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Start by pressing the button below! Box Ithaca, NY www. Copyright Tsultrim Allione No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher. Includes bibliographical references p.
ISBN alk. Buddhist women-China-Tibet-Biography. Tibet China Biography. Allione, Tsultrim, II. W65 In Tibet we found that women practiti9ners were frequently more diligent and dedicated than men. I am very pleased to see the publication of Women of Wisdom, which provides ample evidence to that effect. Tsultrim Allione's work should not be regarded as As Tears Go By - The Rolling Stones - Big Hits (High Tide And Green Grass) feminism.
This collection of stories is a great contribution to spreading the understanding ofTibetan Buddhism in the West. He also patiently helped me with this book from beginning to end. I would also like to acknowledgeThinley Norbu Rinpoche, whom I have not yet met, but whose teachings have been illuminating. I want to express special thanks to my parents, who have provided a platform of generous love and support over the years of my search and who did their best to understand my process and give me the space to find my own way.
My mother, Ruth, gave me her love of spiritual and intellectual exploration and openness to alternative ways of seeing life, and my father, James, gave me his grounded and practical advice along the way and also helped with the writing of the book, based on his years of La Ballata DellErede (Instrumental) - Kappa-O - Kappa-O vs De Andrè in journalism.
I would also like to acknowledge my sister, Carolyn Rousmaniere, who has been a soul sister as well as a blood sister. I especially wish to thank my friends, who have spanned continents and endured over years of separation. They have given me support of inestimable value. In the beginning stages of this book I was given amazing support and encouragement from Christine Sarfaty, Penny Bernstein and Jim Rousmaniere. I also want to thank Claire Warburton for typing and assistance in the hot sweaty summer.
Thanks to James Low for his Χάσαμε (Με την Ελπίδα) - Κώστας Χατζής - Οι Μεγάλες Στιγμές Live 1965-1979 reading and response to the book. I also want to thank those who helped me in Manali: the wife of the late Abo Rinpoche and my Dharma sister, Urgyen Chodron, and her children who helped with the translation; Thinley Chodron and Gelek Namgyel, as well as Phoebe Harper and Gegyen Khentse, a true saint.
My gratitude goes to Harish Budhraj, whom I call uthe Bodhisattva of Delhi" and who helped me in difficult moments. I would like to extend my humble thanks and respects to the Buddhas, Dakinis and Dharma Protectors who made my travels go smoothly, brought Tell Me So - Bikini Kill - Pussy Whipped the right people and the right books at the right time and provided me with energy and perseverance while this book was being born.
May they continue to guide this work to those whom it will benefit! May any mistakes or omissions be forgiven and may all beings abide in a natural state of luminosity and wisdom without limits! She was a woman of wisdom in her own way, in her own time.
She was the fourth woman in history to receive a doctorate from Radcliffe College. Her field was philosophy and she was a friend ofWilliam James and Kahlil Gibran, Song Of The Seas - Vangelis - Oceanic (Best From Meditation) greatly admired her and drew a portrait of her.
She was a free thinker and did not plan to marry, having decided to Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen herself to an intellectual life. She taught at Wellesley, Mount Holyoke and Smith Colleges and was so dearly loved by her students that they still came to visit her when she was in her eighties. In those days, women had to choose between marriage and a career. My grandfather was also a philosopher, a financial genius and a very eccentric person. He used to answer the telephone by crowing like a rooster.
He kept snakes in his pockets, alligators in the bathtub, tortoises in the back yard of their home, and he gave my mother a bear for a pet. They had three daughters; Mary, Abigail, and Ruth. My mother, the youngest daughter, Ruth, shared her mother's love of ideas and her independent spirit. She walked all over southern Russia with a girlfriend when she was nineteen and got her pilot's license a few years later and then worked as a labor mediator.
My Way Of Giving - Chris Farlowe - His Greatest Hits gave up a fascinating career in labor relations to marry my father, a small-town newspaper publisher, and have children.
She did, however, imbue in my sister, my brother and myself a love of intellectual exploration and artistic and Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen beauty. I do not think her decision to marry was easy for her, either. I remember her 14 Women of Wisdom desperate pleas at our chaotic dinner table for an "elevated conversation.
I suppose with these women in my lineage" it is not surprising that when I was nineteen I left my university studies and began an uncharted spiritual quest which eventually led me to write this book In Junewhen I was nineteen, my friend from the University of Colorado and spiritual sister, Victress Hitchcock, and I flew from San Francisco to Hong Kong to join her parents, who were in the diplomatic corps in Calcutta.
We traveled by boat from Hong Kong to Bombay, and there we were taken ashore by small boats, which left us at the bottom of a long flight of wide stone steps.
As Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen walked up these steps I felt that I had finally arrived in a place where I could find true wisdom. We stayed with Victress's parents in Calcutta for the monsoon. One day, as we were exploring the upper stories of a house in Kathmandu, we went out onto a balcony, and in the distance I saw a small hill at the top of which was a white dome topped by a golden spire.
It looked like something from a fairy tale, glittering invitingly in the bright sunlight. We were told that this was called The Monkey Temple" as it was inhabited by wild monkeys; but its real name was Swayambhu, which means "self-sprung.
We were told that during the summer there were predawn processions from Kathmandu to Swayambhu and we decided to try to get up early enough to join one of these. We rose the next day long before dawn and, when we stumbled bleary-eyed into the streets, we joined in a very bizarre parade consisting of Nepalese of all ages screaming songs and making noise with anything they had on hand from battered trumpets to tin drums.
We were told that all this noise was to wake up the gods so that they would not forget to make the rice grow. We walked through the 11 11 11 11 Preface 15 narrow stone and dirt streets of the city over a bridge and then up to the base of the hill, where we began a steep ascent. We staggered up the hundreds of stone steps hardly aware of the ancient stone Buddhas, prayer flags and wild monkeys that surrounded us. It was beginning to get hot even at that hour.
We were breathless and sweating as we stumbled up the last steep steps and practically fell upon the biggest vajra thunderbolt scepter that I have ever seen. Behind this vajra was the vast, round, white dome of the stupa, like a full solid skirt, at the top of which were two giant Buddha eyes wisely looking out over the peaceful valley which was just beginning to come alive.
We wandered around this stupa amidst the singing, banging Nepalese and the humming Tibetans who were circumambulating the stupa spinning the prayer wheels which line the lower portion of the round dome. It is a long, deep, whirrip. I was so moved by this place that I took a small hut on the neighboring hill, Kim dol, 2 and began to rise very early in the morning and make the rounds of the Tibetan monasteries on Swayambhu hill as they were chanting their morning rituals and having their first cups of Tibetan tea.
There was one monastery which attracted me particularly. It was the one right near the stupa, and I used to linger there, sitting in an out-of the-way comer at the back of the temple. One day I arrived early in the morning as usual and found they had left a little carpet there for me to sit on and a cup of the morning tea. From that day onward the little carpet was always waiting for me, and one of the monks, Gyalwa, who became my friend, always made sure I had tea.
It was as if the monks understood my bond with the place and the irresistible pull I felt from the stupa. As I sat there I felt as though part of myself, which had up until then remained empty, was being filled. A joyful sense of being in the blessings whi"ch were almost tangibly present began to steal over me. Although I had no intellectual reference points for this experience, later, after years of formal training in meditation, I realized that this was "beginner's mind,"3 16 Women of Wisdom ;md that the direct connection with the nbliss waves"4 sent forth by great lamas held the secret of my search.
One cannot force or Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen a spiritual experience, because it is as delicate as the whisper of the wind. But one can purify one's motivation, one's body, and train oneself to cultivate it. Because we come from a culture which teaches us that there is always something external to be obtained which will lead us Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen fulfillment, we lose contact with our innate wisdom: As the Indian Tantric Buddhist saint Saraha says in one of his do has poems expressing the essence of his understanding : Though the house-lamps have been lit, The blind live on in the dark.
Though spontaneity is all-encompassing And dose, to the deluded it remains Always far away. Frant. Liszt*, Orchestr Berlínské Filharmonie*, Gener.
Hud. Fed. Erich Kleiber* - Tarantella, Venezi we traveled third class without tickets and hitch-hiked all the way across Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen India, stopping at Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen Tibetan refugee camps or staying with hospitable Indians on our way.
When we arrived in Dharamsala, the Dalai Lama's headquarters, he went to stay in a monastery with two lamas, Geshe Rabten and Gonsar Tulku. I, as a woman, had to stay down in the town. I had almost no money, so I stayed in a room made out of flattened kerosene tins papered with old newspapers.
I had no sleeping bag, and Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen it was November it was already freezing at night in the mountains. I bought a blanket and a: piece of cloth of equal size, sewed them together and stuffed the middle with newspaper.
But the wind still whistled through the walls, and the rats who shared my room chose to move around at night, so I began to get up at four in the morning to circumambulate the Dalai Lama's residence with the devoted Tibetans who did this before beginning their work day. I had never been happier in my life. After several weeks, Sawamura came and told me that there was a fasting ceremony beginning the next day which we could attend.
I decided to do this, not realizing that we would not only fast, eating Preface 17 only Goodnight - Steve Dobrogosz - Golden Slumbers every two days, but we would also be doing thousands of prostrations on the freezing floor every few hours and hardly sleeping at all. After five days I was called for an appointment with a high lama whom I had requested to see about studying mandala painting.
He told me it would take at least a year to learn one mandala, and then at the end of my interview he said to me that the time I spent doing spiritual practice was the only time which Alieno&Octopus - Quell Figure - Adron Kislen have any lasting value.
This now seems obvious to me, but as I had no understanding of the path at that time, this statement struck 'me and I thought about it for a long time.
Someone else said to me during this period: ncut off your hair, hang it on the wall and contemplate impermanence. These two statements planted the seeds for what was to follow and I contemplated them when I returned to the West. With the Tibetans I found a living esoteric tradition that had been carefully transmitted from teacher to disciple, without interruption, for centuries. The Tibetans also had an intelligence and a sense of joy and humor that I had never encountered before. After six months in India we returned to Nepal, and as my parents had sent me a ticket I decided to return to the West.
When I was on my way to the airport, Gyalwa, my friend from the Swayambhu monastery, appeared at a crossroads in Kathmandu. He pressed a string of mantra beads made ofbodhi seeds and a picture ofSwayambhu hill into my hands. It was as if he knew that these would help to bring me back to what I had discovered there.
When I was back in the United States I recited the mantras I had learned from the Tibetans using this string of beads. This helped me to keep in contact with the blessings of the Tibetan lamas, but I was still homesick for "my mountain.
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