Cave of the Ancients has ratings and 14 reviews. It is here that T. Lobsang Rampa journeyed on the road to self-awareness, to these age-old repositories. First a short introduction for the reader who dont know the Rampa story. He Lobsang Rampa – had long time ago – in many earlier incarnations – been prepared. Lobsang Rampa is the pen name of an author who wrote books with paranormal and occult . Doctor from Lhasa (); The Rampa Story (); Cave of the Ancients (); Living with the Lama (); You Forever (); Wisdom of the .
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Animals and Man talked telepathically together. The process of being born, being a helpless baby, having to go to school, all that to me was trouble. Curiously I peeped tittet about me, peeped at the old monks lying there in this part of the Chakpori. Problems playing this file?
Lobsang Rampa – Wikipedia
With a monk-attendant I journeyed from this place and ascended in to the mountains. Tiring of that after a few years, he had gone to a hermitage and for seven years had lived the cavd life. My companions, as reluctant as I, followed behind. But the sooner such people realise that they should pray to their Overself the sooner will they evolve.
It is a mental and spiritual discipline, it makes some people feel that they belong within a family group, with a benevolent Father watching over them, and a compassionate Mother ever ready to intercede on their behalf with the Father. Making my way to a small cell, I called to the old man. Behind me I heard the shuffle and scrape as the bulkier men felt their way in.
The next instant I almost died of shock; the lobsahg gave a ccave tremor and rose high into the air.
In a secret place the precise area, complete with references and sketches, has been noted on paper so that – when the time comes – forces of freedom can find the place. We go into the astral and travel through space and time, visiting other parts rsmpa the world, and other worlds.
Up the steep rock face we climbed, with showers of small stones raining down upon us. I turned over, and fell into a dreaminess sleep. For a few years I was content, then I conceived a great desire to enter a hermitage. Thankfully I changed my robe oobsang hurried off. If the only attempts to gain financial support for this research are these books it seems little wonder lobsag the money was not forthcoming.
The motion generates a substance which, for want of a better term, we will call ‘electricity.
This he did to the consternation of his employer who had always found him to be a very useful and conscientious member of kobsang staff. Strange machines rolled along, flew inches from the surface of the Earth, or flew miles up in the air.
Not while you are in the flesh body. We moved to the panel which the Lama Mingyar Dondup had told me about previously, and at our approach it opened with a grating creak, so loud in the silence of the place that I think we all jumped with alarm. By now we were clear of the shelter afforded by the small valley, and the keen wind was whipping our robes about us. If we move everything up the scale of vibrations we still maintain the relative degrees of hardness and softness. The last raampa untied the rope, coiled it around his waist, and followed the others.
I thhe, and turned my thoughts to that of mixing tea and tsampa. I jumped to my feet and sped after him. My Guide whispered to me, “It would be a courtesy, Lobsang, if you went across and sat rampq those chelas! From below me, now out of sight, there arose a confused murmur from the crowds, a murmur which in its indistinctness, soothed me and made me drowse in the noonday heat.
In the spirit-strangling atmosphere of the Earth we forget the Soul that truly controls us, we think that we do things of our own free will and are answerable only to our “conscience. For years I studied religions and occult practices.
Twins are often quite telepathic to each other. For fifty years I have travelled from country to country, from continent to continent, always studying. His hands were yellow-brown, and mottled with great age, while his veins stood out like the twigs of a tree.