I’ve just met a woman with – there’s no other way to say it – electric hands. It was a stimulating, electrifying experience – but entirely off the grid: She wasn’t plugged into an outlet and there was no lightning outside. Plus, her husband is electrically wired too…
D is a traditional Balinese healer – balian – who lives on the outskirts of Ubud. She used to work in a bank, until she could no longer ignore her calling.
About five years ago, D realized that the powerful electricity running through her body could be useful by transferring energy to the ill and injured in her community. She didn’t read any books on anatomy or medicine; didn’t consult a physician or physiotherapist. Instead, she slowly learned how to control her innate and natural power to heal.
Two years ago, D began to see people with a range of ailments that were not curable by other means; reviving a woman who was rushed to her home in an unconscious state; re-aligning a man’s back so that he could move more freely and resume running. Still today, she provides no guarantee of success, no assurance of perfect healing. But she prays regularly, asks for guidance from the gods and spirits, offers patients hope. Perhaps because of her skill and results, or maybe because of her warm smile and grace, D is in high demand; she has a waiting list.
D and her husband G are quiet and humble, displaying no outward signs of their gift. They live with their two children in a family compound – I had to walk through a garage to reach their courtyard. There are no signs directing patients to their home; you absolutely need to know where you are going. D was quick to point out that she refuses to see tourists who are merely curious about her powers. She has no desire for fame and celebrity, no need for widespread accolades and newspaper coverage. Her time is limited and her healing abilities so powerful that they may be weakened if not used for a bona fide purpose.
I met D and G yesterday. Prayers, offerings, incense, flowers and holy water were followed by a healing session unlike anything I’ve had. It involved homemade coconut oil combined with various herbs; green leaves from a tree with specific healing properties; and whole garlic cloves, peeled and crushed. There were almost-visible transfers of electricity between D’s and G’s hands – though G also acted the part of grounder, to prevent undue shocks.
Lines of energy eerily buzzed up and down parts of my body where D smoothly rubbed and maneuvered her hands. There were bursts of sizzling pain (garlic-induced) in some places, followed by more manageable (almost soothing) sensations of low-grade electricity: Kadek’s zapper had already given me my first taste of electric shock-style therapy!
Though I was no stranger to their zaps, I was incredulous at the fact that they were emitting electricity from their fingertips…
Friends texted me this morning: How are you feeling? Any difference? Hard to say, I replied, because improvements in my body are, at this stage of recovery (and as I’ve seen with Kadek and yoga), incremental at best. There are no great tectonic-plate shifts happening inside me… yet.
And so, another session with D (and G) is likely in the offing, perhaps as early as next week.
For the disbelievers and skeptics among you, I can only say this: I too once would have rolled my eyes, would have asked probing questions, might have wondered: Where is the medical evidence? What about liability?
But I’m in Bali now. I have faith. I have trust. I have a more profound understanding and belief in healers. And the body’s ability to participate in its own healing. Moreover, I have seen and felt it myself. Proof enough.