. . . ÇIWARATRI çiwaratri, often referred to as the ‘night of çiwa’, is an auspicious time for introspection and meditation, during which the Balinese pray for forgiveness of their earthly sins and for support and strength from the god Siwa (Shiva) in order to reach their higher selves. part of these rituals involve fasting and staying awake all night, so çiwaratri is also known as the longest night. çiwaratri is celebrated during the new moon of the 7th month of the Balinese calendar and there are a series of ritual observances throughout the day. - the philosophy of çiwaratri can be traced back to a folk story of a lone hunter named Lubdaka. Lubdaka was out hunting and got lost in the wilderness. the sun set and he was in the dark, alone so he climbed a tree to avoid wild animals. he was afraid of falling from the tree if he fell asleep, so he began picking leaves and dropping them into a pond below while chanting prayers to god Shiva. he stayed awake all night and got home safely the next day. - when Lubdaka died, he was greeted by Shiva in the afterlife and his bad deeds were erased because he meditated to Shiva that night. çiwaratri (the night of Shiva) is remembered by meditating, staying awake and fasting. the meaning behind these practices is to remind the Balinese to remain vigilant and always keep the gods in mind when navigating through the symbolic darkness of the night. - Rahajeng Nyanggra Rahina Suci Çiwaratri 01.01.2022 @wa.tu.ra #siwaratri #hariraya #hinduceremony #çiwaratri #elephanTalk #gajahilosophy (at Rumah Bali - Dewa's Sanctuary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYLPyWuFFam/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Andrea Sees SEAsia: Temple Day Cont., February 21, 2017
After I had recharged myself and my batteries, I went on my hunt for a bowl of Khao Soi – a traditional northern Thai dish, with influences from Burma and Myanmar. Huen Phen was supposed to be known for their Khao Soi, but I passed a hole in the wall restaurant with only locals in it and decided to save the time (and energy) and eat there instead. It was very good with Burmese spices, chicken, pickled cabbage, etc. The waiter kindly offered me a fork to get the chicken off the bone, but I managed to eat it all with my chopsticks. I wasn’t sure of tipping protocol, so I left 20%.
I left to make my way to my next temple, Wat Phan Tao, but popped into a shop for some postcards, and quick souvenir for my sister who LOVES elephants and was sad I was making this trip without her. I continued onto Wat Phan Tao, which is a temple made of wood planks. It looks very rundown, as it’s all dark brown, but it allowed the golden accents to really stand out.
It was all very naturalistic, with a bamboo foot bridge leading along the garden, a collection of bells, and banners. I imagine the banners are similar to those in Seoul where people place them with their family’s name to be prayed for by the Monks. The Monks walked about the area, watering the plants, and I tried to be respectful of them doing their jobs. Wat Phan Tao is quite different from Wat Doi Suthep, but still magical in it’s quaintness amongst the trees.
On my way to Wat Lok Moli, I passed a little chapel that I couldn’t pass, as it had a fully glammed up Naga/Dragon outside. It also had the cutest little baby Buddhas on the side of the building.
I continued my walk north, over the northern canal, and there it was: Wat Lok Moli. It is similar to Wat Phan Tao in that it’s made of wood, but it was much more grand in size and ornamentation. It almost felt like I was transplanted to some ancient Aztec land with the statues guarding the Wat.
The Buddha in side was very intriguing, as it was back-lit, so only certain parts shimmered gold. It also sat up on a pedestal, towering over you, which made more mysterious.
The compound was quite large, and had parts used for schooling, dormitories, and such, so I got confused as there where I was allowed to enter, so I stuck to the outside areas, which was plenty.
I then had quite a hike to get to my Hindu ceremony. I walked through a town where the street was lined with homes, that almost felt like it belonged in Florida, past a school where kids were leaving in uniforms and stopping by food stands for afternoon snacks, and arrived at Dev Mandir before Tatiana. I had some time to kill so I backtracked to a park I passed where there were tables under some trees, a coffee stand, and an outside Zumba/Step Aerobics class taking place in the parking lot of a fitness center. They were playing American pop music, and the participants were fairly uncoordinated, which I found entertaining, but I tried my best to stick to my work and not people watch (read: judge) too much.
I went back to meet Tatiana around 5:50, in which 3 other blonde girls arrived, also looking for the same ceremony. We were told it started an hour later (which was certainly going to destroy my timeline), so we went to the 7eleven around the corner, got some snacks, and went back to the park to talk. The girls were 19 years old, Danish and on a gap year. The 5 of us discussed different customs, living, government, and such from different perspectives. My mind was blown at how they run things in Denmark. These girls get a stipend while they live at home, to help out the family, get paid $7.80 with a high school diploma, and are able to take a 4 month trip around Asia. That would never happen in the U.S. We all realized there are positives and negatives to our country, but agreed America seemed really backwards in certain aspects.
We got to the ceremony and were quite impressed. About 10-20 locals came and sat on the floor to participate, wearing everything from street clothes to traditional Hindu garb. There was a younger priest/leader who would start a song, then an older woman on the floor, on a blanket, that would do the responses. There was a man in the back who took offerings, and as the ceremony went other, the attendees would make their way to the statues of different gods, idols, up front, and lay coins, flowers, and such at their feet. Some would stop and pray at each of them, where others skipped around. However, the two in the middle most of been the most significant as whenever they passed these, they rang a bell in the middle.
The entire service was sung, and I was lost as to what was happening at all. Attendees would get up and grab a tambourine on occasion, put their heads down to pray, or just listen. Some of the songs had tunes I recognize from pop songs that have that Bollywood influence, but I couldn’t place them. It was very interesting, even though I had no idea what was happening. The singing lasted for about an hour, then they read out the names of those who brought offerings (which I found very strange), then we all stood for 30 minutes as they prayed to different gods, and continued to ring the bell in the center. It was very long, and I lost interest quickly, as I couldn’t follow along. It appeared as if it might be similar to Catholic ceremonies where there are calls, responses, prayers, and such, where there isn’t always much thought as to what you’re saying, but just procedure.
Afterwards, they hosted a free dinner downstairs of traditional Indian food. We went down as a group and got a tray. It was buffet style and I picked up some white rice, bean casserole, an orange chickpea dish, soup, delicious sticky rice with mango, and a very spicy side dish. The ladies serving the last dish asked if I wanted the regular or spicy, and I took the spicy… I think the ladies knew it would be a lot to handle, and it was, but I got through most of it. We discussed our thoughts on the ceremony at dinner, then the 3 Danish girls left fairly quickly. Sadly, I never got their names, or a way to contact them.
Tatiana walked me back to my street as she needed to pass that way, as well. I was hoping to get to Wat Pra Sing that evening, but the late start and length of the Hindu ceremony kept me from doing so. I could have made it to see the Lady Boys at the Night Bazaar, but it was on the other side of the city, and it was dark, and I’d have to walk, so I passed. It’s yet another example of how I was learning to roll with the punches, even when I had looked forward to something. But it was for the best. I was exhausted and had a flight to catch to Bangkok in the morning.
More pictures of Temple Day, Part 2.
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I Happy #weddingwednesday ❤️ I just got the photos back from Trishna’s fabulous wedding weekend, and they/she are so beautiful, I don’t even know where to start, so I guess the beginning is as good a place as any! So I’ve the next couple days, I will be sharing some of my favorites from her six wedding events, and for those who are unfamiliar with Indian/Hindu weddings, I’ll share some information I’ve pulled from the internet about each event 🤗💕 Trishna’s Pithi ❤️ From what I understand, the Pithi is all about the families of the bride and groom sending them off with well wishes of luck and good fortune. The paste is made of turmeric (Trishna’s was actually grown by her aunt, and brought from India!), rose water, and sandalwood powder, and serves as a cleanser for the body and soul. It is applied to the feet, knees, arms, hands, and face, and signifies the couple is prepared for adulthood, and the family welcoming them into married life. Hair, makeup, and jewelry placement by me, photos by @regetis ❤️ #LoveIsConTejas #pithi #hinduceremony #indianbridalmakeup #indianweddingmakeup #baltimorewedding #baltimoremua
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