About the same age as my Grandfather had become interested in Eastern Philosophy, I too had a profound experience which would change my philosophy of life and my religious beliefs. My philosophy of life is that there comes a time when you are faced to challenge your own belief system, and that you may find that every thing you once believed in, is not as you once believed.

When I was five years old, my Father was a fighter pilot in the Navy and he was out at sea when my mother, my baby brother, and I went to my Grandparents to stay until he came back. That summer, my Grandfather had a group of Tibetan people come to visit us. I remember so vividly a holy man named Rinpoche, and The Dilowa. He was a master monk and teacher for the Dalia Lama. My Grandfather had become friends with the Dalai Lama and had visited him in Nepal. The Dalai Lama and Yale University had commissioned my Grandfather to catalogue sacred holy manuscripts from Tibet. They were estimated to be about 2,500 years old. China had taken the country over and the Dalai Lama had fled his native country to India where he had escaped prison or death.

About the same age as my Grandfather had become interested in Eastern Philosophy, I too had a profound experience which would change my philosophy of life and my religious beliefs. My philosophy of life is that there comes a time when you are faced to challenge your own belief system, and that you may find that every thing you once believed in, is not as you once believed. The story begins to remind me of the Raiders of the Lost Ark. My Grandfather was very knowledgeable and began working to preserve these ancient manuscripts. My Grandfather was a true saint, and a Master Guru. He was a very humble man and I would smile when he would say “he was practicing to be a gentleman,” and of course I was his only Granddaughter, allowing him to say, “I was his favorite.” I followed him everywhere like a shadow, and I truly loved the time I spent with him. He would teach me how to write in Tibetan, and he taught me about their beliefs. He catalogued ancient holy manuscripts, which are archived in the Rare Book Library at Yale University. He would often take me there, and my Aunt was the Head Librarian. Somehow, as time went by, I had spent almost 8 years off and on living with my Grandparents. That was hard since I lived in Cornado, California.

My journey began one summer day, four years ago,.” now over 25 years ago,” I was on the phone with my Mom and I told her I couldn’t talk any more. I was struck with this incredible fear and told my Mother that “God was coming.” I truly thought that it was “The Coming.” But now I think that there is a coming, or calling through symbols and ancient Sanskrit. There is an unmistakable gateway that you must pass through to cross to the sacred worlds. I could explain this in more detail, but that would take some time. I went outside, scared that I had not complied with what I had been told spiritually. speaking That all the material things that were so dear to me, were of no importance to me if I were dead. How meager an existence I had without the true power of God. I felt or the impression I got was that it was a masculine force. I was petrified! “OMG”

There was such an incredible storm outside, which in Florida that is not unusual, but there was something totally different about this storm. All of the sudden I was standing in the middle of a lightening storm. I was standing in the middle of three trees within a twenty-foot radius. They were struck down by lightening. I mean struck down dead, splinters! Later, I took pictures of the leftover stumps of the trees that were struck by lightening; just outside my apartment. I couldn’t believe I was still alive. I had been standing right in the middle of those trees. There was this incredible sonic boom, it was louder than anything I had ever heard. It was like being hit by lightening and living to tell about it. I couldn’t tell if the sonic boom was in my head or the crack from the lightening hitting me. Later I would look back and see that the little book on the Kundalini would be my guide to what I had and would experience. After the lightening came I would fast for exactly forty days. What I mean by fasting was, I did not eat for forty days, did not spend money for forty days, did not drive a car for forty days, and became completely emerged in the sublime worlds of the Universe.

After the lightening came I would fast for exactly forty days. What I mean by fasting was, I did not eat for forty days, did not spend money for forty days, did not drive a car for forty days, and became completely emerged in the sublime worlds of the Universe. I did not consciously decide to fast. Imagine not eating for forty days. That was truly a purification of the body, and I felt there must be a very important reason. I know that this is an experience that I could not possibly have done on my own. I had no idea what was happening, nor did I know how long this would go on. These enlightening experiences are described in all religions of the world, but the actual journey’s are best described by the Shamanic journeys to the upper and lower worlds. They are sacred voyages of the subtle worlds of the elusive Gods and Goddesses, the Archangels, sacred places in the Earth, Holy Sages, Animal Guides and the Spirit of the Universe. These journeys are not easily traveled and I had reason to fear for my life. You encounter evil spirits, and souls of the dead. They are as real in that dimension as this one. They look like things you see in the movies. You must conquer the shadow of you soul and fight your inner demons. You have to journey across the river of fire, and overcome evil spirits. You must learn to use your weapons well. It is described in all hero stories, good versus evil, and conquering the dark night of the soul. All that we think as an imaginary world has a true realism in another dimension. That is the place where all great stories come from. When it is over there is a great spiritual celebration: Gen. 8:6 And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah (Know) opened the window of the ark which he had made: The Ark of the Convenant. When it was over, I was left with a deep impression, an enigma, questions which I will always search for the most secret answers.

The Vision: The first time I realized I had a vision of my soul, it just sort of stuck in my mind, day after day. I felt as though I was a spiritual warrior. The vision was very clear. I had a sword and a shield in my hands, I was dressed as a warrior and there were two ravens, one was on my shoulder the other circling above. There was a huge polar bear by my side. The vision seemed to stem from the bottom of my spine. I didn’t know what it meant, but I was about to find out. There was this huge man standing behind me who I believed to be someone named Thor. There were two mountains and snow and ice, maybe like a glacier. The sun was setting in the middle. At the time, I did not know much about myths and legends, so I just thought of it as a picture.

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Dilowa Gegen Hutukhtu (1883-1965)

EIGHTEENTH INCARNATION OF TELOPA, INDIAN BUDDHIST SAINT (988-1069)

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Wesley E. Needham

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