Wednesday, December 2, 2020

A Week with Lama Dawa in Sarnath, in December 2016


A deep sadness veiled my heart during the week I spent with Lama Dawa & Khandro Kalsang in Sarnath and Varanasi in early December 2016.  The sadness had set in long before, actually.  It permeated throughout and to the bone, due to a sense of futility. I had lost hope that this precious jewel of a man would live in his present body much longer. To the discerning eye, the roll of the dice of karma in conjunction with the Lama's obedience to the dakinis' calling had long ago decided that much.  

 

I am sure that Lama would not at all have seen it in this way or phrased it in such a gloomy manner.  His vision was of a different quality and order, altogether.  He never just noticed one plane of existence. Yes, it is true, I hardly ever saw him denying ordinary feelings and emotions rippling through him in the moment of their simultaneous arising and vanishing.  To all appearance he was a simple man not given to flights of fancy, least of all the ostentatiousness of self-denial.  When he was happy or hurt, he often openly talked about it in private. Yet, about the perception of a true and genuine dzogchen yogi, we can only project wrongly or seek recourse in what the texts have to say regarding the view resultant from perpetually abiding in the central channel.  

 

Of course, such lofty station doesn't apply to me.  To me in Sarnath at the time, every of our get togethers every day and every hour spent in Lama’s company felt like an extended and, from my side, dreaded farewell.  The mood was amplified by the fact that the days passed under the thick north Indian plains' winter fog, made even heavier and longer lasting by industrial and/or vehicle exhaust pollution.  The fog hardly ever lifted—and when it did then only partially to reveal a hazy and never warming sun, which even when appearing to shine remained pale and powerless. 

 

And there was one more downer which was severely dampening the overall mood: the entire population of north India seemed to sleep-walk around in a state of half-stupefied disorientation if not outright despair as the government had recently opted for a brutal demonetization (eventually proven to be meaningless as black money did not disappear; it only changed hands). The old 500- and 1000-Rupee notes had been declared illegal in early November and the new notes were almost impossible to get. If you wanted cash from a machine or from the bank teller you had to wait in line for a few hours only to discover in the last minute that your wait had been in vain.  One of the purposes of my visit therefore was to bring much needed funds in the new currency to Lama & Kalsang as these new notes were more easily available in Goa than in Varanasi.  Such was the situation upon my arrival and prevailing throughout my stay.

 

Nothing extraordinary happened in the course of my visit.  Lama only gave the one formal teaching that I had requested.


I was never one to want ever more formal teachings.  Right from the start of our relationship, I had never set my mind on ‘completing a specific curriculum’, although it often occurred to me that Lama would have preferred me to be more ambitious, or rather: more dedicated in this respect.  But my mind simply is not geared in this manner. For me, teachings unfold naturally, they happen in every moment.  Life provides so much!  For me life being the ‘ultimate teacher’ is not a new-age platitude.  Of course, scriptures and formal dharma instructions give life experience the structure it needs so that we don’t get lost in the unpredictable vagaries of our mindstreams.   But life itself donates the juice; life IS the juice.  Simply being with Lama was my kind of dzogchen instruction that I could thrive on, grow on: it had always had been like this right from the start.

 

What did we do together in Sarnath, Lama Kalsang and I?  Nothing really noteworthy for sure!  And although it may not have been generally noteworthy, it seemed nevertheless deeply meaningful to us.  None of the simple events of the day seemed like negligible or a waste of time.  



 

Lama insisted that we share every meal together. He totally rejected my offer to give them privacy.  Thus we either ate at a restaurant together or shared what Kalsang had been preparing (mostly chicken thukpa or rice) on one of these old-fashioned one-burner kerosene stoves in their rented room.  The stove reminded me of my visits to the East in the 1970s.   I had then cooked quite a few meals on one of these, especially in Nepal.  One time we paid an extended lunch visit to Lopon Orgyan Tenzin (enjoying a meal of the obligatory buff momos).  Lopon is an old school mate and life-long friend of Rinpoche’s.  

 


We circumambulated Damekh stupa together more than once, and the other stupa the name of which I forgot. We went on a boat ride on the Ganga, Lama explaining the meaning and history of some of the ghats. We took a stroll around his Alma Mater, the old Sanskrit University located in the center of town and built in colonial times (but we found the building was under total renovation).  We made offerings at different sacred places, did ganachakras together, without instruments and fanfare.  Lama had declined Lopon’s invitation to join him and his students for some bigger group tsoks. Lama Dawa obviously wanted these pujas that we shared to be simple and private.

 

On the last day, Lama bought five soap stone Shakyamuni statues and asked me to keep one
and distribute the remaining four among some of his students in India whom he individually designated.  These were people who truly felt and had shown devotion for him.  They also had taken teachings and empowerments—and subsequently had progressed in their preliminary practices or even done some of the 3-Root retreats in my house in Goa. When he handed the statues over to me I could sense how much it meant to him to give these gifts precious beyond compare, albeit not for their material value.  


The next morning and final I went to the airport at 7am for a flight scheduled for 10am and had to wait until 3pm for the fog delayed departure.  I used the time to do mantras and reminisce about mirages, phantoms and dream images.

 

The dharma kaya aspect of the guru may be priceless and all pervading.  But it cannot come to life and truly radiate throughout our own being without the deep love and cherishing that keeps welling up from deep inside us for the guru’s precious human body.  Ultimately there seems to be no dharma kaya possible without a nirmana kaya calling it forth.  

 

But then, who is calling whom and what is emanating what!




 

Monday, October 12, 2020

Letter to a Dharma Friend


This is an actual letter to a dharma friend.  The name, of course, has been changed, and a few personal references were edited out. Over the years, I have written quite a few such letters, usually addressing a unique situation from its own unique point of view.  Sometimes, these words have helped people, actually most of the times.  

 

Unfortunately, we all are so forgetful these days.  Words of advice have an impact for a short while, and then the problem resurfaces in a slightly modified manner and we blend out that we have already dealt with it, and actually solved it.  Then another letter is due, and another.

 

Redundancy is not always useless. We just have to admit that we are slow learners, and try again.  We have to be kind and we have to care.

 

Sharing the teachings means to care. Communication between dharma friends shows that we care for self and others.

 

 


Dear Solani,

 

Thanks for writing. 

 

Recognizing confusion as confusions marks already the beginning of the end of it.  Most everybody is so confused that they don't even recognize that they are--confused indeed.

 

The path we follow is not a path of any god.  The gods are only as real or as unreal as we are, or as our thoughts and projections are. 

 

Padmasambhava, if anything is the embodiment of the wisdom and power inherent in mind—including your own mind—acting as a mirror for your own recognition; not some funny looking guy who lived in ancient India and Tibet many centuries ago.  His form remains still with us and its sole purpose is to help.  That’s why we supplicate that it may remain with us.  But outward and superficial worship of the form is not the aim of what you have been doing for a few months now.

 

The purpose of your practice is something else. Freedom from suffering is the purpose!

 

The end of being unconsciously (and also consciously) enmeshed in suffering is the only valid aim for the path.  In a further step, our purpose encompasses the wish that all beings may be free of suffering.  If we want to be free and want others to be free of suffering, we have to understand what suffering is.

 

What creates suffering?  

 

Not knowing, who you are is the root cause.  We can make up (and we in fact do so) all kinds of identities and create endless self-concepts, but they remain what they are: finite and highly short-lived concepts: Like the Sonali self-concept before March 2020.  Then came the lockdown and a new identity and self-concept was born.  There was the successful Sonali even during lockdown, and now there is the Sonali without income.  There will countless more Sonali concepts (for example Sonali the (finally) fully devoted wife, Sonali the mother-to-be and so forth...) and they will all end--and they all produce their own kind of discomfort or acute suffering. 

 

And of course, ten days ago we had the concept of the 'Vajra-Guru-Mantra-Practicing-Vajra-Mahashri' and now we have the 'Doubting-It-All-Helpless-Sonali'.  Self-concepts cannot define us. 

 

Furthermore, isn't it funny, how flaky these concepts are, and how easily derailed by the smallest of incidences!  

 

The only valid reason to practice dharma is the burning desire to see through the limitations of our habitual misunderstanding and wrongly reacting to whatever happens inside of us and around us (namely through our ingrained ways that create more and more unpleasantness for self and others) and instead enact freedom from suffering.  

 

Enacting freedom from suffering is our path and the path that we are trying to share through different means.

 

Unfortunately, enacting this freedom mostly starts out with challenges and sometimes a great deal of discomfort.  Such as the discomfort you are going through right now.  Nobody can relieve you of it. 

 

Okay, your husband is saying that your following this path may separate you from him. This is his concept and his fear.  Indeed, your practicing for freedom may create a rift. 

 

I am sure, in counteracting the perceived danger he is also making suggestions and promises, how great your life will become if you stop following your pat, how happy you are going to be, and so forth. And he even may mean what he is saying or promising.  He could really be a good and sincere person; many are at heart.  You may also wish to agree, thinking, 'yeah this dharma and Guru Rinpoche stuff is not for me... I should stick to what everybody sticks to.'

 

If such is the case: Great! Please, do so.  The choice is always yours.

 

The only problem is that in the end something deep inside you will revolt against 'sticking to what everybody is sticking to'.  

 

Once a certain kind of awareness has been tasted (as you have tasted it), it will always resurface, but then outer circumstances for support may have vanished when it does.  Thus: more frustration and suffering down the line.

 

As the saying goes, 'Life's a bitch and in the end you die!'

 

If you think that I can or should tell you what to do or how to chooses, you'd entertain a wrong notion about my role.  I am not responsible for your life.  You are.

 

However, one question needs to be asked: Why make someone else's insecurity your own.  If you are secure about your purpose and your commitment, how could it be compromised by someone else's insecurity?

 

For the practitioners on the path, according to the Vidyadhara Chogyam Trungpa, “The bad news is: You’re pushed to jump and the parachute doesn't open.  The good news: there is no ground!”

 

Cheerio & much love

 

 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Retreat Master & Retreatant


Acting as retreat master ideally will make one as humble as doing retreat: the whole process of 'doing' and/or 'guiding' is only possible when sustained by the waves of support and blessings issued forth by the gurus, lineage masters as well as the collective of past and present practitioners who have practiced in and as the same mandala before.  Without the shower of their blessings, nothing works.  The retreat won't have results, or only negative results--which unfortunately sometimes happens, when people come out of their retreat more arrogant and ego-fixated than they had been before.  We have seen such incidences.  But they are not necessarily 'bad'.  They only mean to try again, rather than giving up and giving in.  


Some may think that 'they are doing retreat' or 'leading a retreat'.  There is nothing wrong with this concept as a manner of speaking but such ideas may lead to misunderstanding the whole situation. In actual fact, a good retreat is doing us (not 'we' it), impacting on our resistance to inborn Buddha Nature, bringing into play innate, ever-present and all-pervasive rigpa.  It is there always, but we need to be open to acknowledge and feel the presence.  


Once the formal retreat boundary is set up and the space has been dedicated to the mandala, a very particular energy is allowed to manifest.  Which is why it is important that a retreat has clearly defined boundaries, including established spacial boundaries.  Our own contribution to help the process along is to practice according to instructions and maintaining discipline, which sometimes can be relaxed and sometimes needs to be tight. 


Once the retreat boundaries are set, and the protectors have been called upon, the retreatant as well the retreat master have two options: they can be open to this energy field, or at least partially open, maintaining it through their efforts based on devotion--or they can close themselves, by feeding their efforts back into the illusory 'I'-thought, which lacks devotion.  In the latter case, the retreat will produce no fruit, or worse, a (hopefully only temporary) poisonous fruit.


When Vajratara arrived in Goa for her most recent retreat, we therefore first asked for proper divinations to find out about potential obstacles and for the remedies to help remove them as best we could, before we even started. Then the room and the shrine were set according to our root guru's instructions.  The opening puja revealed that there was a chance for a good retreat; no negative signs occurred.


Which doesn't mean, it was all smooth sailing.  Very few retreats are.  Although emotional roller-coasters didn't appear or if they did, didn't throw the retreatant of balance, challenges appeared in the form of physical discomfort--sometimes severe.  Remembering the much greater tormenting some practitioners in the past had to undergo, Vajratara did not give up but persevered despite the difficulties.  And yes, she sometimes was in bad pain.  Of course, it always helps to dispel doubt by talking openly and addressing everything, not necessarily on a daily basis, but at least every once in a while when the burden becomes too big.  After all we live in the age of degeneration and are not as sturdy and unperturbed as the seasoned practitioners of the past might have been.


Retreats like Vajratara's have an effect on me, too--actually on the whole house.  Nobody at home is removed or totally isolated from what is happening to the retreatant.  We are in this together--albeit illusory, but still.  When there is a retreat going on, the atmosphere in my home changes, is permeated in a way by everything that is going on in the retreat room.  Anyway, normal social life like dinner guests and so forth, comes to a halt.  


It's not that people come to my house for retreat, stay for a few weeks and then leave the same way they came--me staying throughout the goings-on as 'I' always have been.  In the light of the Buddha's teachings such thoughts are anyway ludicrous.  


Fortunately, Vajratara's retreat ended with an excellent dream omen that appeared two days before the closure and with good signs in some of the substances on the shrine when we did our final puja together, which made everyone happy.  The real test revealing the quality of a retreat anyway is in so-called everyday life.  In this case, for Vajratara and her family, in this arena the signs also appear to be alright.  


It is not easy to represent the lineage as the retreat master, but it is certainly rewarding.  There is no place for delusions of grandeur in this.  They would certainly kill everything as they always do in all respects--wherever someone falls for them as 'real' rather than 'display within the display'.


Retreats like Vajratara's this year have happened in my house since 2012, sometime two sometimes three annually.   


Sunday, July 12, 2020

More from the 'Embodied Poetry Files

Poetry is the only language that I can speak when something meaningful needs to be expressed, reaching beyond the flickering truisms of the moment that tend to turn into ‘un-truisms’ in the next—and definitely into untruth when the context changes, or a different individual is addressed.  Poetry is more flexible and therefore: more durable; also more adaptable than truisms, which as a rule are always turning trite.

Poetry resembles the pointing out instructions by a genuine vajrayana guru manifesting in the form of symbols and symbolic action.  We can remember and come back to them, and whenever we do with an open heart and mind, they reveal some new aspect of what is waiting for us to discover and embody.

The short poem below was written recently.  Those who know me also know who inspired it.  In a way it is a very personal expression, so deeply personal that it reveals transpersonal shades of truth.  Which is why it is shared here.



She Is Sleeping


Sleep enters her eyes
self-luminous shine
in this moonless night

her face relaxes
into a smile

still here yet gone
gone nowhere but
to what is being given

giving itself
to continue

unbroken by birth &
forever beyond

what they construe
as series of beginnings
& endings

I can hear the rain falling
& the jungle thicken
greener than green

as she keeps breathing
& she smiles
in her sleep so deep

Friday, June 5, 2020

From the 'Embodied Poetry' Files

One more piece from the 'embodied poetry' files that have accumulated over the years in diaries and on different hard drives.  There must be over hundred of them.     

Most of them were written by hand first.  So far it has eluded me how to let poetry emerge by directly typing it into the computer.  The way I write, poems are never complete in the first setting.  Like quality cognac  they need to mature--some even over years--before they taste and feel exactly the way they need to according their inherent life-force, and thus can help embodying the view the words are there to express.

I started writing poetry many years ago.  My first collection was complete by 1971 (written in German, my first language) and the manuscript was thrown from a bridge into the river Rhine the same year, a few days before I went on the 'hippie trail' to Nepal  Can't say why I did that, just discarding five years of working on them and polishing.  As far as I can remember, they weren't even so bad.  The few friends who had read them had commented positively and were encouraging me to share with a wider audience.  Nevertheless, in the river they went.

Two more collections in German shared a similar fate.  In the late 1980s I started writing in English as well.  Much of it went into the trash bin, but not all of it.  Some pieces have survived and went through many versions.  I also keep writing on and off, till today.  

Let's wait and see what will happen with the present collection.  Enough said; right now, I feel like sharing this on.  It so appears it had some kind of effect on someone whom I cherish, when I shared it with her in private.





FREEDOM SINGING TO ITSELF


Freedom is razor-sharp
the curved blade that cuts
the head off my neck
& lets the heart blood spout
fountain like

freedom is tender
            with my arms around you
as if they were feathers
            for the wool before my eyes
I cannot see one separate thing

freedom is boring
            going to the toilet
to shit & piss
            every morning looking in the mirror
probing for pimples on the nose

freedom is fire
            I hammer the blazing steel of the thoughts
that shackle everything
            only to have the acid of fear corrode
all that I ever grabbed & held
           
freedom is delicate
the dewdrop that falls
from the leaf above
            makes the web tremble
& the spider rope down further
             
 freedom is despair
            no food on the table
with all the good people in chains
            while our leaders spit roast our livers
to assuage their own fear of lack

freedom is desire
never getting
enough of it
when everything
is always there

freedom is sentimental
            my tears soak your pillow salty
of my being so very special
            as my is head remains stuck between your breasts
I cannot explore the great blue yonder

freedom is straight & narrow
            deadlines 
timelines
fault lines –
            to bring about many a cleansing disaster

freedom is simply free
            no quality but its own
& there is stillness
            leaves burgeoning in spring
tumble to rot in November

essentially
even stupor is freedom
so is clinging
& so is hate

knowing thus definitely freedom is
naturally self-affirming
projecting more of gossamer
subtly tremulous presence

I can drink my tea
I can sip my wine
every once in a while
I can look up in the sky

the thought doesn’t even arise
that anyone will ever not partake
in this heart of freedom
forever beating

the only question remains
does appreciation really require
some self mirroring voice
to sell freedom as more special than what is

c) choyin dorje/matthias dehne 2020

Sunday, May 24, 2020

A Saga Dawa Poem of Understated Praise



Just Sitting



Dusk turns blue black
night is about to fall
Siddhartha is sitting
the tree stands behind

the full moon rises

out of nowhere a storm brews
the leaves rustle
the branches shake
the earth trembles

the Buddha still sits

morning yet to come
this much the birds announce
parrots of course
they are a noisy bunch

the Buddha keeps sitting
the tree now rests
the sun turns white & hot early
near the river almost running dry

puddles doze off
dull mirrors
they reveal nothing
only continue to evaporate

what happened in the night
anything the matter

Friday, May 22, 2020

The Vajra Guru Mantra Part 3— A Forty-Five Year Journey

This is not written for the experts who already know everything about secret mantra practice, or the Vajra Guru mantra.  My aim here is to encourage the investigative spirit.  Indeed, mantra practice does not amount to merely mumbling under your breath some unintelligible Sanskrit syllables.  It is not mumbo jumbo.  It is a highly evolved form of dialogue through which both partners eventually may discover the indivisible presence—yet total openness, of all there is—in and as all there is.

Successful mantra practice rests on three pillars: desire, trust and exploration.  First the desire to practice has to well up from inside, then we need to trust in the process and the one who initiates us into actually proceeding on the path, the outer guru or lama, and finally we also need to explore what we are doing as it relates to and can be expressed through all aspects of our lives.  As Tarthang Tulku states,

“To traverse the path, an element of faith is required.  This faith is not a blind, uncritical acceptance, but an openness: a willingness to search and to discover for oneself the wisdom that has been maintained and transmitted by a continuous tradition extending back thousands of years.”[1]

Many who are going to read this will not be Tibetan.  Only few will have seen images of Padmasambhava in temples and on painted scrolls around them as they grew up, let alone having been exposed to the regular mantra recitation in their families.  Very few will have imbibed the mantra’s vibes while still in their mothers’ womb. 

Those of us who lack this culturally conditioned early childhood connection have to allow the power and effects of Buddha images and mantras to grow on them over time.  Bridges have to appear, may be made of the rainbow light issuing forth from our own honest and dedicated individual investigation and application.  There is no denying it, as ‘foreigners’ to the mantra path, we will each have to each carve a way for ourselves and others, which will differ a bit from person to person.  As the saying goes, there are as many doors to understanding, as there are people who wish to understand themselves and their life through mantra practice.

The only way of building bridges that I have found not to work (at least not in any deeper transformative sense, and only as a kind of ‘sugar-coating’) is if we as non-Tibetans try to imitate the Tibetan approach to the letter without being steeped in the same field of collective consciousness—and of course, such would only be possible if we moved to Nepal or India and fully immersed ourselves in Tibetan culture, while living in a Tibetan community.  And even then, even full immersion as long as it remains forced and contrived from the outside may not succeed fully because of a probable backlash; meaning: our own cultural conditioning will at some point reaffirm itself.  Nobody can successfully deny his or her upbringing, or the formative years in their lives—nor their bloodline, the generations who came before them. Therefore it appears to be more effective to let the connection to the essence and message of the mantra grow from the inside rather than donning the cultural trappings around it like an overcoat, let alone armor.  This, of course, requires practice—most likely many years of it.

Therefore, in order to encourage an organic experiential approach let us share a bit more about my own exposure to and practice of the Vajra Guru mantra, instead directly going in greater detail into its many-leveled and multi-faceted meaning and the function, according to the way especially the terma or ‘Hidden Treasure’ texts offer detailed explanations.  Instead let us elaborate on the many different ways we can emotionally and energetically open to the mantra.  Since the mantra is not in our flesh and blood from birth, we have to let it slowly become part of us—thus making it, in a manner of speaking—our own flesh and blood.  Only fully embodied participation imparts the benefits that the Vajra Guru mantra can put at our disposal.

My own process of familiarization with the Vajra Guru and his mantra can roughly be explained in three phases. 

As was hinted in the introductory article in this series, the first phase was one of fascination and enchantment, inspired by my reading of Lama Anagarika Govinda’s books[2] and by personal exchanges with him, which started in 1975.  In the course of the same years, I also had the good fortune of meeting Khamtrul Rinpoche VIII several times and Karmapa XVI[3], and receiving what people later explained to me had been pointing out instructions by both of these wonderful teachers.  For those who have never heard about them, ‘pointing out instructions’ establish a direct link to primordial awareness, the liberating knowingness inherent in any situation.  Pointing out instructions are most often given to select aspirants with the fourth empowerment in any empowerment ceremony, but a teacher who has realized and thus embodies the higher teachings can spontaneously give them to anyone at any moment.  This usually happens in an unplanned fashion when the minds of the teacher and recipient directly meet.  However, at the time when I encountered Khamtrul Rinpoche and the Karmapa, I hadn’t heard about ‘pointing out instructions’, yet.  For me these meetings were just magical and memorable encounters.  I could feel their impact in the instant they happened, and even more so, I could sense that they produced indelible results as they strongly confirmed the nature of mind and what I had chosen as my life’s purpose and path. 

Overall, throughout phase one, I followed a freewheeling approach, taking teachings less like instructions in the ‘letter-of-the-law’ sense, but more like an inspiration, which encouraged many inner processes and some outer changes.  In terms of the ‘relationship’ with the Vajra Guru, throughout phase one I regarded and experienced Padmasambhava as separate from myself, almost like a god.  You could say that I mostly remained stuck in the style of the lower tantras, which conceive of the deity as separate and above or in front of oneself.   

In the actual chanting of the Vajra Guru or any other mantra, however, there often arose the palpable sense of ‘no separation’—only the presence of the mantra, rising from inside and echoing through the forest.  Through the chanting the inner and outer landscape sometimes was magically transformed into pure lands of enchantment.  The forest turned into a magical forest, the fields became open plains of realization, and the occasional wild apple tree along the meadow banks provided fruits of immortality—at least they tasted like that; no comparison to the tasteless cultivated apples bought at a supermarket.

The second phase was more about working for and with the dharma in the capacities of an administrator and translator (albeit not from the Tibetan) and overlaps roughly with my time and involvement at and with the Tibetan Center Hamburg and Tarthang Tulku’s Nyingma organizations in Berkeley, California.  Except for some group sessions at the Institute and my private intermittent practice as well as my teaching activity in Germany in the mid-1980s, the Vajra Guru mantra so to speak took more of a backseat.  Unfortunately, again with the exception of group sessions, even individual practice took a back seat.  I became more involved with and concerned about the politics of the center than actual practice.  This was a bad choice, but probably necessary as a personal development stage.

The romance with the dharma had thus given way to the illusion of being ‘real’ with it, when in some other sense I had become less—real with it, that is.  In a way I had become less real with all that is as well as less real even with myself.  I had donned the robe of ‘Vice President’ and ‘important translator’, not really noticing just yet how absolutely meaningless the ‘emperor’s clothes’ are when he remains essentially naked.

The third phase is still ongoing.  It started with meeting the late Lama Dawa, to the world also known as Acharya Dawa Chhodak Rinpoche, an accomplished tsalung yogi and siddha of several Nyingma as well as of his father’s Kagyu family lineage that goes back all the way to Milarepa’s ‘moon-like’ student Rechungpa.  In this third phase my mantra practice became more structured and I also started sharing with others again, after a hiatus of twelve years.  The disease of wanting to get involved Buddhist center politics also was shed for good.

In terms of my journey with the Vajra Guru mantra, after the first two, three years of enchantment (1974-1976), there came a lull.  The long hours of chanting while walking in the forest stopped, as they had served their purpose of reaffirming a deep bond of love and unbreakable connectedness.  In April 1976, I left the village and moved to the city. 

These things have to happen.   Life simply doesn’t allow us to hang on to anything beyond the point when its purpose has been served.  At least not, when we are somehow able to listen to life’s messages.  Even if we can’t see it, the dakinis and protectors are nudging us along, sometimes even pushing us.  As a result, my unfolding connection to the dharma started to manifest in less romanticizing forms. 

In the late 1970s I acted as Vice President of the Tibetan Center Hamburg, and my main focus there was on administrative duties, and in general on caring for Jangchup Choeling (as the Dalai Lama had named it) in whatever form required.  In terms of my own spiritual orientation within the vajrayana tradition, this created an interesting situation.  I did not feel any deep affinity with the place and its Gelugpa resident lama, the late Geshe Thubten Ngawang.  Sure, I felt good about what I did and what was being accomplished, but there was nothing that pulled me really in—no heart calling.  This monkish and learned Geshe business simply wasn’t along my lines.  Nevertheless, I served the place well and did a lot for helping it coming off the ground—basically full time while also attending some classes at the seminar for Indian and Tibetan Studies at the University of Hamburg.

The way I saw and explained the oddity of the situation with the Gelugpa center to myself in retrospect was that I owed it or the teachers connected with it a few years of my time and the President (who together with his wife had become close personal friends) my loyal friendship and support.  Eventually, when the time was up the moment the center had become more established, circumstances conspired to create a conflict and a rift in the personal friendship.  I tended my resignation, and left to never return. 

Again, this is only natural.  Sometimes, we have to fulfill obligations that we owe from a distant past that we cannot even remember.  The Tibetans call it Lenchak.  These are debts that were not accrued in this present life, but are maturing to be honored.  As I was to learn later, we can likewise repay them and transform this kind of karma by doing fire pujas and other kinds of offering ceremonies.

During the Hamburg years I also went to California and attended my first retreats at the Nyingma Insitute in Berkeley.  The ‘Vajra Guru’ bug was definitely still humming in my heart, actually ever more forcefully so.  Furthermore, from my point of view Tarthang Tulku stood out as the teacher whose books I liked most, and had begun to translate into German, as early as in 1976.

At the Institute, of course, the Vajra Guru mantra was omnipresent.  It was chanted in Kum Nye sessions as the main mantra.  It was chanted on every full moon night for two hours uninterruptedly.  Sometimes, especially after I had moved to live there full time, in February 1981, I wondered if this was not too much chanting, basically with only the most general of explanations being given.  However, it felt still so wonderful every time, to do just that: chant and feel the mantra, resonating inside, reverberating throughout the group, ebbing and flowing, radiating outward into known and unknown spaces.  One time, in a group retreat, we were sitting on a meadow in the shade, and with my inner eye I could clearly see Padmasambhava dancing a dance of unspeakable blessings.  For me this was a true vision, which I kept to myself.  Essentially, such experiences are nothing more but dreams within dreams and therefore not very important.  Nevertheless, they inspire us to continue.

In the basement of the Nyingma Institute, in its very belly so to speak, located between the kitchen wing and the class rooms under the main wing of the building, there was a small room with hardly any light that hosted one huge electricity powered prayer wheel.  It was my favorite spot in the entire Institute.  I retreated there often to do vase breathing practices and also Vajra Guru mantras.  The whirring sound of the continuously circling prayer wheel further empowered the inner energy circulation, or the mantra recitation.  This hidden chamber acted as the outer protective space for my secret inner battery charger.

In essence, even though I appeared to have become more ‘professional’ and thus more emotionally aloof in my attitude toward dharma and was projecting this superimposed new self-image to the world of ‘being cool’, fortunately the romance, or more precisely—the heart connection—continued to be alive and well.  To the discerning eye that can look through outer appearances, it was even growing. 

It was even silently under the surface growing during what I refer to as the ‘cocoon years’ of my life between 1987 and 1994, when I hardly practiced any formal dharma and was not visibly connected to any teacher or teaching. I was then living partially in a small town in southwestern Bavaria and somewhere in the Upper Westside of New York City, but not really belonging to either place. 

Even in those years of ‘no-dharma’ or revolt against dharma, the Vajra Guru Mantra sometimes broke through and started chanting itself (i.e.: making me chant it), especially at night, or at odd moments sitting in the regional train between Munich and Kempten or in the New York subway, or while in a bar watching the crowd doing what people do when in a bar.  During those years I was not connecting to anyone or anything.  I wasn’t even ‘here’.  In a way I owe an apology to many of the people I met during this period, especially to my lady-friends, as I was never really with them.  I never opened.  I was living in self-imposed isolation, which however wasn’t splendid at all.  But the Vajra Guru continued to interact with me through his mantra.  And Tarthang Tulku still sometimes appeared to me in dreams.  And even though I don’t remember any of these dreams, they were full of meaning to me, and every time it happened was a pointer and a relief.

In July and August 1998, I met Lama Dawa for the first few times in Oregon and California.  These encounters elevated the Vajra Guru connection to ‘a whole new level’, as a popular phrase would have it. 

Other than Lama Govinda who acted more like a mentor than a guru, or Tarthang Tulku who may have waited for my opening to him before fully engaging me (which as a result never happened due to my not providing this opening), Lama Dawa from the very beginning made it quite clear—through actions and gestures rather than by word—that he was more than willing and ready to work with me as a student.  This started right away in the first one-on-one meetings we had.  The second time I drove up from the Lake District in Northern California to meet him in the redwoods of Humboldt County, he had copied for me by his own hand a short text on the practice of one of the eight manifestations of Guru Rinpoche, together with the mantra.  He said that I should keep it with me, always.  Naturally I still have this sadhana text in his handwriting.  

Lama Dawa, in his understated, and often non-verbal communications demonstrated that I had every right to consider myself as belonging to the Vajra Guru family, rather than as outsider who is trying to become part of it.  Being ‘part of the family’, however, in this case does not infer that one belongs to an elite club of the select few.  It feels more like accessing a larger energy field, rooted in compassion and impartiality.  Exclusivity is not the idea, omnipresent inclusivity is.  Love and compassion need to flow; wisdom commands to be demonstrated in action.  No guru worth his or her salt tolerates spiritual arrogance for too long.

Many things changed in the way I practiced mantra, after I had met Lama.  For example, for almost twenty-five years (1974 to 1998), I had done Vajra Guru mantra recitations without counting.  No one had ever told me to do so.  Even after I had bought my first mala (prayer beads) while in Bodh Gaya in 1975, I only used it to help me concentrate, but not to count how many mantras I was doing. 

Lama Dawa did not even have to suggest that I buy one again (as at the time of meeting him I had none).  I saw him using a mala, and so I got myself one and started using it.  I saw him keeping track of his mantra count with the help of counters attached to the mala.  So, I did that, too.  In terms of Vajra Guru mantra practice the first thing he recommended was that I do 1.300.000 of them—in India we call this thirteen lakhs (13 times one-hundred thousand).  It took me roughly one and half years to complete them.

The times were wonderful.  I could live in a world of dharma magic again, this time in South India (but with a better sense of being grounded than in the initial phase of the 1970s).  Work flowed easy.  I was coauthoring books, also doing the occasional translation into German, plus some manuscript editing.  I started sharing in small groups again, mostly on word of mouth basis.  There hasn’t been any marketing so far—no dharma business just yet, and maybe such will never materialize.  Although I love to share my life experience and my forty-five years of experience with the Vajra Guru mantra, I am still shying away from creating an organization.  I have seen where this may lead.

For the past two, three years a new, fourth, phase has set in.  I have not fully comprehended its message and direction of purpose.  So I cannot say much beyond the fact that the process seems to go ever deeper and—in an immaterial way—also wider.

What have these forty-five years yielded, you ay ask?  What is the fruit? 

Let me answer this question with the introductory invocation Thinley Norbu wrote for his book Magic Dance:

I bow to my own Wisdom Mind,
which is my best wisdom teacher,
the source of all visible and invisible qualities.
Sentient beings are always in time and place.
If sentient beings are in time,
my wisdom teacher dances magically in time.
If sentient beings are in place,
my wisdom teacher dances magically in place.
If really examined you never remain anywhere.
You are only display.
To whatever never remains,
to you, my best wisdom teacher, I bow.[4]

Through the love, compassion and blessings of the teachers in the flesh that I have been fortunate to meet the Vajra Guru mantra provided a key to me to meet this best of wisdom teachers.  It didn’t happen over night, but it happened.

And this is by no means the end of the story.









[1] Yeshe Tsogyal, Tarthang Tulku ed., Padmasambhava Comes to Tibet, Berkeley, 2009, p. 203
[2] See: Lama Anagarika Govinda, Foundations of Tibetan Mysticism, London & New York, 1960; and Lama Anagarika Govinda, The Way of the White Clouds, London & New York, 1966
[3] I refrain from adding ‘His Eminence [H.E.] or His Holiness [H.H.] or even only ‘Venerable’ [Ven.] to the names of these extraordinary beings and others like them, doing so actually as a sign of my respect.  It could just be that deep respect requires less formality than is ordinarily assumed and instead more heart, and more action.
[4] Thinley Norbu, Magic Dance—The Display of the Self Nature of the Five Wisdom Dakinis, Boston, 1998