#Practicing yoga in Bali

[yogawithjimin]

The Transformative Effects of Combining Yoga with Balinese Rituals

The harmonious blend of yoga and Balinese rituals represents a powerful synergy of ancient traditions that nurture the mind, body, and spirit. This unique combination enhances physical and mental well-being while connecting practitioners to a deeper cultural and spiritual essence. Below, we delve into the transformative effects of integrating yoga with the sacred rituals of Bali.

The Spiritual Heritage of Balinese Rituals

Balinese rituals are deeply rooted in Hindu-Buddhist traditions, emphasizing harmony with nature and the divine. From the daily offerings of canang sari to elaborate temple ceremonies, these practices aim to balance the physical and spiritual realms.

Daily Offerings (Canang Sari): Symbolizing gratitude and devotion, these offerings invite mindfulness and a connection to the present moment. When paired with yoga, they create a grounding practice that fosters inner peace.

Temple Ceremonies: Involving chants, dances, and symbolic gestures, these ceremonies align participants with universal energy, enhancing the meditative aspects of yoga.

Purification Rituals (Melukat): Often performed in sacred water temples, these cleansing ceremonies are an excellent precursor to yoga, preparing the body and mind for deeper introspection.

The Benefits of Yoga in Balinese Culture

Yoga, with its origins in ancient India, shares philosophical similarities with Balinese traditions. Practicing yoga in Bali, surrounded by its serene landscapes and spiritual energy, amplifies the benefits:

Physical Alignment: Balinese rituals emphasize balance, mirroring yoga's focus on physical stability and alignment. The combination promotes better posture, flexibility, and strength.

Mental Clarity: Yoga's meditative practices complement the mindfulness inherent in Balinese ceremonies, enhancing concentration and reducing stress.

Energy Flow: Both practices aim to unblock stagnant energy and harmonize the body's natural rhythms, fostering vitality and inner harmony.

How Yoga and Balinese Rituals Complement Each Other

The integration of yoga and Balinese rituals is more than a combination of practices—it is a journey of self-discovery and transformation. Here's how they synergize:

1. Deepened Meditation Through Sacred Spaces

Balinese temples and natural sanctuaries provide the ideal setting for meditation. Practicing yoga in these environments helps individuals connect to their inner selves while absorbing the tranquil energy of Bali.

2. Enhanced Mindfulness with Ritual Practices

Incorporating rituals like the canang sari into a yoga routine teaches mindfulness through symbolic actions. Placing offerings with intention mirrors the meditative awareness cultivated in yoga poses.

3. Spiritual Cleansing with Purification Rites

Participating in purification ceremonies such as Melukat before a yoga session allows for the release of negative energy, enabling deeper focus and spiritual connection during practice.

4. Cultural Immersion Enhances Inner Growth

Engaging with Balinese culture through its rituals provides insights into universal truths, enriching the philosophical underpinnings of yoga. This cultural immersion adds a new dimension to personal growth and spiritual understanding.

The Transformational Journey: Physical, Mental, and Spiritual Growth

Combining yoga with Balinese rituals offers profound benefits on multiple levels:

Physical Benefits

Improved flexibility and strength from yoga are enhanced by the grounding nature of Balinese rituals.

Ritual practices promote physical relaxation, making yoga poses more effective.

Mental Benefits

The mindfulness of rituals complements yoga's focus on mental clarity, helping to reduce anxiety and foster resilience.

The rhythmic nature of Balinese chants and ceremonies calms the mind, enhancing the meditative aspects of yoga.

Spiritual Benefits

Both practices encourage self-reflection and a deeper connection to the universe.

The combination fosters a sense of gratitude and interconnectedness with the world.

Experiencing Yoga and Balinese Rituals in Practice

To fully experience the transformative power of this blend, practitioners can explore yoga retreats and cultural immersions in Bali:

Sacred Yoga Retreats: These retreats often integrate yoga sessions with ritual participation, allowing individuals to engage deeply with Balinese spirituality.

Cultural Workshops: Learning about the meaning behind Balinese traditions enriches the yoga experience, fostering a holistic understanding of mind-body practices.

Community Engagement: Joining local communities for ceremonies offers an authentic connection to Balinese culture and spirituality.

Tips for Integrating Yoga with Balinese Rituals

Start with Gratitude: Begin each yoga session with a moment of gratitude inspired by the canang sari offerings.

Practice Mindful Movements: Use the flow of yoga poses to mirror the graceful movements in Balinese dances.

Embrace Purification: Incorporate water-based cleansing rituals to prepare for your practice.

Create a Sacred Space: Surround your yoga area with elements inspired by Bali, such as incense, flowers, and calming music.

Learn from the Locals: Engage with Balinese practitioners to deepen your understanding of their rituals.

Conclusion

The fusion of yoga and Balinese rituals creates a transformative practice that nurtures the body, mind, and soul. By embracing the spiritual essence of Bali and the discipline of yoga, individuals can achieve profound personal growth and inner harmony. Whether you are a seasoned yogi or a curious traveler, this unique combination offers an unparalleled journey of self-discovery.

[michaelwilsonseo]

The spiritual heritage of Bali enriches every yoga session on the island. Local teachers blend traditional knowledge with contemporary instruction methods. Students who choose to learn yoga in Bali experience this special fusion firsthand. The island's sacred energy supports their journey toward deeper understanding. Many aspiring instructors find that Bali's spiritual atmosphere enhances their teaching practice.

[astroboots]

EVERY YOU EVERY ME #9

COLLABORATED WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You get a new mysterious co-worker.

Word count: 8,100

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August 1st

Nearly pancaked by grand piano falling from the 8th floor outside of favorite cafe. No casualties (except the piano).

August 5th

Freak blizzard out of nowhere during lunch. Nearly crushed by large icicle dropping directly outside the exit of the Chrysler building. No other known casualty.

August 6th

An escaped hippopotamus from the Bronx zoo ran 11.3 miles, nearly got stampeded when exiting hotel for work. No casualties.

August 12th

Tornado appeared inside the Guggenheim museum, nearly squashed by large falling statue. Nobody nearby was seriously injured.

It's already mid-August now. You've used up more than a month of your allotted three. It means you don't have much more time to waste, but that knowledge does nothing to help you in figuring things out. 

You’ve compiled a comprehensive list of the Universe's ongoing murder attempts, determined to keep track of them all. All in all, there are 37 incidents and counting that you’re aware of… and they’re all different. 

They differ in severity. They differ in scale and they differ in frequency. Sometimes it can take weeks, sometimes days, sometimes within hours of each other. If there’s any sort of pattern to them—anything that might help you predict what will happen next or how to stop it—you can’t see it.  There’s nothing that gives you any hint or clue as to where you can start to make progress with solving this mystery.

The one thing you have been able to observe from cataloging these incidents is that Miguel was right about what he told you that day at Starbucks: the universe is ramping up. Each attempt is becoming more and more bizarre, defying the very laws of physics and nature in its attempts to snuff you out. Before this, in all of your years in New York, you’ve never heard of a blizzard in July or a tornado indoors. 

With the escalating dangers, Miguel is more on guard than ever. Sticking close to you at all times like a particularly insistent herding dog that’s always a few inches from nipping at your heels. Even when he’s seemingly preoccupied by something else—reading a book, folding clothes, eating a crate of kit kats in one sitting—you can always tell that he’s keenly aware of and attuned to your every minute move. 

Practically, the only time he lets you out of his sight is for bathroom visits. 

Work is still a point of contention between you two. He hates that he can't enter the building to monitor you at work and make sure you're safe, and after that incident when you caught a co-worker trying to take a surreptitious selfie with Spiderman while Miguel was loitering around in the windows, you’d banned him from climbing and scuttering around the exterior of the building like some deranged squirrel. 

It’s made him even less pleased about your whole work situation, something he’s not shy about sharing with you. Every morning when you are about to leave for work, Miguel will stand by the door with that ever present frown and ask you: 

“Why are you still going into a job you hate when there’s only two months left?”

This morning, you sigh as you reach for your jacket and messenger bag. 

Part of you completely understands and even agrees with his logic. If the end of the world is only two months away, why go back to that shithole everyday? You could go to Disneyland. Eat fancy croissants in Paris for breakfast. Have Lyla fake a reservation at an all-inclusive yoga retreat in Bali. You could be living your life like every moment is your last. 

The thing is though, as delusional as it may be, you’re not ready to bet on the world ending just yet. 

“Miguel, I fully intend for the universe to still be around in two months. And I don’t want to be unemployed when that day comes. I’m not some trust fund baby. Once we figure this thing out, you’re gonna be free to go, and if you take Lyla with you, then what am I supposed to do? Live on the streets? Rent in the city is ridiculous, and my rent-controlled apartment got blown into a million pieces.”

For once Miguel doesn’t seem to have anything smart to say back. He tilts his head, quietly studying your face. Then after a long pause, he gives you a curt nod, as if something clicked into place. 

"Fine."

You stop mid-way through zipping up one of your boots to eye him suspiciously. 

Okay, that’s… different.

In all the mornings you’ve repeated this argument, this is the first time he’s simply accepted your explanation without sassing you back. He just gazes right back, apparently unperturbed, and holds the door of your hotel room open for you, ready to walk you to work. 

There is definitely something going on inside his head, because this stubborn dummy never lets anything go without a fight. You just don’t know what it is yet. 

By mid-morning, you've forgotten all about your suspicions, too busy dealing with the aftermath of your coworker's incompetence. You're not entirely sure how they managed to corrupt the Excel formula you’d painstakingly inserted to make sure all the numbers add up correctly, but two hours later, you're still trying to get the data to compute properly. 

It’s the kind of mind numbing task that lets your mind wander, and you spend most of that morning wondering what Miguel is up to. He’s probably lingering near the building, eating mini donuts by the dozens from that food truck that is always parked around the corner. 

There’s a pointed series of knocks on your cubicle wall. The noise is grating, and it makes the whole of your back seize up because you recognize that signature knock from sound alone. It’s your boss, probably here to ask if you have capacity to take on more case evaluations. 

And sure enough, as you reluctantly turn to look, you see her, toothy smile and all, looking down at you in that hammy and strained way of hers. 

“Are you busy?” she asks. “I just wanted to introduce you to the newest member of the team.” 

She gestures to the person standing beside her. Your gaze goes up over their insanely long legs, up and over the narrow and tapered waist and torso, up over the wide chest and broad, broad shoulders, and even before you get to the familiar face, you already know who you are looking at, because no one else is that tall.

Your mouth gapes open wide in shock.

This stupid motherf-

“This is Mickey O’Hara,” your boss introduces, simpering up at him. (You didn’t even know she knew how to simper.) 

Has Miguel gone insane?

What is he playing at?!

He didn’t even bother to change his name properly!

And the man looks unfairly good in office casual! He’s dressed in a white, well-fitted button down shirt and dress pants. Wearing ridiculous thick-rimmed glasses that would belong on Gregory Peck. Riotous curls are as messy and wild as ever, not having even bothered to comb it back. You don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling, the subdued get-up only makes him stick out like a sore thumb.

“Mickey is our newest hire,” your boss continues, batting her eyes at him. “He's interning with our team as a junior insurance claims adjuster and will be shadowing you for the next two months.”

After that, Miguel truly is with you everywhere you go. 

He spends most of each workday sitting on a spare chair in your small cubicle, the two of you squeezed into 6'x6', shoulder touching shoulder in that tiny, cramped space.

A superhero he may be, but Miguel is a terrible office worker. He seems completely bamboozled by the copier, and you quickly learn not to ask him to do any copying or scanning or even pick your printouts from the printer, because he always manages to mangle the process, coming back with crumpled up prints or half-shredded paper that looks like budget confetti.

Before the week is over, he’s gained a reputation with the rest of the team as the handsome-but-useless junior that can’t even make coffee for shit.

Most of the time, he doesn't even make an effort to look like he’s doing any actual work, just sits right next to you, and reads books all day long. When you scold him and ask him to at least pretend like he's doing busy work, or he'll get fired, Miguel will just shrug and quietly hum back at you, engrossed in whatever latest sci-fi book his nose is buried in. 

"If they fire me, I'll just have Lyla hack into their HR system and rehire me."

Then there’s the way his sleeves are always rolled up halfway up his arm, hugging tight around the firm muscles of his forearm. The peep show of gorgeously tanned skin that is always on display for all to see. It's obscene. 

He’s maddening and distracting. 

Still, you can’t be too mad about his presence. The office is a much more treacherous place than you’d initially thought. It’s a danger zone of death traps. 

One morning when you’re in the supply room, getting a new pad of post-its from one of the massive industrial shelves—the ones that are supposed to be bolted to the wall for safety—suddenly crumpled, taking half the wall with it and nearly flattening you. That was almost game over for you. Squashed like a bug and entombed under a pile of archived TPS reports. 

Then there’s that time with the runaway elevator when the supposedly secure and unbreakable industrial cables snaps, with you in it, falling through 40 floors. And you still shudder everytime you walk past the copy machine because of that time it tried to electrocute you. If Miguel hadn’t been there for all of these incidents, you’d be a goner. 

Another upside is that it’s also nice to have a cubicle buddy. On slow days, the two of you kill time watching YouTube origami tutorials and practicing with post-its stolen from the temporarily-relocated office supplies. 

Despite having hands the size of a giant, Miguel is surprisingly good at it. Delicately folding paper cranes, butterflies and flowers that sit in the place of pride atop of your computer screen, compared to your questionable attempts that usually wind up in a crumpled ball in the trash. 

With Miguel there, your days at the office are never boring or predictable in the way they used to be. It no longer feels like you are just going through motions. It's almost… fun. 

If there wasn’t a cosmic executioner’s ax looming over your neck, you don’t think you would mind spending every day with him like this.

You take it back. You do mind spending days with him like this. Miguel is the worst. 

You've been doing data entry all morning, and the man will not shut up about how primitive Excel is. 

“Malo! I don’t understand how your company relies on this software. There are so many data consistency issues! It completely lacks data validation and integrity checks, and it’s too prone to human error when entering crucial data, which results in–” 

You take deep calming breaths as you continue to type, trying to pretend his rant is white noise.  

The previous day's near death experience—an electrical surge from the printer, trying to finish what the copy machine started—also wiped out one of the file servers, and now you and half your department are stuck manually re-entering three years worth of data.  

Two hours in, your fingers are aching, and you're about ready to start banging your head on the keyboard out of frustration. (Or banging the keyboard on Miguel’s head if he doesn’t shut up.)

Like he can hear your thoughts, the man in question obligingly stops talking, and there’s a moment of blessed silence before your chair glides smoothly and suddenly to the left as Miguel rolls you out from in front of your computer. Your first instinct is to wonder what new danger he’s saving you from, but no… He’s just moving you out of the way to make space for him to drag his own chair in front of the screen. “Enough,” he says firmly, already typing out some unintelligibly complex code at a speed that far outstrips your own personal best of 67 words per minute, “I can’t watch you keep doing this when it’s so simple to automate.”

You sometimes forget just how smart Miguel is. 

True, he can’t seem to work the office printer, but he’s a genius scientist who single-handedly built an A.I. sophisticated enough to hack into financial institutions and topple governments. He successfully invented a machine that travels between dimensions. Every other sentence coming out of his mouth sounds like something that would confound Stephen Hawking. You don’t know why you’re surprised he’s able to automate Excel spreadsheets. 

It doesn’t take him very long at all. 

Within minutes, he’s finished, hitting enter one final time, and then you can see all of the cells rectify themselves one by one. Errors disappear and new corrected information appears, data populating blank cells and aligning itself in tidy rows. 

You lean in closer to get a better look. Your elbow snags the edge of your coffee cup and the cup topples over, splashing runaway hot coffee across your hand.

Before you have a chance to react, there’s a strong pull backwards. Miguel is already grabbing you and pulling you sideways into his lap and out of the firing range.

The cup clatters off the edge of the desk and onto the floor. The rest of the burning liquid never had the time to land on you. 

Then you’re sitting on top of him, confined in the much too small seat of the office chair that can barely fit him and his broad backside, and much less the both of you. But if it’s uncomfortable, Miguel doesn’t show it. He takes your hand in his to inspect it carefully.

The patch of skin burns and stings, but you can’t tell if it’s from the coffee or his burning touch that makes you feel like there’s liquid fire simmering in your veins. 

“You okay?” he says, his voice right in your ear.

He is so close. Surrounding you. Broad arms locked around your waist and the firm muscles of his thick thighs under yours.

“Yeah,” you manage, nodding slowly. Your tongue feels heavy and dry in your mouth.

He quietly drags your hand closer to his face, then blows on the back of your burnt knuckles to soothe the sting. 

“Better?” 

Those stunning eyes are staring into yours from inches away, cut cheeks right there, nose barely brushing against yours, and – god, is he close. Too close. 

Miguel is always in close proximity to you these days. Never more than a couple yards away, but save for life or death situations, the two of you do not find yourself like this. He only ever holds you when you’re crashing through the skies or about to collide with a runaway vehicle. This is different somehow. 

Your heart feels like a trapped bird in your chest, fluttering so fast and panicky it might burst from inside out at the proximity. 

“I– um– ah…” You’re not saying any words, just making strange noises in your throat like a squawking bird. 

Your eyes flicker away from his face avoidantly and from the corner of your eye, you spot Matt from accounting spying on you from the cubicle across. 

Oh god. This probably doesn’t look great, does it?

You’re sitting on a co-worker’s lap in the middle of an open plan office. Compromising does not even begin to describe the position you two are in.

Jumping off his lap, you quickly stand up and turn away, trying to ignore the flustered heat in your cheeks. 

You walk back over to your chair, about to sit yourself back down, but there’s spilled coffee everywhere. The dark brown liquid quickly sinking into the already stained fabric of the seat.  You need to clean this up or else your chair is going to smell like expired coffee for the rest of time. Grabbing for your bag, you start digging for some tissues so you don't have to walk up to the supply closet.

You pull out item after item. Tampons. Sunglasses. A half-eaten chocolate bar. More tampons. New wallet with new ID, (expedited, all courtesy of Lyla). A handful of pennies. A random pamphlet. Still no tissues though, so you upend your bag onto your desk, wincing at the clatter. 

How on Earth have you accumulated this much stuff in the few short weeks since your apartment was destroyed?  And how on Earth do you not have any kleenex or napkins or anything in your handbag?? 

You paw through the mess, hoping for something useful, then swear as some of it spills over onto the floor. Ducking down, you crawl half under your desk, collecting wayward tampons and receipts, until your eyes pause on the pamphlet.

Not just any pamphlet. It’s yellow and bright with Whoopie Goldberg's face in the corner. It's the map you received from the fortune teller lady. One of your many misfires.

Now that you look closely at it, there are faint lines that seem to glow faintly in the dimness under your desk that weren't there when you were looking at it in plain daylight.

You pick it up and unfold it, laying it out on the floor. It looks like it’s been written on with some kind of a glow-in-the-dark marker, but it’s not dark enough for you to see clearly. You need to get somewhere darker to test your theory.

Backing out from under your desk, you get to your feet and head briskly off down the hall. You barely make it three steps before Miguel’s on your tail, his towering height blocking out the bright LED lamps above as he follows after you like the world’s biggest duckling. 

“Cielo, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you murmur curtly under your breath. The heat from before is still riding persistently on your face, and you quicken your steps, hoping it doesn’t show. 

You half run to the end of the hall until you reach the small supply closet. When you open the door to step inside, Miguel is right behind you, apparently trying to squeeze himself in after you. 

"We won't both fit in here!" you scold as you close the door after you.  His unhappy expression is the last thing you see as darkness envelops you in the pitch black.

There’s a niggling feeling of guilt that wiggles down into your skin. But you remind yourself that you can always steal cupcakes meant for clients from the conference room to make it up to him. All will be forgiven if you appease his sweet tooth. 

Ducking your head to stare down at the map clutched in your hands, you squint your eyes in the dark to study it closely. There's a small star glowing bright in the middle of the map.

It's a literal star map.

She gave you a location.

You're standing in front of an old stone building at 177A Bleecker Street, smack in the middle of Greenwich village with its picturesque ivy covered old brownstone houses. 

Then there's this monstrosity: Sanctum Sanctorum. The infamous residence of Dr. Strange.

The mansion is built in a mix of a Victorian and Gothic style as if the architect couldn't make up their mind and just decided 'why not both?' Throughout the rooftop, there are ornate carvings and intricate stonework that you suspect was meant to lend it a mysterious air, but instead the place reminds you of Disney’s Haunted Mansion ride attraction. 

You bring up your hand to the old knocker, gripping it firmly. Your lungs tighten, breath constricting in your chest as you hesitate, unable to bring yourself to pull the brass down to make contact with the wooden front door. Instead you’re holding it still in the air. 

Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all. How are you going to explain this? 

‘The universe is out to get me, please send Avengers to help.’

Isn’t he just going to think you’re nuts? One of those delusional Supes-fan with munchausen syndrome?

"We can still leave," Miguel says. 

The man's been protesting every step of the way here, buzzing in your head about how much of a bad idea this is.

You frown, turning around to him. "I want to do this,” you answer. 

His continued opposition is the final push you need. You bring down the knocker against the front door and tap it repeatedly. 

There's no answer.

Part of you has to fight the urge to turn your feet and flee, saving yourself the embarrassment. But before you do, there’s a loud creak and a heavy scraping noise against the entrance as the double door swings inwards and slowly opens. 

No one greets you by the door. The entryway before you is empty, revealing a grand imperial staircase leading to the second floor, curving upward into a majestic spiral on each side of the room. 

It looks deserted. It’d be impolite to just step inside without someone to greet you and explicitly invite you in. But the doors did open to let you in. 

You look at Miguel, unsure of what to do, but the man does not have the same compunction for politeness that you do, he’s already walked in, shoes and all, straight into the main hall. 

“Can we just get this over with without you making your usual stupid grand dramatic entrance?” Miguel says into the empty room seemingly to no one in particular and you don’t know who he thinks he’s talking to. 

A ring of ember and fire sparks into existence out of nothingness in the center of the room. The ring grows wider, and you can see hints of another room inside of the circle: one decorated in a different decoration style than the current room you’re in: moroccan seats and plush cushions with oriental wooden carved furniture. 

A man steps out from within that room to stand in front of you both. The ring of light closes behind him once he’s made it through. Clad in a rich purple tunic and dark robes that is monk-like in appearance. Miguel steps in front of you, tucking you safely behind him. 

"You're not Strange," Miguel sneers, and you want to smack him. Why does he always have to be this rude?

"Oh, I'm quite strange. But I am not the Doctor. I am Wong. I’m the Sorcerer Supreme and guardian of this place." The man’s voice is calm and formal, and he holds himself with a stately manner as he speaks. 

You pop out your head from behind Miguel’s side. "We’re here to see Doctor Strange." 

At the repeated mention of Strange, the man’s formality seems to fall away, an expression of irritation bleeding into his features. 

"Let me know when you find him. Because he is not here."

"Where is he?" Miguel asks, and there’s that contempt rumbling in his voice again. 

"I do not know. Probably playing hooky again. The man comes and goes as he likes." Wong makes a muttering noise under his breath as he continues. "Treats this sacred place like a summer gig at McDonalds."

Your chest deflates. How are you supposed to get Dr. Strange to help you if he’s not even here?

"I need help,” you plead with Mr. Wong. Maybe he can help you if Dr Strange can’t, he is the Sorcerer Supreme after all, supreme is the highest level, right? This might even be an upgrade from Strange. “I know this sounds crazy, but I think the universe is out to get me." 

Wong just looks at you, expression unchanging, and okay, yeah, that was maybe not the best place to start. You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to make yourself sound less paranoid.

"I've almost died 40 times since the beginning of the summer. I just want to know why this keeps happening and how to make it stop."

You dig into your bag, pulling out the folded map. 

"We talked to a fortune teller in Chinatown, and she gave me this map. It led us here, and I'm really, really hoping you can help me."

Wong dips his head down to the map, "This is a celebrity home star map," he says, with a straight face and a neutral voice that only slightly betrays that he thinks you're batshit crazy.

“I know it sounds crazy, but-”

“Sanctum Sanctorum opened its doors for you, which means it wanted me to meet with you. I believe what you’re telling me.”

Oh thank god.

You tell him everything, rambling on as you try to explain what’s been happening and what little you know about it as best you can. The near death experiences, Miguel being a Spiderman from another dimension, the destruction of your apartment,  the unnatural phenomena and the universe’s escalating attempts on your life. 

Wong is quiet throughout, studying your face with grave concentration as you speak. 

When you’re finally done, he sighs with deep weariness that emanates from the core of his soul. He looks down on his feet, tapping them in deep consideration.

"I have an idea,” Wong says cautiously, “I could perform a Multiversal Divination on you, that might give us a clearer idea of what we’re dealing with,” 

“What does that mean?” Miguel asks, anger vibrating off his skin and boiling in his tone.  

This man needs to calm down. You clearly need to take him to anger management, because since the moment he’s stepped into this place he’s been on the edge (even more so than usual).

“What does a ‘Multiversal Divination’ entail?” he continues, “Is that some magical mumbo jumbo that’s going to hurt her? Because if so we’re not–”

“I’ll do it,” you say, interrupting his objections, and you sidestep Miguel who is scowling, mouth already parted in yet another protest, to stand in front of Wong. 

Wong looks to you and then Miguel, then back at you again, caught in the awkward stalemate, before you interrupt. 

“Please, I need answers. Whatever it is, if it might help, I want to do it.”

Wong nods, stepping closer to you. "This will feel a little bit strange," he warns with the bedside manner of a patient doctor.

His hand comes to your collarbone and he places his palm there with a gentle push. There is barely any effort put into it, but you feel the force of it as if you had been slammed with the full force of a six ton truck. Your body wants to leap out of its skin. It is the sensation of being dumped in cold water from head to toe. A shock runs through your entire nervous system.

Images flash before your eyes, flickering by too fast for you to process. They’re vivid and bright. Glimpses of a scene: your apartment, your work, your commute home. Each of them expiring in a fraction of a moment before you have a chance to latch on and make sense of any of them individually.

You see yourself in picture after picture. Except slightly different in each. Short hair. Long locks. Curly.

In some you're wearing glasses instead of the contact lenses that you usually use. In others, you’re sporting the piercing you wanted to get at 16 but never did. Sometimes you have tattoos, sometimes not; occasionally you’re covered in them. Dyed hair, in every color of the spectrum: pink, blue, purple. A myriad of versions of you, of every variation of the decisions you could have possibly taken in your life. 

There are pictures of memories you have had and not had. They rush in and flee before you're able to grab hold of one.

Captured moments of lifetimes you have never lived.

It's overwhelming. You don't understand what you're seeing. There’s pandemonium inside your head.

Then everything slows to a crawl.

The scene unfolding before you is one that you immediately recognize. An image that you'll never forget.

Window after window after window flashing you by. You know this view. Have seen it twice before. The same view of the Chrysler building as you were falling. But it's different this time. 

The sky isn’t blue, nor is it gray. It’s a pink and an abnormal purple, a color you’ve never seen on it before and it looks both beautiful and completely wrong. There’s an angry tear in the sky, cracking at the edges with static. The whole of the sky looks like it is going to cleave in two and bring the whole world with it. Is this the future? Is it the past?

There's no pain, but somehow tears run down your cheeks uncontrollably.

In the distance you hear Miguel's voice, muted even though you know from that tone that he's furious and must be bellowing loud enough that it echoes through the walls. It sounds like you are underwater, and you have to strain to make out what he is saying.

"Why is she crying?" He's definitely shouting, voice raw and growling. Is this part of your memory or is it happening in the now? "You're hurting her."

The ground approaches. 

"Stop! Stop!" Miguel's voice is shouting, but there's no way to stop this. Everything is going too fast this time around.

Miguel is here, tearing through the sky towards you. But you know it's too late. He's too far away. He can't save you this time.

Then everything does stop. 

No images in your head. No noise in your ears.

Everything goes black, like the ending of a movie.

Then you hear a thud.

It's loud and close and real.

You snap yourself out of your fugue state, to see Miguel towering over Wong's body where the Sorcerer Supreme lies, limp and lifeless on the ground.

“What did you do!? Are you out of your mind?" you shout, running up to them.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Wong isn’t moving, not even blinking!

"He was hurting you!" Miguel roars. 

"He wasn't hurting me, you big doofus!" you shout back, and it’s only then that the fury in Miguel’s eyes seem to abate. 

"What's wrong with him?” you ask, bending down Wong’s limp body on the ground. “Is he dead!? Did you kill him?” There's a rising panic pushing inside your throat.

"He's just paralyzed."

"He’s para– What do you mean paralyzed? What did you do to him?"

"I just... I bit him," he uses a finger to part his lips slightly, pushing the upper one up just enough to reveal the sharp edges of his fangs. "There's toxins in them that can have a paralyzing effect."

You glance back at Wong. He’s still worryingly still. 

“Is there some kind of way to un-paralyze him!?"

"It was just a small bite," Miguel says, ducking his head down sheepishly to stare at the floor, like a scolded boy. "I didn’t use that much venom... It’ll wear off. He shouldn't be out long. Maybe half an hour or so."

“I’m sorry. So, so sorry,” you tell Wong fervently, hovering over him. You can see his eyes tracking yours and the rise and fall of his chest, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the proof that he’s still alive. “Do you, um… Do you want me to help you up?”

“He’s not gonna want to move for a few more minutes,” Miguel interjects from behind you. “Moving will be incredibly painful until the venom wears off the rest of the way”. 

What the actual fuck!?

You throw a glare at Miguel, as you loop an arm under Wong’s waist, “Well help me move him so he can be more comfortable.” 

At your command, Miguel helps you prop the man up against the wall in what is (hopefully) a more comfortable position, and then you sit next to each other and wait.

"I can't believe you bit the Sorcerer Supreme," you mutter under your breath. “Miguel, you can’t just–” you cut yourself off, too frustrated to find the proper words. 

"I'm sorry,” he says, grimacing at your scolding, looking regretful for once as he ducks down his gaze. “You looked like you were in pain".

Your anger subsides, if only slightly at his repentance. 

“It still doesn’t make it okay. You can’t just attack someone like that! He was trying to help us.”

He doesn’t say anything more to that, just stares down at his feet in contrition. 

The two of you sit in the silence. 

Your mind goes back to the surreal experience you just had. The myriad of thousands if not millions of images that were flashing through your mind at the speed of light.

The warped shape of your world, the jarring images of it distorted and wrong, as it started to collapse. 

Miguel had said that didn’t he? That the universe was going to ramp up its game and if it didn’t succeed, it would eventually self-destruct in its mission to get you.

It takes 26 minutes. The first sign that the toxins are wearing off is that Wong is able to wiggle his toes. His recovery accelerates after that, he's able to move his fingers, then the muscles in his face until he's able to form a grimace. He doesn't look happy, and you don't blame him.

After another five minutes or so, he's able to speak again. 

"Strange way of expressing gratitude, literally biting the hand that helps you."

You get up on your feet to help Wong, and Miguel moves next to you. 

“No, you stay there! Don’t move,” you order, and even though he scowls, Miguel complies. 

You hunch over next to Wong, and help him sit fully upright. He stays seated, but dusts his robe off from the caked soot and fine layers of dirt. 

“This has happened in other dimensions,” Wong tells you. “And if we don’t stop it, our universe will be destroyed.”

“How do we stop it?” you ask. 

“The universe wants you dead. It won’t stop until it achieves its goal.”

Your stomach drops. 

“So in order for this to stop… I need to die?”

There’s a look of barely contained fury burning in Miguel’s red eyes that seems to vibrate out of his skin and pounce. But he doesn't, this time he remains in place, visibly restraining himself, still following your orders. 

“There is that option, or you will need to find the reason for why it wants to kill you. And you need to find it soon, because you don’t have a lot of time left. You will have even less time once the people of this world realize the threat you present to the continued integrity of this universe.” 

“Are you threatening her!?” Miguel demands, and somehow even though you didn’t hear him move, he’s right behind you, red eyes glowing, shoulders rising, looming over Wong, ready to cut him down at any further hints that the man might be a threat to your safety. 

Wong doesn't seem deterred in the slightest. 

You have to give it to the Sorcerer Supreme. He's a brave one. It took you weeks before you stopped being intimidated by the man, and Miguel’s never bitten you. 

“I am only telling you what the universe tells me. And it tells me that you do not belong here at all. The universe thinks neither of you belong here.”

You think back on fortune teller's drawing of the poorly drawn circle and stickfigure of you that’s speared with arrows.

"What if we went… somewhere else?" Miguel asks.

For the first time since he entered this house, his tone is no longer dripping with anger. “What if we left this universe and dimension?”

The image of white blankness enters your mind at his words. You shudder at the reminder. The cold numbness of the void and the sensation of nothingness. Dread fills your veins. A cold clammy sweat flashes hot and cold against your skin at the memory.

Wong tilts his head up in deep consideration. “That might work. This universe would slowly return to equilibrium with her gone. But… This will just start again in any new Universe. Most likely she wouldn’t be able to stay. She might have to leave every dimension she's in for the rest of her natural lifespan. A life spent always on the run.” 

Wong pauses as he glances over to you with sympathy and concern in his gaze. “Is that something you would want?” 

What is the alternative here? To lie down and die?

“Yes.”

“One month’s time, you need to find a way to leave this dimension before then.”

Back at your hotel that evening, you wake up to the sound of distress. Muffled whimpers and quiet moans. 

By habit, your eyes roam the room, seeking out Miguel in the dark. He’s lying on the sofa from across the room and even in this distance you can make out that his body is writhing beneath the covers. But you’re groggy and too sleep-drunk to make sense of what you’re hearing or seeing. 

There’s murmured noises from him, and it takes you far too long to understand what’s going on. 

He’s having a nightmare. 

Tugging off the blanket on top of you, you get up and scoot over to the end of the bed over to him. Miguel looks like he’s in pain. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he tosses and turns, face pinched in pain and distress. Now that you’re closer, you can make out words in the sounds he’s making. 

“Quiero quedarme contigo. No te vayas, no te vayas,” he keeps murmuring. 

He looks exhausted. Which, of course he is. He's been on constant alert trying to protect you. Fighting off supernatural weather phenomena, blocking hazardous furniture and fighting off charging hippos out of nowhere. Of course he's worn out.

“Shhhh, It’s alright.” you whisper to him, reaching out to gently stroke his arm, attempting to soothe him. “It’s okay.”

He groans unhappily in his sleep, burying his head into the cushion.

“Quiero quedarme conti–”

"Hey, hey, Miguel,” you tap insistently at his shoulder now. If you can’t soothe the nightmare away, then maybe you can at least wake him up out of it, “It's okay. Wake up."

This time his eyes slam open, wide with adrenaline and shock, and he shoots upright, head whipping from side to side as he scans the room. Every inch of him prepared to leap into a fight.  

“What’s wrong? What’s–”

“You were having a nightmare,” you explain to him. 

He stiffens at that, dropping his eyes to stare down at his lap unhappily. 

“Shit, did I wake you?” he runs a hand over his face, then lays back down, “Sorry.” 

Silence blankets the two of you, and you don’t know what else to say to him. Except just that you want him to be able to rest–truly rest–after the day, week and month you’ve both had. You don’t want him to have to go back to snatching moments of troubled, uncomfortable sleep on that stupid, too-small couch.

“You could come sleep on the bed with me,” you offer, “That couch is nowhere near big enough for you.”

"It's fine," he mutters, "It's been fine the last month, and it's fine now."

"It's not though. You're clearly not sleeping well.  I should have asked you before.  I'm surprised your back isn't already killing you—that sleeping position looked painful."

His head darts down, eyeing his own spread legs that are sticking out into the empty air from the bottom of the couch. But he doesn't concede the point.

"Please?" you try again, "It will make me feel better."

Apparently all you needed to do was ask, because Miguel immediately complies like your request was a decree. He gets up, pulling the quilt with him, his mop of curls in adorable disarray as he drags his feet over to the other side of the bed and flops down with a loud thump that makes the whole mattress bounce underneath you.

You can feel the pull of the sheets where his legs threaten to brush up against your bent knees, and you're beginning to realize you didn't think this through. Even in the big bed, there's only so much space, and he seems to be taking up most of it.  

He's close, and you can't seem to peel your eyes away from the strong line of his throat. Can't help the way your body reacts. Your pulse starts to race, heart kicking up hard and fast against your ribs.

Miguel turns around to observe you with narrowed eyes. “You okay?” 

Shit! Did he hear you? That timing was too on the nose. You nod at him a little bit too frantically and you sound high-pitched and skittish even to your own ears. 

 “Yes of course, why wouldn’t I be?”  

“Your heart is beating really fast.”

Fuck. He could hear you. Of course he can, he has super hearing powers doesn’t he? 

“I’m just tired,” you stammer out, wrapping the blanket close to your chest for layers as a shield from his super hearing. 

Miguel doesn’t push it. He turns back around, letting his head drop down the pillow. 

The distance between you has been growing smaller and smaller with each passing day together and you think you have been crossing an invisible line that you shouldn’t be crossing as of late. 

You think of the closeness of him in the office, the weight of his arms on your waist as he held you in his lap. His eyes on you. The bare skin of his broad back casually revealed to you when he was changing. The same back that you find yourself staring up at in this moment. 

“Go to sleep,” Miguel rasps from your side, and you nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. 

You close your eyes, but somehow in the dark you become even more keenly aware of his presence in the bed with you. Your heart seems to skip a little bit faster as the seconds pass, each beat a little bit harder. 

There's a quiet sigh, then a much louder exhale, as he turns back towards you in bed. 

"What's wrong?" His voice is still gruff with sleep.

"I can’t fall asleep,” you say, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. “Can you talk? It might help me sleep."

He snorts with a laugh. The sound of it makes something pleasant skitter up the length of your spine. He's got a nice laugh. It's a shame he doesn't laugh often.

"What's so funny?"

"No, nothing. Just... some things never change." Even in the dim of the unlit room, you can see the smile on his lips.

"What do you want me to talk to you about?" he asks.

You tilt your head, considering it. Miguel rarely gives you a carte blanche to ask him for information. Logically, you should use this moment to seize a tactical advantage and ask him for all the salacious details that you know he’s been keeping from you. But as you wrack your brain for questions, the only ones that come to mind are disappointingly ordinary. You just want to know more about him. Small, silly, personal details, the way he seems to know everything about you. 

"Tell me about where you're from," you request, "Your dimension. Your hometown." 

He shifts on the bed, lying flat on his back until he’s staring up at the ceiling with you as he reminisces. 

"It's called Nueva York. It's significantly more technologically advanced than this dimension. Definitely cleaner. People aren't as big of assholes as they are here. Public hygiene is way better, everything doesn’t reek of piss. Oh, and there’s not a rat epidemic in the public transportation system there." 

His head turns to his side to look at your face, and he gives you a small mischievous grin as he continues. "Food is healthier. You don't get junk food there."

The words should be complimentary, but from his tone of voice and what you know of his eating habits, you think it’s probably a win for your dirty, rat-infested dimension.

"Lots of skyscrapers and neon-lights everywhere. It's colorful."

He pauses, as if he's struggling to find anything more to say about the place. Then his head tips to the side, meeting your eyes, and his gaze is soft. 

“I'll take you there," he promises, voice quiet and warm and it makes something sweet and honeyed trickle inside your veins pleasantly. 

“How?” you wonder.

His smile drops, replaced by an unhappy frown. “Not sure yet, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Can’t we just open up a portal like last time?”

He shakes his head. 

"The last time I took you through the portal, it was meant to take us back to my dimension.  But I built the parallel universe traversal device to transport me—and only me—through the multiverse."

He reaches out to you, fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. The contact makes your skin tingle, but you don’t pull away. 

"I wasn't thinking last time. We can’t take the risk of winding up back in the void.” 

He’s mumbling now, nearly asleep. His eyes half-shut as he blinks slowly, struggling to keep them open as he slowly blinks.

"Someone that disappears in the void, they'll be erased from existence and out of every timeline. No one will ever remember you or know you existed. It's as if you've never existed at all."

You eye the watch on your wrist. The slight sheen of the bed light reflecting against the shiny glass.

"Can we modify the watch?"

"Firstly, not a watch", he reminds you by rote as he fluffs up his pillow with his arm. 

"And second..." he pauses, eyes drifting up to study the ceiling before he shakes his head, "I've tried. It doesn’t work. The power source isn’t powerful and your world is not technically advanced enough for me to build an upgraded self-sustaining fusion power source that would be needed. It’s how we ended up in the void.” 

Worry burrows into your chest, and your gaze drops down from his face. It always feels like you’re taking one step forward and ending up two steps back. Futile and hopeless but that’s what you get for trying to fight against the will of the universe. 

"Go to sleep," he says again, his hand coming to rest gently on top of your head, "I'll figure it out, don't worry.”

You smile, warmed by the comforting gesture and his reassurance. 

“I won't let you get hurt this time."

…‘this time.’

The promise cuts through you like glass. Sharp and jagged and clawing its way into your chest until it hurts you to breathe.

Miguel is talking to you, but you don’t think it’s you he’s thinking of when he says the words.

He attacked Wong without a second of hesitation when he thought you were hurt. He's exhausting himself half to death to protect you. But you know that he’s not really doing any of this for you. 

It’s not your comfort he was thinking of when he cradled your burnt hand and gently blew on your fingers. It’s not your love of egg tarts that makes him save the flaky pastries for you when the two of  you go out for dinner. It’s not you—has never been you—that he’s seeing whenever his eyes linger on your face when he thinks you’re not paying attention. 

You're riding on the emotional coattails of the other you. The unwavering loyalty that he had for her has transferred to you now that she's gone.

He must have really loved her. 

There’s a sharp fissure in your chest, and you try to swallow down the thistle of needles that’s found its way into your throat, only to discover that your saliva tastes sour and bitter. 

Closing your eyes, you can see an image of yourself smiling with him, laughing with him, holding his hand. Except it’s not you. 

It’s her. 

Other-you, with the wedding band and the happy life and– And somehow better hair too, the lucky bitch!

Except… she wasn't lucky, was she? She's dead.

She’s dead, and you still resent her for what she had with Miguel. It's such an ugly feeling. 

You squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, but the image doesn’t go away. Nor does that acrid taste in your mouth. You can't help it. This irrational and childish madness is eating into the edges of your mind. You're envious of your other self. 

God that’s fucked up. 

Does someone like you even deserve to be saved at all?

~ Next Issue

Credits & Dedications: To @thirstworldproblemss for all the rubberducking we do together on this silly little story. Thank you so much for sitting with me and making this fun! I love you 234238472938492374923 x infinity and back again.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i (19) told my mom (54) not to travel to learn to become a yoga instructor?

my family is fairly wealthy. not crazy levels, but my parents own their home, lease a small cabin, and we go on a family vacation (as in plane tickets) once a year. my mom is one of the top employment lawyers in our area and my dad is a public school teacher. she was the first person in her family to go to university.

both my parents have been doing yoga on and off for at least a decade at this point, and my mom decided she wants to do training to become a yoga instructor on top of practicing law. i thought, that's great! something to help her manage her stress and keep her motivated to exercise!

turns out, she wants to travel and do a four week program in india, bali, or thailand. we live in canada. my mother is white and british. i don't think this is a great look. when she first told me, i said something along the lines of "oh... how colonial of you" but i think she thought i was kidding.

i've been considering telling her that i don't really approve of this and asking her to instead donate the money she would have spent on the journey to a palestine relief fund or something, and do the training locally.

this is where the real potential assholery comes in: in january to may this year, i spent about 9000 dollars on a mental-breakdown-inspired trip to france, which i paid for myself after working full-time in a warehouse for several months. i might be an asshole, and i might be a hypocrite. i don't know.

What are these acronyms?

[maashaktiyogbali]

The Importance of Breathwork in Yoga

Breath is the essence of life, and in yoga, it holds even greater significance. It’s more than just inhaling and exhaling—breathwork, known as Pranayama, is a vital practice in yoga that helps unite the mind, body, and spirit. At Maa Shakti Yog Bali, we emphasize the importance of breathwork as an essential component of every yoga session. But why is it so crucial? Let’s explore the transformative role breathwork plays in yoga.

[soolregn]

I'm in Bali.

I did not tell anyone. I just went. This is a place that feels like home to me.

It's time to make a plan. The last months have been hard. But now that I'm in a different environment, it's like I finally can see clearly. Believe in myself again. Listen to my heart again.

How do I want to move forward. This is what I need to find out. I know that I want to continue to share this yoga practice. I mean, practicing and teaching is what I spent all my time doing the last 10 years.

I can't quit now. That would be so dumb.

And also, I received this blessing to teach. From my teacher. There is a responsibility there. Something beyond me.

It rains It rains It rains It pours. Don't you think I thought about the fact that your feet was on this land just one month ago? I did.

But no time for that now, time to plan. Time to make moves. Time to move forward. I will continue to walk this path. I will.

[maashaktibali]

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[theonewiththelight]

My Trust Fall with the Universe

I am a teacher. I used to shy away from claiming that title. Used to fear being perceived as “less than,” mediocre, or boring. There is no profession more severely underpaid and under-appreciated in our country than the diligent and loving job of educators. And because my profession is so misunderstood, I was afraid of being misunderstood too. Beautifully, however, every single person in this world smiles with light in their eyes when I tell them what I do. I love being a teacher almost as much as I love being alive.

I currently teach humanities, my aspiration is to teach spirituality. I want to hold space for people to learn, to heal, and to grow. I want to teach my students how to be emotionally intelligent. How to access the loving life force within them. How to breathe deeply, how to nourish themselves in the present moment. I want to light the way for others to find their way home. Home to the light, the God/Goddess energy within all of us.

Now, while I went to university to be able to teach subjects like English and History, I knew an American university wasn’t the place to go. I found myself taking random courses here and there: First I took courses in facilitating sacred spaces, courses in herbalism, courses in pranayama, and of course, so so so much yoga. Out of all my studies, yoga was the most nourishing for me. It helped me alter my sense of self, it gave me presence, loving-confidence, and so much liberation.

I knew I wanted to study yoga and teach it. Now I had options, many options. I could do an online yoga training, hard pass! Learning online is tedious and lonely and I knew my soul would not thrive or grow. I could find a local yoga studio and spend every weekend driving to yoga trainings. Personally I didn’t love the idea of booking all of my weekends. So that left a retreat. Going away for a month to a school somewhere in the world where I could rise every day with no other intention in my heart or on my mind other than yoga.

Now there were so many options in this new possibility too. I could go to Costa Rica, could go to Mexico City, could go to Bali. But after long and extended hours of research, I found myself booking a flight to Rishikesh India, a Himalayan Mountain town on the other side of the world.

Yes, I was very, very, daunted in the face of this new dream of mine. But it was six months away, and it gave me something to work for and plan for. I didn’t count down the days, but I spent every week for six months physically preparing my body and my mind for a month of daily yoga practice.

Unsurprisingly, the six months flew by, and before I knew it, my trip to the other side of the world was a single day away. I was terrified, happy, excited, sad, and extremely overwhelmed all at the same time. During this period of my life I discovered that I contain multitudes. I can be extremely happy and extremely sad at the same time. Can feel joyously excited while also being gut-wrenchingly terrified. I learned to hold space for these extremities in my heart, learned to breath through them, learned to let them flow instead of letting them make me rigid.

During this time of my life, I took a trust fall with the universe.

And guess what?

The Universe caught me. It always had, and it always will. But I needed to leap into the unknown to truly feel the LOUD LOVING PASSIONATE support of God and Goddess. They are with me. They are with you. And if you don’t feel or see them, stick with me, and you’ll find your way home to them.

[20232]

Island Paradise: The Serene Beauty of Bali, Indonesia

Bali, the "Island of the Gods," is a true paradise on Earth. With its stunning landscapes, vibrant culture, and warm hospitality, it has captured the hearts of travellers from around the globe. Nestled in the Indonesian archipelago, Bali offers a serene and enchanting experience that is unlike any other. From pristine beaches and lush rice terraces to ancient temples and vibrant markets, this tropical haven has something for everyone. Join us on a journey as we explore the serene beauty of Bali, immersing ourselves in its natural wonders, cultural treasures, and soul-soothing experiences.

Enchanting Beaches and Crystal-clear Waters

Bali is renowned for its breathtaking beaches that stretch along its coastline. From popular destinations like Kuta and Seminyak to hidden gems like Nusa Dua and Sanur, each beach offers its own unique charm. Picture-perfect white sands, swaying palm trees, and azure waters create a postcard-worthy scene. Whether you're looking to relax under the sun, surf the waves, or indulge in exhilarating water sports like snorkelling and diving, Bali's beaches cater to every preference. A visit to the stunning beaches of Bali is a must for any traveller seeking tranquillity and natural beauty.

Ubud: The Cultural Heart of Bali 

Located amidst lush greenery and terraced rice fields, Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali. This charming town is a haven for art enthusiasts, yoga practitioners, and seekers of spiritual enlightenment. Explore the vibrant local markets where you'll find unique handicrafts, textiles, and traditional artworks. Visit the magnificent Ubud Palace and witness captivating Balinese dance performances. Immerse yourself in the tranquillity of the Ubud Monkey Forest, where cheeky macaques roam freely amidst ancient temples. For a transformative experience, participate in a yoga or meditation retreat that will rejuvenate your mind, body, and soul. Ubud is a place where creativity, spirituality, and natural beauty converge.

Temples: A Glimpse into Balinese Spirituality 

Bali is known for its countless temples, each with its own story and significance. The island's spiritual essence is deeply rooted in Hinduism, and the temples provide a glimpse into Balinese religious and cultural practices. The iconic Tanah Lot temple, perched on a rock formation by the sea, is a sight to behold, especially during sunset. Uluwatu Temple, located on a cliff with stunning ocean views, is not only a place of worship but also a venue for mesmerising Kecak dance performances. Besakih Temple, known as the "Mother Temple," is the largest and most important Hindu temple in Bali, set against the backdrop of Mount Agung. Exploring these sacred sites allows travellers to appreciate the deep spirituality and devotion of the Balinese people.

Rice Terraces: The Green Tapestry of Bali 

The iconic rice terraces of Bali are a testament to the island's agricultural heritage. The intricate system of rice cultivation, known as subak, has been practised for centuries and is recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage site. The emerald-green rice fields, with their cascading tiers, create a stunning visual spectacle. Tegalalang and Jatiluwih are two of the most famous rice terrace destinations in Bali. Take a leisurely stroll through the terraces, breathe in the fresh air, and witness the farmers at work. The rice terraces not only offer a breathtaking landscape but also provide insight into the sustainable farming practices that sustain the island's economy.

Balinese Cuisine: A Gastronomic Journey 

No visit to Bali is complete without indulging in its delectable cuisine. Balinese food is a flavorful blend of spices, fresh ingredients, and cultural influences. Sample the famous Babi Guling (suckling pig), Satay, and Nasi Goreng (fried rice) at local warungs (small eateries). Immerse yourself in the unique dining experience of a traditional Balinese feast, known as a "megibung," where a variety of dishes are served on a banana leaf. Don't forget to try the refreshing and healthy Balinese specialty, Jajan Pasar (market snacks), which includes colourful and sweet treats. Bali also boasts a thriving café culture, with quaint coffee shops serving artisanal coffee and innovative dishes. Embark on a gastronomic journey that will tantalise your taste buds and leave you craving for more.

Conclusion 

Bali, Indonesia's Island Paradise, offers a serene and awe-inspiring experience that captivates travellers. From its enchanting beaches and spiritual temples to its cultural hub in Ubud and breathtaking rice terraces, Bali showcases the beauty of nature, the richness of its heritage, and the warmth of its people. Whether you seek relaxation, adventure, or a spiritual retreat, Bali has it all. The island's allure lies not only in its physical beauty but also in the spiritual essence that permeates every corner. A visit to Bali is a journey of self-discovery and connection with nature and culture. So pack your bags, immerse yourself in the serene beauty of Bali, and let this island paradise weave its magic on your soul.

[baliyogacenter]

Find Healing and Growth: Yoga Teacher Training Retreat in Bali

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Idyllic Retreat Locations in Bali-

When it comes to yoga teacher training retreat centers, each one of them offers a unique ambiance. From oceanfront serenity to lush, stunning scenery- Bali offers an ideal backdrop for your yoga journey.

Crafting Your Yoga Expertise-

Yoga retreat centers offer a comprehensive curriculum that covers the physical, philosophical and spiritual aspects of yoga. This is a complete yoga package for yoga enthusiasts. Why don't you join it? You will gain a life-changing experience. In addition, the seasoned yoga instructors will be your teachers and mentors. They will thoroughly guide you on this path so you can become a successful certified yoga teacher.

Witnessing Bali's Natural Bounty-

The stunning natural beauty of Bali is a key part of your yoga experience. Practicing yoga in these surroundings will connect you with nature in every pose. In addition, explore local cuisine, Balinese dishes, rich in flavors and nutrition. Especially, the yogic diet during the training will fuel your body and soul.

The Balinese Yoga Community-

This is a great chance to connect with like-minded people in the yoga community and create lifelong connections. Share experiences and support each other. Apart from that, you will also explore ancient temples and so on. Take part in different external activities as well.

Undoubtedly, yoga teacher training is a journey of self-discovery. It is not only about different yoga poses but also connecting with the soul of Bali, deepening your practice, etc. Many individuals have taken advantage of it. Now, it is your turn.

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Top 10 Vacation Destinations for an Unforgettable Girls' Getaway

Planning a vacation with your closest group of girlfriends is an excellent way to create lifelong memories and strengthen your bond. Whether you're looking for relaxation, adventure, or vibrant nightlife, the world is full of incredible destinations perfect for a girls' getaway. We've curated a list of the top ten vacation destinations that promise an unforgettable experience, ensuring that your trip will be nothing short of amazing.

1. Bali, Indonesia:

Bali offers a perfect blend of stunning beaches, lush landscapes, and vibrant culture. Relax on picturesque shores, explore ancient temples, indulge in spa retreats, and enjoy vibrant nightlife in Seminyak. Bali offers an ideal combination of relaxation and adventure for a rejuvenating girls' getaway.

2. Barcelona, Spain:

Known for its vibrant atmosphere, Barcelona is a city that never sleeps. Experience the mesmerizing architecture of Gaudí, stroll along Las Ramblas, savor delicious tapas, and dance the night away in its legendary nightlife scene. Barcelona will ignite your senses and leave you craving for more.

3. Tulum, Mexico:

Tulum's idyllic beaches, crystal-clear turquoise waters, and bohemian vibe make it an irresistible destination for a girls' trip. Explore the ancient Mayan ruins, swim in cenotes, practice yoga on the beach, and indulge in delicious Mexican cuisine. Tulum's natural beauty and relaxed atmosphere provide the perfect setting for an unforgettable getaway.

4. Reykjavik, Iceland:

For adventurous souls, Reykjavik is a dream come true. Marvel at stunning waterfalls, soak in geothermal hot springs, go glacier hiking, and chase the mesmerizing Northern Lights. Iceland's unique landscapes and natural wonders will create unforgettable memories with your girlfriends.

5. Santorini, Greece:

Santorini's breathtaking sunsets and iconic blue-domed churches make it one of the most picturesque destinations in the world. Explore charming villages, relax on stunning beaches, indulge in delicious Greek cuisine, and experience the lively nightlife. Santorini's romantic ambiance and beauty will captivate you.

6. Tokyo, Japan:

For an exciting and vibrant city experience, Tokyo is a must-visit destination. Explore the bustling streets of Shibuya, indulge in world-class shopping, discover ancient temples, and enjoy incredible sushi. Tokyo seamlessly blends tradition and modernity, offering a unique cultural experience for your girls' getaway.

7. Cape Town, South Africa:

Cape Town combines natural beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture. Take a cable car to the top of Table Mountain, explore the breathtaking Cape Winelands, visit Robben Island, and relax on the pristine beaches. Cape Town's diverse attractions and warm hospitality will make your trip truly unforgettable.

8. New York City, USA:

If you and your girlfriends crave a cosmopolitan adventure, look no further than New York City. Explore iconic landmarks, shop on Fifth Avenue, catch a Broadway show, and immerse yourself in the city's diverse culinary scene. New York's energy and excitement will make your girls' getaway an unforgettable experience.

9. Queenstown, New Zealand:

For the adventurous souls seeking adrenaline-fueled activities, Queenstown is the ultimate destination. Experience bungee jumping, skydiving, jet boating, and explore the stunning landscapes of the South Island. Queenstown's adventure opportunities and breathtaking scenery will leave you in awe.

10. Marrakech, Morocco:

Immerse yourself in the exotic charm of Marrakech. Get lost in the bustling souks, visit stunning palaces and mosques, enjoy traditional Moroccan cuisine, and relax in beautiful riads. Marrakech's vibrant culture and warm hospitality create an enchanting atmosphere for your girls' getaway.

Embarking on a girls' getaway is an opportunity to create unforgettable memories and strengthen lifelong bonds. From exotic beaches to vibrant cities and adventurous landscapes, these top ten vacation destinations offer something for every group of friends. Whether you seek relaxation, adventure, or cultural immersion, these incredible destinations will ensure an unforgettable experience. So gather your girlfriends, pack your bags, and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime!

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Remember Atlantis 2024 Retreat Invitation

Remember Atlantis Retreat: Mermaid School & Sacred Dance Experience

April 28th - May 4th, 2024 (6 nights, 7 days) 

Join us in this oceanic initiation, where siren arts and sacred dance converge to create a profound, life-altering experience. Ocean conservationist Hannah Mermaid and Aradia Julia Sunseri of "Ritual Movement Arts"™ welcome you to the embrace of a luxurious eco-resort nestled in the heart of Bali, Indonesia.

Embark on a profound journey to paradise! In this transformative retreat, we guide you through mermaid movement, dance, underwater modeling, mermaid swimming techniques, yoga, meditation, self-healing, cultural adventures, and community bonding. Every facet of this retreat is thoughtfully crafted to nurture your body, mind, and spirit.

The mermaid and temple dancer are ancient embodiments of the divine feminine. The mermaid represents a true "Servant of The Sea," while the temple dancer is the living embodiment of a "Water Priestess." 

Hannah brings over 20 years of professional experience in underwater modeling and mermaid performance, swimming with the creatures of the deep. Find your joy and freedom under the waves to dance weightless and in harmony with nature.

Aradia invites you to dive into the profound arts of temple fusion belly dance and vitality practices. Reawaken the ecstasy of your entire body! Through sacred dance, we tap into our intuition and sensuality to fully express ourselves.

Book your place to create history, and let your inner mermaid shine!

All experience levels are welcome

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We're resolutely committed to educating and empowering individuals to champion ocean conservation. Across the globe, animal populations are dwindling due to pollution, overfishing, plastics, and senseless slaughters. We beckon all mermaids of the world to unite with us to heal and inspire one another, and share our extraordinary gifts for this precious planet. 

Participants must be 18 and above.

We do not discriminate on the basis of race or color, gender or gender expression, sexual orientation, body type, or age. Anyone who identifies with the feminine and is called to join our Merfolk community is welcome.

What's Included in the Retreat: 

🌊 6 Nights' Accommodation at the Eco-Luxury Resort, Floating Leaf, Bali 

🌱 Three Daily Healthy Gourmet Meals

 💃 Sacred Dance, Yoga, Fusion Bellydance Training 

🧜‍♀️ Pool and Ocean Mermaid Training, Underwater Modeling Class

 🧜‍♀️ Tails and Monofins Rental Provided

 📸 Professional Underwater Photos by world renowned Brett Stanley

 🐟 Dive/Snorkel at Nusa Lembongan (World-Class Snorkeling) 

💧 Water Purification Ceremony at the Sacred Water Temple 

🎶 Traditional Balinese Dancers and Musicians Welcome Dinner 

🚐 Airport Transportation to and from the Resort (on selected dates)

What's Not Included: 

✈️ Flights to and from Bali 

💆 Spa Services

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Yoga Teacher Training Bali

Blooming Lotus Yoga in Bali is famed for offering one of the best yoga instructor training applications within the world. With its picturesque location, experienced college, comprehensive curriculum, and dedication to the ideas of yoga, Blooming Lotus Yoga stands out as a best choice for aspiring yoga teachers. In this article, we are going to delve into the explanation why Blooming Lotus Yoga is extensively regarded as one of the best within the business.

In the beginning, Blooming Lotus Yoga's location in Bali sets the stage for an exceptional coaching experience. Bali is also known as the "Island of the Gods" and is famed for its pure beauty, serene ambiance, and spiritual energy. The stunning environment create a great environment for personal transformation and spiritual growth, providing an ideal backdrop for an immersive yoga instructor coaching program.

The college at Blooming Lotus Yoga is comprised of extremely skilled and dedicated yoga instructors. They bring about a wealth of data, expertise, and fervour to the training program. The teachers aren't solely nicely-versed within the bodily features of yoga but in addition possess deep understanding and perception into the philosophy and spirituality behind the practice. Their guidance and help empower college students to develop a powerful basis in yoga and discover its numerous dimensions.

The curriculum at Blooming Lotus Yoga is comprehensive and effectively-structured, protecting all features of yoga. From asana (physical postures) to pranayama (breathing workout routines), meditation, philosophy, anatomy, and teaching methodology, the program affords a holistic strategy to yoga education. Students receive a effectively-rounded training that equips them with the required abilities and information to change into competent and confident yoga teachers.

What sets Blooming Lotus Yoga apart is its commitment to the true essence of yoga. This system emphasizes the significance of mindfulness, self-consciousness, and self-discovery. College students are encouraged to transcend the physical observe and delve into the non secular and philosophical aspects of yoga. The coaching encourages private development and transformation, enabling individuals to not only teach yoga but also embody its teachings in their very own lives.

The small class sizes at Blooming Lotus Yoga foster a supportive and intimate studying environment. With restricted spots accessible, each pupil receives individual consideration and guidance from the teachers. This customized method ensures that students receive the required help and suggestions to deepen their apply and refine their teaching skills. The shut-knit group that varieties during the training creates a powerful community of like-minded individuals who help one another's growth and development.

Blooming Lotus Yoga's commitment to sustainability and ethical practices is another factor that units it apart. The program is aware of its environmental impression and strives to operate in an eco-friendly manner. From utilizing organic and domestically sourced food to implementing recycling and waste discount measures, Blooming Lotus Yoga takes acutely aware steps to attenuate its ecological footprint. College students are inspired to adopt these sustainable practices and carry them ahead into their own teaching careers.

Additionally, the publish-training assist offered by Blooming Lotus Yoga is unparalleled. The college offers ongoing mentorship and steering to its graduates, serving to them navigate the journey of turning into profitable yoga teachers. The neighborhood of alumni supplies a robust support Bali Yoga Training Course network, permitting graduates to attach, collaborate, and continue their learning journey past the training program.

In conclusion, Blooming Lotus Yoga in Bali offers the very best yoga trainer training program on the earth as a result of its idyllic location, skilled college, complete curriculum, dedication to the essence of yoga, small class sizes, sustainability practices, and put up-training support. This system goes past educating yoga as a bodily practice, empowering college students to embody the teachings and principles of yoga in their very own lives. Blooming Lotus Yoga provides a transformative experience that equips individuals with the talents, information, and confidence to change into exceptional yoga teachers.

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Top 10 Must-Visit Destinations in 2025

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1. New Zealand — A Paradise for Nature Lovers

New Zealand is a dream destination for outdoor enthusiasts, offering a diverse range of landscapes that will take your breath away. From majestic mountains and lush forests to serene beaches and hidden waterfalls, this island nation is the ultimate adventure haven. Hike through picturesque trails, go bungee jumping, or simply unwind in its breathtaking natural beauty.

2. Greek Islands — A Mediterranean Gem

Imagine yourself soaking up the sun on white sandy beaches, surrounded by the crystal-clear waters of the Aegean Sea. The Greek Islands are the epitome of paradise, offering charming villages, narrow streets lined with whitewashed houses, and delicious Mediterranean cuisine. Whether you’re exploring Santorini’s iconic cliffside views or indulging in local delicacies in Mykonos, you’re in for a magical escape.

3. Iceland — The Land of Fire and Ice

If you’ve never witnessed the Northern Lights, Iceland is calling your name! This land of fire and ice is home to stunning glaciers, geysers, and volcanic landscapes that feel almost otherworldly. Imagine standing under the night sky as the aurora borealis dances above you, or exploring breathtaking ice caves and hot springs — an experience like no other.

4. Tokyo, Japan — A Perfect Blend of Tradition and Modernity

Tokyo is a city where the past and future collide. Wander through neon-lit streets, visit ancient temples, and indulge in world-class cuisine. Whether you’re admiring cherry blossoms in spring, shopping in futuristic districts, or experiencing the peaceful ambiance of traditional tea houses, Tokyo promises an unforgettable journey through culture and innovation.

5. Bali, Indonesia — A Tropical Paradise

If a tropical getaway is what you crave, Bali is the place to be. Wake up to the sound of waves, practice yoga in serene surroundings, and explore the island’s rich cultural heritage. From stunning beaches and lush rice terraces to vibrant markets and sacred temples, Bali offers the perfect mix of relaxation and adventure.

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6. Rome, Italy — A Timeless Treasure

For history lovers, Rome is a must-visit. This ancient city is a treasure trove of historical wonders, where you can walk through ruins that tell tales of the past. Picture yourself standing in the Colosseum, exploring the Roman Forum, and savoring authentic Italian gelato. Rome’s rich history, stunning architecture, and mouthwatering cuisine make it a traveler’s dream.

7. Patagonia — The Ultimate Adventure Destination

Straddling Argentina and Chile, Patagonia is a paradise for adventure seekers. With its dramatic landscapes, towering glaciers, and epic hiking trails, this rugged region offers endless opportunities for exploration. Trek through breathtaking scenery, encounter diverse wildlife, and camp under a sky filled with stars — Patagonia is a true wilderness escape.

8. Tanzania — The Magic of an African Safari

Experience the raw beauty of Africa with a safari in Tanzania. This East African gem is home to some of the most incredible wildlife on the planet. Witness the Great Migration, spot the Big Five, and immerse yourself in the vast landscapes of the Serengeti. A Tanzanian safari is a once-in-a-lifetime adventure that brings you face-to-face with nature in its purest form.

9. Cape Town, South Africa — Where Nature Meets Culture

Cape Town is a vibrant coastal city that seamlessly blends natural beauty with cultural diversity. From the breathtaking views atop Table Mountain to the stunning beaches along the Atlantic Ocean, this city has something for everyone. Explore the bustling waterfront, take a scenic drive along the Cape Peninsula, and soak in the rich history and flavors of South Africa.

10. Santorini, Greece — A Picture-Perfect Getaway

Santorini is famous for its breathtaking sunsets, cliffside architecture, and charming streets. Wander through its iconic whitewashed villages, enjoy delicious Greek cuisine, and take in the stunning views of the deep blue sea. Whether you’re strolling through Oia at sunset or enjoying a romantic dinner by the caldera, Santorini offers a postcard-worthy experience at every turn.

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Where Will 2025 Take You?

The world is full of incredible destinations waiting to be explored. Whether you’re looking for adventure, relaxation, or cultural experiences, there’s a perfect place for you on this list. Which of these destinations is calling your name? Share your dream travel spot in the comments.

Happy travels and safe journeys!

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Ubud, a vibrant town nestled in the heart of Bali, has gained global recognition as a paradise for yoga enthusiasts. Known for its spiritual energy, rich culture, and stunning landscapes, it draws yogis from around the world. Whether you're seeking a transformative yoga retreat, a peaceful sanctuary to deepen your practice, or a place to become a certified yoga teacher, Ubud offers it all. Let’s explore why Ubud has become a sought-after destination for those on a yogic journey.