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Very good. Vajra and
bell. You have to admire the devotion of these Lamas. I believe that the
prohibition against losing the seed is also silly, since I had true tantric
realization of emptiness for the first time during fucking a girl for the fifth
time in the same day when we were both too tired to think any longer. It was
truely awesome, two bodies, and one empty soul between. I'll never forget it.
Thanks.
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Sent: Friday, May 13, 2005 12:03 PM
Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re:
Individuality: Outward Projection vs. Inner Subjective Sense of No Indiv.
Do
Lundy, you'd love Drukpa Kunlegs, the Divine Madman. Here's the
story of the enlightenment of Apa (more at http://www.keithdowman.net/books/dm.htm)
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Apa's
Refuge in Sex
On
his return from the Long Rong valley, the Lama entered an arid region which he
named Lokthang Kyamo (Arid Land). Here he met an old man called Apa Gaypo
Tenzin. The old man's sons had left home and all but his youngest daughter had
married and gone to their husbands' homes, leaving him bored and with nothing
to do except follow his devotions. He prostrated at the Lama's
feet.
'I am most fortunate to meet you,' he told the
Lama. 'My elder sons have established their own homes, my youngest son has
entered a monastery, and my daughters have married. I am bored with life and
need the teaching that will prepare me for death. Please instruct
me.'
'Yah! Yah!' said Kunley pensively. 'I will teach
you a Refuge Prayer` which you must recite whenever you think of me. There is
one stricture which accompanies it - never discuss it with anyone.' And he
taught the old man this Refuge which gives release from samsara.
'I
take refuge in an old man's chastened penis, withered at
the
root,
fallen like a dead tree;
I take refuge in an old woman's flaccid
vagina, collapsed,
impenetrable, and
sponge-like;
I take refuge in the virile young tiger's Thunderbolt, rising
proudly,
indifferent to death;
I
take refuge in the maiden's Lotus, filling her with rolling
bliss
waves, releasing her from shame
and inhibition.'
'Remember to recite this Refuge whenever I enter your mind,' repeated the
Lama.
'I thank you with all my heart,' Apa Gaypo said
fervently. 'Now please teach me a prayer that will strengthen my aspiration.'
The Lama taught him this:
'The branches of the
Great Eastern Tree grow and grow,
But the foliage's spread depends on the
tree's roots' extent.
Drukpa Kunley's penis head may stick, stick in a
small vagina,
But tightness depends upon the size of the penis.
Apa
Gaypo's urge to gain Buddhahood is strong, so strong,
But the scale of his
achievement depends upon the strength of his
devotion.'
'Keep this prayer in your mind!' Kunley
directed him.
The old man returned home. 'Did you meet
the Lama?' his daughter asked him. 'Did you receive his
instruction?'
'He gave me a Prayer of Refuge which I
learned by heart,' he replied.
'You are neither
intelligent nor educated,' said his daughter. 'Was it short and concise?
Please repeat it for us.'
Apa folded his palms in prayer
and began, 'I take refuge in an old man's chastened penis. . .' and so on, in
exactly the way that the Lama had taught him. His daughter ran away in
embarrassment.
'Are you crazy!' demanded his wife. 'A
Buddha Lama's words are always quite pure. Either you misunderstood the Lama
or you have forgotten what he told you. And even if you have remembered the
words correctly, it is shameful to imitate the Lama. You must never repeat
this in front of the children!'
'The Lama told me to
repeat it whenever I thought of him,' Apa insisted, 'and that I will
do.'
Later, when the family was gathered for their
evening meal, Apa folded his hands and again repeated the prayer.'The old man
has gone mad,' they whispered to each other, and taking their bowls with them
they left the table, so that when Apa reopened his eyes he was alone. When his
wife returned she told him that he must stay in a room apart if he persisted
in his madness. Apa insisted that he would continue even at the cost of his
life, so the hayloft in the roof of the house was prepared as his room of
confinement, and he moved in there and continued to pray day and
night.
About a month later on the evening of the full
moon, strains of lute and piccolo were heard through the house. Apa's wife,
unable to hear her husband's voice in prayer, grew apprehensive, thinking that
perhaps he was crying and moaning in nervous depression. 'Go take your father
some chung [beer],' she told her daughter.
The girl went
up to the loft with the chung and found only a heaped quilt on the bed. She
threw off the quilt and found a sphere of rainbow light with the syllable AH
in the centre of it, shining white and radiant.
'Apa!
Apa! Apa has gone! Come quickly!' she screamed in superstitious
dread.
When the family and neighbours had gathered, the
sphere of light flew off into the western sky, trailing behind it the voice of
the old man. 'Drukpa Kunley has delivered me into the Potala Mountain Paradise
of the Bodhisattva of Compassion. You prudish people must stay here! Give the
Lokthang Kyamo to the Lama as an offering.'
When the
Lama visited that house, he built a stupa over the spot where Apa had died and
put the old man's rosary inside as a relic. Later the abbot Ngawong Chogyal
built a monastery around the stupa, and today that monastery is called the
Khyimed Temple.
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