Started off the morning with my own sort of purification: massage, Balinese style. Start with a flower foot bath, lay out on table to receive scented oil massage (the gentle type), then soak whole self in a flower bath (basically warm tub with flowers strewn all over), body scrub with crushed almonds, then delivered back to hotel on the back of a scooter. Price: $55. Dressed in my sarong, sash and long-sleeved shirt, Made thankfully straightened me out and we headed for his family compound. Then walked to smaller Temple for purification. The priest (dressed entirely in white) prepared the holy water, rice and reviewed the offerings, then we all crowded around him for the ceremony. We cupped our right hands, placed on left hand, while holy water was shaken over our heads using a grass cluster. Then water poured into hands 3 times for drinking, one time for rubbing over head (to cleanse mind) and one time over face (to clear unhappiness from visage). Then we reached for some rice and had to place a bit on our 3rd eye, on each temple and eat some. Went over to an open area, knelt down, and said 5 prayers. First, wave hand over incense and pray with empty soul. Second, take a flower petal, wave in incense, hold it between hands with palms together up above our heads and pray for the sun to hear our prayers. 3rd, flower in incense and prayer requests for self, 4th, same but requests for family and community, and finally, pray with empty soul once again. So cool (sorry for the anachronistic word there). Then off to the big family Temple for more formal ceremony. Helped to carry offerings to their area (yes, on my head even!). Probaby a dozen large platters made from woven leaves filled with flowers, fruit, dead ducks (not so many of these), incense, etc. Started raining, but we all sat together when the priest began the ceremony and there was chanting and prayer and then the priest walked around and we did the same ritual with the water and rice and prayers. Headed back to hotel with much gratitude and wonder at human belief systems (although funny to see that several members of the family were checking texts on their cellphones while waiting for the priest and even while other members were being attended to. Like I said, people are so much the same all over). After a quick dinner, I walked all over Ubud streets to find the Temple where they were performing the Kecak Fire and Trance dance, which is evidently a quicker version for tourists of some famous ceremonial dances. Beautiful Balinese dancers, masked villains and singing tribesmen. Confess I could hardly stay awake!