Rinpoche Recognized Continuation From past lives Some importance That happened And still does Here ‘nd now Sweet title And face To behold Good karma Contained Within No word But spirit Blessings Touch heart Then, let go Personality Claims a god To be adored And giving Of oneself To everyone Listening May all Be well And happy
“Rinpoche déjà-vu chant” — for recognition and deliverance
ReachUp or double harmonic/Gypsy/Hungarian minor on C# (138 Hz) — voices, 8-string guitar, gong, tanpura — 5:52
A word of profound wisdom
Generally, to have faith in anything will bring benefits accordingly. The benefits obtained by the practitioner do not depend on the excellence or lack of it of the objects of faith, but only upon the individual’s mind and the quality of his faith. Thus it is very important to have what is known as the attitude which views all appearances as pure (dag.snang དག་སྣང་ in Tibetan).
— The Dzog-ch’en innermost essence preliminary practice, “Long-ch’en Nying-thig Ngön-dro”, by Jig-me Ling-pa, translated by Tulku Thondup, p. 48
A famous quote of the Buddha
As a star, a hallucination, the flame of a lamp, An illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble of air, A dream, a flash of lightning, a cloud, Consider the world of phenomena. This life is as fleeting as an autumn cloud. Observing the birth and the death of beings Is like watching the movements of a dance, A life is similar to a flash of lightning in the sky, It quivers by, and it rushes down, Like a stream on a steep mountain.
— La méditation m’a sauvé, Phakyab Rinpoche and Sofia Stril-Rever, p. 18
अवलोकितेश्वर Avalokiteśhvara sand mandala
Avalokiteśhvara, སྤྱན་རས་གཟིགས Chenrezig in Tibetan, the Buddha of compassion — September 2024 — Bern, Switzeland
A larvae As human Mammals Biologically It seems We are.
So what will We become Metamorphing Eventually In time?
Our turn Now spent As caterpillar Then actually In a cocoon Encased Silent.
Finally Will we Emerge A butterfly Or as beetle An ant or bee A mosquito Or a tick?
It’s all here Right now! Have a look And choose Your stance.
“गरुड़ Garuḍa” — puja for the celestial hawk
Mixolydian on G 390 Hz (rel. A 438 Hz) — harmonium, gong, fujara, lap slide guitar — 10:01
Old Tibetan wisdom from Milarepa and Surya Das
Milarepa to Gampopa, one of his main students, after the latter announced his intention to discard his maroon monastic robes and adopt the white cotton dress of Milarepa instead: “Don’t copy others! Each one of you must follow your own spiritual path.” Then Milarepa sang a song, explaining the original monastic state — detachment, surrender, simplicity, solitude . . . recognition of the truth of egolessness. Milarepa concluded, “Heal yourself… then you will naturally heal others. My teaching is mine; yours must be yours. Do whatever is necessary in order to evoke it from within.”
When we know who we are, we know where we fit in the cosmic pageant. Each of us is like a link in a chain; by knowing what we are, we know what we are a part of, and our individual existence assumes greater meaning.
Things are not exactly what they seem to be — nor are they otherwise. Even if we may feel far from any sort of divine reality, we can rest assured that the ultimate or absolute is never far from us.
Everyone has his or her own religion; everyone believes in something. Young children believe in everything.
Celebrate the inherent freedom and sacredness of authentic being.
— The snow lion’s turquoise mane: Wisdom tales from Tibet, Surya Das, pp. 188 and 246-251
A post-larvae Coleoptera — option to co-operate with a lion
Beetle (Coleoptera) finding its way through a grain field — May 2023 — Grächwil, Switzerland
— Karma — Cause and effect Action and reaction What flourishes And what wilts In our own garden And the world around In our relationships Attitudes and moods Views and convictions Our families and friends Communities and nations Species and worlds Observable reality What grows or declines In our own space, most of all And considering others too To learn and understand What’s shared, what not For we’re here together At times we like it, or not Either way, do I love or hate This makes a huge difference To let things grow or decline Nurture the love — or not While in this dual realm Aiming for relative unity Recognizing common ground For some things grow, others don’t In the cycles of life, we come and go Like everyone’s garden and plants Many do grow and flourish well While some wilt and rot away Ultimately all will fade out When their time is over Thus I embrace what grows And I embrace what wilts Nurturing what I can And let go the rest Sooner or later All in its time.
Thus we work with karma Observing cause and effect Learning to understand New life and death Every day a new Consciousness Unfolds In love Alive!
“Vajra bridge buzz” — rainbow light body karma
ReachBal or double harmonic/Gypsy major on flat A# (225 Hz) — 7-string guitar, ukulele (w/echo), gong — 6:31
A few inspirations from old Tibet
Vimalamitra: “Until you have realized the unborn and undying nature of reality, do not transgress the moral precepts. Until you are totally beyond duality, be meticulous regarding actions; act conscientiously and with compassion. To undertake wrathful activity prematurely and act like a siddha [Sanskrit सिद्ध ‘perfected one’] without having realized how to liberate oneself and others is a crime against […] non-violent teachings. When you know how to deliver the dead directly to the blessed [heavenly] fields, then you are free to do as you will.”
Kumaradza passes away: “Do not indulge in endless idle chatter and searching. [You] have … all the teachings you need for enlightenment in this lifetime; what else could you possibly need? For those of you who have not yet resolved your doubt and uncertainty, more practice is required, not more discussions!” He would say no more.
Vairotsana — the Cuckoo’s cry of awareness: “The many never stray from oneness; all things are beyond concepts regarding them. All created things are beyond the mind-made duality of good and evil. Since everything is perfect and complete in itself, beyond the disease of effortful striving, one remains effortlessly absorbed in primordial presence.”
Padampa Sangyay: “That which is nothing at all, transforms into myriad forms. When one recognizes the single essential nature through all its manifestations, non-duality is grasped.”
— The snow lion’s turquoise mane: Wisdom tales from Tibet, Surya Das, pp. 170-177
How did that cloud get its golden color?
A golden cloud among others of shades of white, gray, and blue — August 2024 — near Bern, Switzerland
No fake news please Such a terrible misuse That shoots one’s feet Reveals bad attitudes Plain condemnation And obvious refusal Of most other views Or working together With decent respect.
Detach from ego A clear necessity For survival here To de-personify Oneself and God Dissolve all borders Between you and me Nature and the divine Let go of identification One pretty big challenge However long practiced With dedication to life Love, light, and sound You may call it spirit Tao, Qi 氣, the force Present here now In every moment To relish reality For it is that it is The pure potential And that’s good news!
“It is that it is” — and that’s good news!
TetraMin, a Tetra derivative on sharp G# (418 Hz, rel. A 444 Hz) — shamisen, conch, 8-string guitar — 5:15
While carrying out his daily work, the old man continued his spiritual practice, integrating meditation with activity through continuous mindfulness. His son, a monk, often advised him to perform more formal spiritual practices: to sit in meditation, do yoga, and so on. However, this did not alter his father’s habits. “Intrinsic wakefulness is the main point, my son,” he told the earnest monk. “Simply try to maintain lucid awareness of intrinsic awareness itself, the natural state of being…” Three years before his death, the old man fell ill. Though the family fretted, he himself appeared increasingly happy. Rather than chanting the traditional Buddhist liturgies, he sang original songs of spiritual praise. Performing no rites or rituals, reciting no mantras, repeating no sutras or prayers, he seemed to have entirely abandoned all forms of ceremonial observance. When his son, the monk, again exhorted him to devote himself to religious practices, the old man replied, “There is no external Buddha worth worshiping. The innate wakefulness of intrinsic awareness is one’s primordial nature.” As his illness became increasingly serious… his son reminded him that this was the most important time to recall all the Dharma teachings he had received. The old man simply smiled and said, “Son, I have forgotten religion. Anyway, there is nothing to remember! All is illusory, yet I am happy — everything is prefect!”
— The snow lion’s turquoise mane: Wisdom tales from Tibet, Surya Das, p. 132
It is that it is — a world of utter beauty
Miraculous view of the Alps from a main historic signal peak — July 2024 — Niesen summit, Switzerland
The below poetic text of this post is made available in its original English only, that is without translations into French, German, or Italian.Due to its special nature, this post is not widely distributed, announced, or listed by Tonalibus.Thus, besides “Spirtualibus”, it is also assigned to the post category “Extra”, similar to the post “Misrepresentation to the public” of March 6, 2024.
Suicide taboo Not talked about For well over fifty years Last time on Shivapuri peak In early April nineteen seventy-three Where two very slim, small sherpas Carried all the heavy backpacks Of over a dozen foreigners Larger than their bodies.
Then, there on this foothill summit Psychedelics put the wind in his hands And afterwards he told the friendly lady Whose feet they washed later that day How he now loved life in every way After having almost thrown it out Actually over a long year before Along ancient Roman patterns Of letting one’s veins empty out After falling out of emperor’s grace While listening to one’s favorite music Maybe patching the drain briefly still To hear the end of a sweet song.
For him it was his parents’ firm refusal To allow him to exit from his education That triggered the fatal poison swallow But his mother saved him nevertheless “We have to go right now — not later!” She told the father and was in time But barely for his body to wake Once more with its will to live And exit education freely.
Thus he stepped out on his own And kept the silence on that phase As long-hair hippie and cannabis gourmet Like others would relish precious wines Including some psychedelics as well That opened his perception beyond Though some may call it distortion But there are indeed further realities As he saw the past lives of individuals The causes and effects in many things Like with weather and consciousness The life-giving energy of inner sound That actually balanced him ever again But tended to fade in rushing crowds.
Exceptional folks wanted to hear Some of what he saw and had to say And offered to teach him their paths Astrology he rejected as too fickle But a spiritual teaching on the light And especially the sound he relished As close enough to his own experience Though fifty years later that did expire Was no longer pure enough for him And once more he stepped way out On his own, indeed all on his very own.
Having survived this new demise Without notable harm to himself Nor to others and their teachings He radically depersonified the divine Thus entering in a new consciousness Rather uncommon it seems to humans In this age of continual personality cults As people appear to have a great need For various kinds of leadership figures As indeed teachings are very necessary To find and develop functional practices And ever further unfold consciousness.
Now his determination is his experiment To be detached from all personifications Focusing at linking directly to the divine Allowing all room for their intermediaries Respecting and acknowledging them all But leaning on or needing none of them Thus standing on his very own feet now Well anchored on this earthly ground The head high above all the clouds And spirit or soul in pure heavens Some call ocean of love and mercy But names come and go with time While the essence remains the same As his mother taught him when a tyke “All religions have an element of truth!” Thus respect and relish them fully And flush the remainder entirely Like the taboo of suicide.
May we all enjoy life And God-given freedom!
“Tears of joy” — mantra of soul
multi-octave G# chant (aim relative to 207 Hz) — with a fusion of spiritually charged mantra syllables like Ōṃ / Aum ॐ, and HU, unifying much of the spiritual foundation of Tonalibus — March 2024 — 13:22
Suicide taboo — repair and prevention
1971 gypsum and wire sculpture drying after repair, with smaller offspring and past lives figurines — April 2023
After a wind-caused fall from a top shelf — October 2022
All restored — in a location with hardly any fall potential
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