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I saw a healer in Bali - this is what happened

  

 

" You feel deep sorrow and sadness." 

"I cannot see Joy in you."

I must tell you, it was extremely confronting but somewhat relieving to hear those words. 

On my recent trip to Bali, I made an appointment to see a a Monk Healer that on our previous trip, treated Steve for his sciatic pain that he was experiencing in his hip and back. I had reached out onto social media searching for recommendations of treatments to help him as he had gotten to the point where he was struggling to walk. My girlfriend messaged me and hands down recommended him to see Dr Suhu, who had treated her for the last few years in Bali. 

I was willing to give anything a go. 

Steve had one treatment with Dr Suhu. Since that day, no more sciatic pain. 

Dr Suhu has an amazing presence about him. Being in his space, instantly calms your soul. It feels like you are cocooned in a warm hug even though he hasn't yet touched you. I've never come across that type of energy before. In a way it was paternal, protective and quite soothing. 

From the book that he has written about healing and energy, we could work out {take fives year either way} that Dr Suhu would currently be in his 60's. You would never have guessed it though. We coined him with the term "Benjamin Button", the man looks absolutely amazing! I swear he doesn't look past his 40's. Fit, healthy, poised - give me some of that please! 

I wasn't in any particular pain at the time, but I thought, while in Bali I would take the opportunity to have a session with him. 2016 had so far been an okay year but I had been feeling a little burnt out. 

Time for some self love. 

He came to our hotel room in the afternoon. Asked for a glass of water and instructed me to lie on the bed in my underwear facing down. Dr Suhu then proceeded to spend two hours working on my chakras and energy flow. I could feel with every deep breathe that he inhaled and on his out- breath, pressing on pressure points in my body and resting his hands on my Chakra areas that my body was slowly surrendering to calm. 

" Your computer is very busy. " which meant my brain. He would hold my head, pressing pressure points on my face while releasing tension. 

"Computer is too busy." "Breathe."

Resting his hands on where my diaphragm is - he worked on my heart chakra area. "I cannot see this one, you have no joy." 

My heart and soul cried. Internally, I was so grateful that this man had seen this. I was surprised to hear that I had no joy because I have always seen myself as a very joyful person. But he was so right. There had been an aching there for a long time. No wonder I didn't feel quite right.

" When you close your eyes, what do you see?"

"I see everything in black & white. Like a Charlie Chaplin movie."

"This is not good. You must see in colour. Colour brings joy."

I had never in my 33 years seen in colour when I closed my eyes. Everything was recalled like old movies. Perhaps as a form of self protection, to distance myself from the memory - it was strange to hear that colour was so important.

He went on to talk about my smoking cigarettes. That this was a by product of not feeling joy. Once joy started returning back, I would notice and natural decrease in my habit. He talked about learning to breath. Deep in your guts, releasing breathe. To make a routine, a ritual { just like your morning coffee} to inhale the good and exhale the bad. He pointed to my tattoo on my hip that has Steves name there. " He is part of your soul, he is part of you." { I was never going to tell Steve this part - but I did }

Dr Suhu came to check up on me a couple of days before we were heading back home. During the week in between seeing him, we travelled over to Lembongan and spent a few days re-charging from the chaos that can be the south of Bali. 

We visited:

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Watched over a lot of this:

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Soaked in this:

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Got loved up with him:

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Watched the world just pass us by:

 

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And took in those well needed and deserved deep breathes:

 

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He wanted to make sure that my "computer" was not too busy. He re-examined me for about half and hour and ensured that all Chakras were "on". Now I know there are people out there that don't believe in this type of stuff. But I must tell you; whether this is real or a placebo effect, I have felt amazing inside ever since having these sessions. 

He smiled, I gave him a big hug and said "Makasi, my friend. Thank you so much - you have no idea how much you have helped me."

And with that, he smiled back, returned my embrace and then went to the counter to finish off his water. 

"Till I see you next time in Bali, Ms Cheryl."

 

Now, when I close my eyea, I see in beautiful colour. 

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