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The cycle of existence.

A person creates subjective reality and illusions. People feel pure joy with compassion, gratitude and forgiveness. Your center is clear and unified. No past regrets, no future fears.

The Chinese-Tibetan puppet leaders in Lhasa ordered monks to increase 24/7 patriotic education classes in all monasteries. Re-education through reform, ideology, propaganda and control.

It’s about power and control, ruling through fear and intimidation. The Chinese after looting and destroying monasteries in Tibet and mainland China during the 10-year Cultural Revolution, restricted the number of monks at the three major Lhasa monasteries, Sera, Drepung and Ganden.

They recruited Tibetan monks to live and work as spies and infamous informers. This system proved effective during the Cultural Revolution when family members reported on each other, neighbors and capitalist running dogs. It was a practical peoples campaign of fear and suspicion creating paranoia and ideological control.

Monks and nuns allowed to live and practice who resist or question this form of subtle patriotic education risk imprisonment, torture and death. They well know what has and continues to happen to liberal monks and nuns at the notorious Drapchi prison outside Lhasa.

There are two kinds of suffering, said a girl weaving wool carpets in her yurt on the Tibetan plateau below bare brown mountains. Suffering you run away from and suffering you face.



myth stories


the stories we live
comprise the mythology
of our lives
and in that mythology
lies the key to truth and mystery






There was a man in a poor village.

Everyday he went into the mountains searching for gold.

Everyone said he was crazy.

After 40 years he found gold, returned to the village, exchanged the gold for cash, bought a rope, tied the money to one end and tied the other around his waist.

He ran through the village dragging it behind him and everyone said he was crazy. 

“What are you doing?” they yelled at him. 

“For 40 years I’ve been chasing money and now money is chasing me.”




3.8 Billion Light Years


Astronomers have just seen tremendous light energy released by a black hole 3.8 billion years ago.
The organic black hole captured a star larger than the sun in the constellation Draco. A rare event.

As someone said, putting our puny existence in perspective, If the sun were the size of a period (.) on a page, then the Milky Way would be the length of a country from L.A. to N.Y., and a million Earths would fit into the period on that page. Death of a star.

Welcome to Earth humans. It's round, wet and crowded. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter.
At the outside you have maybe 100 years. Be kind. 




88 seconds in Nepal

Namaste means I salute the light (god) within you.
It is the daily Hindu greeting between people with your palms and fingers together raised toward your eyes in a blessing. Smile. 
He visited Nepal for 88 seconds. First was Bhaktapur, outside Kathmandu.
No traffic. No pollution. Cool fresh air. Limited electricity access. Daily power outages are the norm. Ironic considering Nepal has the second highest water volume energy source on Earth.
It is an ancient town, filled with Hindu temples, daily rituals, ringing bells, flowers and incense offerings, old hand carved wooden windows, brick homes, brick streets, tiled roofs, pottery, yogurt, vegetable and fruit life street market squares, amazing flowing sari and shawl rainbows, gentle people. It's on the old trading route from Tibet to India. 
There is no home plumbing. If you need water you go to the community well after dawn and before dusk. You drop your plastic container down brick shafts. You haul it up hand over hand. You pour it into narrow necked brass or copper urns.
You drop it again. You haul it up. Repeat until urns are full. You carry them on your hips through narrow brick alleys filled with friends and families. At home you filter it.
You boil it.
You drink it.
You use it for cooking, washing clothes, brushing teeth (a popular outdoor activity) and bathing.
Recycle, reuse, refresh. You return to the well.
Women and girls do all the water hauling, heavy water lifting and daily manual labor. So it goes.