Tibet- How I Want You
Himalayan Wander Me Lovely
I wrote this a couple of weeks back just before the horrific tragedy. Obviously couldn’t post it but now-it’s important. I think because these people are lovely and deserving and need a helping hand. There are plenty of ‘safe’ places to visit in The Himalaya’s- Tibet is obviously the best.
This song is about the love of home- an agoraphobic’s comfort-tune maybe- AHH-WELL, AFTER HAVING SEARCHED FOR MANY HOURS IN Gmail and Google- it is lost. It was an exceptionally beautiful song, a natural looking lady with long hair- singing a song about the importance of home. Sadly, due to genius tech- it is lost forever- I am disgusted at searches in Gmail, very poor show. I saw the bloody link in my email yesterday- but despite approx 500 advanced searches- today it is gone and so is my health and good mood- this stuff hurts people but Google knows this.. This is the type of reason people choose Open Source OS’s as the joy in life is stolen by this extremely evil tech crap.
I found a song after yet more hours- that is quite sweet though- have a look when you’ve finished reading please
https://youtu.be/iagZLdBxp00?si=UNdRFTtsIbekm10a
Take me to Tibet please, where ‘danger meets the sacred’? I’d need my
friend to steady me. I’d secretly be swallowing back old horror replays
as one does with my type of ptsd thing.
Not to climb a fkn mountain though, am def not that brave nor terribly
physically robust- but to talk with the remote people who don’t really
understand why we outsiders use the ‘big silver bird in the sky’- and
where the air is so pristine it brings transcendent serenity- if they
aren’t choking on a badly made cigarette- lovely things us westerners
inflict on the pure and innocent -I would want to see the four faces of
the strange mountain so oddly square that no geologist can explain it-
where time is said to oddly slow (ennui at staring a giant square
rock?)-to wander the ridges of the highest ever river and wonder and
gawp at the deepest ever canyon- but mostly though-to meet the kind
people, often poor but lovely- even the rappers-who insist that
strangers who visit are actually blessings and gifts by visiting, where
everyone in the villages share everything- as caring and nurture is just
normal life and giving is how everyone was raised, and me being a herbal
tea nut, I’d have to try their intricately prepared ‘butter tea’ of
course, it is a welcome and ‘acceptance to our family’ offering
tradition- am big on acceptance and commitment.…...the only things I really
know a teeny-tiny bit about of the Himalayas is the mountains and our Ghurka’s
(‘if a man says he isn’t afraid of dying he’s either a liar or a
Ghurka’)…and once upon a trauma-in a horrible tiny hotel box- room in
Acton (no water for 3 days)-tell you another day- the one lovely thing
was the Himalayan soap. I coveted it and rationed sniffing it- no idea
what it was and am big in scents. I collected hundreds of essential oils
and perfume samples over the years — not quite an expert though-but just
couldn’t find an aroma anywhere near as irrestistible as that one.
Probably a blend.
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Tibetan monks are said to recognise ‘the light’ and must go towards it,
especially when dying -whilst comforted by family or monks- and reminded
of the beauty of their authenticity as their terrified dying minds may
forget their life of meditating about the light -due to pain and
weirdness of dying stuff (here is where big pharma beats the crap out of
ommings and lightshows)-the book of the dead describes
‘Rainbow bodies’ and light at death- some of the landscape is so flat
and exposed and quite vast- much treeless- where do you WEE for crying
out loud- am enjoying a new Tibetan movie and taking in decorative
details like pretty Repoussé craftwork on doors depicting the 8 lucky
symbols- the technique refined since the 7th century CE (Songsten Gampo
times) some of the towns are very modern — probably have Uber and pizza.
Nazi’s used to hunt about for eternal life source crap there,
‘Shangri-La’ thing- they do seem to have some interesting flora…but
the dreary and drippy snotty-nosed Nazi imbeciles have nowt but greed
and control carved into their tiny granite hearts and could never reach
the nirvana enlightened people know and understand. Pilots like our
Dragon 01-the very dashing Tom (mummy hug) who wears his Typhoon like a
falcon’s skin, I’m sure understands the vibe.
Nirvana comes with
intricate inner knowledge, analysis and control, deep, deep thinking,
cogitation and understanding and ‘callibrating’ reactions of all kinds-
a bit beyond my body at present- I know that recognising your true
nature ‘unpeeled’- liberates you incredibly in many ways- but in a
miserable society- it isn’t always wise to show it all the time.
Nice Tibetan recipe for Dal Bhat- https://www.yowangdu.com/tibetan-food/how-to-cook-dal-bhat-tibetan-style
(sorry about formatting but am on PC- disgusting MSN job- and for some reason there is no option to uplaod photo’s nor add links properly, so you’ll have to manually copy and paste that recipe)
Liz Lucy Robillard who spent a fair bit on QVC reading specs only to
discover the cheaper Foster Grants were just as good.
A very nice short Himalayan movie
to give you a flavour
a PS POEM
I see your face in front of me so often
People talk but voices fade as
You come to into view and my skin
Your eyes tell me everything I want to know — words mean so little
sometimes
Things can be complex but tip toe through the planning and breathe
through the stomach flips
Be you and know that you must do what you need for your growth- in the
long term- you become authority in bigger things with more experience
that will help and fulfill you and all around you- grow.
