A Rice Blessing:

A Rice Blessing:

This is a response to a request for healing for “someone, who is having serious surgery today”:

While you read this, please open your heart and send prayers to a beautiful and gentle woman…..

It is also a “Give away” from my Spirits for all of you to use when needed.

– – a pinch of uncooked Rice

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Dear H.R.I.

As promised, I did a shamanic journey in order to find out how best to help your friend “Patty”

My Spirits told me to tell you, that you can help her, by giving her a Rice Blessing.

Yes, YOU!!

Because I am not in F. And you can get to her in the hospital and you can do it right there.

How?

Well, Get some Rice, a hand full. Yes, any odd uncooked Rice will do.

Get a small container with clear water for Blessings.

Ritually cleanse both these things with sound

A tingsha bell, singing bowl….. even a gentle song on a guitar will do it.

Have none of these? Take a wine glass and snip against it’s rim with your finger…..

Sing, humm, chant over it – or say a mantra….. to invocate your items.

Ask it to help you bless Patty and to help her heal.

Then go to her with the Rice in a little dish and also a little vase of Water.

Put it on her night stand and say “Hello” from me and the Spirits 😉

Then take a small pinch of Rice and touch her gently on the following places of her body while –  maybe saying : Blessings of health and healing – or your mantra… or whatever comes to mind, that will be of help to her….

Gently touch her with your pinch of Rice on the top of her head, then

on her third eye spot, on the fore head,

on the eyes right first,

ears,right first

mouth,

her throat…

Next on her right shoulder, then left shoulder,

right armpit, then left armpit,

VERY gently on the Breast area affected

Now discard the rice – wastepaper basket of a piece of paper, so you can take it away and burn it is even better.

NOW Repeat the process with a fresh pinch of Rice

Head first and then all the way to her left arm pit.

THEN Leave OUT the affected side and only bless the good Breast side and move on down to the heart,

then Solar plexus,

then genital area, No worries, you can do this above her bead spread/ blanket……

next spot is her thighs, right first, then left,

Right knee, then left,

right foot, then left,

Below her = the ground or end of bed…..

Then discard the Rice you used.

Then touch her with a drop of water the very same way, you did with the Rice:

A little drop on each spot and a bigger one where the healing of the surgery needs to take place……

Let her say a little prayer for her healing, say one with her.

Big Hugs, you  have done well.:)

Get rid of the used Rice but leave her the Water, so she can bless herself with it whenever she needs it.

Heart felt Blessings to both of you and all, who are involved!

Mi-Shell

At Home with my Nepali Drum :)

So, as you guys know, we are home now.

The drum currently resides right on top of our Family Altar. 

It now also has a White Swan feather……..

You will find out, why 🙂

The day after getting home we went to our Tree of Life and I took the drum along, to show it, where it lives now. Of course I played it and chanted….

Peter affixed one of our Nepali welcome scarves onto our Tree

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Do not be fooled by the nice sunshine on the picture: it is – 4 centigrade.

I must say, I find it fascinating that a shaman, while in trance still can wield so much control over the rhythms he/she drums…..

My Spirits usually instruct how I drum and that again is dependant on what situation, what patient, what kind of problem they are dealing with – And yes, they are dealing with the problem, not me. I am GONE!!!!! I am not I!! Just some hollow bone – or bony rack …..;)

They do not keep me on a strict drumming schedule, although I know, certain “dealings” or “treatments”call for, go with certain rhythms and chants and that may be similar from patient to patient, but never a set formula.

Now of course I want to try this out!:)

Do the teachings of these rhythms “come through the drum into me, because, this is, how Nepali shamans do it?

But I am not Nepali and the Gods and Spirits i  am bound to are quite different…. what will happen??

Well…. I tell you , what happened….

I tried last night.

As long as I was in OC = ordinary consciousness, no problem drumming the way Bhola taught. Then quickly however the trance comes and to maintain it I drummed  about 180 to 200 beats a minute,. My question was, “How should I handle this drum and use these teachings.??

Crazzzzzzzy but true, I found myself in the courtyard of Swayambhunath!

Talking to the very Monkey, that is seen on our pictures sitting on the large bronze Varya.

Well…. That is probably, because just an hour before my little exercise I had written up that blog post and sorted in the appropriate pictures…. But that is, how it goes. The Monkey, whom back in Nepal I had fed some peanuts, “transmitted” in pictures and voice:

It is all Peanuts to me! (they were dropping onto the drum making the fast rhythmic sound…)

Ask the Goats! (The ones making up the Drum skin )They are happy you are not hanging them on the wall!”

Bhola’s head appeared on the shimmering light behind the Monkey. “Some people perform (being a shaman) some people drum (like a shaman) some people are …?????(a word that I did not understand, but it’s meaning was evident) and they fall of the (viewpoint over Kathmandu ) and fly away…….

The instant that was “transmitted” I felt myself whisked away and on the bushy Yak tail flew sirrrrrrrselllling through fast moving air, high over the city, through fast approaching dusk and night with shimmering lights below and then high across the hills and snowy mountains. I again was accompanied by a Being half a White Swan, half a –  this time young woman….. (One  of the Swan Maidens of my Ada’s culture…)

Eventually I ended up safe and sound on my own Reindeer fur at home…… Yes, and as soon as I was “sort of back there” I tried to remember, what to drum now and how to hold the drum and what not…. My brain was EMPTY!!!

I had to look it up in my notes but could not find them and when I did could not comprehend, what they meant…

Not right away anyway…

THAT however is a typical sign for a full Theta trance… At least for me…..

Sooo, what do you think?

Should I now go practice these specific rhythms and see where that leads? It would be interesting….

Or – should I just “fly”??

Will you now go and “test-drive” these rhythms – and tell us here, what you experienced???????

That would be nice!!!!!

And Yes, Bhola, if you ever read this, can you say, comment on this, add another piece to the puzzle?

Thanks! 🙂

A Nepali Drum for me :)

In our ritual room we discovered, that Bhola had drums for us to choose from 🙂

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Nepali double sided shaman’s drums.

There were several, but not for long…..

2 smaller ones were taken immediately.

I held out my left all feeling hand and – there was one that had A LOT of Power. 

No, Bhola said, that is my spare drum….

No wonder!

There was another one, that stood out, because it was all black and had a lower tone than toe 2 or 3 others. Actually that means, that the skin is just a little more loose…. In this weather – it had been raining buckets since the last 2 days; the Monsoon just not letting up this year…

but back to the drum: I will take this drum back to Canada, where we have to heat our homes for more than 7 month out of the year and although the humidity in summer sometimes is quite stifling, let’s face it, there is AC….. A very tight drum might not make it in a very dry environment….This one however felt just right and the wood the frame is constructed of was smooth and flawless. The carvings on each side of its phurba show 3 fierce Spirit faces as well as Spirit eyes and  tridents, the symbol for life, death and re-birth and spirals – Spiral of life…

Around the phurba each drum had red and white ribbons – for male and female energy

Each drum came with a beater, bend in a snake-like shape and was adorned with  a red cotton thread – for life.

Each drum also came with a modern bright blue goretex carrying case fit for the air plane home 🙂

Next Bhola talked  about the drums and here are his words:drums 2

Nepalese shaman’s drums (dhyangro) are double headed, and covered by animal hide the drums are made of special wood. The animal hide used nowadays is either mountain goat, deer or a domesticated goat or sheep. They also have a handle in the shape of a ritual dagger (often known in the West by it’s Tibetan name phurba) which has three sides to its blade, which in its three dimensional way represents all the cosmos.

On one side of this triangular bladed handle there is the beak of the regal Eagle, or perhaps an Owl or a Horse or a Thunderbolt or an Elephant. This is the male side of the drum, so when we hold the drum in front of our face, this male side should be facing outside.

The spirits hardly make any difference between a male and a female shaman, as the drum is the universal instrument used by both the sexes it makes no difference.

Some shamans respect the male and female sides of the drum, but some shamans don’t, it depends upon the instructions they have received from their teachers and the spirits. If the shaman works with the male and female sides of the drum differently, the male side is used in the beginning of a shaman’s ceremony to call in the spirits. The female side is used towards the end of the ceremony or ritual to send away the helping spirits.

The shaman starts to drum with a 1/4 beat [O O O O O O], during which they will observe their whole body to look for tensions, performing deep breathing in order to relax, They will then invite their spirits and ancestors in to help them, and make their intentions for the ceremony or healing clear. Suddenly the shaman’s drumming will change rhythm to a 4/4 beat [O o o o O o o o O o o o], during which the shaman starts feeling sensations of heat and cold in their body as the spirits come closer and start inspiring them.

When the body of the shaman starts to move and shake, or they start to dance, the rhythm of the drumming becomes very random.

Towards the end of the session the female side of the drum is used, and then the rhythm becomes a 3/4 beat [O o o O o o O o o]. During this time the shaman starts calming and slowing down, and eventually the beat changes to a 2/4 [O o O o O o O o] and eventually a 1/4 [O000 Oooo] before it comes to a stop.

As a welcome gift I presented my drum with a Peacock feather.

This is however only the first part of  what happened.

Stay tuned 😉

Swayambhunath

Kathmandu Swayambhunath

From our first night on the roof top garden of the Varya hotel, the mighty stupa of  Swayambhunath, watching over the valley with its all seeing eyes, had been a constant presence in my nightly personal Medicine rituals. Anothe Spirit of the land, of place, but also a personified Spirit of the people, of the creative chaos that is Kathmandu.

So naturally I was very exited, when Bhola announced, that today we were going up the steep hill to visit this important UNESCO World heritage site, also less formally known as “the Monkey Temple”

It was a short walk through the poverty stricken neighbourhood of the Varya to the Temple hill.

There we were greeted by  all kinds of  vendors. Some with touristy souvenirs, others with – yes, food for the Monkeys already present and grabbing Bananas out of the backpacks of un-prepared tourists. There were Sadus, colourfully adorned with safron and orange robes, painted with sacred colours,  offering us all a tika(red dot on the fore head – for a price, getting quite angry, ifff someone took a picture – without paying them for that…. There also were all kinds of stalls offering all kinds of items, that the spiritually inclined visitor or pilgrim would need as offerings to the Hindu Deities and also for the Buddhist temples on the site. This is definitely a place, where all religions meet and mix, melt into each other and offer change and growth to everyone….

The eastern stairway up to the main site and past all the reliefs with scenes from the life of Buddha as well as the majestic pairs of Garudas, Elephants, Lions, Horses and Peacocks, all sacred vehicles of the Hindu Gods.

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I was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds coming from all the different temples but also by the throngs of worshipers, some deeply in prayer as they bring and prepare their offerings…. but contrasted by thongs of tourists snapping pictures every which way….

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There is a lot to see and absorb:

The burning oil lamps and incense fires, Flower offerings in front of the temple of Hariti, the Goddess that prevents smallpocks, and aids fertility, the Green Tara, the White Tara…. In aw we stood in front of the giant brass dorje – or varya = thunderbolt sculpture, the symbol of enlightenment, that destroys ignorance and incidentally symbolizes male Energy. Not far of is its counterpart, a large ceremonial bell, representing the female Energy.

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Tourists are allowed to take of their shoes and step into the entrance foyer of the Drongak Choelling gompa (Buddhist school) and even take a picture. I would have loved, to just kneel down there and immerse myself into the chanting – and the hypnotic sound of the drum.

We circumambulated the stupa turning the prayer wheels. I thanked all the Spirits of Place to allow me to be here and see all this magnificent syncretizism, to feel the energy and to feel welcome.

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We also walked through the Buddhist temple that holds the huge statue of the historical Buddha.

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Outside however several helpers were busy cleaning his large priceless pieces of silver regalia.. The sacred and the mundane side by side. 🙂

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Bhola also explained the symbols of the 4 directions to us and sadly, then it was already time to leave.

It is all a bit overwhelming –

Peter and me alone – we would have spend the day here….

We would have taken time to talk to the Monkeys…..

Swayambhunath monkeys

Travel to Chitwan National Park

From Kathmandu to Chitwan National Park it is a distance of 185 km.

All down hill…

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So you would think, that traveling in a brand new van, about 3and 1/2 hours would do it…??

Well, We are in Nepal here and with Nepali roads and Nepali traffic…..

Kathmandu is in a valley, at an altitude of 1337 meters. So first one has to get through the bumper to bumper traffic of the city, then up to the rim of the valley… and then down…

Bumper to bumper with motor bikes weaving in between,

stop and go from pothole to pothole on a very narrow road .

Switchbacks

Switchbacks almost all the way…..

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HUUUUUUGE Tata trucks coming up, bringing everything Kathmandu needs straight from India…..

Buses, maaaany buses, big and small often with people on the roof.

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Vans overflowing with people and their luggage on the roof, the occasional Goat and Chickens and Ducks in cages and baskets….

It is the Dashain festival and EVERYONE is going home….

Our patient driver explains, that the traffic today is lighter then on other days – on this road…..

That did not help one of the rickety buses that – 2 hours ahead of us somehow did not get around one narrow switchback and capsized down the steep embankment. 18 dead. In-consolable survivors and loved ones crowd the narrow margin at the abyss….

We snake by the tragedy and press on… Down. It is getting warmer.

It is getting hot!

Steamy!

We are going towards the jungle.

modes of transportation

The vegetation is changing.

Bananas!

Djungle Owlet

Flowers!!!

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The rivers and its beautiful bridges!

hanging bridge across the Seti River

Lunch that does not look all too healthy go my shamanic 6th sense….

I abstain – and stay healthy! 🙂

We take pictures of butterflies in and among garbage.

Then on and on, narrow winding pothole avenue to Bharatpur.

There it gets reallllly bad! The last 18 km to Chitwan the road is one ripped open crater.

The ever present motor scooters honk and zoom by, we pass rickety cars and other strange vehicles.

There are also lots of people on the road, there are all dressed in their beat outfits – for the festival.

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7 ½ hours, after leaving Kathmandu and with the last rays of the sun we arrive and check into Tigerland Safari Resort

We want to use even the last minutes of fading light to maybe see a bird.

We are lucky and meet Krishna, one of the resort’s bird specialists. He sees the Owl pin I am wearing and tells us to follow him: Down a muddy path past some simple dwellings to a field. A large Tree about 10 meters away. “See there, on that branch!

Yes, that dark silhouette!

Yes, it is an Owl! A Jungle Owlet. This is her roost!”

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I am squealing for joy and excitement! Through our light sensitive binoculars we can clearly see her!

I am sooooo happy!

My first Chitwan Bird is a little Owl, looking a lot like Lira!

How auspicious!!!

Of Peacocks, Tiger tracks and Elephant rides:

To the Nepali shamans Peacock feathers symbolize the all seeing eyes if the Gods.

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That is, why a headdress of Peacock feathers is worn during shamanizing.

As Medicine Gifts for Bhola and also for the other Nepali shaman teachers I had brought Peacock feathers.

Peacock also can lead a practitioner from darkness to light! 🙂

And Peacock can eat poison, without getting sick!

I had encounters with wild peacocks at home in Ontario of all places!

See here:

https://shamanicdrumm.wordpress.com/2012/04/11/strange-encounter-on-the-road/

and:

https://shamanicdrumm.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/399/

We also saw 3 young Peacocks on a Tree in Chitwan National Park, while on our Elephant back tour 🙂

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On an early morning Elephant back ride in Chitwan National park:

Arrival at dawn

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A bit blurrrry, but – Elephant guide and his cell phone!?

We were out early – to see Rhinos

But none appeared….

We saw the Peacocks and  a lot of other Birds, however 🙂

There also were Tiger paw prints at the watering hole….

such a nice print

Such a nice print! ..And all alone too!

Very “Nice prints!! Always RIGHT in the verry middle of an Elephant foot print!

Very ”artfull”

When I held out my left hand, I could sense no Tiger, just the very clever guides , creating some “artwork”….

…So iffff  the paying tourists do NOT see any Rhinos on these outings, THAT is the reasonable explanation, Why!

“The Tiger drives them away, madam!” 😉

It is well known…. and a good trick! 🙂

Guide with Tiger track print This pic courtesy of our fellow travellers from Germany ♥

Guide with Tiger track print This pic courtesy of our fellow travellers from Germany ♥

Further down the trail however, there were another set of large Cat prints – this time in the right step sequence and also slippage in the wet mud…

… A little small for a Tiger, but maybe a young Leopard?

Journey to Ganesha:

Ganesha is the remover of obstacles and a VERY revered Spirit. Statues of him are EVERYWHERE!.
Richly decorated with red and yellow colour, Marigold Flowers and offerings of all kinds.

Bhola teaches: Tuesday is his day of honour, so this Tuesday we will journey to Ganesha.

Ganesha symbolism

Ganesha has another Animal as a means of movement: A little Mouse / Shrew!
I am reminded of a Cartoon with an Elephant and a Mouse…..
Shame on you, Mi-Shell!!
Be serious!

Read more about Ganesha here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha
Our next journey assignment was, to journey to Ganesha and ask him to remove an important obstacle in our life.

Hey, wait a minute, Bhola! It is just after lunch and I ate a WHOOOOLE LOT and ifffff I now lay down I am going to fall asleeeeeep!!!!!
This is not my personal best time for journeying. But never mind that. It is an excellent exercise to practice journeying in these condition, for a time and day when there is a client in need and it counts…..
So when Bhola starts drumming, off I go…..

The big parade!

That is, what I jotted down in my diary.
We were all there: ll my Miahanits, also, oh shock the pair of Tigers, sitting together, hissing in unison….
There was also the Rhino – and all the other Animal Spirits – the ones that were not chosen by one of the participants, when we were asked to choose our personal Animal Guide….
I was upset, seeing the mighty Rhino reduced to I lifeless clay figurine, because I did not choose it. I felt horrrrrrible and guilty …..
Fretty however was in full action: Mutte3ring loudly and digging around in some leave litter, tossing sticks, leaves and garbage here and there, until he grabbed something and pulled it out: A small Mouse with a rather un- Mouse-like short tail!
“Fretty, did you rip it of?”
Obviously not, because these 2 were becoming fast friends!
This Mouse and Fretty led us all along a dusty road……
All kinds of people, Spirits, Flowers and “stuff” drifted in and out of the scene….

Suddenly there was Ganesha sitting on sort of a painted pedestal. He was all green.
And HUUUUGE!
Ganesha however had a baseball bat like wooden stick.
All of a sudden he hit with this stick onto the clay Rhino and it scattered apart into large pottery shards. Out of these however came a small gnome, that uttered a barrage of nasty belligerent words and scurried off into the underbrush, dirt and garbage by the road side….
Ganesha spoke” See, these -(pointing into the direction of the disappearing midget) these create their own obstacles and identify themselves by all these obstacles! The more obstacles they have, the more important they consider themselves.”
I walked over to the scattered shards of the busted Rhino. “ And I,” I asked “ I did not choose you!
I touched one of the shards and >>Boooooom!
The Rhino was there again in full size and very much a living breathing Animal! 🙂

Good for you you did NOT choose that Rhino! See, what came out of it!
You would have gotten nothing but….. obstacles!

You deal with other people’s obstacles every day.”

He waved a large black tail of ?? hair??

He brushed me and the floor around all of us with that whisk….
then he said: “Go, get your own Rhino!
Now, go home!”
Oh yes, there was the call back!

Again I was flabbbbberghastered!

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And yes, I got my own little Rhino!
At the pottery market in Bhagtapur one of our group friends saw a teeny tiny Rhino, just like the one in the Animal circle tray in the ritual room and – I got that as a little present.

It is the one now with my Nepali Shaman Altar things…..
Thank you, Devi!

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Tomorrow is Tuesday!

What obstacles should Ganesha remove for you?
😉

Home across the Mountains

The next journey assignment Bhola gave us, is to re-connect with our ancestors.

Hold our little Ammonite in our hand….

Ammonite opened
…Lay down on our mats and listen to his ancestor calling chant…… and …. go…..

I went back into the Rhino cave.
The massive Rhino had turned to stone – or put more clearly: grey pottery. I walked between its legs into an Ammonite cave( a cave made up out of a Huuuuuuuuge blackish grey Ammonite.
Then all of a sudden the
Ammonite covered itself with rolling green meadows and scattered Aspen trees. A fertile valley, in its midst a little hill and a large encampment. A kurgan was being dug out/ into the hill and stabilized with tree trunks. A beautiful Horse was sacrificed and subsequently lowered into the open pit, ropes and saplings were used for that. I felt shock and ahw at being an uninvolved bystander of the proceedings.
All of a sudden Ee’ren Omsür was there!
( info: He is an Ancestral Clan protector for our whole Clan and also other related Uryanchai Clans. He is a Snow Leopard Spirit and a “hard” teacher, sometimes a trickster….)
Read more about him here:……..

https://shamanicdrumm.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/215/
So there he was, all nice!   …
Leading me away….

I walked on his left side and the landscape moved by quickly: Grass lands with Trees, rocky cliffs, sandy gravel, my right hand buried into the lush fur of his neck.
We walked and walked endlessly cliffs, up higher and higher, snow, ice, sleet and icy winds roaring by without touching me. Ice fields beneath foggy clouds, blinding sunlight and then glistening mountain peaks, then down again , endless, to gravelly rocky fields stretching to some forlorn forever mountains. Up and across these and down to sandy valleys with yellow grass, then more mountains, foggy lakes and icy heights… forever north east….
Home!
We were going HOME!
Yes, the rolling grass plains, a little soggy from countless rivulets cutting through it, tussocks, mosses, fine herbs.
– I KNOW this, I was here before… often!
Suddenly a shape appears, walks next to Ee’ren Omsür, on his right side.
Mausi!
My sister!
Shyly looking down….
Then more movement: Behind us my Ada (father) is walking, his high bend wood staff with his shaman bells, furs and Magpie feathers in his right fist.

Then another little Spirit reaches up for his free hand: Fietje, the little son he lost an aeon ago…… our little brother….
Going home!\
There was an encampment of tsartans. …. =(tipi- like hide tents)
Reindeer in the distance!
People coming up to meet us. All my Ancestors!
Mongush!
Moon Face too, along with the other s!
Mongush and Ada embrace in a greeting.
I am sooooo happy to see this, see them all!
I want……
….The whole valley suddenly turns dark, then transforms into a giant Ammonite.
Grey, stark but majestic!
Then, just as fast it transforms back into the green valley with grass and small stunted Birch Trees.
Callback……..
I am shocked!

Ada, Mausi and Fietje went on with the Ancestors, down towards the camp.
Ee’ren Omsür makes clear, I can not go.
I have to turn back.
I am the only one still alive…… the only working shaman in our family line…..
Yes, but my cousin!!
Where is she?? She is not here! Good, she is still in Kyzil!

Blessings to her!

I am on Ee’ren Omsur’s back and he runs!!!!!!
Flies across the tundra valley, into the foggy mountains, down into a desert of molten heat and blowing sand, then up again and into ice and blinding snow, gravel and dust, rain and sleet and – just the rain of Kathmandu.
We are back in the room and he lays down beneath the chair behind me, fades to smoke….
A. One of my Miahanits is there, clearly, licks my hand and I hear Bhola singing beautifully!
I am sooooooo moved!
What just happened!!!!!!

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How can I just sit up and talk about Ganesha right now? I can not…..
I go outside, have a good cry and then try to get it all together again so as not to miss too much of Bhola’s teaching…..

(I am still VERY moved, re- reading my scraggly notes and typing this now…..)

In and around Kathmandu:

street view

The roads are…. no roads at all! Just an assemblage of pot holes

Gravel , dust, garbage everywhere, stray Dogs, some sacred cows, thousands of scooters, motor bikes and cars  of any imaginable kind, from dilapidated and falling apart conkers to slick and dirty Mercedes limousines.

Everything crawls along at about 5 km/h an hour. – From pot hole to pot hole.

Busy streets

No traffic lights.

Sometimes a Cop, looking more like a robber with his black face mask on….

Honk, if you want to pass.

Everyone else is honking as well and so it is a chaotic “Honk-Out”

Snarrrrled lumps of electric wires just above your head…..

Some sparking and crackling.

The spirits of power outages.

Everyone rushing every way

With every imaginable kind of cargo on the back or balanced on a bike….

The odd Monkey

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Crows and Sparrows diving down for dis guarded morsels.

A poor dead Rat…..

Everyone skilfully steps around it……

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Poverty looks the same everywhere in the world….

So does trying to eak out a living despite of it…

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There are a 1000 pictures of it on the net….

…I will add a few:

the main River is garbaged out

Cow eating garbage

Waiting for tourists

weird tractor car

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There is also Beauty in the chaos!

Lots of it, in fact!:)

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Flutes, anyone?

Just play the tune…

…..and the city will dance…..

Flutes anyone

Nepali Spirit Animals

Finding and welcoming your Animal Spirit guide:
Bhola has created a beautiful tray with all kinds of Animals – Nepali ones and also a few others. They are all blessed with a tika and decorated with flowers. Now we are to meditate which one of them is ours and then, one by one we are to step forth, offer grain from our personal pouch, then wrap our Animal representative in colorful cloth, claim it and take it back to our personal altar.
I am last in line. But I am not worried, I KNOW, I will not get the Owl, P. will claim that and she does. I know, the Rhino is mine! I will just wait patiently…..
…. and listen to Bhola sing….
The room starts to shimmer golden, then grey.
Smoke shifts into Tiger stripes and Granma Ulali Kham appears.
“Get the Tigers! Both of them. They need to mate and reproduce!”
I feel icy cold.

“But! ….

….the Rhino!” ??!!??
“GET THE TIGERS, WILL YOU!!!!!”
There is no arguing with her. I am crestfallen and crushed.
But there is no doubt in my mind and soul. I will do as SHE orders. I will sacrifice my own yearning to do as my Ancestor tells.
As my time comes, I walk over, give my offering, put the rice all over the beloved Rhino, but dutifully take the 2 small Tigers and walk back to my altar. I wrap them into my silk scarf, for their privacy. I am soooooo sad about the Rhino! I miss it with all my heart.

Later, I go and tell Bhola about the Ancestral command and ask him, ifff maybe I can make a generous offer for the Rhino.
I sense somewhat of a language barrier and a NO.
OK……
He says, we will go visit the town and I can get a Rhino there……
Hmmmm….
My heart is aching……

Hours larer Bhola takes us to Tamil, the tourist area of Kathmandu and into the Amrita craft Co Op, where all the prices are fixed and very reasonably low. Everyone shops, as ifff there is no tomorrow. Treasures are cheap and I see 1000 things I like! Peter hunts for souvenirs for friends at home and in no time a basket is full of small treasures. I find a small mouthorgan – for 50 Rupees = -.50 cents and a beautiful Tibetan dress – for 950 Rupees = $ 9.00 no small clay Rhino. But Peter finds one out of felt and looking funny and it ends up in our basket. The others are looking at singing bowls and tinksha bells and everything else, one friend sees my dress and the hunt for a similar one for her is on…..

Amrita Craft Co op
We shop – until it is time to go to “Yak and Yeti for dinner.

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Tamel gift shop

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Thamel at Night