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    Next meeting I had with Swami Shantam Dheeraj, was with a friend. She came to India to track down the history of an artifact she had bought on the Amsterdam flee market. It had the size of a brick, but was hollow, made of a metal, and had a picture of Garuda (An ancient Indian mythological bird that hatches full-grown from the egg and thus symbolizes the awakened state of mind.)  on one side.

    On the other side a man's torso, with a snake underbody on the other. On the sides there was a writing, in Tibetan, as we later discovered, and on the top and bottom, the 8 Trigrams of the I Ching. Something was inside the artifact, and when shaken, it was moving. She used it when healing people.
    She was looking for someone who knew something about Buddhism, in the Poona OSHO Ashram. I told her of my experience with Dheeraj, and took her to the hotel (Sunderban) he was staying at, at that time. We came to his room, and knocked. Dheeraj opened. For me, looking at the whole situation from aside, it looked they came both from the same space. The same marked faces, the same energy/ atmosphere. She showed the pictures to him (She didn't have the original artifact with her, afraid she couldn't take it back out of India). he asked her to wait, went inside and came back with the picture of his teacher ((Dilgo Kyentse ( Khyentse ) Rinpoche, also the teacher of the Dalai Lama. He didn't tell us his name)). The features of the man on this picture, and the figure on the 'stone' had a amazing resemblance. Dheeraj told us, that if we wanted to know more about the stone, we had to go to Kathmandu. Then he turned to me, and told me to keep my hands in a certain way, in a hand mudra, and that, when in Kathmandu, I should meditate with this handmudra, and he (Dilgo Kyentse ( Khyentse ) Rinpoche) would find us....
Swami Shantam Dheeraj

 

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    Next day we left for Kathmandu. My friend and her 11 year old sun. The train stopped in Varanasi, the holy city of India (some beautiful pictures here; http://tsunami.mg-soft.com/holycow.html  ) . We decided to get out and stay for some days. It was the strangest place I have ever been in my life. It was as if I had landed on a different planet. The Ghats, with the praying Sadhu's, the temples and the people, it seemed not real, not from this time. The atmosphere was influenced by the ancient history and buildings, the religious extremities, but moreover by the allover use of drugs, like Bang, something like Marihuana, with some additives, chewing tobacco leaves, with some times a little opium inside, and the kind. I got 'stoned' just by walking around.
    We did our tour around, visiting temples, and boating on the Ganges. One of the Temples was the 'Monkey Temple', an old 'Kali' temple in which, as I was being told, the last human sacrifice was made some 60 years ago. It seemed the dried blood was still on the stones. Before we went in, we had to take off our shoes, and take a bamboo stick with us, to keep the monkeys away from us. Surprised as we were, we soon found out why. These monkeys were baboons, with mouths like dogs, four grabbing hands, and an attitude like a dog with rabies! I had to actually keep them off with a ferocious look and the threat of whipping their ass, if they would come any closer. Just as I thought they would back off, one of them would appear behind us, as he climbed on the outside of the temple wall to pass us. The whole scenario was overwhelming, and I couldn't help to think about 'the temple of doom'. 


Sadhu, a Sadhu and me at the 'Monkey Temple'.

    Later that day, we decided to take a boat trip on the Ganges. This was great! The sight on all those temples and castles, the Ghats (Stairs going to the water) and the people praying and bathing, was immense. We floated along, being happy there were no half burned corpses in the vicinity. My friend was taking pictures of the sight, but were warned not to take any of the 'Monkey Temple'. As my friend didn't take this as such, she tried to make pictures anyway. The strangest thing happened! Every time she would point her camera towards the temple, it would refuse to take a picture! She tried several times, but it didn't work! We were troubled, to say the least. Then I saw this thing in the water. It was as if the monster of Loch Ness was swimming around, and I had just seen its neck or body, just curving back under. It was big, no fins or anything. Imagination taking a roll with me, or what was this? When a second time it appeared, the guy on the boat told me it was a dolphin. A big fish in the Ganges... I didn't see no fin on its back, and it was black. We left the boat, happy to be back. 

    We decided to leave as soon as we could. The city seemed to have a magnetic pull, but felt threatening. We had to leave as soon as possible! It seemed we were glued into the atmosphere. It was hard to move or get anything done, and it took a lot of persistence to get our train tickets arranged and our backpacks packed. We left for Lucknow, the last stop before taking the bus into Nepal.
    The bus trip was an adventure in itself. Inside the bus it was hot. Very hot. The lowlands around Lucknow were desert like, and the Young Sadhu had a terrible time. I wanted to sit on top of the bus, but wasn't allowed. This didn't stop me, as I climbed out of the window on top of the bus, as soon as we started driving. It was a tourist bus, where no locals were allowed. Still some of them managed to get on top of the bus, climbing the ladder on the back. I laid down between the backpacks, enjoying the view, and keeping an eye on our luggage. At one point a local managed to climb on top of the bus. He settled on the opposite side, eating some cherries. This didn't become him well. I saw him getting sick in minutes, and at the point he started to look like throwing up, he held it in for a moment, throwing himself to the side, to let the cherry vomit go. Just at this point I realized Sadhu was sitting at the back, window side, with the window wide open. I moved towards the guy, to move him to the back, but I came too late. A scream emerged from the bus, as the cherry-vomit splashed in Sadhu's face. The kid had it all straight smack in the middle of his face and chest. He was a mess!!

    And when we passed the border of Nepal, all the Mongolian faces of the Nepali and Tibetan people made me feelt as if I came home.

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    The sight was breathtaking as we entered the Himalayan's. On one side the mountain, and on the other side this deep valley with the rice fields, the rivers and the buffalo's; small people working on the fields, and the Himalayan's on the background. It felt like I was on a safari, in a movie. 

    Then we arrived in Kathmandu. What a beautiful place. We took a small hotel room, and wondered around. Now we had to find the man we were looking for. We had nothing but the hand mudra and the picture of him, one we copied from Dheeraj's picture. So from there on I started meditating with this hand mudra. It went on for about 5 days, when I suddenly saw a red phone during my meditation. I told my friend immediately. Something was about to happen. 
   


Bodhanat, Kathmandu

    We walked around the city everyday, walking in and out of shops, when I found this picture, between all the holy people, in a tray in a shop. It was him! I bought it, and asked the owner who this was. he didn't know. We walked out, trying to decide what to do next. We still didn't know if he was a Buddhist, or what lineage he was from. I decided to ask a few monks who were doing their shopping on a square, next to the shop. We showed the picture, and sure, they knew him. He was living in a monastery next to the big stupa outside of Katmandu, Bodhgaya.

   That day there was a shortage of gasoline. It was hard to get a taxi, but we got one. My friend wanted to leave straight away, and so we did. It was exiting. Now we would find this man, who had such a magical place in this story. It was a long trip, but finally we got there. The stupa was big and exotic. Many people, mostly Tibettans, walked around, praying, doing their things... My friend took the picture and asked an old man, with a lot of necklaces with big beats around his neck, whether he knew the man on the picture. I remember this like yesterday. My friend had bought a necklace just like one of his, a few days before. She looked different, almost like that time I saw her with Dheeraj; ancient. He took the picture pressing it to his forehead. And showing almost the same respect to her! He told us we had to go behind the stupa, outside the walls. There was a monastery, where we would find him. So we went.

Benchen Phuntsok Dargyeling Monastery in 1989

Shechen Monastery, Nepal in 1989

 Benchen Phuntsok Dargyeling Monastery in 1989

Shechen Monastery, Nepal in 1989

   We went inside, not knowing what to expect. Some monks were walking around, but it was quiet. We asked one of the monks where we could find the man on the picture, and he said we had to go through a door on the back. As we walked in, we were told to sit down in a hall, to wait until he was ready to meet us. A French monk came sitting next to us, asking what we came to do. When he noticed that we were totally unprepared to meet this lama, Dilgo Kyentse ( Khyentse )Rinpoche, he told us we had to have a white shawl with us, which represented the pure self, which we had to fold 7 times, and offer to him. He arranged two of them, one I had to share with Sadhu. He told us Dilgo Kyentse Rinpoche was considered to have the same state of consciousness as Gautama the Buddha, according to Tibetan Buddhism. I was startled. In my meditations I had found Buddha in several occasions, sometimes whishing I would have been alive, still there 2500 years ago. And now I would walk into a mans sleeping room, who was an enlightened being?! I was startled. 
   We came in, and saw a big Tibetan man sitting next to his bed on a big cushion-chair, with next to him a table with a lot of jars with Tibetan medicine. A French monk sat next to him. he was the translator. one after the other we unfolded the white shawl and gave it to Dilgo Kyentse. When it was my turn, he put his hand on my forehead, and pushed me away, almost making me fall on my back. I felt very small, and not ready at all to meet a man like him. I had a strong feeling I wasn't the warrior, inner and outer, that I had to become. This was a big influence in my life. 

  My friend showed the pictures she had with her, from the artifact. Also some other pictures from a jade cup, which was ones supposedly owned by the Dalai Lama. He was interested, and made very low noises. They had a small conversation, and we left. It was all a very impressive experience. One I am not light to forget. 

   After these experiences, I told my friend, I could see she was an incarnation of a lama. Only 14 years later, she told me her visions, and that it was true... Her ashes were in the stone, and she had been this monk. Her feelings about this time were of devotion to healing and a strong feeling of sorrow; she wanted to have had an ordinary life, one she has now..... only she heals people now. From cancer...

   I am glad to know her, share this story, and be her friend. i am honored.

The Yeti?

After this meeting, we left for Pokhara, a small village to the west of Kathmandu. It lays next to a huge lake. I decided to put my mattress on the roof of the hotel, and it was amazing waking up at the sight of the mountains. Anapurna, 8 kilometers high. The village is quiet, basically a starting point for tracking the Anapurna. We didn't go; Sadhu, my friends sun, didn't want to go. So we stayed, and went boating every day on the lake, and swimming.

One day we decided to do something adventurous; we would go in the evening to the other shore, where we had found something like a cave, not very deep, and enough space in front of it, to put our sleepingbeds down. We had just put our stuff down, when the night fell. And it fell fast. We had barely enough time to get into our beds. We had no torch, and the little path to the boat was steep. Still awake we were enjoying the starry night, when suddenly we heard a breathing. It was a heavy and slow breathing, something big was standing very close to us. We were laying there, stiff of fear. I was calculating the size of the creature, and our options to defend ourselves, or our way of escape. It was for sure too dark, to go running of the steep slope, without making some sort of accident, and the only weapon I had, was a swiss knife. I opened it underneath my as a cushion folded clothes, and waited. We all waited, afraid to breathe. Then it left. We still have no idea what it has been.... The terrible snowman, the Yeti?
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