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Visit to Dalai Lama
Can anybody shed some enlightenment on how to get to his temple. As i'm planing a find myself trip to see him and I dont know where to start.
Love is the message
Tom x
sounds_strawberry@yahoo.co.uk
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Love is the message
Tom x
sounds_strawberry@yahoo.co.uk
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In 1999, while we were nursing my late wife in her last months, my son Jack (9 yo at the time) and I would comfort ourselves by snuggling up and watching his favourite film, Kundun. Don't ask me why he loves it so much: he is a normal, skateboarding, stroppy adolescent but there you are!
After Chris died, we got quite a big cheque from the insurance company. I asked Jack if he would like a holiday. He answered: "I'd like to see the Himalayas and meet the Dalai Lama." Being a well-trained, obedient oarent, I began to investigate how I could go about doing it. We had been to India before but this seemed like a completely different thing.
In the end, I wrote to HHDL's secretary in Dharamshala, telling him the story. I posted the letter and forgot about it because I really didn't expect anything much to come of it. Much to my surprise, some time later, I received an email from one of His Holiness's secretary offering us a private audience of 15 minutes in April 2001.
And that is all I know. We had our audience. 45 minutes instead of 15. HH gave us gifts and was wonderful. Our whole trip was extraordinary and full of strange incidents and friendly meetings. But I am still at a loss as to why such a busy man was prepared to make so much space for us: we are nothing out of the ordinary. Although, speaking to other, more important people than us who have met him, he likes meeting 'ordinary' people.
Not really being a follower of the Dali Lama - I still find things like this wonderful. Obviously, the man has a lot on his plate. To take the time to meet with, like you said, a stranger is really really cool. I'm sure he has tons to take into consideration with various monestaries, abbeys, meetings, appearances, etc.
Very, very wonderful. Kicks him up a couple of notches in my book. (no offense intended)
-bf
What has happened in much more subtle. It is a shift in perception which, bit by bit, has risen like the winter sun.
Do you do jigsaws? I do, occasionally. And, when I do, I like to do a complicated one, with lots of pieces. I have one puzzle which was real mind-boggler. The picture on the lid was of a photographer at a wedding. The puzzle itself represented the photographer's point of view, that is what is 'behind' me when I look at the lid. Part of the joy of that puzzle is the mixture of logic (there are clues), blind luck and the new picture, not even on the box lid, something 'new', arising slowly.
I have twice seen sand mandalas. The first time (another strange story) the mandala was still being made. You can see something of the process in Kundun but, live, where there is all the world around and all the senses engaged (the sand has a strange smell) the experience is like a 'spiritual' version of doing a jigsaw. If so secular and mundane a comparison seems inapt, I use it because it comes close to what I am beginning to understand.
Love is the Message
Tomx
(I was secretly curious about the picture you posted. I was thinking, "How in the world did he get his picture taken with HHDL? Now I know.)
I was going to say.... "PHOTOSHOP!" - because that's what I've done with all those pictures of Pamela Anderson and I together.
-bf
Damn you BF! I thought they were real! I even asked Tom Cruise last night, "Am I gullible or what?!"
Tom Cruise?
Hmmm... when I was peaking through your window last night, I could have sworn that was Ernest Borgnine...
-bf
P.S. By the way, move that that picture of Elvis in velvet next to the master bathroom - it's distracting me....
Oh come on...if you are going to fantasize, at least pick someone with a little class!
Hon... you don't hang out with Pamela because she's got class or for intellectual conversation...
-bf
"What's the difference between style and Class?"
She replied,
Style is wearing a fur coat as if it were a rain mac: Class is wearing a rain mac as if it were a fur coat."
What a gal - ! She's my idol!
Cary Grant = Style
Frank Sinatra = Class....
get my drift....?
That's all - no more, no less.
-bf
Obviously, some of us (frederica) need a little more "help" getting on the Clue Bus... I knew you were with me though. Sharp as a tack!
-bf
After careful consideration and evaluation - and incorporating the teachings of "passing the buck", I believe it was all Frederica's and Elohim's fault.
-bf
Well, I think I am going to have to say "It is Buddhafoot's fault". What do you think of as soon as you see Pamela Anderson?? BOOBS!
SithePi, I apologise to both you and your son about the degeneration of this thread... suffice to say - we've found 'the level'....!!
Just look how defilements are everywhere! LOL
Aaah... another wise Soul who lives his signature....!
league division One:
Buddha: 5 - Rest of the world: a big fat zero!!
heh heh... that's was a good one, frederica.
-bf
And Simon, I also apologize to you and your son, and the original poster of this thread for the path this has taken! Tell your son we are not all that bad here in the US! In fact, I don't waste any money on big tits!
Anything you don't want, pass it over here... I used to own a Playtex 'living' bra but it died of starvation.....
ME TOO!!!
fed - that's the funniest thing I have read in a long time!
It says nothing about typing........but I would have said it too, and I stand whole heartedly behind my statement and my signature.