Mar 05, 2020
They arrived at Tirta Empul temple in nearly one hour, where they stopped to collect holy water (something hard to understand for Jesús, as he was told that Tirta Siddhi’s spring was holy as well), praying and bathing.
He already knew the place. In fact, along with Gunung Kawi, it was one of his favourite trips, where he often took her foreign friends. He was sorry not to take the camera. Also sorry not to be able to bathe or properly seat on the ground and join the prayers and blessings. So, he just sat near a pool and watched the families. All were queuing for bathing and praying on the cold spring water. There were thirty showers from two neighbouring pools. As Ketut’s family went to the locker rooms to change clothes and put on the bathing sarongs, he had time to observe. Most people seemed happy just to be there. Kids smiled near their parents. Not a single one was crying or making tantrum.
How different it would be if they were Spanish. After two minutes in there, they’d claim for their cellphones, iPads, or whatever entertaining devices they were addicted to. They’d cry over the cold water, felt frustrated by some reason. Stressed fathers would shout. Secretly (or openly), they’d pray for the weekend to finish so they’d deliver them to their educators.
People from all ages were there. That surely wasn’t like Catholic churches. Masses, in Spain, were mostly attended by elderly women and their grandchildren.
Same in the praying courtyard: Children and adolescents were proud of wearing the traditional clothing. They went to receive the holy water sprays and rice from the pemangkus. So many, where there, and most young ladies were elegant and beautiful. Not like their overweighted, weird looking, pierced and tattooed Spanish counterparts. That seemed so right, while his leg pain and cultural background seemed incredibly wrong.
Read further about the Balinese Hindu routine, in here.
A short video about Tirta Empul Temple: