Before I was ever given a title or formally recognised, I was already walking the path of a Balian — a traditional Balinese healer.
It wasn’t something I became. It was something I already was.
This calling expressed itself through my natural ability to sense, feel, and see what lies beneath the surface — the stories held in the body, the energy of unresolved trauma, and the visions waiting to be seen and named.
When I work with someone — through bodywork, spiritual guidance, or presence — I often receive visions: clear impressions of the past, unspoken pain, or moments that have left an imprint on the soul.
These visions are not imagined. They are validated, confirmed — and felt by those who receive them.
My work is not about fixing or diagnosing — it’s about becoming a vessel. A hollow reed for divine insight, transformation, and remembrance.
“Each healing is a prayer in motion —
a moment where I become a vessel for divine guidance.”
I honour this path with humility and reverence.
And while my ordination as a Jero Mangku came later, the medicine was always within me.
Being a Balian is not something I learned.
It is something I answered.