This summer I spent a week in Tibet as an organized tourist. There were 5 of us and we were supported by a Tibetan agency for the organization of the trip. But I don’t want to talk to you extensively about this holiday, but about indirect things linked to it.
While we were going there, one of the friends who followed me had with her the book entitled “The Third Eye”, written by a Tibetan lama who lives abroad in 1958. After we returned, I read it and it left a great mark on me. But ever since I got back I feel like I’m surrounded by Tibet and things that concern it. Two days ago, I took a walk in an area of the city where I have never been and as it happens I find myself in front of the Tibet shop. On television there are very frequent programs lately that talk about the “roof of the world”, or about the Dalai Lama. And there are also films, such as “The Last Emperor”, which I saw less than a month ago.
It seems that my life is beginning to have some connection with that fascinating country where I suffered a lot in the first days from lack of oxygen. Every day two or three aspirins to improve blood circulation. But even then, visiting the monasteries, I felt something in the air, in my soul; the spirituality also widespread among ordinary people, in restaurants, on the mountain passes. The nice thing is that I am a non-believer and have never believed in the existence of a higher entity. Nevertheless, in supernatural things, yes. With 15 years I got to know Yoga and soon after I came into possession of some esoteric books that talked about the techniques used by Hindus and Buddhists. Therefore it is not a new topic for me, but it is an awakening of old acquaintances.
The book is not only interesting because it talks about something little known as Tibetan life and culture, but it is also very well written and with the suggestive style draws the reader in and makes him feel some sensations that are difficult to transmit from literature. And it is written by a lama, a person who has in-depth knowledge of history and current events; however, keep in mind that the book was written more than half a century ago. One of the curiosities, I would call it so, that I have learned that Tibetans consider Buddhism, pure Buddhism, a sad discipline; in fact it is not a religion, here it relies on Hinduism of which it is an integral part. Their Buddhism is quite different and much more practical and, to distinguish it from that present in other Asian countries, they call it lamaism.
There are a lot of very interesting chapters; from the physical opening of the third eye that allows the person to see the aura of others, to activities that could be considered sporting, such as flying with a kite, a big one. There is a trip by a group of monks in the depths of the Himalayas where they meet the Yetis, mysterious men of snow, covered with white fur. Many descriptions that explain the organization of Tibetan society allow you to acquire important knowledge on this topic. I recommend the book to everyone and I have discovered that there are also other books by the same author, Lobsang Rampa, which I will read, I hope, with much pleasure.
To be honest, a few years after reading the book, I found out that the writer is indeed a British citizen who is fond of Tibet. However, I repeat the advice to read the book, even if it was not created by an original lama.
At the end I would like to note that my blog is continuing, slowly, but with a sure and even pace. It turned seven years old in February and with this text there are 15 articles: 2 per year. I can do more and even better, but knowing myself well, and for a long time already, I am not dissatisfied. There aren’t many things that keep my enthusiasm for so long. Often after a few months I get bored and abandon the work I have begun. Psychologically I was helped by this dark period caused by that microscopic, nano-sized thing. Free time, for various reasons, has increased and must be consumed. Writing here is a way to deal with this phenomenon of the abundance of that thing that is normally always missing.