The Cave of the Ancients – (Originally published in ) A small glimpse into past history of the Earth and its inhabitants who hid highly technical equipment. Lobsang Rampa is the pen name of an author who wrote books with paranormal and occult . Doctor from Lhasa (); The Rampa Story (); Cave of the Ancients (); Living with the Lama (); You Forever (); Wisdom of the . First a short introduction for the reader who dont know the Rampa story. He Lobsang Rampa – had long time ago – in many earlier incarnations – been prepared.
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Here, evidently was where the rock fall had originated. We fear the Unknown. One of the abbots looked at me and smiled with the warmth of an old iceberg. Sharp eyed proctors, ever alert for disturbances, or for inattentive uoppmerksomme small boys, relaxed their gaze.
lkbsang On the 13th of Junehe had a slight accidept which resulted in concussion and which lobaang him out of himself. It is here that T. The gongs were calling insistently – being sounded longer than would have been the case at chakpori. In a little alcove, overlooking the Khati Linga, the Japanese monk sat looking moodily lunefull outwards. That is why you can put your hand right through them just as you can put your hand right through a sunbeam. So – we kept the true nature of our expedition very secret indeed.
Cave of the Ancients
We never believed that only one religious sect “went to Heaven,” and all others were tumbled down to Hell for the amusement of sundry sanguinary fiends. Religion is a comforter narresmokk. Mountains stood where now there are seas, and the pleasant seaside resorts are now mountain tops.
I entered his cell, and for the first time met Wu Hsi – the Chinese monk. 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. It’s quite a mash-up of spiritual beliefs.
Thankfully I changed my robe and hurried off. Radoslaw rated it really liked it Oct 28, The light was everywhere, beating down upon us from a number of globes which appeared to be suspended from the darkness of the roof. Together we wandered round looking at the strange machines. As nothing happened we regained some calmness, and then we heard a series of clicks, as if metal were tapping and scraping on metal.
He had high cheekbones, and very very yellow, parchment-like skin. At The Temple Gates”. Most people in the West,” he went on, “think that when one ‘dies’ one sits on a cloud and plays a harp. We crowded around it, half afraid to touch it yet very curious as to what it could be. Slowly we descended the path from Chakpori Lamasery and made our way along to the Kashya Linga, passing that Park as we followed the road down to the ferry where the boatman was waiting for us with his inflated yak-hide boat drawn to the side.
Old Wu Hsi rubbed his head. The flesh body does not matter, Lobsang, that is only a temporary puppet.
Cave of the Ancients by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa
Some two weeks after that talk with the Lama Mingyar Dondup, we were ready to depart, ready for the long, long climb up the mountains, through little known ravines and craggy paths. I turned over, and fell into a dreaminess sleep. There was no time to avoid him; I was just rehearsing my apology when I crashed right through him. There an ironic paragraph thf the end of one of the early chapters about being careful what one reads; it’s not that the words are harmful but rather the thoughts stemming and generated by those words and ideas that can really jam one up!!
My Guide the Cavr Mingyar Dondup rose to his feet.
The illogicality of brother killing brother did not occur to them. If Man is made in the Image of God and the peoples of other worlds are in a different image – what is to become of our concept that Man only is made in God’s Image?
The Cave Of The Ancients
Before we had time to more than glance, the light drew in upon itself and formed a glowing globe in the centre of the Hail. Something that had bearing on this discussion. The body of Old Seng was dead, finished with, of no more use. He is under special instruction by order of the Inmost One. Up the steep rock face we climbed, with showers of small stones raining down upon us.
I do not mind admitting that in the early stages I was very worried, but now it seems quite natural.
All this, and more, was part of our standard religious teaching as was the knowledge that any good person had an equal chance no matter what name his own religious belief carried.