Home a week now and I've finally sat down to write this properly instead of in fragments on my phone. Six days in Ubud, a small group — nine of us plus two facilitators — at a place up past Tegallalang with open sides and a lot of rain. I want to log the third night specifically, because it's the one I keep returning to, and I'd rather describe it carefully than let it become a story in my head.
Setup for anyone picturing it: we sat on woven mats in a half-circle, low violet light, one facilitator kept a couple of sound bowls going very softly and there was incense that I mostly stopped noticing after the first minute. Rain on the roof the whole time, which honestly did more for me than the bowls did. Herbal tea before and after, no substances, nothing dramatic — just a quiet room and people being sincere.
We came into the Janus Mudra at the solar plexus, upper hand palm down, lower hand palm up, holding the field between them. Nothing new there. But on the third night, maybe twenty minutes in, the warmth between my palms felt less like heat and more like weight — as if the lower hand were resting on something with a little give to it. I want to be careful: it could easily have been my arms tiring and my attention filling the gap. But I noticed the tilt in the lower hand the steward's guide talks about, and I noticed it before I named it, which is the part I trust.
I didn't feel "contact" and I'm not claiming any. What I felt was a very ordinary body in a very quiet room, plus one sensation I couldn't fully account for. That's all. Happy to answer logistics questions — a few people have DM'd me about the venue.