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The Temple That Recognised My Spirit Before I Even Entered

Today I walked into Pura Desa Adat Batuan, one of Bali’s ancient village temples built in 944 AD, and I could feel the energy shift before my feet even touched the first step.

As I approached the split gateway — the traditional Balinese Candi Bentar — it felt like I was walking through two worlds at once. The statues wrapped in sacred cloth, the umbrellas symbolising protection, the stone guardians weathered by centuries of prayer… everything around me felt alive, watching, ancient.

The moment I stepped inside, I felt a pull on my soul.
Not a physical pull — a spiritual recognition.

The temple didn’t feel foreign to me. It felt familiar, like a place I’d visited in another lifetime or another form. The carvings, the symbols, the offerings laid out with devotion… each detail carried a frequency that spoke to my own inner lineage.

I stood there dressed in traditional sarong and head wrap, and for a moment I felt like I wasn’t just a visitor.
I felt like I belonged.

The air was thick with incense, the sound of distant chanting, and the vibration of a thousand prayers layered over a thousand years. It was peaceful, but powerful — the kind of peace that shakes you awake inside.

As I walked through the courtyard, touching the stone and absorbing the energy, I felt a deep gratitude rise in me. Gratitude for the ancestors who built this. Gratitude for my own ancestors who guided me here. Gratitude for the alignment that allows my spirit to recognise sacred spaces wherever I go in the world.

This wasn’t sightseeing.
This was soul remembering.

Bali continues to unlock parts of me I didn’t even realise were waiting to be seen.

And today… this temple whispered to me:
“Your spirit has walked here before.”