ShanT in Dharmsala
| site
map | ShanT 20's | Zen | India | Nepal |
OSHO
- Stories | Jokes | The Inner Warrior
Project night club | Frequencies
of Brilliance |Tibetan
Pulsing Healing | OSHO
- Ashram | OSHO
- Bhagwan | My
Art | The Book of Mirdad | Self realization
test | Sona Singh's Tarot | My photography | Gems and my altar
| |
|
|
|
|
Just finished the Tibetan Pulsing Healing Training. We went for a
trip to Ellora - Arjanta caves. One of the exercises we learned was
keeping a coin on your fore head. As long as you don't think about
going to the toilet or sex, it stays there, no matter how hard you
shake your head. Here I am sitting in a cave, where a little Indian
boy wanted on the picture with me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Around the caves of Ellora and Arjanta.. Me and Sushma.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sushma and Buddha in one of the caves.
|
|
|
|
|
| Sushma. |
|
|
|
 ShanT
|
 ShanT
|
|
|
|
 ShanT. The atmosphere in this cave was so strong, it brought me back in time.
|
|
|
|
|
On the train to Dharmsala ( Dharamsala ). We had a stop for 4 hours in the middle
of the day, in the middle of a desert! Wow.
|
|
|
|
|
This didn't make Sushma Happy. |
|
|
|
|
1993 Dharmsala. The view out of my room. I stayed in the monastery.
Sushma and me split up. I needed my space, to be with the Dalai
Lama, and his people. I wanted all my time to take it in...
|
|
|
|
|
I stayed, studying the Tibetan Pulsing Healing books. This was the
place I met this Philippine healer. He came in asking for some
cigarettes. He looked like a Tibetan, so I didn't think anything.
They didn't sell cigarettes there, so I called him and offered him
one. He saw my book with the lay out of the body with the pressure
points, and asked what I was doing. When I told him, he said to me
he was a Philippine Healer. He sat in front of me and started to move
a bit strange. I felt the energy run up my spine, straightening me up. He offered me a session at the hotel, and I accepted. He talked about the reason he was here, studying the Tibetan way of healing. He didn't think much about it. For him it took too long. He offered me, that if I would go to the Philippines, he would teach me everything. I never went, until now...
|
|
|
|
|
In McLeod
Ganj, the
little town above Dharmsala, I would sit every day in this little
restaurant, next to the springs. Buddhist monks would take a bath
here every morning. The water was freezing! Right of the slopes of
the Himalayans just below the 2500 meters above the sea!
|
|
|
|
|
I'm making chai, the right way.
|
|
|
|
|
Kailash, the owner of the shop. I am reading his iris. |
|
|
|
|
Kailash his father was a journalist - writer for the Indian Times.
He made this picture.
|
|
|
|
|
It's
so beautiful. I organized a group of westerners to do Tibetan
Pulsing Healing on the roof of the main building of my monastery. We
were laying in a circle, 'pumping', and I could swear I saw the
Buddhist deities watch us from on top of the clouds, and approve...
|
|
|
|
|
The monks from the monastery, in which I was staying, belonged to a lineage
where the monks can marry, drink booze, and smoke a joint! Even long
hair is allowed. You got to be initialized to be allowed to do this,
though. Probably this means doing the dishes for the rest of your
life...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I went around showing
the flag with the points, to Tibetan Lama's, hoping they would recognize
it. Alas, they didn't. But when I told Dheeraj what I did, he was
pleased...
|
|
|
|
|
The monastery was just below the Tibetan School of Arts. I woke up
with traditional singing every morning.. Here a festival takes place
for the Dalai Lama.
|
|
|
|
|
Just before a track.
|
|
|
|
|
During the walk.
|
|
|
|
|
Monks.
Yeuuuhh!
|
|
|
|
|
I did eye-readings on this spot, looking for a Tulku. I sat together
with a Swami, a Baba. His name was Fuji Baba. He was so funny. After
him reading hands, and collecting some baksheesh, he would go out
and buy some booze. He would be in my hotel, a bit pissed, totally
joyful about a new mala he just bought. It was a necklace with 20
big (huge) beats on them. I would tell him a mala needed 108 beats.
But he laughed, and held the necklace to his ear like a phone,
saying; 'Hello... hello...', with a big smile on his face. I miss
him. He gave me his stick (on the picture), and I lost it on London's Airport...
|
|
|
|
|
I was sitting next
to him, reading people's eyes, when a small group of monks came. 3
Older men and a young, maybe 15 years old monk. I thought this was a
Tulku with his teachers, so I went straight to them, asking if I
could read their eyes, specially of the young monk. An enlightened
being is supposed to have a 'golden iris', with no markings in them.
But this monk had only one mark, in the colon, if I remember
correctly. The older monks, thinking I was an eye doctor, sitting there with my magnifying glass, wanted to have their eyes checked too. One of them persisted to make an appointment with me at a monastery nearby. He had cataract, and as not being a doctor, I went that day to a Tibetan doctor and explained the situation. He gave me some precious pills to give to him. (precious pills are little balls of herbs with grinded precious stones like pearl or turquoise in them, wrapped in silk, with a seal, often blessed by the Dalai Lama) Next thing I did was ordering him an eye-patch with the local tailor, thinking that if he would give his eye some rest, it wouldn't hurt. In the back of my head I thought he might have the same experience as I did, when we had to wear eye-patches during Tibetan Pulsing Healing training. It was horrendous. Most people went very emotional with this patch. And then at the appointment, I gave him a Tibetan Pulsing Healing session on his eyes. He was the head of a nun monastery and had his private room. He fell asleep during this session, and I had time to look around a bit. He had a picture hanging above his bed, with Shakti- Shiva, only on this picture, you could count her pubic hair... As he woke up, he said; 'Good meditation, good meditation!' I told him how to use the eye-patch and take those pills, and left him happy. |
|
|
|
Dilgo Kyentse
Rinpoche Tulku
With Tischa
