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Rinpoche returns, like Batman but happy


I woke up this morning to half eaten dreams and a quickly fading memory.  Pulling it back, the remnants drifted away like some sort of wisped cheese string, coming apart and spiraling out of my hands into the unknown.  All I could see was the small shop I had been in and the Asian man with glasses trying to show me something from the glass case.  I got out of bed and waited, energetic receptors as wide as I could make them, until a nudge to sit and journal arrived.  

Half a page in, the script turned to Tibetan, notes and concepts moving too fast for my hand.  “Okay” he said, sitting back on his pillow throne, suddenly projecting out and above my third eye.  “Okay…?” I replied, knowing this was the only answer Teacher accepted.  Pointing to a hidden book, I pulled down his recommended Lobsang Dolma Khangkar’s Lectures on Tibetan Medicine and found myself in a lesson about massage, not of the body but of the blood and vital energies.  One for giving the body energy stolen by weakness.  Three for headaches, two for stomachs, two for heart problems.  One for hiccups, applied so delicately nearby the juncture spot so as to not disturb the life energy channel that flows between the two little bones.  Slowly the notes I had scribbled down made more sense.  Suddenly I could understand his Tibetan again.  
“Okay” he said, and he moved away, a soft flick of the wrist that propelled him from me.  Next, came the modifications to my own energy body, removing unneeded braces and worn out pieces and replaced with new doodads and cleaned up spaces.  Gratitude overwhelmed me and thought left me, very presentness invading my whole living space.  “Okay” I replied, and off it all went, just as suddenly as it arrived.  
I share this because far too often people, people have experiences and trails of thoughts they dismiss as imagination.  It’s not just imagination, it’s Creation poking at you, trying to tell if you are ready for more.  And I share this because also far too often people think “I have these experiences and I think I’m going crazy” and sometimes they do, they go a little to all the way crazy.  But it’s unnecessary, you can be You and you can be You Expanded simultaneously, you were made to hone and hold both.  This was something nurtured in people, back when people used to sit by fires, back when they knew fire were spirit/s talking to them. 

 I spent 30 years working my way through this misty clouded zone, trying to piece together bits given by elders and healers and I know, looking back, there are verified shortcuts.  You don’t need to go it alone, and you don’t need to take as long as I did. 


This time of homebound retreats is rare.  Go a little crazy, go a little more.  Widen your receptors and see what arrives.  The only thing that can harm you, the very only thing that causes harm in this world is your own mindset, and the stories and beliefs you let it tell You.  Take this shortcut and observe what you try to tell yourself, and then take this other shortcut and let it fall away.  There’s You, and then there’s You Expanded.  This is all that there is.

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