Sunday 3 March 2013


Aloha.   All is not what it seems as science and NASA are questioned.

BRIGHT COMET PAN-STARRS: Comet Pan-STARRS (C/2011 L4) is now inside the orbit of Mercury, brightening as it plunges toward the sun. Observers in the southern hemisphere report say they can see Pan-STARRS with the unaided eye in the evening sunset sky. Carl Gruber photographed the comet on March 2nd over the city lights of Melbourne, Australia:

"Despite bad light and smog pollution, the comet's nucleus was clearly visible to the naked eye as well as a small part of the tail," says Gruber. Light curves show the comet is approaching 2nd magnitude, about as bright as the stars of the Big Dipper.

today's Quote: "There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe in what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true."  Soren Kierkegaard

Looking at my profile it mentions the 1967 writings and although some of my readers may be familiar with the origin may I please do a little history of these and other early pioneers I grew up with.

Many readers maybe be familiar with the Gurus, Eastern Masters and so forth,however there are a number of Western teachers who added to their mix, Rudolph Steiner, Alice Bailey, Madam Blavatsky, Joel Goldsmith, Henry Thomas Hamblin, Brother Mandus, Teilhard de Chardin and many others.

In 1967 I had a two friends Rina and Roy Morris, they were my early spiritual mentors, and we travelled many paths together. Rina was a 'injured ballerina' and joined the London Palladium dancers and when I used to come back from the Arsenal home games, I would go to the Morris's where I had tea and supper with Roy and we would pick up Rina from the show late at night.   The Morris's lived near Highbury.

London Palladium
Simba was the name of their dog and one night when we all came home at about 02.30 we all jumped as we saw a shape in a bombed out house old frame doorway, we all felt a shiver as we went to it and Simba growled and her hackles rose. Yet no one appeared to be there.  We did see a shape but could not define it.

Two weeks on I visited the Morris's and they had the shape.  They had been down to Emile Bourne's Buddhist Vihara in Monmouth Street, in the West End and seen a poster advertising a Tibetan Monastery in Southern Scotland named Samye Ling and in an old house named Johnstone House.

The  above and this as The old Johnstone house before Samye Ling was built on this site.
The shape was that of Chogyam Trungpa Riponshe the Abbot of this monastery and the robe and hat he was adorned with.  A long story follows.  My friends thought this was a message for me to go there, I was reluctant.  Then a friend named David McIntosh a great Judo ka , taking over from me as I was retiring from Judo came to me and said do I know anyone of the name of Shindo, had dark curly hair, a scar on the left shoulder and walked with a slight limp.  He was describing me. Shindo was my name given by Sensei to me. The limp accident at football, scar was from an operation on shoulder blade, hair was curly.

Why was this asked to me and I confirmed it was me. Mac said he was looking for a B&B in Eskdalemuir as he was on the hunt for premises as a glass blower and the then Post Office had given him a contract to manufacture glass tubes for early laser experiments.

He knocked at the door of Johnstone House and a weirdo so said Mac, later to find out they were Lamas, said he could stay, and in the morning gave him this description to ask round in London Judo Circles. I said it was me, and that Roy must have told him, he said he had never heard of him and I knew Roy and Rina did not know Mac.  No one not even Emil would have known.  I was told told by folks at the monastery they had been called, and said that many 'old souls' were being gathered for a job ahead, and the Lamas knew how to contact them by divination.

So I was urged to go there, I was reluctant, however it grew on me. I went to book a ticket I think at Kings Cross, the ticket office said they had no bookings as it was Christmas and Hogmanay, I was told to try Victoria Coach Station [National Express now]  they were full as well.  Going back on the tube to the ticket office at Kings Cross, a  clerk rushed out and said they had a cancellation.  I was sure then I had to go.  How many ticket clerks would remember a customer, it was busy as well.

I knew instinctively to take three white scarves and honey pots. 

Samye Ling as of now.
The train journey was tiring a long steam train overnight, met at Christmas Time 1967 at a cold Lockerbie station in which five of us alighted to be met by an old car and transported 15 miles to the house.  I did not know the other travellers.  Then first Lama I met was the Tibetan Artist Sheralbeden Beru, I do not know why I greeted him with a white scarf and pot of honey, poked my tongue out touched foreheads, the scarf I put across outstretched arms.  I then met a young Lama who spoke English, he took me to my room.  The room is behind the tree in the first and in second picture above the porch, third window on the right.  There were Buddha's in there and snarling grimacing images, and it was explained that the meditation room was not finished yet downstairs, so the Buddha's etc, were housed temporarily in here.  Meditation  room at right on entering porch.

I was told the place had many rats and was haunted and asked not to do an exorcism as by meditation the ghosts would go and find another venue beneficial to their condition.  A mattress was on the floor with blankets and that's where I slept. On settling down and propping myself up by the wall, I felt to meditate as I was tired and cold.  Immediately I felt as if I was being pulled through the wall. As a scientist I looked to see if there was metal in the wall and so on, and my metal belt and buckle was not responsible for this.  I found it was a lathe and plaster wall.  It got so uncomfortable I went down stairs and bumped into the young Lama Jamdra and told him, most embarrassingly of the event.  He said the Abbots room was behind mine down a few steps into a corridor.   See top photo, just see an extension, slightly lower. I asked if I could see him. Jamdra said I would have to wait several weeks as he was busy and so on.

In exile in India, Trungpa began his study of English. In 1963, with the assistance of sympathetic westerners, he received a Spaldingsponsorship to study Comparative Religion at St Antony's College, Oxford, part of Oxford University, in England.[7][8] In 1967 he andAkong Rinpoche were invited by the Johnstone House Trust in Scotland to take over a meditation center on the departure of the westernTheravadan monk named Anandabodhi, which then became Samye Ling, the first Tibetan Buddhist monastery in the West. At this monastery in Scotland, future actor and musician David Bowie [9] was one of Chogyam Trungpa's meditation pupils. In 1970, after a break with his fellow lama Akong Tulku Rinpoche, Trungpa moved to the United States at the invitation of several students.
Shortly after his move to Scotland, a variety of experiences, including a car accident that left him partially paralyzed on the left side of his body, led Trungpa to the decision to give up his monastic vows and work as a lay teacher.[10] This decision was principally motivated by the intention to undercut the temptation of students becoming distracted by exotic cultures and dress, and by their preconceptions of how a guru should behave.[10] He drank, smoked, slept with students, and often kept students waiting for hours before giving teachings. Much of his behavior has been asserted as deliberately provocative and sparked controversies that continue to this day. In one account, he encouraged students to give up smoking marijuana claiming that the smoking was not of benefit to their spiritual progress, and that it exaggerated neurosis. Students were often angered, unnerved and intimidated by him, but many remained fiercely loyal, committed, and devoted.

Akong Tulku Riponshe
I then met Akong Tulku Riponshe an gave him a scarf and honey pot. I did put out my tongue and touched forehead to forehead as well. I knew to do this instinctively.
The Dzungars invaded Tibet in 1717, deposed Ngawang Yeshey Gyatso, which met with widespread approval, and killed Lha-bzang Khan.
However, they soon began to loot, rape and kill throughout Lhasa, destroying Tibetan goodwill towards them.
They also viciously destroyed a small force sent by Emperor Kangxi in 1718 to support clear traditional trade routes.

Many Nyingmapa and Bonpos were executed and Tibetans visiting Dzungar officials were forced to stick their tongues out so the Dzungars could tell if the person recited constant mantras (which was said to make the tongue black or brown).
This allowed them to pick the Nyingmapa and Bonpos, who recited many magic-mantras.
This habit of sticking one's tongue out as a mark of respect on greeting someone has remained a Tibetan custom until recent times.

So sticking your tongue out is to proof that you are not doing black magic and therefore can be trusted to some level, for at least, you are not going to cast some nasty spell the next time you get angry at someone...

It is similar to shaking hands. When we shake hands, we show that there is no weapon in our arm.

Same with saluting with the hand, as they also do in the army, showing that you are not holding a weapon.

Same also with raising our glasses up and making them come in contact. As it was the custom in the older days in Europe to do that with pewter wine cups and make wine spill into each other's cup to prove that no poison was placed in anyone's arms.
 The young Lama then said, Abot will see you now.
I rushed upstairs in a panic grabbed another scarf, the last one as of the honey, walked or stumbled down the stairs, knocked on his door and entered, I knew not to come to close and spread the scarf and honey near his feet.  He was most charming and was looking all around me. I asked him if he saw auras and he declined to give a definite answer.

Chogyam Trungpa Riponshe.  Both  of the Akong and Trungpa were when they  were older.  
I arrived Thursday of December 1967 and on Christmas eve  I was awoken by high energy and buzzing and had to write by candlelight, there was little electricity and wiring problems, I always carried foolscap paper and for several hours wrote down 8 sheets both sides of the '1967' writings , where they came from to this day I do not know.

I was so embarrassed, shocked and confused by these outlandish  so it seemed information.  I rushed downstairs and showed them to Akong, a man of few words, and he put his hand on them and said after a long pause ' not now, too soon, show others later, maybe three or four years'.

Then in 1968 I had a vision of Trungpa in a gold dressing gown and I took leave to go to the monastery, I sensed it was important. When I arrived there was a chap there named Arthur Smith and young lady named Vana, I told them I had got this image of Trungpa, they said he had a car accident in Newcastle.  Vana said he had obviously called for me. We went to Newcastle General Hospital and found he had a stroke. He found it hard to talk. Vana could somehow almost telepathies with him.  He somehow knew I could move any muscle without moving the limbs by mind control, I still can by the way.  I did this and he could somehow sense how to do it. I understood it helped him in his partial recovery. I found him, kind, loving and understanding, that was to be our last meeting.

Then 1969 I went to Samye Ling, Trungpa was not there nor Akong and Ato Riponshe from Cambridge came and asked me to just ring a bell for meditation and general duties, as he had to return to Cambridge, I believe he married the Bishop Of Cambridge's daughter. 
Venerable Ato Rinpoche (b.1933) is a most generous and refined teacher who is fluent in English.
Rinpoche is regarded as a realized master of both Mahamudra and Maha Ati.  Recognised by the 11th Tai Situ as the eighth incarnation of the Tenzin Tulkus, he is fully trained in the teachings and practices of both the Kagyu and Nyingmapas. 
In 1959 after leaving Tibet for India, His Holiness Dalai Lama placed him in charge of a monastery housing teachers of all four lineages. In 1976 he married and moved to Cambridge, England where he lives with his wife and daughter. He worked as a nurse at Fulbourn Psychiatric Hospital, Cambridge, until his retirement in 1981.

Ato Riponshe
 After returning to London and back to work I got connected to Findhorn.  It was going to Findhorn in 1971, I drove off  the main  road for 15 miles to go to Samye Ling, got to the gate and a large hand seemed to block my way. I knew this was the end of an era in my journey, got back in the car and drove to Findhorn.

PS. David Bowie was in a car with a few Lamas and myself in 1968 on our way back from Langholm when six UFO type saucers flew over a hill and hovered there, the Lamas asked us not to look as they were our space brothers and holy ones, I did look, I was driving and they stayed there for a full 15 minutes, before slowly drifting and then bolting to infinity.  

Next blog will be a synopsis of the 1967 of the writings and some of the proofs and prophesies, that have come to pass and those to arrive.

Thank you for allowing me to share this.

In gratefulnesses and joy. Geoff

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