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P. Masuyama, D.D.S.
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 1:50 am
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found their life was made a
misery by the endless, senseless questioning, questions
which I never answered but continued what I was doing.
This penchant of Western people to pry into the affairs
of others was a complete mystery to me, I really did not
understand it.
I was glad to get out of Kalimpong and move into my
own country, Tibet. I had been expected, and was met
by a party of high lamas disguised as mendicant monks
and traders. My health was deteriorating rapidly, and
necessitated frequent stops and rest. At long last, some ten
weeks later, we reached a secluded lamasery high in the

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Himalayas, overlooking the Valley of Lhasa, a lamasery so
small and so inaccessible that Chinese Communists would
not bother about it.
For some days I rested, trying to regain a little of my
strength, rested, and meditated. I was home now, and
happy for the first time in years. The deceptions and
treachery of Western peoples seemed to be no more than
an evil nightmare. Daily, little groups of men came to
me, to tell me of events in Tibet, and to listen to me
while I told them of the strange harsh world outside our
frontiers.
I attended all the Services, finding comfort and solace
in the familiar rituals. Yet I was a man apart, a man who
was about to die and live again. A man who was about to
undergo one of the strangest experiences to fall to the lot
of a living creature. Yet was it so strange? Many of our
higher Adepts did it for life after life. The Dalai Lama
himself did it, tim
 
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