13/06/2006 What silence! The kitchen is the meeting place of the community. We are eight in all, and each seems incredibly immersed in a solitude, having taken refuge in the Sangha necessary condition for this long haul. A monastery for meditation, I was warned. Hopefully I'll take some time. The labor problem in the vacuum is that it gives no references, nor support, as its name indicates. I then sought to create a vacuum to evacuate, and when there's nothing I've hurt my head and these are problems that emerge, I'm trying to fill by a set of lights. " Who am I? , "a vague question seeking his response, and I have no idea where I could find ...
15/06/2006
Fourth day in the monastery. I get used to the atmosphere and I think that the monks begin to get used to me. Yesterday was a day of peaceful and constructive. I made a program and I've more or less respected. This makes long hours of meditation with always the same question: " Who am I? . By the need to focus a response: " light is space . You do not say!
Knowledge is knowledge, and there is a fact that truth, the rest are words and dreams. To access, you must undress, abandon, in quiet and peace. Finally, I think I have created all these problems ... I do the questions and answers looks like my father.
Yesterday, we had the visit, three nuns and a monk. Katak sent for me and I served cups of tea. I find myself in a place similar to that of the young monk of twenty-one years. It is a teaching tea. Sweet tea, salted butter tea is magical! When I step back, hallucinating, it's crazy what happens. In the evening, the nuns have all slept in my "cottage". Meanwhile, just before bed, I make a ritual. I think they heard and they have freaked out! A magician at the monastery! Outside it's cold and snowing. This morning, what surprise, the mountains are white, there are ten centimeters of snow. It's beautiful, but I always wonder how I can return to the village of Igoo. "
Mr.
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