Seated in meditation, I was basking in the soothing
rhythm of the monks' chanting and the pungent smell of the incense in this
large rectangular hall draped with the most exquisite tangkas imaginable
that dated back hundreds of years when suddenly the most beautiful flowers,
out of nowhere, appeared suspended directly over a boy, equally beautiful,
who was wearing a crown and little or nothing else among dozens of monks
dressed in traditional Buddhist robes.
As he slowly opened his eyes, I noticed a bright
white light which emanated from his face. Nearly blinded, I continued to
look in his direction. He sat motionless on a simple dais as if suspended
in mid air, and appeared to be looking in my direction. How long I was there,
I have no idea. When I left, we had exchanged no words, nor a single meaningful
glance. Yet I experienced a tremendous sense of well being. It was not until
I arrived back at the home of my hosts that I realized I had not once questioned
what I had experienced that day.
I eventually wrote down my recollections which
I have allowed to be presented here for the very first time. As much as
I have tried over the years and that all occurred a very long time
ago when, as a young man, I traveled to Tibet I have never been able
to recall a single additional fact surrounding that wondrous experience
which forever changed my life. To this day, I can not even recall with certainty
if the boy was clothed or completely naked.
Home!