Monks were coming into the Sanctuary; chelas darted around lighting more butter lamps, more incense. We rose to our feet and walked out into the cool of the evening where a slight breeze played with the leaves of the willows. The great trumpets sounded from the Potala so far away, and dimly the echoes rolled around the walls of the State Oracle Lamasery.
Further some from page 46 where the wisdom and “the hidden knowledge” is the theme.
…. I gazed out of the window at the Himalayas stretching endlessly before me, thinking that soon the time would come when I should gaze upon them no more. I had received glimpses into the future – my future – and I dreaded the things, which I had not seen clearly but which had been partly veiled in smoke.
“Lobsang!” said my Guide, “you have seen much, but much more has remained hidden. if you feel that you can-not face the planned Future, then we will accept the fact -though sadly and you may remain in Tibet.” “Sir!” I replied, “you once told me that the man who sets out upon one of Life’s Paths, falters, and turns back, is no man. I will go ahead in spite of knowing the difficulties before me.” He smiled, and nodded his approval. “As I expected,” he said, “you will succeed in the end.” “Sir!” I asked, “why do not people come to this world with a knowledge of what they have been in past lives and what they are supposed to do in this life? Why must there be what you term ‘Hidden Knowledge’? Why cannot we all know every-thing?”
The Lama Mingyar Dondup raised his eyebrows and laughed. “You certainly want to know a lot!” he said. “You’re memory is falling, too, quite recently I told you that we do not normally remember our past lives as to do so would be to increase our load upon this world. As we say, ‘The Wheel of Life revolves, bringing riches to one and poverty to another. The beggar of today is the prince of tomorrow.’ if we do not know of our past lives we all start afresh without trying to trade on what we were in our last incarnation.” “But,” I asked, “what about the Hidden Knowledge? if all people had that knowledge everyone would be better, would advance more quickly.” My Guide smiled down at me. “It is not so simple as that!” he replied. For a moment he sat in silence, then he spoke again.
“There are powers within us, within the control of our Overself, immeasurably greater than anything that Man has been able to make in the material, the physical world. Western Man in particular would abuse such Powers as we can command, for all that Western Man cares about is money. Western Man has but two questions: can you prove it? And what do I get out of it?” He laughed quite boyishly and said, “I always feel most amused when I think of the vast array of mechanisms and apparatus which Man uses to send a ‘wireless’ message across the oceans. ‘Wire-less’ is the last term they should use, for the apparatus consists of miles and miles of wire. But here, in Tibet, our trained lamas send telepathic messages with no apparatus at all. We go into the astral and travel through space and time, visiting other parts of the world, and other worlds. We can levitate – lift immense loads by the application of powers not generally known. Not all men are pure; Lobsang, nor does a monk’s robe always cover a holy man. There can be an evil man in a lamasery just as there can be a saint in prison.” I looked at him in some puzzlement. “But if all men had this knowledge, surely they would all be good?” I asked.
The Lama looked at me sorrowfully as he replied. “We keep the Secret Knowledge secret in order that Mankind may be safeguarded. Many men, particularly those of the West, think only of money and of power over others. As has been foretold by the Oracle and others, this our land will later be invaded and physically conquered by a strange cult, a cult which has no thought for the common man, but exists solely in order to bolster up the power of dictators, dictators who will enslave half the world. (this conversation happened to take place about the year 1930. R.Ø.remark.) There have been high lamas who have been tortured to death by the Russians because the lamas would not divulge forbidden knowledge. The average man, Lobsang, who suddenly had access to forbidden knowledge, would react like this: first he would be fearful of the power now within his grasp. Then it would occur to him that he had the means of making himself rich beyond his wildest dreams. He would experiment, and money would come to him. With increasing money and power he would desire yet more money and power. A millionaire is never satisfied with one million, but wants many millions more! It is said that in the unevolved, absolute power corrupts. The Hidden Knowledge gives absolute power.”
A great light dawned upon me; I knew how Tibet could be saved! Jumping up excitedly, I exclaimed, “Then Tibet is saved! The Hidden Knowledge will save us from invasion!” My Guide looked upon me with compassion. “No, Lobsang,” he replied sadly, “we do not use the Powers for things like that Tibet will be persecuted, almost annihilated, but in the years to come she will rise again and become greater, purer. The country will be purified of dross in the furnace (smelteovn) of war just as, later, the whole world will be.” He gave me a sideways glance. “There has to be wars, you know, Lobsang!” he said quietly. “if there were no wars the population of the world would become too great. If there were not wars there would be plagues. Wars and sickness regulate the population of the world and provide opportunities for people on the Earth – and on other worlds – to do good to others. There will always be wars until the population of the world can be controlled in some other way.” (other messages from “the stars” – through direct contacts – says the same… R.Ø.anm.)
The gongs were summoning us to the evening service. My Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup rose to his feet. “Come along, Lobsang,” he said, “we are guests here and must show respect for our hosts by attending the service.” We walked out of the room and went into the courtyard. The gongs were calling insistently – being sounded longer than would have been the case at chakpori. We made our surprisingly slow way to the Temple. I wondered at our slowness, then as I looked around I saw very aged men, and the infirm, hobbling across the courtyard in our footsteps. My Guide whispered to me, “It would be a courtesy, Lobsang, if you went across and sat with those chelas!” Nodding, I made my way round the inner walls of the Temple until I came to where the chelas of the State Oracle Lamasery were sitting. They eyed me with curiosity as I sat down to one side of them. Almost imperceptibly (umerkelig) , when the Proctors were not looking, they edged forward until they surrounded me.
“Where do you come from?” asked one boy, one who seemed to be the leader. “chakpori,” I replied in a whisper. “You the fellow sent by the Inmost One (Dalei Lama)?” whispered another. “Yes,” I whispered back, “I have been to see the Oracle, he told me…”
“SILENCE!” roared a fierce voice just behind me, “Not another sound out of you boys!” I saw the big man move away. “Ga!” said a boy, “don’t take any notice of him, his bark is worse than his bite.” Just then the State Oracle and an Abbot appeared through a small door at the side, and the service commenced.
Soon we were streaming out into the open again. With the others I went to the kitchen to have my leather barley (bygg) bag refilled and to get tea. There was no opportunity to talk; monks of all degree were standing about, having a last minute discussion before retiring for the night. I made my way to the room allotted (tildelt) to me, rolled myself in my robe and lay down to sleep. Sleep did not come quickly, though. I gazed out at the purple darkness, pin-pointed by the golden-flamed butter lamps. Far away the eternal Himalayas stretched rock-fingers skywards as if in supplication to the Gods of the World. Vivid white shafts of moonlight flashed through mountain crevices, to disappear and flash again as the moon climbed higher. There was no breeze tonight, the prayer flags hung listlessly from their poles. The merest trace of cloud floated indolently above the City of Lhasa. I turned over, and fell into a dreaminess sleep.
Later from page 53 – his Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup says:
“most people come to this world in order to learn things – other come in order that they may assist those in need – or to complete some special highly important task.” He looked sharply at me to make sure that I was following, then continued, “Many religions preach about a Hell, the place of punishment, or expiation for one’s sins. Hell is here, on this world. Our real life is on the other World. Here we come to learn, to pay for mistakes made in previous lives or – as I said – to attempt the accomplishment of some highly important task. You are here to do a task in connection with the human aura. Your ‘tools’ will be an exceptionally sensitive psychic perception, a greatly intensified ability to see the human aura, and all the knowledge that we can give you concerning all the occult arts. The Inmost One has decreed that every possible means be used to increase your abilities and talents. Direct teaching, actual experiences, hypnotism, we are going to use them all in order that we may get the most knowledge into you in the shortest time.”
“Hell it is, all right!” I exclaimed gloomily. The Lama laughed at my expression. “But this Hell is merely the stepping stone to a far better life,” he replied. “Here we are able to get rid of some of the baser faults. Here, in a few years of Earth life, we shed faults, which may have plagued us in the Other World for countless spans of time. The whole life of this world is but the twinkling of an eye to that of the Other World. Most people in the West,” he went on, “think that when one ‘dies’ one sits on a cloud and plays a harp. Others think that when one leaves this world for the next one they exist in a mystical state of nothingness and like it.” He laughed and continued, “If we could only get them to realize that the life after death is more real than anything on Earth! Everything on this world consists of vibrations; the whole world’s vibrations and everything within the world – may be likened to an octave on a musical scale. When we pass to the Other Side of Death the ‘octave’ is raised further up the scale.” My Guide stopped, seized my hand and rapped my knuckles on the floor. “That, Lobsang,” he said, “is stone, the vibrations which we term stone.” Again he took my hand and rubbed my fingers on my robe. “That,” he exclaimed, “is the vibration, which indicates wool. If we move everything up the scale of vibrations we still maintain the relative degrees of hardness and softness. So, in the Life after Death, the real Life, we can possess things just as we do on this world. Do you follow that clearly?” he asked
Obviously it was clear, I had known things like that for a very long time. The Lama broke into my thoughts. “Yes, I am aware that all this is common knowledge here, but if we vocalize these ‘unspoken thoughts’ we shall make it clearer in your mind. Later,” he said, “you will journey to the lands of the Western world. There you will meet many difficulties through Western religions.” He smiled somewhat wryly (skjevt) and remarked, “The Christians call us heathens (hedninger). In their Bible it is written that ‘Christ wandered in the wilderness.’ In our records it is revealed that Christ wandered throughout India, studying Indian religions, and then He came to Lhasa and studied at the Jo Kang under our foremost priests of that time. Christ formulated a good religion, but the Christianity practiced today is not the religion that Christ produced.” (The same things can be red in the TALMUD JMMANUEL. R.Ø.anm.)
My Guide looked at me somewhat severely and said, “I know you are a little bored by this, thinking I am talking for the sake of words, but I have traveled throughout the Western world and I have a duty to warn you of what you will experience. I can do that best by telling you of their religions, for I know you have an eidetic memory.” I had the grace to blush (rødme) ; I had been thinking “too many words!”
Outside in the corridors monks were shush-shushing along toward the Temple to the evening service. On the roof above trumpeters looked out across the Valley and sounded the last notes of the dying day. Here, in front of me, my Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup continued his talk. “There are two basic religions in the West but innumerable subdivisions. The Jewish religion is old and tolerant. You will have no trouble, no difficulties caused by Jews. For centuries they have been persecuted, and they have great sympathy and understanding for others. The Christians are not so tolerant, except on Sundays. I am not going to say anything about individual beliefs, you will read of them, but I am going to say how religions started.
“In the early days of life upon Earth,” said the Lama, “people were first in little groups, very small tribes. There were no laws, no code of behavior. Strength was the only law; a stronger and fiercer (barskere) tribe made war upon those weaker. In course of time a stronger and wiser man arose. He realized that his tribe would be the strongest if it were organised. He founded a religion and a code of behavior. ‘Be fruitful and multiply,’ he commanded, knowing that the more babies were born the stronger would his tribe grow. ‘Honour thy father and thy mother’ he ordered, knowing that if he gave parents authority over their children he would have authority over the parents. Knowing too that if he could persuade children to feel indebted to their parents, discipline would be easier to enforce. ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery’ (ekteskapsbrudd) thundered the Prophet of that time. His real command was that the tribe should not be ‘adulterated’ with the blood of a member of another tribe, for in such cases there are divided loyalties. In course of time the priests found that there were some who did not always obey religious teachings. After much thought, much discussion, those priests worked out a scheme of reward and punishment. ‘Heaven’, ‘Paradise,’ ‘Valhalla,’ – term it what you will – for those who obeyed the priests. Hell fire and damnation with everlasting tortures for those who disobeyed.”
“Then you are opposed to the organised religions of the West, Sir?” I asked. “No, most certainly not,” replied my Guide, “there are many who feel lost unless they can feel or imagine an all-seeing Father peering (stirrende) down at them, with a Recording Angel ready to note any good deeds as well as bad! We are God to the microscopic creatures who inhabit our bodies, and the even smaller creatures that in-habit his molecules! As for prayer, Lobsang, do you often listen to the prayers of the creatures existing on your molecules?”
“But you said that prayer was effective,” I responded with some astonishment. “Yes, Lobsang, prayer is very effective if we pray to our own overself, to the real part of us in another world, the part which controls our ‘puppet strings’. Prayer is very effective if we obey the simple, natural rules which make it so.”
He smiled at me as he said, “Man is a mere speck (bare en liten flekk) in a troubled world. Man is only comfortable when feeling safe in some form of ‘Mother’s embrace.’ For those in the West, untrained in the art of dying, the last thought, the last cry, is ‘Mother!’ A man who is unsure of himself while trying to give an appearance of confidence – will suck a cigar or cigarette just as a baby will suck a dummy. Psychologists agree that the smoking habit is merely a reversion to the traits of early childhood where a baby drew nourishmentand confidence from his mother. Religion is a comforter (narresmokk). Knowledge of the truth of life – and death – is of even greater comfort. We are like water when on Earth, like steam when we pass over in ‘death’ and we condense again to water when we are reborn to this world once more.”
“Sir!” I exclaimed, “do you think that children should not honor their parents?” My Guide looked at me in some surprise; “Good gracious, Lobsang, of course children should pay respect to their parents – so long as the parents merit (fortjener) it. Over-dominant parents should not be permitted to ruin their children, though, and an adult ‘child’ certainly has first responsibility to his or her wife or husband. Parents should not be permitted to tyrannise and dictate to their adult offspring. To allow parents to act thus is to harm the parents as well as oneself; it makes a debt which the parents must pay in some other life.” I thought of my parents. My stern and harsh father, a father who had never been a ‘father’ to me. My mother whose main thought was of the social life. Then I thought of the Lama Mingyar Dondup who was more than a mother and father to me, the only person who had shown me kindness and love at all times.
On page 61 they talk about God:
