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YOU CAN STILL DISCOVER THOSE TEEMING FORESTS, SERENE RICE TERRACES, VOLCANIC-SAND BEACHES, AND MYSTICAL TEMPLES ON THE ISLAND OF THE GODS—YOU JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK.
I’m holding my own in a staring contest with a Balinese healer. For two minutes now, I’ve been gazing into the spectacled eyes of Djik Dewa, a goateed man in a white t-shirt and blue sarong, while he stares unblinkingly into mine, chanting rapidly. I’m on my back by a small altar in Dewa’s two-story home outside of Ubud, Bali’s ancient healing center (Ubud means “medicine”). Outside, a rice field crackles under a light rain. For the past hour, Dewa has been pinching me (hard!) between my toes, a reflexology thing, and kneading my flesh to coax the Kundalini energy up from the base of my spine through my chakras. Every so often, he motions like he’s pulling stuffing from my body and blowing it out of his hand into the air.