The Story of the Spirit Traveler

 

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“It all began millions of years ago upon the mountains where we stand here now. The universe was interconnected beyond the concepts of duality. ….” – I’ve heard a deep voice say as I got up to look around.

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I was in another realm, a parallel universe as you might say. Everything around me seemed exalted in its perfection and the ground was covered with shimmering crystals. Yet somehow, I knew this was home. 

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The perfect society in which everyone had genuinely good wishes for each other, knew their duties and responsibilities, and carried out their work skillfully. I knew who I was. 

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They called me Rikyak Lhamo [Tibetan: Goddess of Excellent Awareness], an embodiment of enlightened female essence from the padme [lotus] family. My joys and aspirations grew here like flower fountains filled with the nectar of eternal youth. 

I was a teacher.

“Have you heard of the ancient Shambhala prophecy?” – the voice said as I noticed a figure approaching me. 

The vision faded as quickly as it appeared. I must have dozed off in the afternoon sun. Slowly, I got up and started heading down the hiking trail back towards my car.

Everything seemed the same, yet somewhat my mind was clearer. Also, I couldn’t help hearing the buzzing mantra sound. 

 

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OM MANI PADME HUNG

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[...to be continued...]