46. TIBET - MORE PIX

At this very rural village monastery the Rinpoche took us to, the monks offered us juicy peaches, sour yoghurt, salty yak milk and red beans sprinkled with crushed ice. Apparently, in some previous incarnation, the Rinpoche was the abbot here.

This was the first time the village received visitors from abroad so imagine the excitement. The Tibetans adore, literally worship, their Lamas. Perhaps for this reason, the Chinese Govt. has yet to give the OK for the exiled Dalai Lama to visit. Emotions will run high, troublemakers will seize the chance to create chaos and upheaval.

At this little ancient monastery, while seated on a monk's cushioned seat, I experienced a beautiful circulation of qi or prana. It ran in a circular motion from shoulder to shoulder running to my back and across my chest. The same circulation ran up and down both arms. I enjoyed this movement of my life force quietly, it went on for an hour and gradually became weaker.

 










I've received some  snaps from my fellow travellers on the recent Tibet trip, most of whom were into Tibetan Buddhism. We were accompanied by their Rinpoche who gave us access into areas not opened to foreigners.


The iconic Potala Palace - as seen from the roof of the hotel in Lhasa early on a misty morning.

 Steps steps everywhere. Tibet is for the fit - the high altitude and thin air took its toll







 

















 

The Sacred Feminine, the Yin energy, Mother Divine - the female creative aspect of 'God' - well represented in nearly all traditions - suppressed by religious clerics/scholars, all of whom are men.

Drepang Monastery