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Kehen Temple
There are a lot of temples in Bali, from very
small to large and then there is this Monastic Temple, the Kehen Temple. This is a Royal Temple. It is old, very old (first
built in the 11th Century) and was used to swear in government
officials who worked for the King. The official had to publicly commit to their
job under the threat of severe punishment by both the gods and humans. (I
wonder how today’s officials would fare knowing they could die if they did not
do their job right.)
The whole of the temple as we see it today
stems from the 13th Century and as you can see it is terraced. The stone
statues, around and throughout the temple, represent Ramayana; an Indian epic.
Many steps
lead up to the very top, the sanctum of it all. Atop I found the Meru Tower,
dedicated to the main god, a Trimurti in this
case. (A Trimurti is a triad of deities, typically Brahma the creator, Vishnu
the preserver, and Shiva the destroyer.)
Meru Tower in the Centre Back |
Religion is complicated in Bali but it permeates everything, daily life is suffused with actions that all connote ‘religion’. It is almost a subconscious action for the Balinese. Tradition asks the Balinese to do this or that and they just do it. It’s their culture to obey and believe.
Meru Tower |
A Royal Palace Needs Throne Chairs |
It’s a hard study, the names are different in each and every country…and yet, much of Asia believes in these stories. You might want to skip my next blog if you are not into religion. Here is one of the websites I used to get some ideas. https://hinduwebsite.com/onegod.asp
The Banyan Tree |
From the top of the Kehen Temple we had a wonderful view of the surrounding area. This Temple is walled as are most temples. The word Pura means a Balinese Hindu Temple.
I loved the old Banyan tree that still grows on one of the lower terraces, despite it being more than 400 years old, it is doing well. Someone built a small platform inside the tree, way up, for meditation purposes.
Souvenir Shops Across the Street |
Souvenir Masks |
An old lady walked over to me when I returned my rented sarong and told me she had the perfect shirt for me. The lady was 98 years old and still worked everyday day at her stall. She was spry and nimble. What a life she must have had and yet, here she is talking to tourists, getting by on what little she earns.
Sometimes the best experiences one can have are
just talking to the people around those ‘tourist’ places.
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