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Bali, Indonesia – Awesome Legitimate Spiritualism Island of the Gods:

(This Postcard was written in Kuta, Bali, Indonesia on the Island of the Gods in October 2023.)

I arrived in Bali, the ‘Island of the Gods’, several days previously. The intent of this Post is to discuss the relationship between spiritualism and eating. In Bali, compared to my Australian home country, evidence of spiritualism abounds. But it soon becomes apparent that Balinese spiritualism is intrinsically connected to daily food and eating. Arriving at my accommodation was embarrassing as I immediately stood on a daily offering called canang sari. Through your journey you will encounter these as they are placed around nearly every doorway, intersection, temple, and upon all things that need protection.

Canang sari are comprised of edible food, additionally flowers, money, and even cigarettes. In this manner the Balinese seek to placate the multitude of gods, spirits, and demons that surround them. It’s a good starting point for my Postcard as I will be discussing primarily Balinese spiritualism and eating. However, I will follow my pattern of discussing Balinese food in some historical and cultural context.

A Canang Sari, the basic daily expression of Balinese spiritualism.

Spiritualism, eating and me.

Ok, this is me. Obviously not in Indonesia, but in Brisbane, Australia August 2023, at the Royal Agricultural Exhibition. About to eat a ‘Dagwood Dog’ or ‘Pluto Pup’, or if your Scottish, a deep fried saveloy. I agree, not the finest United States cultural element Australia has ever borrowed. As an illustration it does suggest I am not all that fussy about what I consume. Equally important, you can see I am hardly short of calorific intake. Consequently, these days I do pay attention to the quantity and quality of what I consume. Perhaps surprisingly this photograph has a very Balinese like spiritual side to what appears to be a rather poor eating choice. How is that so? Let me explain.

Dagwood Dogs, Spiritualism, and Family.

I first visited the Royal Agricultural Exhibition around 1972, I was 10, and accompanied by Grandmother. My mum’s family after arriving from Ireland in 1860, settled in a rural farming and grazing area. They were country people through and through. So, the Exhibition adventure was one of tagging along with Gran as we seemingly visited all her network, and friend’s exhibits. Bulls, cows, horse, plows, tractors, pigs, and chooks: I could name them all, and I learnt what all their poo smelt like!

This is the first time I realized, that by birth I was connected to an extended family of people, who I knew nothing about. Yet my Gran obviously had an extensive network, one she valued and respected, one she had very strong connections with.

My youngest daughter first accompanied me to the Exhibition around age 14, introduced me to the delight of the Pluto Pup. Since then, some 16 years, it’s always the same thing, “Pluto Pup time”!

This is an old Australian dude, trying to describe the role of food and family in Balinese life and spiritualism. IE: The Balinese are primarily Hindu, and each person has a deep spiritual connection to past ancestors, direct and extended family. Food being the medium by which daily life, marriage, deaths, and off course their multitude of Gods, demons and spirits are celebrated.

My Grandmother was a real Bull Artist, my inheritance.

Food and Religion.

Further tying food and faith together are moments of celebration, most notably, the Galungan Festival. During this period, dishes like Lawar (a traditional mixed salad with spices), Satay Lilit (minced seafood satay), and Babi Guling (suckling pig) orchestrate a culinary symphony which ignites the senses while paying respects to the divine. It’s a vivid, delicious example of how food plays more than a simple sustenance role in Balinese culture. Balinese food is very seductive, a subject I’ve discussed previously. Follow this link please to, ‘Seductive Eating on the Island of the Devil Demons‘.

 An interesting facet about Balinese cuisine is the strong influence of Indian and Chinese cultures, evidenced by the liberal use of spices and ingredients like chilies, turmeric, galangal, and soy sauce. Many of these were introduced through trade and migration waves several centuries ago. Such influence is most evident in dishes such as Lawar and Babi Guling. 

Spiritualism and Eating: Classic dishes.

Firstly, there’s Babi Guling, a sumptuous roast pig dish, possibly the most iconic of Balinese meals. The pig is stuffed with aromatic spices and roasted for hours on a spit, resulting in succulent meat with a crispy skin. You’ll know you’re near a Babi Guling vendor from the tantalizing smell alone! 

Babi Guling - Balinese Sacred Dish. Spiritualism and Eating at its simplest and most important.
Babi Guling – Balinese Sacred Dish

Next up is Ayam Be tutu. This dish consists of chicken or duck slow cooked to perfection in a rich blend of local spices, then wrapped in a banana leaf. The result? A tender, flavorsome treat that falls off the bone. 

Ayam Be tutu. Another classic Balinese aspect of Spiritualism and Eating.
Ayam Be tutu – Roast Chicken just nothing like your English Grandmothers.

For lovers of spice, Sambal Matah is a must-try. This raw chili sauce, bursting with shallots and lemongrass, pairs excellently with grilled meats and seafood. Its potent heat might surprise you but is sure to keep you coming back for more. 

Sambal Matah. Balinese side dish accompanying spiritualism and eating..
Sambal Matah – By comparison a Casaer Salad is just lame.

Lastly, don’t forget to try the Jaje Bali. This assortment of colorful, bite-sized desserts, crafted from rice flour, fruit, and coconut, is the perfect sweet ending to any Balinese meal. 

Jaje Bali - Sweet Desert a celebration of Spiritualism and Eating.
Jaje Bali – Sweet Desert a celebration of Spiritualism and Eating.

Spiritualism and Eating – Balinese style, a rich cultural history.

Not only are these dishes mouth-wateringly delicious, but they also offer a beautiful peek into the rich cultural tapestry that Bali has to offer. Each dish is a testament to the island’s history, agricultural bounty, and the Balinese peoples deep respect for nature.

Every aspect of Balinese life is steeped in spiritual symbolism, and food is no exception. The process of preparing meals, from selecting ingredients to the cooking techniques used, is not a casual act but a spiritual one. Ingredients are chosen with care, dishes are cooked with intention, and meals are consumed with gratitude to the gods, showcasing a nexus of spirituality and sustenance.

One prevalent practice is the preparation of ‘Banten’, or food offerings to the gods. Often, these offerings include a delicate balance of sweet, salty, bitter, and spicy elements, mirroring the Balinese spiritual philosophy of Tri Hita Karana, which emphasizes harmony with the gods, with fellow humans, and with nature. These food offerings are a tangible expression of this belief system, showing the intricate relationship between Balinese spiritualism and eating. Banten are carried in the numerous ceremonial processions that punctuate Balinese life.

Banten are the offerings prepared for Balinese ceremony. Banten comprise food and are the essence of Balinese spiritualism and eating.
You cannot visit Bali without encountering Ceremony, it regular dictates life.

Canang sari – The daily spiritual offering. Eating yes, but by the local squirrels and birds.

Though large intricate Banten being carried in processions are common, there is a daily every day, thrice a day offering – Canang sari. These are everywhere. On small altars, and at the entry ways of shops, cafe and accommodation. Indeed, if you want your tourist dollar to be spent with the local Balinese, always ensure the places you frequent have Canang sari on the footpath.

Canang sari, are made from palm leaves and filled with a variety of items, including food. This fascinating local custom magnifies the spiritualism and eating associated with Balinese food and represents one of the many ways in which spirituality is deeply etched into the evolving foodways of the Balinese people.  Food is seen as a gift from the gods, a symbol of life’s energy, and an offering to the divine. In essence, the significance of food in Balinese culture is a testament to the local people’s profound appreciation towards nature and a divine validation of their religious beliefs.

I am always profoundly impressed watching the young ladies who work in my accommodation make their thrice daily offerings. Young people, working long hours, 24-day working months, around $50AUD per month. Yet, they solemnly with grace, gratitude and dignity, quietly without fuss make their personal connection with their Gods, demons and spirits. It’s a spiritual interlude in a at times crazy commercial focused society. It bothers no one that just as quickly the local squirrels and birds descend to the available feast. It seems humble local animals are also entitled to their slice of spiritualism and eating.

Balinese Daily Offerings -The Canang Sari Bamboo leaf baskets covered with offerings. Fruit, sweets, rice, vegetables, even cigarettes. Spiritualism and eating offered to the gods, spirits. and demons.
Balinese Daily Offerings -The Canang sari.

Death and Rebirth – A whole lot of dressing up, colour, food, drinking and celebration.

I was staying in Amed, a smallish traditional fishing village some 150 kilometres from Kuta the tourist hub. The traditional Hindu Balinese are extremely open to outsiders and ever keen to share their spiritual culture. Actually, in my Indonesian adventures outside of Bali, I have generally found all Indonesians to be friendly, accommodating, curious and oh so accepting of cultural differences. I’ve written of such experiences in the primarily Muslim city of Yogyakarta. Click this link for access to, ‘Rock Star Antics -Spiritualism Indonesia.

So it was that I stumbled into a funeral ceremony. One of the most distinctive aspects of Balinese mourning is the ‘Ngaben’ ceremony, also known as the ‘cremation ceremony’. Unlike Western traditions where funerals are a somber affair, in Bali, it’s a colorful and joyous celebration of the deceased’s journey to the afterlife. Shocking to my Western sensibilities was the presence of the deceased, indeed the presence of the deceased actually being cremated, surrounded by a large group of family and friends.

Balinese Cremation Ceremony – Humble Fisherman, but no less Dignified.

Similarities and differences to my own cultural past.

I’ve been to many funerals, mainly Irish Catholic. Men and boys in black suits, women in black dresses, some hidden by veils, and lots of crying. The sad pall bearer procession as old men carry a mate on his last journey. And yes, traditional Irish Catholic funerals have a distinct cultural spiritualism, accompanied by eating and certainly much drinking. This was nothing like that!

For the women it was an opportunity to dress up in a multitude of colours. All wearing the traditional ‘Kebaya’, and all carrying freshly made Banten on their heads.

Balinese Cremation – Banten Offerings, Food for the Spirits.

Passing to the other side is hard work – Food, drink and celebration is required.

The purpose of this festive event is to ensure the smooth transition of the soul from the physical world to the spiritual kingdom. Balinese Hindus believe that a proper send-off, filled with laughter and music, helps the soul to detach from the earthly realm more easily. There should not be any tears of sadness, for that will hinder the soul from reaching the next life.

Balinese Hindus hold strong beliefs in reincarnation. They believe that the soul does not perish but is reborn into a new form. Therefore, the rituals surrounding death are viewed as a part of this ongoing cycle. The cremation ceremony, with its festive nature, serves to celebrate the soul’s journey to its next life. It’s seen as an opportunity for the soul to be released from its earthly ties and start afresh in a new existence. This perspective on death and reincarnation highlights the Balinese people’s philosophical outlook on the continuity of life beyond physical existence.

Banten and Canang sari were in abundance. As were tables full of glorious Balinese food, and jugs of Arak, a local liquor made from fermented palm tree sap – moonshine if you like! I had experienced many a drunken Irish wake, but this was pure celebration. Laughter and joy to see the departed progress into a new abundant life. It was hard not to be moved and yes drawn into such a culture of celebrating death and spiritualism with eating and drinking in such a joyful celebratory manner.

A Balinese Cremation is accompanied by huge bundle of offerings.

The not so Spiritual side of Eating in Bali.

On returning to my villa in Amed, welcome to Bali Belly! What is Bali Belly? Everyone seems to get it no matter how careful you are with hygiene. Tap water is a no right across Indonesia. I’ve travelled Indonesia extensively, I’m careful, but there I was – stuck in my Villa with a toilet ever close. Just as well the Villa had amazing views.

The fishing village of Amed Indonesia – Spectacular views, Bali Belly or otherwise.

So, I spent three days recovering from the cremation ceremony and no doubt the moonshine. My Balinese hosts were supportive, they too suffer Bali Belly, all the time! As I said the not so advertised aspect of spiritualism and eating in Bali. They fed me twice daily steamed rice with poached Mahi Mahi fish, there go to cure. Hadly a hardship.

I had plenty of time to read and write, indeed I wrote the first draft of this Postcard, naked but a sarong, black coffee and water.

Laid up with Bali Belly – Spectacular view, time to read and write.

I also had time to really interact with my Balinese Hindu hosts, and that really turned into a spiritual experience.

Spiritualism – An Aussie Non-Believer delves into Balinese Hindu Prayer.

Several days after the cremation ceremony I was drinking black coffee in the restaurant of my villa. Chatting with my hosts, in my broken Bahasa Indonesian and what passes for English in Australia, a question occurred to me. A question that only perhaps a blunt, forthright, and perhaps ignorant Aussie would ask. “Why do the staff in this villa complex, not perform daily ceremony?” “I never, unusually for me, trip over Canang sari offerings.” The response was surprising:

“Oh, we are lazy Hindus.” There was much laughter, perhaps a little embarrassment. The notable aspect of Balinese Hindu’s is their irrepressible sense of humour. I would like to think that is one reason they generally get on so well with my Countryman. Also, why they have been so tolerating of our often loud and boisterous behaviour. Then immediately they invited me to conduct morning ceremony the next day. So, I fronted up, still nauseous, still conscious of being close to a toilet, but also very excited. Let the preparation begin.

Wayan assisted my Preparation – Sarong, waist scarf and head gear.

Wayan provides Spiritual Instruction on undertaking morning ritual.

Wayan’s instructions were very simple. No solemnity, no dogma. “Clear your mind, think of your family, think of your loved ones, reflect on your ancestors.” Now I started to understand, that at least for these humble fishing villagers, daily spiritualism was all about family, past and present. No mention of the Hindu Gods, spirits, and even demons that inhabit the Hindu theological world. Herein ended the instruction, we were set.

Wayan and me. Attired and equipped with Canang Sari and plenty of incense.
Wayan and me. Attired and equipped with Canang sari and plenty of incense.

Morning ritual commences.

I did not however consider that Wayan would lead me up and down the cliff face on which the villa complex resided. It was very hot and humid, and I was not feeling all that spectacular. As we visited big temples, small altars, all with spectacular ocean views, well I was feeling non too spiritual. But I hoisted up my sarong and gamely followed.

Not sure if the smiling was repressing my nausea.

I really thought I would simply accompany Wayan, but no he encouraged me to conduct the offerings. Place the Canang sari, speak to your family and ancestors, place the incense in a specific position, three splashes of holy water whilst conducting dialogue with that family, a moment of reflection – Offering completed.

Speaking with my ancestors.
Speaking with my ancestors.

Our final offering was made adjacent a swimming pool, right next to my own villa. Now I was thinking, well at least I can use a toilet I’m very familiar with! As I bent to conduct the process described above, I do recall asking my ancestors: “Please, give me a hand here, our Irish Catholic family is going to be highly embarrassed should I collapse headfirst under water in a very informal baptism”.

My final morning offering – Spectacular location.

With that the morning offering was complete. Though I returned with Wayan to the restaurant to the cheers, hugs, laughter, and celebrations of my gracious assembled hosts. One final personal blessing by Wayan, I was anointed with rice and a sacred hibiscus flower. Now I really needed a toilet and the spiritual embrace of a tall cold icy glass of spirits, no not moonshine, but Sailor Jerry’s spiced rum. Spiritualism is tiring business!

More smiles and the final blessing - Actually I was very proud and happy.
More smiles and the final blessing – Actually I was very proud and happy.

Conclusion: Spiritualism and eating.

So, what did I learn along this Indonesia journey?

There is nothing intrinsically spiritual about food itself. But there is spirituality associated with food. The Balinese I was lucky to share this experience with are relatively poor by Indonesian standards. Certainly, much so by Australian standards. During Covid, as Indonesia shut down, everyone from Amed returned home to their local fishing villages. Tourist income stopped. But the family village is always spiritual home, and always provides shelter in times of duress.

Food was simple. Boiled rice from the family paddy field. Grilled pilchards captured by the family generations old fishing boat. Grandparents, parents, kids, cousins, wives of sons – They all just got on with it. The daily rituals of offerings continued. Gratitude prevailed.

I remain convinced that the spiritual aspect of food in Bali, is as much about family bonding as anything else. The hours spent with parents and kids, preparing spices and condiments. Grandparents passing on the intricate techniques of preparing Banten and Canang sari to their grandkids. And off course the daily offerings made in profound gratitude for what you have.

Perhaps at the end of the day Family and Gratitude captures human spiritualism at its most profound.

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Rock star: Spiritualism, surprise, life, curiosity, acceptance, and optimism:


Spiritualism Indonesia. (Ok this is me. Well, me in a somewhat perplexed, cynical, and whimsical mood, which is much my permanent state. I've just turned 61 and 3 years into retirement as I start to write my 30th Postcard. This Postcard was intended to discuss my ponderings on various subjects during my October 2023 adventure in Indonesia. Surprisingly for me it turned into a discussion of spiritualism in Indonesia. I've explored Indonesia many times previously. I've written previously of my adventures there, one of these can be read at this link. 

I'm the least spiritual person I know, unless we are speaking spirits from the fine waters of Scotland or Kentucky. Though I was raised traditionally Irish Catholic, well it never really worked for me. Putting aside my observations of rampant hypocrisy and lashings of violence dished out during my foundational school years, my connection to God could be summarized as: "At my birth someone forgot to make the required phone connection between the temporal and spiritual planes".

So let me begin by setting the locational context, some historical background, and finish with a little discussion of the adventures that unfolded)


Adventure in Yogyakarta, Java Island, Indonesia

Spiritualism Indonesia.

Spiritualism Indonesia, what would I know? I’m coming to the end of my October 2023 month spent in Indonesia. My intent was to pursue my usual writing subjects: History; and how it impacts the present, politics, architecture, culture, food, and commerce. I certainly experienced all those things that my part of Indonesia had to offer, but something unexpected happened. I experienced, for me anyway, profound human spiritualism in Indonesia. So, I’m skipping my usual subjects for the moment, whilst I share some of that experience. I’ve also written about spiritualism on the island of Bali, Indonesia. That Postcard is available by following this link.

With a population of 278 million, Indonesia is the world’s largest Muslim country. There is no official state religion, but only six religions are recognized in the Constitution: Islam (87%), Catholicism (3%), Protestantism (7.5%), Buddhist (0.73%), Hinduism (1.7%), and Confucianism (0.03%). This does not mean that Indonesia is intolerant of other religions, far from it.

Indonesia – Pancasila and religion.

‘Pancasila’ is the first principle of Indonesia’s philosophical foundation. The concept requires citizens to state their belief in The one and almighty God”. So yes spiritualism in Indonesia is government business.

Pancasila is an explicit recognition of divine providence, it is meant as a principle on how to live together in a religiously diverse society.

Constitutional Court Indonesia.

All religions are generally tolerated. But there are areas with overwhelming Muslim majorities which are fundamentalist in nature, they enforce Sharia Law.

Welcoming and accepting of all? Well not quite. The Indonesian government has a discriminatory attitude towards its many tribal religions, atheism, and agnosticism. Appropriate time to mention my own lack of recognized religiosity. Most people would describe me an atheist, infidel, or simply a nonbeliever. That’s correct, though I would prefer the term fellow traveller, as I’m certainly not a spiritual anarchist, I have always sensed a spiritual side to life. Traveling internationally requires risk management of many issues: political disturbances, hygiene, financial scams, personal security, and notably in Indonesia, to keep your lack of formal religion to yourself. Previously I discussed my preparations for this Indonesia adventure at this link.

Indonesia is capable of unleashing extreme violence, I’ve written of that before at this link.

Spiritualism Indonesia and the risk to non-believers.

Blasphemy remains a punishable offence in Indonesia, and it applies to citizens and foreigners. If I were to speak openly in Indonesia about my personal religious views, I would indeed be guilty of blasphemy. I’m not stupid, I’m also not in the business of recruiting others to my view, so I never discuss such things. A blasphemy charge in a province that enforces Sharia Law would be very serious. Such a charge against a tourist is unlikely in most of Indonesia, but it does happen. EG: Russian tourists on the Indonesian Island of Bali, have been deported for being naked, drunk, and disorderly in Hindu Temples. Charged under a provision of the Blasphemy Laws. And it’s not just temples. Indonesian religious beliefs are taken very seriously.

Alina Fazleeva, Russian yogi influencer, was deported and barred from entering Indonesia for six months. She offended Balinese Hindus by posting images of herself posing naked on Babakan Temples’ 700-year-old sacred tree.

In Bali Indonesia, Russian Tourists have been deported for disrespecting sacred spiritual locations and objects.
Might be Art in the West – In Indonesia it can be blasphemy.

Where were you on 7th October 2023?

On October 7th I was sitting in a Cafe in Kuta on the Island of Bali, a short stop over before an internal flight to Yogyakarta. (Wikipedia, provides an excellent introduction) Most people are familiar with Jakarta, Indonesia’s crowded, busy capital City, so it’s easy, due to the similar name, to confuse it with the smaller city the subject of my journey. Yogyakarta is much smaller, but its history, and culture make it just as interesting. I’ve previously written of my adventures in Yogyakarta in several Postcards, which can be viewed at this link.

Over a snack of lumpia (fried spring rolls) and a cold Bintang (Local pilsner beer, the name meaning star in Indonesian), I had posted a whimsical note to Facebook:

Sometimes, perhaps not often, all your stars align, life flows easily and fluidly. Other days the stars won’t either align or shine. All you can do is hang tough, take a pause, take the ‘high ground’ reorientate, get back up, have another go, and remember. Someone always has more serious setbacks than yourself”.

Peter Veal. Facebook Post Oct 23.

Lumpia, a Bintang and a real Postcard.

Hamas attacks Israel – Hate, murder, and retribution.

Then of course I heard of the Hamas terrorist attack on Israel. How prophetic my words, now in addition to Ukraine, Israel and Palestine would feel the destructive violence unleashed by ignorance, jealousy, greed, racism, and bigotry. In Bali, The Hindu Island of the Gods, as it is described, well I was feeling none of Indonesia’s spiritualism, just sad and hopeless about humanity or lack of it, certainly my usual whimsical manner had passed.

We considered heading home to Australia, prompted by the angry protests that broke out in Kuta, and images of protests in Indonesia’s capital Jakarta. Australia too was seeing similar protests erupt.

Indonesia support for Palestine is strong – Not so much for Hamas.
Australian protests at the Sydney Opera House in support of Palestine.

We decided to push on. After all we are neither Palestinian nor Israeli, Yogyakarta is not as extreme as Jakarta, and we hoped we could simply avoid such protests, and I guess we thought our Australian and New Zealand passports would see us through. So off we went.

Next Stop Yogyakarta.

Welcome to Yogyakarta: Birthplace of spiritualism Indonesia.

A real Postcard depicting the cultural variety of Yogyakarta.

The City of Yogyakarta on the island of Java, Yogyakarta is regarded as an important centre for classical Javanese fine arts and culture such as ballet, batik textiles, drama, literature, music, poetry, silversmithing, visual arts, and wayang puppetry. Yogyakarta is proud to be the location of the Planet’s oldest and largest Buddhist and Hindu Temples. Renowned as a centre of Indonesia education, Yogyakarta is home to a large student population and dozens of schools and universities.

Yogyakarta’s religious mix.

With a population of 390,000, the religious mix is a little different from Indonesia generally: Islam (82.3%), Catholicism (10.75%), Protestantism (6.5%), Hinduism (0.13%), Buddhism (0.34%), and Confucianism (0.01%). The history of the development of spiritualism Indonesia is told through its religious development.

The relative low levels of Buddhism and Hinduism is revealing when you know that firstly all of Indonesia was essentially Buddhist (4th Century AD), until arrival of Hindu traders (5th Century AD).   Islam arrived in the 13th Century and gradually dominated. Buddhism became less significant; adherents became Muslim or followed the Hindus to the Island of Bali. Hindus having exited Java Island from the mid15th Century AD and established kingdoms on Bali. Today Bali has 4.4 million people of which 87% are Hindus.

The Christian population shows the influence of European colonization and empire building. Portuguese Catholicism arrived in the early 16th Century, and Dutch Protestantism in the late 16th Century. I’m not sure why at Independence from the Dutch, Indonesia decided to record Christians as Catholic and Protestant, though I suspect it was intended to ‘keep an eye’ on who was being loyal to which former European oppressor. I also suspect that nominal Indonesian Christians are as secular as most in the Western world, thus the percentage of Catholics and Protestants officially recorded, says as much about the inability to safely record yourself as atheist/agnostic as any serious commitment to those Western religions.

Borobudur: 8th Century Buddhist Temple.

Borobudur – Lost to the jungle, rediscovered by all people Sir Stanford Raffles

I’ll admit to cynicism when it comes to temple visits in Indonesia. This stems from experiences 15 year previously on the Indonesian Island of Bali. It’s impossible to visit Bali without meeting a Hindu temple or at least a Hindu altar. They are ancient, old, new, large, small, in spectacular locations, in everyday streetscapes. The temples often share one, not so endearing characteristic, they are highly commercial and monetized. Hard to appreciate another cultures spiritualism when you’re constantly pestered by touts. Commonly tour guides, and assorted spivs sell anything but enlightenment. Welcome to the not so endearing aspect of Indonesia spiritualism.

Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles – meddles in Indonesia.

So, with such trepidation, I journeyed to Borobudur. Evidence suggests that Borobudur was constructed in the 8th Century. It was subsequently abandoned following the 14th Century decline of Hindu kingdoms in Java and the Javanese conversion to Islam. Borobudur was lost to time and the jungle until rediscovery in 1814, by an unlikely historical character. Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, the founder of Singapore, was also a dab hand at Indiana Jones style archaeology. Thomas used his power as the British ruler of Java to have the ancient temple cleared of soil and jungle. Predictably, he also started plundering its carvings, stone and specifically the heads of Buddha statues. Borobudur has been called the temple of 1000 Buddha, most of them headless. Sir Thomas Raffles is know for many things, but no one at my school mentioned his monetizing of spiritualism in Indonesia.

Borobudur has since been preserved through several restorations. The largest restoration project was completed in 1983 by the Indonesia government and UNESCO. Followed by the monument’s listing as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Very little architectural exploration – But human contact in spades.

In an earlier life I practiced architecture for 20 years, I quite like wandering around old buildings. And Borobudur does not disappoint. I was planning on shooting pics of Budha statues, headless and otherwise, and describing the architectural space encountered. Then I ran into the local school kids:

An awful lot of hand coding going on – I had absolutely no idea!

 These children from regional villages were combining Indonesia’s spiritualism and religious history studies with ‘Interview a Foreigner Week’. How precisely the latter was to happen seemed dubious. As their English was about as good as my Bahasa Indonesian, very limited.

Rock stars are memorable – Then there is me.

My first reaction was that they had mistaken me for someone. The word ‘Rock Star’ was tossed around! Perhaps they thought I was Chris Hemsworth or ‘Thor’. Chris had after all recently been in Indonesia promoting a new movie.

A real ‘Rock Star’.

The similarity is staggering as both:

  • Are, Australian;
  • Not known for our spiritualism, Indonesia style or otherwise;
  • Weigh 100 Kg (220 Pounds);
  • Make a ‘dog’s breakfast’ of the Kings English;
  • He’s 40, very handsome, 190 Cm (6 foot, 3inches); I’m
  • 61, 175 Cm (5 foot, 9inches), oh
  • And we are both still breathing.

Note to self, translation between languages can be deceptive. So why the interest?

Boys will be boys – Even very old examples.

Although Borobudur, is world heritage, I was one of very few foreigners present. I realized most of these children had never spoken at length with a non-Indonesian. And I spoke Bahasa with a smile. Put simply: I was a ‘Rock Star’, because these children were curious, funny, accepting of difference, and oh so willing to engage. And then I panicked! With limited language, what and how to communicate? Teenage boys – Speak the international language understood by all teenage boys: Girls, posing, bragging, and physical horse play!

That’s not a bicep, this is a bicep!

Want to look half smart? Hang with clever, intelligent, confident and ambitious women.

And then I really panicked, the Wanita arrived! And they meant business. I had noticed these young ladies hanging back from the rowdy raucous boys. Of the same age and school, they were obviously much more mature. As is the case with young women compared to their male peers. ‘Rock Star’ again, I was getting very confused. Fortunately, their English was much better than my Bahasa, what to speak about? Fashion? Jeweler? Handbags? Cool sunglasses? One look at me says, Dude, this bloke knows nothing about fashion”.

The ‘Rock Star’ and his minders!

I need not have worried, they simply dominated the conversation, with confidence, and intent that I never expected:

  • How come I speak such weird English?
  • What’s it’s like for women in Australia?
  • Are there careers opportunities in Australia for women?
  • Are women paid the same as men?

Indonesia has a shining future with youth like this.

You get the point. These young ladies were aspirational. They wanted to go places, see things, have careers, be independent, set new parameters for Indonesian women. Above all they were curious, open, and interested in our obvious differences. They wanted to learn. And they lifted my earlier sad and hopeless mood. With kids like this, the future must be bright, we just need to decide it will be so.

Just when I thought I might get back to exploring Borobudur, the university contingent arrived. Tertiary education has increased in Indonesia, significantly so for women as it dramatically increases female employment opportunities. I at once noticed their English language fluency skills, these were the earlier teenage ladies, 5 years advanced.

We communicated in Bahasa and English. Something they insisted on, perhaps they found my Bahasa, only slightly less painful than my tortured English vowels. Again, I found this group friendly, confident, engaged and oh so interested in exploring our differences and sharing experiences. I felt more at ease as their fashion sense was a bad as my own.

I was starting to get the hand code thing by now.

Indonesian spiritualism and the global village.

 I noticed that these students had a strong sense of being part of a global village, an international perspective. Indonesia will play a significant part in the future of the Planet. They asked me many questions that prove this point:

  • How come I speak such weird English? (I’m sensing a pattern here)
  • Are Muslims safe in Australia?
  • What is Australia’s position on the Gaza conflict?
  • Why has Indonesia and Australia had a at times strained relationship?
  • Is Australia a multicultural nation?
  • Why is Australia not a republic?

But above all we had a lot of fun and laughs. No longer was my mood one of sadness and hopelessness about humanity. I can’t recall why precisely they blessed and applauded me, must have been one of my dad jokes, translated into Bahasa Indonesian perhaps. But now I really felt like a ‘Rock Star’.

By now I really felt like a ‘Rock Star’.

Retail therapy and another dose of spiritualism.

 So, we left Borobudur, having seen very little of the temple and drove to Malioboro Street, Yogyakarta’s famed shopping street for some retail therapy.

Malioboro Street – Shopping, eating, and just hanging out Indonesian Style.

On Saturday Malioboro Street is the place to see and been seen, most of Yogyakarta seemed to be heading downtown. But it was extremely hot and humid, so we decided to take our retail therapy indoors. So, into Aladdin’s Cave – ‘Hamzah Batik’:

Hamzah Batik – Yogyakarta’s public transport has a lot of attendant ‘farting’ – Not just the horses.

Our first haven was a ‘Hamzah Batik’, owned and operated by one of Yogyakarta’s most successful retailers and famous Drag Queens, who regularly hosts Drag Cabaret on the top floor of this establishment. The latter is insignificant to the story other than to suggest that Indonesia is not necessarily the religiously conservative Country you might imagine it to be.

A drag queen shop in Yogyakarta, Indonesia. Illustrates how accepting Indonesia can be.

Retail Therapy – Yogyakarta Style

Crippling humidity, more rock star fun, frivolity, and human tolerant spiritualism.

At this point we had not realized that the education system nationwide was celebrating ‘Interview a Foreigner Week’, but as soon as we emerged into Malioboro’s humidity, more ‘Rock Star’ activity.

These girls were not the fashion-conscious Wanita of our earlier encounter, they were much quieter, reserved, shy, humble, and restrained, they also spoke very little English. Nothing poise, and charm won’t overcome: Just as well my wife Lizzie and her Kiwi manner were present. Soon Lizzie had them gasbagging, not surprisingly, they were just as confident, eager to engage, pose for the camera and yes, the hand code signals! We chatted in Bahasa, during which they enquired about Australia, New Zealand, and told us of their career aspirations. They also asked me why Kiwi’s speak normal English and Aussie’s don’t!

With confidence like this – Indonesia has a bright future.

How I derailed Air Garuda’s international language program.

And it did not stop there, the ‘Rock Star’ event continued with an interview by this vivacious and extrovert group. In what seems peculiarly Indonesian, they were the graduating class of ‘Indonesia’s Air Stewards University’. I thought I missed something in translation, but their English fluency removed all doubt, such a thing actually exists.

Muslim teenagers rocking with an old Aussie dude. Acceptance or diversity.

Hospitality Air Garuda Style

Their last exercise involved seeking out a foreigner, communicating in their language, whilst serving them traditional Indonesian sweets. I have no idea what I ate, and given the hot, humid conditions, it was probably not very wise, but there you go.

We chatted in English and Bahasa, we also had the options of Dutch or French, yes, a multilingual education opens opportunity for young Indonesian Women. And as with every similar contact I had on this extraordinary day, they were confident, engaging, and oh so interested in exploring other cultures. They also asked me why I spoke such funny English, that pattern again! We closed on a lesson in how to speak Australian, like a real Aussie. So, next time you fly Air Garuda, if the flight attendant asks, “Howse ewes goin mate”, well you know who to blame.

Conclusions on spirituality.

I started this Postcard mentioning my spiritual experience. Are what I described actually spiritual experiences or just inspiring human connections?

I have no idea, I would for the reasons explained earlier, be the last person to answer such a question.

But I do know all of this made me feel better about the World. That young Indonesians could be so open and accepting of an old Aussie dude, from a completely different historical background and culture, gives me faith and hope.

I want to believe that the humanity that connects us is far stronger than the differences that can divide us. It’s a question of choice.

Seductive Eating on the Island of Devil Demons.

(This Postcard was written in October 2023, on the evening before jumping a flight from Australia to Indonesia. The commencement of my latest Indonesian adventure)

Tomorrow at dawn, I’m starting my Indonesian journey flying into Denpasar International Airport, Bali, Indonesia. After a few days on the Island of Bali, I’m flying to Yogyakarta. Bali, the Island of the Gods will see us doing much eating and relaxing. Such a life can be very seductive.

It’s difficult to avoid Hindu spiritualism in Bali. In consequence of temples, altars, and daily offering being ever present. Almost as difficult as avoiding the many touts and spiffs trying to sell you stuff you don’t really want. In summary this Postcard captures my current reflections on Bali. Where precisely is Bali in reference to our home?

Australia – A huge empty country, bumping Asian history.

Bali’s history – Praying, eating and chilling.

So, what’s all the praying, eating and chilling got to do with Bali, actually it appears to be the essence of tourism. I’m no stranger to Bali as we have both visited, I guess ten times or more, but it’s not to everyone’s taste. Bali is an island primarily of Hindu culture. Indonesia was primarily Hindu until the end of the 13 Century. With the emergence and eventual dominance of the Muslim religion on one hand and secondly war and conflict, the Hindu population gradually retreated to Bali. The Bali economy, since 1970, has primarily been driven by Australian tourism. In those days it was a hippie surfer destination, then Julia Roberts arrived. Bali gained international popularity with her 2010 movie ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. An international audience was introduced to the seductive eating, and the captivating spiritualism of Bali. I have written previously about spiritualism and religion in Indonesia, you can follow the link here.

Markets in Bali – Not quite this romantic, closer to hand-to-hand combat.

Commercial chaos, eating and chilling – An awful amount of waiting around.

Don’t get me wrong, Bali can be very romantic, but it’s also insanely commercial. It’s impossible to leave your accommodation without constant pestering to buy trinkets, clothes, jewelry, massage: it never stops. “Tidak, terima kasih, aku tidak menginginkan itu”, yes it helps to speak some Bahasa Indonesian, or simply say, “No Thank you”.

The Balinese invariably speak English, as a result of long contact with Australians. Though not surprisingly, often with a strong, broad, vowel twisting, Aussie Twang! Take the Australians out of Bali, like what happened through Covid, economic collapse. Every Balinese is an entrepreneur, everyone is on the game, all seeking an edge. They also seem to have hearing like arctic foxes. I always laugh, when a merchant dozing in the afternoon heat, clearly hears my own tortured Aussie vowels, responding: “Howse ewes going mate?” A tactic that seeks to imply understanding and mateship.

Our neighbourhood Kuta, Bali. Balinese often just sit and wait all day for custom.

Irrespective of Bali’s commercial mayhem, it’s usually clean. No, the attentive young ladies are not what you think. They work in legitimate massage parlours, extremely common. It’s easy to be cynical, to see Bali as full of grifters and chiseling spiffs. And that’s true, however in addition to being friendly and charming grifters, on the other hand Balinese inevitably take their Hinduism very seriously.

Seductive spiritual food – a Whole lot of praying.

Balinese believe that ancestors never leave, their spirit remains. Evil spirits and demons preside, and humans must keep them at peace and in balance. The process of making offerings and undertaking ceremony are critical daily activities, even commerce takes a back seat. Locals’ making offerings, conducting, or preparing for ceremony will frequently interact with your own activity. For a confirmed infidel like me, it’s something incredibly special. However, despite the spiritual atmosphere, it’s often simply necessary to seek refuge in your accommodation. I have a Postcard specifically about spiritualism and eating on the Island of Bali Indonesia. Perhaps you might like to read it by following this link.

Daily offerings of flowers and fruit – Makes the local squirrels incredibly happy chaps.

Accommodation: escape the chaos.

Fortunately, 15 years back I discovered Poppers right in the middle of this madness which offers refuge and peace, a time to refresh before getting back into the fray. It’s a collection of traditional villas, surrounded by a sculptured walled perimeter, creating an oasis. Step inside the gate and chaos simply disappears.

Poppies Kuta – Gateway to peace and tranquility

The accommodation is very traditionally Balinese, a bit old hat these days, but very charming. The Balinese thatched roof or ‘Alang Alang’ is a notable trait. This is actually authentic, there is no western tin roof underneath to ensure water tightness.

Your own villa surrounded by tropical gardens.

The Balinese are exceptional hosts. Poppies staff have been working together for decades, so they exude an obvious sense of ownership and pride. And do they like to chat and practice their English. Mornings for me always start, eating and chilling, with coffee and tropical fruit on that terrace, chatting with the gardeners in our respective broken English and Bahasa. Coffee addicts will love Bali as it grows some of the world’s finest coffee. You might like to sample what Aussies jokingly called ‘poo coffee’, or Kopi Luwak (Luwak Coffee). First you feed raw coffee beans to a small mammal called a Luwak. Balinese collect the partially digested beans that have passed through the Luwak’s bowels, and process as normal.

Yes, I’m with you, I also thought it was a joke, however it’ s no joke now Kopi Luwak is huge international business.

Coffee time – Saya mau, kopi hitam.

Personnaly I prefer Kopi Hitam (Black coffee), or to us Aussies, ‘Bali Collision Kopi’. Rough grind dark roasted beans, add to jug, pour in boiling water, stir and serve. A little grainy, pungently aromatic but simply superb.

Breakfast – Bali Time

Afternoons in Bali can be hot and steamy, cooling rain is not as abundant as it was. So, retreat to Poppies and a cooling swim.

Followed by an afternoon nap, just the thing to set your spirit as ease.

A very traditional Balinese interior, maintained in superb condition.

To place some financial context around Indonesian accommodation, one night’s accommodation in the Villa above costs as follows:

  • 140 Australian Dollars.
  • 73 Pounds Sterling.
  • 89 US Dollars.
  • 85 Euro; and
  • 9000 Russian Rouble.

Unwelcome guests – Russian style eating, chilling and vodka chasers:

Since my last Bali visit, one thing has changed – Russians! Russians have had a presence in Bali for some time. There have always been rumours of dark criminal Russian money being invested in Bali real estate. Previously I have encountered Russian tourists in the more remote beach side scuba diving resorts, Bali has excellent diving opportunities. Since the invasion of Ukraine, up to 20,000 Russians per month have been arriving in Bali, escaping Putin’s military draft.

One of Russia’s finest – Nude biking is completely acceptable apparently.

Many of the allegations made against the Russians—drunkenness, disrespect of local culture, and dangerous driving—have long been levelled against visitors from across the world, especially so my compatriots. However, Russians are widely seen as particularly egregious offenders.

The Australians also cause problems, that’s for sure, but they are just drunk persons, it’s just childish naughtiness, kind of annoying but that’s about it. But the Russians—no, they think they own the place.”

I Wayan Koster. Govenor of Bali.

Balinese police recently announced a Russian man would be deported and banned from re-entering for six months after partially undressing on a sacred mountain in Bali. He will become the 58th Russian to be evicted this year. (The Balinese might be commercial, but they remain 100% intolerant of disrespect of their spiritualism)

Welcome guests – Aussie style eating, chilling and vodka chasers.

Over the years, Balinese authorities have deported plenty of my countryman, found to have broken the rules, often while intoxicated. But locals say Indonesians and Australians have come to know each other, with many repeat holidaymakers. Drunk young men in Bintang singlets are a minority – even if they make a lot of noise.

So as excited as I am about being back in the Island of the Gods, I could do without the increased presence of drunk Russians!

Corrupt Cops and Military Muscle.

Indonesia has an exceptionally large military. Australia’s relationship with Indonesia has been a roller coaster, the up, down, and sideways relationship of two neighbours who don’t always agree. There has been much distrust from both sides. During my time in the Australian Army, our theoretical opposition, on which volumes of methodology existed, was clearly intended to be Indonesia. Armed forces: military, paramilitary, and police, lurk as a shadowy presence in Indonesia.

There is a frequent police presence in Bali, it’s much like Rome, Italy in the sense that there seem to be uniformed police for every function: Traffic, cultural, religious, tourist, narcotics, theft, etc. Most of them are like Sgt Wayan below, kinda like your uncle, yes, he is a cop, but a friendly one, don’t think he even knows how to use the geriatric old revolver he carries. Sgt Wayan represents a culture of ‘on the spot fines’, you and I would see it as Balinese corruption. It’s notably improved, but still occasionally occurs.

Dad’s Army Indonesian Style

Indonesian Policing – The cute and funny side.

Sometimes Indonesian policing is quite funny, as in the ‘Naughty Tourist Task Force’ (NTTF). I’m sure Indonesian’s laugh at my attempt at speaking Bahasa, they’re just too polite to let it show. You never consider that your native language is complex, it seems logical, you’ve been speaking it since you were born. But nonnative speakers, often can never learn the nuance that you don’t even think about. Oh, I hope I don’t get busted by the NTTF!

Knock Knock – NTFF calling, who knicked the Nasi Goring?

Sometimes the police forces are cute. The role of women in Indonesian society continues to mature and evolve, that’s a good thing.

I can imagine these ladies under cover in the NTTF?

Indonesian Policing – The paramilitary muscle and no laughing matter side.

Then overnight in an otherwise quiet Bali, serious paramilitary force can simply appear. You realize that such muscle is just hidden away, constantly on tap.

And at times of threat of terrorism, well it gets profoundly serious, Densus 88, anti-terror special forces simply materialize. Note the Steyr Assault Rifle, carried on the right? That just happens to be the standard issue weapon of the Aussie Military. Perhaps surprisingly, given the sometimes-difficult relationship, Densus 88 is substantially trained by Australian Military.

Knock, Knock – Densus 88 calling!

Fortunately, such times are rare. But for an Australian living in a society, where police are scarcely armed, few citizens own weapons and when Australian military simply never go armed in the street – You realize that your probably not in Kansas anymore.

Eating and chilling – Bali style.

One of the pleasures of travelling is the food. Bali does not disappoint. Hygiene is important. There is no such thing as safe tape water in Indonesia. So, a lettuce or vegetable washed in tap water, or a cocktail with tap water ice, well welcome to Bali Belly. Trust me, it’s not only your belly that ends up hurting.

Fortunately, most establishments control the risk, but it’s always present.

Some nights we will eat in the garden at Poppies, with an environment like this, why would you not?

Romance for four? In your own tropical garden.

Bali Dutch colonial influence remains in the food.

A little bit of history and a delicious meal can be found by sampling a ‘Rijsttafel’, a Dutch word that literally translates to rice table. Popular side dishes include egg rolls, sambals, satay, fish, fruit, vegetables, pickles, and nuts. The Dutch introduced the rice table not only so they could enjoy a wide array of dishes at a single sitting but also to impress visitors with the exotic abundance of their colony. Which is ridiculously arrogant, but the Indonesians liked the idea, and it remained well past independence.

‘Rijsttafel’ – The Indonesian Smorgasbord.

The real taste of Indonesia is to be found in the street food. Food carts remain common in cities like Yogyakarta, not so much Bali. Two reasons I suspect, firstly the roads are horribly congested, and secondly infecting tourists with Bali Belly is probably not a good marketing strategy. As tempting as it looks its probable best to avoid.

However, there are plenty of safe alternatives, such as Madi’s Warung.

Madi’s: Authentic Street Food without the risk.

Madi’s is a real institution, often hard to get a table. Offers all manner of authentic Balinese and Indonesian street food.

Breakfast: Bali Style

So yes, I’m excited about my journey which commences in 10 hours.

I’m looking forward to reporting more on my observations on accommodation, architecture, politics, security, society, food, and spiritualism – Indonesian Style.

Time Travel – Exotic, dangerous, beautiful, spiritual Indonesia.

(The Postcard was written in September 2023. Preparing for an Indonesian adventure, I explored Indonesian history via a series of Postcards.)

Motivation for Time Travel.

Soon, I’m up anchor and travelling to Yogyakarta, Indonesia to commence another time travel adventure. Follow this link to understand how and why I use the idea of time travel. Why travel? What do we get from travelling? I am not by nature very reflective, so set myself the task to explore such questions. Perhaps explore Indonesia via a few Postcards, before heading off. Since I’m not a good sailor and travelling by tramp steamer from Australia to Indonesia has been done, and due to pirates is none to safe, then it’s:

Really chocks away, grab a flight – here we go!

Where is Yogyakarta and how far am I travelling?

Yogyakarta, Indonesia is 5000 kilometres from Australia. Six hours direct flying time. Travel time from my home to hotel – Say 10 hours.

The first reflection is one of adventure and the unknown. I live on a rural property 100 kilometres West of Brisbane, quiet, undeveloped with a small population.

My time travel adventure starts in the rural location shown on this aerial view.
My Neighbourhood – Cows, kangaroo, and a whole lot of quiet!

Then there is Yogyakarta!

A map of Yogyakarta illustrating where my time travel adventure is taking place.
A lot of tightly packed streets – And no kangaroo!

Yogyakarta has a population density of 1100 people per square kilometre – Compared to my neighbourhood of 5 people, 300 cows, and a 100 kangaroo.

The contrast is even more extreme when you consider the street where I live in Australia, with my temporary home in Yogyakarta:

My time travel adventure starts in my own neighborhood. By comparison to Yogyakarta, the subject of my adventure, it is very quiet.
My Neighbourhood – Cows, kangaroo, and a whole lot of quiet!
My time travel adventure commences in the busy streets of Yogyakarta, Indonesia.
My Neighbourhood Yogyakarta

Time Travel Adventures – Remedy for jadedness.

Certainly, there is a sense of adventure, dropping down in a city where I don’t know one street. When you get to 60, well your own environment gets somewhat jaded. Nothing is ever new, and some places are just not as good as you remember them.

Well unlike dear, sad, missed Robin, I remember the 1960’s. When I was born in 1962, Australia had a population of 10.75 million – Today it’s 26.33 million. Not surprisingly my environment has changed: Not always for the better.

Time Travel to the 1960’s.

My Dad would take me fishing, simply pull up by a river or beach, set up a tarpaulin, camp on the ground, light a fire – catch a few fish. Sometimes the local ‘Wallopers’ (Police) would stop by, not to arrest my dad and his mates, far from it: They would have more than a few beers, play poker with Dad and his mates! Try that today, you would definitely be arrested. One of Indonesia’s attractions is the comparative lack of regulation and control.

Friends tell me they don’t like travel outside Australia: “The nose and eye savaging condition of bathrooms and toilets. I never had the experience of an indoor flushing toilet until 1970. So, the ‘elegant’ bathrooms you sometimes encounter when travelling, come as no new life experience. All part of the time travel adventure.

Indonesia is known to me. I’ve been to Bali many times and once to the capital Jakarta. I studied Indonesia extensively in my time in the Australian Military – Australian/Indonesia relations have been troubled and at times very tense. One of my interests – What probable reason in 2023 have we for not being great supportive neighbours?

I also speak Bahasa Indonesian, well kind off. Like many Australians of British decent, there was simply no need, environment, or interest in acquiring multilingual skills. Something by the age of 40, I was quite embarrassed about. Definitely part of my interest in travelling is living daily with a non-native language as your primary means of communication. Plus, at 60 its good for your brain, up there with doing a sudoku puzzle a day.

I did say I’m not very reflective, and that’s it for me: No more reflections. So, I thought I would look at what wiser men than me (not extremely hard) have to say about travel.

Time Travel: The Ancient World

One of the first recorded comments on travel was the Ancient Greek Aristotle (383 to 322 BC), he does not say very much:

Travel adventure is worthwhile.
Aristotle Time Traveller Adventurer

However, his writings cover a broad range of subjects including Biology, zoology, geology, and systems of government. Old Ari did not simply make this stuff up, he travelled widely observing intently. Aristotle’s philosophy influenced the three Abrahamic religions. Aristotle’s intellectual afterlife would be little less than a history of human thought. So, Ari was a great explorer in life, history proves him to be an impressive time travel adventurer in death. As the Muslim religion is dominant in Indonesia, then traces of Aristotle can be found in Yogyakarta spiritual life. My writing on Indonesia spiritualism is available by clicking this sentence.

Then along came Alexander the Great (356 to 323 BC). Interestingly, Aristotle educated Alex. Below seems to be the first record of teacher and pupil kicking back: Enjoying some mind-altering substance perhaps?

Aristotle is shown in this painting teaching Alexander the Great. Their lives were ones of extraordinary time travel adventure.
My Classrooms were nothing like this!

Did Alex actually listen to the finer points of Ari’s classical education? I’m not so sure as evidenced by his latter actions.

Alexander did acquire his mentor’s habit of travel, by the time he died in 323BC he had both slaughtered and conquered the known world: Fairly sure that was not Aristotle’s intention.

Alexander the Great shown in this drawing, one of the world's great time travelling adventurers.

Julius Caesar also liked to travel, in between seducing Middle Eastern Queens, I guess. However, as I discussed in a previous Postcard – ‘Fascists and other Arseholes’, Julius’ motivation was more about plunder and destruction – Nothing to learn here!

Julius Caesar, Ancient Roman General, shown in the statue. Julius' continues a life of time travel adventure.

Time Travel – The Ancient world did some positive stuff.

Surely someone in the Ancient World had a less destructive view of travel.

Well, there is one even more ancient, Ancient Greek then Aristotle, the ardent traveller Euripides (480 – 406BC). Euripides believed there was no better education then travel:

A photo of a windmill. The windmill concept travelled down to us over 2500 years. Considerable time travel adventure.
Windmill Invention? Persia 500BC – China 200BC: US 1850AD.

However, it seems the consequence of his travel was a firm belief that life was indeed a tragedy, for Euripides wrote 90 Greek Tragic Plays, all of which Time Travelled down to us.

His personal life wasn’t as successful as his professional one. Euripides was married twice, in both instances, his wives were unfaithful to him, perhaps he should have taken them on a time travel adventure. In response, and to avoid the child support, he cancelled his passport, and platinum AMEX: Living out his days in a cave in Salamis, Greece. Some cave I guess, as it was reported to contain the largest library in Ancient Greece.

Some 400 years later, Euripides inspired Seneca (04BC – 65AD), of Ancient Rome. Seneca was one of the main exponents of the school of Stoicism, which teaches that the highest goal in life is the pursuit of the four cardinal virtues, namely: Wisdom, temperance, justice, and courage.  Seneca was also a great traveller:

The concept of the hot air balloon time travelled down to us over 2300 years. That is very considerable time travel adventure.
Hot Air Ballon Invention – China 300 BC – Europe 1753 AD.

Seneca also wrote tragic plays, 9 in total and all of them Time Travelled down to us. Perhaps travel also gave Seneca a tragic view on life?

Seneca’s influence on later generations is immense, during the Renaissance he was a sage admired and venerated as an oracle of morality, a guide to how Christians could improve themselves. Our contemporary world witnesses a developing interest in the ‘ Ancient Stoic Way’ of such as Seneca: Don’t believe me? Search ‘Stoicism’ on LinkedIn. But,

Time Travel – The dark side.

In the end Seneca leaves us with a rather tragic and dark view on those who celebrate travel:

They undertake one journey after another and change spectacle for spectacle. Ever from himself does each man flee. But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so, understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves.

Seneca

Confucius (551 – 479 BC) was a Chinese philosopher who is traditionally considered the paragon of Chinese sages. Confucius’s teachings and philosophy underpin East Asian culture and society, Time Travelling to us, and remaining influential in China and East Asia.

Confucius echoes the darkness of Seneca in suggesting:

Though you travel, your problems will follow you, you cannot journey away from yourself”.

Confucius
Chinese philosopher shown in this statue, has travelled down to us over thousands of years. Considerable time travel adventure.

Sometime before his death in 632AD, the Prophet Mohammed also turned his hand to a bit of travel blogging:

The Prophet Muhammed's teachings have been excellent time travel adventures.

Now I immediately found this fascinating – Adding immensely to the credible benefits of travel. But then,

Consulting experts on the work of The Prophet, I discovered he never said any such thing. It’s a complete fabrication not appearing until around 1991. So, another lesson to the traveller – Travel and tourism is generally good for local economies, naturally then there is motivation for vested interests to ‘Gild the Lilly’, exaggerate, even down right lie about the great benefits of visiting their fair cities.

East and West Shall Never Meet.

So said Rudyard Kipling in 1889, though actually he is suggesting that neither geography, race, nor class, actually divide men when they meet face to face.

Is this actually true? In the contemporary world it’s easy to believe that the ‘East’ and the ‘West’ are separated, if no longer by travel and time, but by such issues as politics, culture, religion, and thickness of wallet. But was this always true?

Confucius seems to echo Seneca. Could ancient Eastern and Western Philosophers have known of each other, way back before 500BC? The answer is a BIG Yes.

We in our contemporary ‘sophistication’, simply assume the Ancient World was parochial – separate kingdoms swimming in their own remote fishbowls. But,

Time travel along ancient routes.

The Persian Empire had constructed a road network connecting the Middle East with Southern Europe and the Mediterranean well before 500 BC.

And all this time I thought Alexander the Great was a trail blazer riding his horse from Macedonian to Persia – Seems he simply followed the Michelin Guidebook.

The subjects of the Ancient World were great travellers as is evident from the ‘Silk Road’ map of 300BC to 100BC. Logical inference that the Ancient World was also considerably multilingual?

Well, I’m not sure trading Roman olive oil for Chinese porcelain, would have been extremely easy using hand gestures alone.

Curiously – 300 BC, who is an internationally connected trading port? SINGAPORE

So yes, it’s more than probable that Ancient Greek and Roman Philosophy, Chinese and Persian wisdom, and knowledge: Travelled in Camel Trains and Chinese Junks, alongside other assorted trade goods. Then of course the knowledge sharing interaction between travellers in the numerous inns, hotels, brothels, cafes, and shops that no doubt bounded these routes – Travelers are thirsty, hungry, and open for a great ripping yarn.

History of Travel: The Modern World

The Grand Tour, primarily associated with the British Nobility, was the 17th to early 19th Century custom of a traditional trip through Europe, with Italy as a key destination, undertaken by upper class young European men of sufficient wealth.

A time meant to broaden the young mind whilst pondering the antiquity of Europe and the former might and glory of the long-lost Roman Empire.

Did anything meaningful spring from two centuries of aristocratic grand touring?

My Hat is Definitely more Gorgeous than yours’!

I suspect a motley group of self-indulgent young men, not burdened with working for a living, achieved precisely what you would expect – Diddly Squat!

I admit my bias, since during the same period my Irish ancestors were trying to survive off small gardens of rotten potato. But at least these Dandies proved Seneca and Confucius correct in their dark warnings about the possible outcome of travel – You can’t travel away from yourself.

The end of Time Travel.

To conclude this Time Travel I’ve chosen one of my favourite authors Mark Twain (1835 -1910). Twain was a great traveller, liberal minded for his time – Worthy of being more widely read 110 years after his death.

Mark Twain arrived in Australia in 1895, having followed Robert Louis Stevenson’s directions: “Sail West and take the first turn left. (Which is precisely what Captain Cook did when leaving New Zealand in 1769, although that left turn was promptly followed by running smack into Australia and wrecking the King’s boat.) Mark Twain was travelling big time: 13-month lecture tour taking him from America to Canada, New Zealand, Australia, India and finally England.

Twain wrote about my Country, one quote, which I guess only an Aussie could love, appreciate, and see as a positive acclamation:

Australian history does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies.”

Mark Twain

Did you really think my Post was anything but lies?

I had a head full of ideas on how I would conclude my ponderings on Travel, my learnings or lack off, but

I’d rather leave you with Mark Twain and Francis Scott Fitzgerald:

So, we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

F Scott Fitzgerald (Nick Carraway, narrator the Great Gatsby)

Good luck with your own time travel adventures.

Living Dangerously – Lies and Death in Indonesia

'The Year of Living Dangerously', a movie poster. in 1965 Indonesia collapsed into a year of slaughter and murder after a failed political coup.

Living dangerously.

Ever had a Year of Living Dangerously? Did you enjoy it? Did it make you feel alive?

I have. It was great! Adrenalin is addictive. Sometimes you get close to Yoda’s advice,Feel the Force Luke‘ or Scared, you will be. But it impacts and hurts others, and it damages yourself.

Disappearing time.

The 1978 Christopher Koch novel, ‘The Year of Living Dangerously’, tells the tale of Indonesia’s 1965 descent into hell! The threat of communism became the fuel, which fired the dominant Indonesian families to fight for power, at any cost. It ended in a successful military coup, that still reverberates today. Alleged communists paid with their lives, it is estimated that 1 million were slaughtered!

I have travelled Indonesia extensively. It is almost impossible to have anyone speak of this period. Though, that may well be down to my notional attempt at speaking Bahasa Indonesian! It is known as the ‘Disappearing Time’, which perhaps explains precisely what occurred.

In pondering these events, I suspect that all is not as it seems. Did the victors slaughter their opponents in order to save Indonesia from totalitarian communism? Or was it all a ‘Big Lie‘, driven by an urge for self-seeking power and control? I’m sensing Deja Vu here.

Indonesia intrigue.

I am intrigued where Indonesia’s future lies. The Planet’s largest Muslim Nation. 275 million people can’t easily be ignored. How will their future process the events of 1965? Who, if anyone, will Indonesia choose to align itself with?

The 1982 Aussie film, of the same name, stars Sigourney Weaver and Mel Gibson. It is essentially a love story at many levels. Sigourney is excellent. Mel is, well Mel: Handsome and charming at his best. Mel was not always the bloated, loudmouth fool we have come to know. The 1980’s was a classic period of brilliant Australian Cinema, ‘Living Dangerously‘ is comfortable in that group.

Shadow and Light.

The movie expands on the theme, all is not what it seems, through the theme of traditional Indonesian puppetry. Ok, this bit’s ‘very arty’ yes, but it works cleverly, capturing, mood, shadows, danger and uncertainty. Indonesian puppetry, or correctlyWayang Kulit‘, portrays human life through shadow and light, metaphors of evil versus good, the known, and the half seen. Given the dark forces at play during this period, the movie brilliantly uses this traditional art to echo the drama, love and violence. Shadow and light touches on Indonesian spiritualism, a subject I have previously written about, can be seen by clicking this link.

A photo of Indonesian shadow puppetry. This form of art has a tradition of criticizing Indonesian governments. The Year of Living Dangerously has been silently criticized through this art form.

So, the book and the movie are firstly informative and then entertaining. Best to read the book, then watch the movie. What’s to loose? : A romping good story if nothing else. Critical history not commonly known. An Indonesian National Mythology was created in 1965: And sustained the Coup, until it finally collapsed in 1998. I am also intrigued by, ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’ of National Myth Making. And, no I’m not obsessed by Italian Spaghetti Westerns!

Ok, readable copies of the book can be obtained on ABE Books, an online international seller of preloved editions. Cost start at $3.00 US dollars. If you are into books, even if you are not obsessed like me, you should make ABE a friend.

Till next time. National Myth Making? Now there is an intriguing subject to ponder.

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