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CHAPTER FOUR
AT THE TEMPLE GATES
The road led straight ahead to Chakpori Lamasery, the Temple of Tibetan
Medicine. A hard school, this! I walked the miles as the day grew lighter
and at the gate leading to the entrance com- pound I met two others, who
also desired admission. We warily looked each other over, and I think that
none of us was much impressed by what we saw in the others. We decided that
we would have to be sociable if we were going to endure the same
training.
For some time we knocked timidly, and nothing happened. Then one of the
others stooped and picked up a large stone and really did make enough noise
to attract attention. A monk ap- peared, waving a stick which to our
frightened eyes looked as large as a young tree. “What do you young devils
want?” he exclaimed. “Do you think that I have nothing better to do than
answer the door to such as you?” “We want to be monks,” I replied. “You
look more like monkeys to me,” he said. “Wait there and do not move, the
Master of the Acolytes will see you when he is ready.” The door slammed
shut, nearly knocking one of the other boys flat on his back, he having
moved incautiously near. We sat upon the ground, our legs were tired with
standing. People came to the lamasery, and went. The pleasant smell of
food was wafted to us through a small window, tantalizing us with the
thought of satisfying our growing hunger. Food, so near, yet so utterly
unattainable. At
last the door was flung open with violence, and a tall, skinny man appeared
in the opening. “Well!” he roared. “And what do you miserable scamps
want?” We want to be monks,” we said. “Goodness me,” he exclaimed. “What
garbage is coming to the lamasery nowadays!” He beckoned us to enter the
vast walled enclosure which was the perimeter of the lamasery grounds. He
asked us what we were, who we were, even why we were! We gathered, without
difficulty, that he was not at all impressed with us. To one, the son of a
herdsman, he said: “Enter quickly, if you can pass your tests you can
stay.” To the next: “You, boy. What did you say? Son of a butcher? A
cutter-up of flesh? A transgressor of the Laws of Buddha? And you come
here? Be off with you, quickly, or I wil1 have you flogged round the road.”
The poor wretched boy forgot his tiredness in a sudden burst of speed as the
monk lunged at him. Wheeling in a flash he leaped forward, leaving little
scuffs of disturbed dust as his feet touched the ground in his hurry.
Now I was left, alone on my seventh birthday. The gaunt monk turned his
fierce gaze in my direction, almost causing me to shrivel on the spot with
fright. He twitched his stick menacingly “And you? What have we here?
Oho! A young prince who wants to turn religious. We must see what you are
made of first, my fine fellow. See what kind of stuffing you have; this is
not the place for soft and pampered princelings. Take forty paces backwards
and sit in the attitude of contemplation until I tell you otherwise, and do
not move an eyelash!” With that he turned abruptly and went away.
Sadly I picked up my pathetic little bundle, and took the forty steps back.
On my knees I went, then sat cross-legged as commanded. So I sat throughout
the day. Unmoving. The dust blew against me, forming little mounds in the
clips of my upturned hands, piling on my shoulders and lodging in my hair.
As the sun began to fade my hunger increased and my throat was wracked with
the harshness of thirst, for I had had no food or drink since the first
fight of dawn. Passing monks, and there were many, took no heed. Wandering
dogs paused a while to sniff curiously, then they too went away. A gang of
small boys came past. One idly flipped a stone in my direction. It struck
the side of my head and caused the blood to flow. But I did not stir. I
was afraid to. If I failed my endurance test my father would not allow me
to enter what had been my home. There was nowhere for me to go. Nothing
that I could do. I could only remain motionless, aching in every muscle,
stiff in every joint.
The sun hid behind the mountains and the sky became dark. The stars shone
bright against the blackness of the sky. From the lamasery windows
thousands of little butter lamps flickered into flame. A chill wind, the
leaves of the willows hissed and rattled, and about me there were all the
faint sounds which go to make the strange noises of the night.
I
still remained motionless for the strongest of reasons. I was too
frightened to move and I was very stiff Presently came the soft suah-sush
of approaching monks' sandals slithering over the gritty way; the steps of
an old man feeling his way in the darkness. A form loomed up before me, the
form of an old monk bent and gnarled with the passage of austere years. His
hands shook with age, a matter of some concern to me when I saw that he was
spilling the tea he was carrying in one hand. In the other hand he held a
small bowl of tsampa. He passed them to me. At first I made no move to
take them. Divining my thoughts, he said: “Take them, my son, for you can
move during the hours of darkness.” So I drank the tea and transferred the
tsampa to my own bowl. The old monk said, “Now sleep, but at the first rays
of the sun take your stance here in the same position, for this is a test,
and is not the wanton cruelty which you may now consider it to be. Only
those who pass this test can aspire to the higher ranks of our Order.” With
that he gathered up the cup and the bowl and went away. I stood and
stretched my legs, then lay upon my side and finished the tsampa. Now I was
really tired, so scooping a depres- sion in the ground to accommodate my hip
bone, and placing my spare robe beneath my head, I lay down. My
seven years had not been easy years. At all times father had been strict,
frightfully strict, but even so this was my first night away from home and
the whole day had been spent in one position, hungry, thirsty, and
motionless. I had no idea of what the morrow would bring, or what more
would be demanded of me. But now I had to sleep alone beneath the frosty
sky, alone with my terror of the darkness, alone with my terrors of the days
to come. It
seemed that I had hardly closed my eyes before the sound of a trumpet
awakened me. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was the false dawn, with the
first light of the approaching day reflected against the skies behind the
mountains. Hurriedly I sat up and resumed the posture of contemplation.
Gradually the lamasery ahead of me awoke to life. First there had been the
air of a sleeping town, a dead, inert hulk. Next, a gentle sighing, as of a
sleeper awakening. It grew to a murmur and developed to a deep hum, like
the drone of bees on a hot summer's day. Occasionally there was the call of
a trumpet, like the muted chirp of a distant bird, and the deep growl of a
conch, like a bullfrog calling in a marsh. As the light increased, little
groups of shaven heads passed and repassed behind the open windows, windows
which in the earlier pre-dawn light had looked like the empty eye-sockets of
a clean- picked skull.
The day grew older, and I grew stiffer, but I dared not move; I dared not
fall asleep, for if I moved and failed my test, then I had nowhere to go.
Father had made it very clear that if the lamasery did not want me, then nor
did he. Little groups of monks came out of the various buildings, going
about their mysterious businesses. Small boys wandered around, sometimes
kicking a shower of dust and small stones in my direction, or making ribald
remarks. As there was no response from me they soon tired of the abortive
sport and went away in search of more co-operative victims. Gradually, as
the light at eventide began to fail, the little butter- lamps again
flickered into life within the lamasery buildings. Soon the darkness was
relieved merely by the faint star-glow, for this was the time when the moon
rose late. In our saying, the moon was now young and could not travel
fast. I
became sick with apprehension; was I forgotten? Was this another test, one
in which I had to be deprived of all food? Throughout the long day I had not
stirred, and now I was faint with hunger. Suddenly hope flared in me, and I
almost jumped to my feet. There was a shuffling noise and a dark outline
approached. Then I saw that it was a very large black mastiff dragging
something along. He took no notice of me, but went on his nocturnal mission
quite uncaring of my plight. My hopes fell; I could have wept. To prevent
myself being so weak I reminded myself that only girls and women were as
stupid as that. At
last I heard the old man approaching. This time he gazed more benignly upon
me and said: “Food and drink, my son, but the end is not yet. There is
still the morrow, so take care that you do not move, for so very many fail
at the eleventh hour.” With those words he turned and went away. While he
was speaking I had drunk the tea, and again transferred the tsampa to my own
bowl. Again I lay down, certainly no happier than the night before. As I
lay there I wondered at the injustice of it; I did not want to be a monk of
any sect, shape, or size. I had no more choice than a pack animal being
driven over a mountain pass. And so I fell asleep.
The next day, the third day, as I sat in my attitude of contemplation, I
could feel myself becoming weaker, and giddy. The lamasery seemed to swim in
a miasma compounded of buildings, bright coloured Lights, purple patches,
with mountains and monks liberally interspersed. With a determined effort I
managed to shake off this attack of vertigo. It really frightened me to
think that I might fail now, after all the suffering I had had. By now the
stones beneath me seemed to have grown knife edges which chafed me in
inconvenient places. In one of my lighter moments I thought how glad I was
that I was not a hen hatching eggs, and compelled to sit even longer than
I.
The sun seemed to stand still; the day appeared endless, but at long last
the light began to fail, and the evening wind commenced to play with a
feather dropped by a passing bird. Once again the little lights appeared in
the windows, one by one. “Hope I die tonight,” I thought; “can't stick any
more of this.” Just then the tall figure of the Master of the Acolytes
appeared in the distant doorway. “Boy, come here!” he called. Trying to
rise with my stiffened legs, I pitched forward on to my face. “Boy, if you
want a rest you can stay there another night. I shall not wait longer.”
Hastily I grabbed my bundle and tottered towards him. “Enter,” he said, “and
attend evening service, then see me in the morning.” It
was warm inside, and there was the comforting smell of incense. My
hunger-sharpened senses told me there was food quite near, so I followed a
crowd moving to the right. Food— tsampa, buttered tea. I edged my way to
the front row as if I had had a lifetime of practice. Monks made
ineffectual grabs at my pigtail as I scrambled between their legs, but I was
after food
and nothing was going to stop me now.
Feeling a Little better with some food inside me, I followed the crowd to
the inner temple and the evening service. I was too tired to know anything
about it, but no one took any notice of me. As the monks filed out I
slipped behind a giant pillar, and stretched out on the stone floor, with my
bundle beneath my head. I slept. A
stunning crash—I thought my head had split—and the sound of voices. “New
boy. One of the high-born. Come on, let's scrag him!” One of the crowd of
acolytes was waving my spare robe, which he had pulled from under my head,
another had my felt boots. A soft, squashy mass of tsampa caught me in the
face. Blows and kicks were rained upon me, but I did not resist, thinking it
might be part of the test, to see if I obeyed the sixteenth of the Laws,
which ordered: Bear suffering and distress with patience and meekness.
There was a sudden loud bellow: “What's going on here ?” A frightened
whisper: “Oh ! It's old Rattlebones on the prowl.” As I clawed the tsampa
from my eyes the Master of the Acolytes reached down and dragged me to my
feet by my pigtail. “Softly ! Weakling!
You
one of the future leaders? Bah! Take that, and that!” Blows, hard ones,
absolutely showered upon me. “Worthless weakling, can't even defend
yourself!” The blows seemed non-ending. I fancied I heard Old Tzu's farewell
saying: “Acquit yourself, well,
remember all I have
taught you.”
Unthinkingly I turned and applied a little pressure as Tzu had taught me.
The Master was
caught by surprise and with a gasp of pain he flew over my head, hit the
stone floor, and skidded along on his nose, taking all the skin off, and
coming to rest when his head hit a stone pillar with a loud “onk!”
“Death for me,” I thought, “this is the end of all my worries.” The
world seemed to stand still. The other boys were holding their breath.
With a loud roar the tall, bony monk leaped to his feet, blood streaming
from his nose. He was roaring all right, roaring with laughter. “Young
gamecock, eh? Or cornered rat; which? Ah, that's what we must find
out!” Turning and pointing to a tall, ungainly boy of fourteen, he said:
“You, Ngawang, you are the biggest bully in this lamasery; see if the
son of a yak-driver is better than the son of a prince when it comes to
fighting.”
For the first time I was grateful to Tzu, the old police monk. In his
younger days he had been a champion judo expert of Kham. He had taught me—as
he said—“all he knew”. I had had to fight with fully grown men, and in this
science, where strength or age does not count, I had become very proficient
indeed. Now that I knew that my future depended on the result of this
fight, I was at last quite happy.
Nhawang was a strong and well-built boy, but very ungainly in his
movements. I could see that he was used to rough-and-tumble fighting, where
his strength was in his favour. He rushed at me, intending to grip me and
make me helpless. I was not frightened now, thanks to Tzu and his, at
times, brutal training. As Ngawang rushed, I moved aside and lightly
twisted his arm. His feet skidded from under him, he turned a half-circle
and landed on his head. For a moment he lay groaning, then sprang to his
feet and leapt at me. I sank to the ground and twisted a leg as he passed
over me. This time he spun around and landed on his left shoulder. Still he
was not satisfied. He circled warily, then jumped aside and grasped a heavy
incense burner which he swung at me by its chains. Such a weapon is slow,
cumbersome, and very easy to avoid. I stepped beneath his flailing arms,
and lightly stabbed a finger to the base of his neck, as Tzu had so often
showed me. Down he went, like a rock on a mountainside, his nerveless
fingers relinquishing their grip on the chains, and causing the censer to
plummet like a sling- shot at the group of watching boys and monks.
Ngawang was unconscious for about half an hour. That special “touch” is
often used to free the spirit from the body for astral traveling and similar
purposes.
The old monk who had brought me food before I entered the lamasery came and
spoke to me: “My son, you have done well, Ngawang was the bully of the
acolytes. Now you take his place and control with kindness and compassion.
You have been taught well, see that your knowledge is used well, and does
not fall into the wrong hands. Now come with me and I will get you food and
drink.” The Master of the Acolytes greeted me amiably when I went to his
room. “Sit, boy, sit. I am going to see if your educational prowess is as
good as your physical. I am going to try to catch you, boy, so watch out!”
He asked me an amazing number of questions, some oral, some written. For
six hours we sat opposite each other on our cushions, then he expressed
himself as satisfied. I felt like a badly tanned yak-hide, soggy and limp.
He stood up. “Boy,” he said, “follow me. I am going to take you to the Lord
Abbot. An unusual honour, but you will learn why. Come.”
Through the wide corridors I followed him, past the religious offices, past
the inner temples, and the school rooms. Up the stairs, through more
winding corridors, past the Halls of the Gods, and the storage places of
herbs. Up more stairs, until, at last, we emerged on the flat roof and
walked towards the Lord Abbot's house which was built upon it. Then through
the gold-paneled doorway, past the golden Buddha, round by the Symbol of
Medi- cine, and into the Lord Abbot's private room. “Bow, boy, bow, and do
as I do. Lord, here is the boy Tuesday Lobsang Rampa.” With that, the
Master of the Acolytes bowed three times, then prostrated himself upon the
floor. I did the same, panting with eagerness to do the right thing in the
right way. The impassive Lord Abbot looked at us and said: “Sit.” We sat
upon cushions, cross-legged, in the Tibetan way.
For a long time the Lord Abbot remained looking at me, but not speaking.
Then he said: “Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, I know all about you, all that has
been predicted. Your trial of endurance has been harsh but with good
reason. That reason you will know in later years. Know now that of every
thousand monks, only one is fitted for higher things, for higher
development. The others drift, and do their daily task. They are the
manual workers, those who turn the prayer-wheels without wondering why. We
are not short of them, we are short of those who will carry on our knowledge
when later our country is under an alien cloud. You will be specially
trained, intensively trained, and in a few short years you will be given
more knowledge than a lama normally acquires in a long lifetime. The Way
will be hard, and often it will be painful. To force clairvoyance is
painful, and to travel in the astral planes requires nerves that nothing can
shatter, and a determination as hard as the rocks.” I
listened hard, taking it all in. It all seemed too difficult to me. I was
not that energetic! He went on: “You will be trained here in medicine and
in astrology. You will be given every assistance which we can render. You
will also be trained in the esoteric arts. Your Path is mapped for you,
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa. Although you are but seven years of age, I speak to
you as a man, for thus you have been brought up.” He inclined his head, and
the Master of the Acolytes rose and bowed deeply. I did the same, and
together we made our way out. Not until we were again in the Master's room
did he break the silence. “Boy, you will have to work hard all the time.
But we will help you all we can. Now I will have you taken to get your head
shaved.” In Tibet, when a boy enters the priesthood, his head is shaved
with the exception of one lock. This lock is removed when the boy is given
the “priest-name”, and his former name is discarded, but more of that a
little further on.
The Master of the Acolytes led me through winding ways to a small room, the
“barber shop”. Here I was told to sit on the floor. “Tam-cho,” the Master
said, “shave this boy's head. Remove the name lock as well, for he is being
given his name immediately.” Tam-cho stepped forward, grasped my pigtail in
his right hand and lifted it straight up. “Ah! my boy. Lovely pigtail, well
but- tered, well cared for. A pleasure to saw it off “ From somewhere he
produced a huge pair of shears-the sort our servants used for cutting
plants. “Tishe,” he roared, “come and hold up this end of rope.” Tishe, the
assistant, came running forward and held up my pigtail so tightly that I was
almost lifted off the ground. With his tongue protruding, and with many
little grunts, Tam-cho manipu- lated those deplorably blunt shears, until my
pigtail was severed. This was just the start. The assistant brought a bowl
of hot water, so hot that I jumped off the floor in anguish when it was
poured on my head. “What's the matter, boy ? Being boiled ?” I replied that
I was, and he said : “Never mind that, it makes the hair easier to remove!”
He took up a three-sided razor, very like the thing we had at home for
scraping floors. Eventually, after an eternity, it seemed to me, my head was
denuded of hair.
“Come with me,” said the Master. He led me to his room and produced a big
book. “Now, what are we to cal1 you?” He went on mumbling to himself, then,
“Ah! here we are: from now on you will be called Yza-mig-dmar Lah-lu.” For
this book, however, I shall continue to use the name of Tuesday Lobsang
Rampa, as it is easier for the reader.
Feeling as naked as a new-laid egg, I was taken to a class. Having had such
a good education at home, I was considered to know more than the average, so
was put in the class of the seven- teen-year-old acolytes. I felt like a
dwarf among giants. The others had seen how I had handled Ngawang, so I had
no trouble except for the incident of one big, stupid boy. He came up behind
me and put his dirty great hands on my very sore pate. It was just a matter
of reaching up and jabbing my fingers into the ends of his elbows to send
him away screaming with pain. Try knocking two “funny bones” at once, and
see! Tzu really taught me well. The judo instructors whom I was to meet
later in the week all knew Tzu; all said he was the finest “judo adept” in
the whole of Tibet. I had no more trouble from boys. Our teacher, who had
had his back turned when the boy put his hands on my head, had soon noticed
what was happening. He laughed so much at the result that he let us go
early. It
was now about eight-thirty in the evening, so we had about three-quarters of
an hour to spare before temple service at nine-fifteen. My joy was
short-lived; as we were leaving the room a lama beckoned to me. I went to
him and he said: “Come with me.” I followed him, wondering what fresh
trouble was in store. He turned into a music room where there were about
twenty boys whom I knew to be entrants like myself. Three musicians sat at
their instruments, one at a drum, one had a conch, and the other a silver
trumpet. The lama said: “We will sing so that I may test your voices for the
choir,” The musicians started, playing a very well-known air which everyone
could sing. We raised our voices. The Music Master raised his eyebrows.
The puzzled look on his face was replaced by one of real pain. Up went his
two hands in protest. “Stop! Stop!” he shouted, “even the Gods must writhe
at this. Now start again and do it properly.” We started again. Again we
were stopped. This time the Music Master came straight to me. “Dolt,” he
exclaimed, “you are trying to make fun of me. We will have the musicians
play, and you sing alone as you will not sing in company!” Once again the
music started. Once again I raised my voice in song. But not for
long. The Music Master waved to me in a frenzy. “Tuesday Lobsang, your
talents do not include music. Never in my fifty-five years here have I heard
such an off key voice. Off key? It is no key at all! Boy, you will not
sing again. In the singing sessions you will study other things. In the
temple services you will not sing, or your disharmony will ruin all. Now
go, you unmusical vandal!” I went. I
idled around until I heard the trumpets announcing that it was time to
assemble for the last service. Last night—good gracious— was it only last
night that I had entered the lamasery? It seemed ages. I felt that I was
walking in my sleep, and I was hungry again. Perhaps that was just as well,
if I had been full I should have dropped off to sleep. Someone grabbed my
robe, and I was swung up in the air. A huge, friendly looking lama had
hoisted me up to his broad shoulder. “Come on, boy, you will be late for
service, and then you'll catch it. You miss your supper, you know, if you
are late, and you feel as empty as a drum.” He
entered the temple still carrying me and took his place just at the back of
the boys' cushions. Carefully he placed me on a cushion in front of him.
“Face me, boy, and make the same responses as I do, but when I sing,
you—ha!
ha!—keep quiet.” I was indeed grateful for his help, so few people had ever
been kind to me; instruction I had had in the past had been yelled in one
end, or knocked in the other. I must have dozed, because I came to with a
start to find that the service had ended and the big lama had carried me,
asleep, to the refractory and put tea, tsampa, and some boiled vegetables in
front of me. “Eat it up, boy, then get off to bed. I'll show you where to
sleep. For this night you can sleep until five in the morning, then come to
me.”
That is the last thing I heard until at five in the morning I was awakened,
with difficulty, by a boy who had been friendly the day before. I saw that
I was in a Large room, and was resting on three cushions. “The Lama Mingyar
Dondup told me to see that you were awakened at five.” Up I got and piled
my cushions against a wall as I saw the others had done. The others were
moving out, and the boy with me said: “We must hurry for breakfast, then I
have to take you to the Lama Mingyar Dondup.” Now I was becoming more
settled, not that I liked the place, or wanted to stay. But it did occur to
me that as I had no choice whatever, I should be my own best friend if I
settled without any fuss. At
breakfast, the Reader was droning out something from one of the hundred and
twelve volumes of the Kan-gyur, the Buddhist Scriptures. He must have seen
that I was thinking of something else, for he rapped out: “ You, small new
boy there, what did I say last? Quick” Like a flash, and quite without
thinking, I replied: “Sir, you said that boy is not listening, I'll catch
him'! “That certainly raised a laugh and saved me from a hiding for
inattention. The Reader smiled—a rare event—and explained that he had asked
for the text from the Scriptures, but I could “get away with it this
time”. At
all meals Readers stand at a lectern and read from sacred books. Monks are
not allowed to talk at meals, nor to think of food. They must ingest sacred
knowledge with their food. We all sat on the floor, on cushions, and ate
from a table which was about eighteen inches high. We were not permitted to
make any noise at meal times, and we were absolutely banned from resting our
elbows on the table.
The discipline at Chakpori was indeed iron. Chakpori means “Iron
Mountain”. In most lamaseries there was little organized discipline or
routine. Monks could work or laze as they pleased. Perhaps one in a
thousand wanted to make progress, and they were the ones who became lamas,
for lama means “superior one” and is not applied to all and sundry. In our
lamasery the discipline was strict, even fiercely so. We were going to be
specialists, leaders of our class, and for us order and training was
considered to be utterly essential. We boys were not allowed to use the
normal white robes of an acolyte, but had to wear the russet of the accepted
monk. We had domestic workers as well, but these monks were servant-monks
who saw to the housekeeping side of the lamasery. We
had to take turns at domestic work to make sure that we did not get exalted
ideas. We always had to remember the old Buddhist saying: “Be yourself the
example, do only good, and no harm, to others. This is the essence of
Buddha's teaching.” Our Lord Abbot, the Lama Cham-pa La, was as strict as my
father, and demanded instant obedience. One of his sayings was: “Reading
and writing are the gates of all qualities”, so we got plenty to do in that
line. Tuesday Lobsang Rampa was a very
popular writer who claimed to have been a Lama in Tibet before spending the
second part of his life in the body of a British man, Cyril Henry Hoskin,
who described himself as the "host" of T. Lobsang Rampa. To many, Dr. Rampa was a revolutionary of his time,
one of the first of the Eastern teachers to bring Buddhism and
metaphysics to the West in a popular fashion. He wrote many books about
spiritual matters, beginning with "The Third Eye". Lobsang Rampa attempts to teach the timeless universal
truths, while traveling along the spiritual path. Dr. Rampa's books also discuss
the state of humanity's progress and he shows how we can be a positive force
for good, thus improving ourselves and helping our fellow humans and all
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Essay: Are You Controlled By The Suggestions of
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by Ernest Holmes
NEARLY all people are controlled by outer
suggestions, and not by inner realizations. Ordinarily man thinks only what
he sees others do, and hears others say. We must all learn so to control the
inner life that outside things do not make an impression upon our
mentalities. As we are thinking beings, and cannot help thinking, we cannot
avoid making things happen to us, and what we need to do is so to control
our thought processes that our thinking will not depart from the realization
of that which is perfect.
Man is governed by a mind which casts back
to him every thought he thinks; he cannot escape from this and need not try;
it would be useless. The laws of mind are simple and easy to understand. The
trouble with us has been that we have laid down great obstructions, and then
have tried to overcome them. Stop trying, stop struggling, Learn to be calm,
to trust in the higher laws of life, even though you do not see them; they
are still there.
Did you ever see the law that causes a plant
to grow? Of course you did not, and yet you believe in this hidden law of
growth. Why do you believe? Simply because every ear, out of the seed time
comes a harvest. Shall we not have as great faith in the higher laws of
being? To those souls who have dared to believe has come as definite an
answer as came to those who believed in receiving a harvest from the planted
seed. This law is, and if we would see results we must use it; that is, we
must provide the mental receptivity that will prepare us to accept the gift
when the Spirit makes it. This receiving is a mental process, a process in
which we lose all sense of limitation.
If you wish to demonstrate prosperity, begin
to think and talk about it, and to see it everywhere. Do nothing that
contradicts this thought either mentally or physically. The world is full of
good; take it and forget all else. Rise above depression and be glad that
you are saved from adversity; the human mind needs to be cleansed from the
morbid thoughts that bind through its false beliefs. No living soul can
demonstrate two things at the same time, if one contradicts the other. There
is no way except to let go of all that you do not wish to come into
your experience, and, in mind, take all that you do wish.
SEE,
HEAR, TALK ABOUT, AND READ ONLY WHAT YOU WISH,
God knows good only, and when we are in line
with good He knows us; when we are out of harmony with good, we say, “God
has forgotten us.” On the one hand we have an Infinite Intelligence which
has brought us up to where we are to-day; and having done all that it can
for us now lets us alone to discover our own nature. On the other hand we
have the Infinite Law — which is an activity of God and we can use it for
what we will, only with this provision, that, in so far as we use it for the
good of all, are we protected.
The law obtains through all nature that as a
man sows, so must he reap. Now the Father has brought us to where we can
understand life, and we must go as we choose. If we are in harmony with the
great forward movement of the Spirit, there is nothing that can hinder our
advancement; if we oppose it, somewhere along our pathway it will crush us.
As with individuals so with nations; in so far as they work with a right
spirit they prosper; when they begin to fail in the use of this law they
begin to fall. He who understands will take the position of one who wishes
to work in union with the Power of Good; and to such an one will come all
the power that he can conceive of and believe in; his word becomes in
expression as the very word of God, and he must realize it to be all
powerful. So the one who is truly united with Good will wish to express only
the truth for all; and in doing so he is working along the lines of the
unfoldment of the Spirit, and though he may seem to fail, from the ordinary
standpoint, yet his success is assured; for he is at one with the only
ultimate power before which, in time, all else must fall.
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Eliot Spitzer (Applying The 12 Steps)
by Steve Roberts
If there is one group
besides aspiring saints from whom former New York governor Eliot
Spitzer will find empathy for his recent swan-dive into
self-destruction it’s recovering addicts. Being one myself for the
past 20 years, I’ve had the privilege of hearing (and telling) all
manner of horror stories stemming from the insanity that is the
heart and soul of addiction. Stories as equally absurd and painful
as, “I became governor of New York as the champion of moral
rectitude only to start paying as much as five K a pop for
prostitutes,” are as common as coffee at just about any Alcoholics
Anonymous meeting I’ve attended. As is the response from those
fellow addicts who’ve been recovering long enough to know what
they’re talking about. “Makes sense,” they’re
likely to say. “What do you expect?”
they’re likely to say. “Craziness and addiction go hand in hand.” “Welcome to the club,”
they’re likely to say. And as they speak they’re
smiling with understanding. Humankind’s growing
experience with addiction reveals its presence in just about every
single one of us. This isn’t new news, really. Attachment, said
the Buddha, is the root of all human misery. And in essence,
attachment is addiction. It doesn’t matter whether
our preferred drugs include alcohol, pot, coke, crack, smack, meth,
nicotine, sex, sugar, power, tidiness, revenge, gambling, a gang,
eating, being a victim, self-hatred, making money, skydiving,
keeping a schedule, patriotism, or having the world tell us how
wonderful we are—the first rule of addiction is that, when it comes
to making healthy choices, all bets are off. What is a healthy
choice? One that grows kindness, compassion and understanding.
It’s not that an addict is always going to make a destructive
choice; it’s that he or she can’t be counted on (by others or
themselves) to make a loving one. While addicts can be sociopaths,
addiction, in itself, is not an absence of moral character, no
matter how devastating its consequences. Addiction is that
compulsion or fixation about which, given the right circumstances
(for some of us amounting to no more than waking up in the morning),
there is very little, if anything, we will not sacrifice to
satisfy. In the extreme, that sacrifice can include the trust of
those we love. Announcing his resignation
as governor, Mr. Spitzer said his first priority was healing his
relationship with his family. It sounds good, but a sober old-timer
might tell him that’s just another way his addiction is talking.
When I finally awoke to the reality that my life had become
unmanageable and I needed to do something about it, I heard quickly
from many voices of experience that it wasn’t my relationship with
my family I had to pay attention to; it was my relationship with
me. “You get so you can trust you, and the rest will take care of
itself,” my AA sponsor said. He wasn’t implying that, sooner or
later, my family was going to trust me. He meant that their trust
was their business (and maybe it would never come); my business was
learning to trust myself to live a healthy life.
I can’t speak for what Mr.
Spitzer faces in healing his life, but for me it’s been a long,
deliberate process—humbling, often painful, moving through fear upon
fear, learning to forgive and to love myself. Yet, as once I lived
with unending despair, since day one of recovery I have lived with
unending gratitude. The first year was like having survived a plane
crash. Two decades later I continue to remove the veils of delusion
that separate me from the boundless potential inherent in being
human—and as each veil drops, there is more light with which to see
the beauty of who I really am; indeed, who all of us really are.
Like many addicts, Mr.
Spitzer is a man of considerable talents. Should he choose to
embrace his so-called public ignominy as an opening for
self-discovery, what he learns, and how his life evolves from it,
could be a source of considerable service to not only himself and
those close to him, but also to the world at large.
And should that occur,
fellow addicts who’ve been recovering long enough to know what
they’re talking about will smile with understanding.
“Makes sense,” they’re
likely to say. “What do you expect?”
they’re likely to say. “Amazing, beautiful things go with the
territory.” “Welcome to the club,”
they’re likely to say.
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The team taught capuchin monkeys a game involving food handouts in which
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when the monkeys were paired with individuals they had never come across
before they frequently adopted the helpful or “prosocial” option.
“The fact the capuchins predominantly selected the prosocial option must
mean seeing another monkey receive food is satisfying or rewarding for
them,” said Frans de Waal of Emory University in Atlanta. “We think it
is self rewarding in the sense that the animals get something positive
out of doing this.”
Studies involving brain scans of humans have found that when a person
behaves charitably the reward centers of the brain light up. De Waal
believes something similar may be happening in the monkeys.
In the experiment a researcher offered a monkey one of two tokens. If it
chose the selfish token it received a slice of apple, but another monkey
paired with it received nothing.
If it chose the helpful token it got the same reward, but its partner
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News: William's Windmill
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When he was 14 years old, William Kamkwamba found he would have to leave
school because his parents could no longer manage the fees but he did not
give up hope. “An organization called the Malawian Teacher Training Activity
contributed a large quantity of books to the primary school library near my
home,” he said. “One of the books was called Using Energy. Inside there were
plans for a windmill so I decided to build one to provide power for my
family.”
William’s motivation to succeed was also born out of deep concern for his
sister’s health. “She was coughing from the candles,” he explained. “They
smoke and they are dangerous.” With no supply of electricity in his village,
the only light source came from paraffin wax candles, which emit carcinogens
and soot, filling a small house with the same toxins produced when burning
diesel. William’s windmill would mean electric light but more importantly, a
healthier sister. “When I was making it, all these people were mocking me,
saying I was going mad,” he explained, “but I had confidence in what I was
doing because I knew that if it was written in the book, then it was true
and possible.”
Following the book’s diagrams and instructions, he set to work. However,
the only materials readily available were just some wooden poles, broken
pipes, old shoes, copper wire and the pièce de résistance, his father’s old
bicycle. As the structure started to take shape, he utilised anything that
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The blades for William’s windmill where fashioned out of old PVC pipes –
cut, heated and pounded down until flat and then attached to a rotor. “I had
some problems because I was using an old bicycle chain,” he remembered. “I
had to remove it and use a car fan belt instead and that worked better.”
William, now 20, was recently made a Fellow at TEDGlobal – a conference that
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Invited onto the stage, William talked to the audience about his invention
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irrigate his entire village and then to go back to school. The audience,
clearly moved, rose to their feet to cheer and applaud. Public donations
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return to school and TED community members rallied round to buy him a solar
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“When I first met him,” said Tom Rielly, Partnership Director of TED
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resources to set a great example for young people everywhere by making life
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begins with me. I am the answer. William Kamkwamba is one such African.”
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1. A great newsletter Bill - thank you. I first read Lobsang Rampa in the 60"s and some of his other books but it was good to read the 1st chapter again. Linda, my wife, has just read Wattles essay about material success and liked it too. -- Bryan (From New Zealand)
Thanks Bryan - we appreciate the positive feedback. The second chapter of T. Lobsang Rampa's book is included in this edition of our newsletter. In addition, we've added a new article on material abundance as well. Enjoy the reading! - The Editor
2. Overall, it was a
pleasure to read the newsletter; your style of writing is always very engaging.
For myself, your current contents layout was a bit disorganized, and left me
feeling like there was "too much". From a practical stand point, I think I'd
group the contents by category; news, essays, etc. I think people would find it
much easier to traverse that way, and if you were to including a link to each
item, I'm sure your readers would appreciate it. Sometimes a person only has a
few minutes to spare and if something were to catch their eye, they could easily
go directly to it. Unfortunately that would no doubt add more work to your no
doubt, super busy schedule. -- Erica (From California)
Thank you for your suggestions Erica. Your idea to group the table of contents into categories made sense to us, so we've followed your advice for this issue of the newsletter. We look forward to feedback on whether this makes it easier. Regarding links to each article: As you're aware, there are actually 2 versions of the newsletter. We only email the table of contents to each subscriber. That email contains one link which connects to the complete newsletter contained on our website. We've discovered the hard way that if we place more than a few links in our email that is a trigger for many email applications to think the email is spam.
So, our
solution is to only place one link in the actual email, but when you click that
link and go to the complete email on our website, then each article listed in
the table of contents contains a link to that specific article. I guess
that's my long-winded way of saying we agree with you and the links to the
articles do exist in the complete newsletter. Thanks again for the super
suggestions! - The Editor
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Titles include works by: James Allen, Emilie Cady, Catherine Ponder, Walter Lanyon, Charles Filmore, Wallace Wattles, Mary Baker Eddy, Florence Scovel Shin, Ernest Holmes, William Atkinson, Confucius, Aristotle, Henry David Thoreau, Herman Hesse, Signmund Freud, Ralph Waldo Trine, Thomas A Kempis, Rabindranath Tagore, Lao Tze, Paramahansa Yogananda, Krishnamurti, Kahlil Gibran, Buddha, Patanjali, Napoleon Hill, Mahatma Gandhi plus Literature by authors such as: Jules Verne, Mark Twain, Robert Louis Stevenson, a Sherlock Holmes Collection, Edgar Rice Burroughs, P.G. Wodehouse, Alexander Dumas, H.G. Wells, a Wizard of Oz Collection and hundreds of other titles!
(Lectures, Talks, Sermons, Recorded Comments, Classes and Workshops)
In addition, it contains recordings of works such as: The Book of Proverbs, The Game of Life by Florence Scovel Shin, The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, The Imitation of Christ by Thomas A' Kempis, Practicing The Presence of God by Brother Lawrence, Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan, The Science of Getting Rich by Wallace Wattles, The Dialogs of St. Catherine of Siena and As a Man Thinketh and Byways To Blessedness by James Allen.
(Music and sounds from a variety of sources, styles and historical periods)
(Large variety of films and videos, historic and modern, documentary and talks)
Our Video section currently contains: The Ocean At Dusk - Guided Relaxation, A Biography of Mother Teresa, Meditation and Movement, Imagination Meditation, Laughter Meditation, Music for Meditation and Healing, A CNN Report on the Health Benefits of Meditation, A Biography of Mary Baker Eddy, A Man of God - An Interview with Leonard Ravenhill, Paramahansa Yogananda & Sri Yukteswar, Paramahansa Yogananda & Ramana Maharshi, Paramahansa Yogananda at Mt. Washington, Paramahansa Yogananda on a Walk In New York, Paramahansa Yogananda Demonstrating How To Sleep, Krishnamurti Talks on Freedom, Krishnamurti Talks on Life and Death, Krishnamurti Talks on Meditation and Krishnamurti Talks on World Suffering.
(Nature Pictures, Saints, Sages, Gurus, Mandalas, Chakras, Fine Art)
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Our audio classics are dramatic portrayals designed to primarily entertain, but with wholesome content that expresses positive values and that are suitable for the entire family to experience together. They include such titles as:
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In addition, there is a special Children's Section containing dramatizations and readings especially created for younger children. They include such titles as: The Little Mermaid, Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp, Jack and The Bean Stalk, Puss and Boots, Blue Beard, Thumbelina, Cinderella, Twas the Night Before Christmas, Snowdrop and the 7 Dwarves, Robin Hood, The Golden Fleece, Beauty and The Beast, Rapunzel, King Arthur, Hansel and Gretel, Sleeping Beauty, The Emperor's New Clothes, The Magic Carpet and many, many more!
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