Diary Saturday 16th July
THE DANCE OF INFINITY IN THE HEART OF BLISS
My meditation was a deeply humbling one.
The Great Wisdom Buddha Akshobhya अक्षोभ्य the Immovable One and the Infinite Clear Light of Bliss manifested within me.
He showed me my life as a Tibetan woman. I experienced the birth ritual, my obedience to my Lama as a young girl, my first taste of sex with the man I married, the birth of my three children, life, with two dear close friends living nearby, and death with the clear light of bliss rising. There was a vision of my clothes, the smells, the place and the feeling of that life throughout.
My father was Drupada (‘pillar’ – the King in Mahabharata) and my name was Tenzin བསྟན་འཛིན Lhopa (meaning Holder of the Buddha’s Dharma in the South). My mother was Lobsang and she died soon after I was born.
This gave me great insight into the Highest Yoga Tantra, where enlightenment is realized as a complete, continuing FLOW of awareness of the dance of infinity and bliss. It reveals ‘forms’ like the Tibetan life I experienced only when vital and necessary for wisdom.
By resting within the natural perfection of the BEING of Akshobhya I could see into the Heart of the Great Mantra.
Each of you has a deity, whether that be Yeshua, Mary Magdalene, Buddha or Guan Yin, Tara, Krishna or Saraswati, Thoth or Isis or Hathor AND your True Self whose core is accessed more easily through communication with that deity. In other words you BE-COME that deity within.
Each deity has his or her own mantra and by reciting and meditating on these at length you establish a link with the primordial stream of inner being (tantra) of that deity consciousness within you.
In Tibet for example at the Tantric Retreat of the female Buddha Arya Tara you will recite her mantra four hundred thousand times.
However this is the outer ‘ritual’. The inner secret, the mystical yogic process of the mantra involves bringing together the subtle body energies (the winds and fires within the ida and pingala) into the central channel (the sushumna) in an alchemical marriage where the body sits still in silence, a silence almost the same as the stillness of the body functions at the time of death. The breath and the heart with practice indeed do slow and then stop. This gives rise to extremely subtle states of consciousness, similar to near death and at moment of death consciousness and allow you to experience the after death state. ‘Your’ subtle mind blends with the primordial state of being, which gives rise to the state of enlightenment, which itself is a direct experience of ‘clear light’ within or in the 2nd Dalai Lama’s own words “The actual clear light, which is ‘your’ reality, is known, and the seeds of grasping for true existence are extinguished”
Then I went out for a Swimming meditation. I practiced the Heart Sutra with deep strokes and my swimming style changed! Very deep slow and rhythmic with no effort and yet moving faster than I had before, like a dolphin! A very novel experience.
Love and blessings
Altair and Mother
Altair is a teacher, healer and mystic guiding the Way of Love, Unity and Harmony for the New Gaia that we are co-creating.
Altair teaches that We are the Way, the Truth and the Light and that our freedom to be our True Self is the key to transformation.
“The miracles of God lie within Us. We are the Light. We are the Temple of the One Chakra whose Awakened Infinite Light Body brings all our dreams into reality.”
With deepest Love and Devotion to My Divine Mother, Lady of the Earth, Guan Yin (from the Sanskrit root Guanyin/Kuan Yin/Kwan Yin/Avalokiteshvara)
“The Divine Mother who perceives the Sounds and Cries of Mother Gaia and Her Children.”
I AM Altair
I AM here to do the work of My Mother in assisting both in Mother Gaia’s ascension and by walking the Path of the Bodhisattva in seeking Krishnahood, Christhood, Buddhahood and healing for all beings.
gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā
“go, go, go beyond, go thoroughly beyond, and establish yourself in enlightenment”
Love and Blessings from the Source
Altair and Divine Mother