The dream was long, but the most important part of the journey was captured upon its closing.
I had just descended from the mountain side at Taktsang Monastery. There at the foot of the mountain there was an open altar, without walls, temples or coverings that one might see enshrining holy objects. There sat Buddha's water bowl in shiny metal. Instead of 7 bowls, there was one great bowl.
I was eating a candy and then the wind blew the wrapper into the water within the bowl. I was mortified and I scooped out the rubbish, but then notice there is more rubbish in the bowl from other pedestrians. There I see the guide who lead me on the excursion: Tsewang. It bothered me to see other people's trash so I voiced it to him. "People need to clean up after themselves, but now they are long gone."
He responds resolutely, "It is fine to police others about their behavior, especially if it falls short of respect, but may I also police you?" I was stunned. My heart was humble, and eager to learn what he had to say, so I respond, "Yes, of course. I appreciate every opportunity to refine myself."
"Very well," he replies. I sense that Tsewang was a dream version of the real man that embodied the spirit of Buddha himself with his energy. "It is true that you cleared your own waste, and it is also true that waste still remains from others. I ask you this: Is the water clean or does it remain dirty?"
He saw the look on my face and that I understood the obvious. He gently urged, "Those who see the transgression must choose to allow it, or correct it. The responsibility falls upon the seer."
I bowed and accepted this important message. I awakened.
In November of 2015, I dreamt of entering a monastery of Bhutanese Monks. The ceilings were high and there were so many monks with their golden and red robes moving about. My sense is that they were mischievous and extremely witty. Some were hanging from the arms of a clock while others chanted and prayed. Immediately the information of their intention was brought to my consciousness: Every 5 minutes the world was saved by their prayers... as every 5 minutes they were able to manipulate time...just enough for a bodhisattva to save the world.
Little did everyone know that the world as we know it was in peril of complete destruction, with the exception of these monks. For this reason they took pleasure in their devotion and great success. I was rapt by this amazing feat that was carried out with sincere humor. My heart grew wiser.
I then left a temple and entered a meditation room. Here, I began a deep meditation. With my eyes closed I sensed a relative approach me with intense psychological hostility.
With my eyes closed I could see the energy radiating towards me, without words, but like a poisonous wind hitting me without mercy. Remaining steadfast, however slightly sad, I kept at my mediation to overcome this fact. The relative left through two great doors and I opened my eyes. To my surprise, the scene shifted and I saw a mirrored world above me.
Was I upside down or they? An entire planet was mirrored and people anchored to the vision. They would not fall off! I could see the tops of many people's heads. There was a curious woman with long dark hair, upside down and above me. She reached "down" to pull up her long socks. Then she looked up at me. I looked up at her. She was my sky and I was hers. Coincidentally, she looked a lot like me. I laughed, and then awakened.
