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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Lobsang Rampa – Wikipedia

A very hard, clean sliver of wood had been treated by fire and herbs and was slid down so that it just entered the hole in my head. I sat and thought. Check out the top books of the year on our page Best Books of I could listen to this for hours better than dull lessonwork! Religion is a comforter narresmokk. dave

Cave of the Ancients

Many men, particularly those of the West, think only of money and of power over others. Everything on this world consists of vibrations; the whole world’s vibrations and everything within the world – may be likened to an octave on a musical scale.

Wikisource has original text related to this article: Their religion became as an opiate sovemiddel and drugged them into spiritual laziness; they lived only for the next life, and so their arts and crafts fell into disuse. There was a ledge, sloping slightly down towards the back and so quite invisible from the other side of the mountain range.


The Cave Of The Ancients : T. Lobsang Rampa :

Small chelas swung the censers for the last pass, and there was the barely suppressed hum of a large gathering preparing to move. It calls for a special celebration between you and me, then I have some interesting news for you.

Are you really bone from the neck up? Rampa moved to Ireland. The illogicality of brother killing brother did not occur to them. As he was about to feel its surface it swung open. Suddenly we all jumped; a baleful red eye was watching us, winking at us. The first time, feeling blindly for my food in the darkness, I knocked it off and could not reach it. I became free of the body and could send my spirit soaring afar just as lkbsang do now in the astral.

Lobsang Rampa died in Calgary on 25 Januaryat the age of I wandered to the Ancientd mouth and looked down upon the desolation, upon the riven rocks, and I wondered what a man of the Old Times would think if he could rise from his grave to stand beside me, here.

Lobsang Rampa

My mother whose main thought was of the social life. Then, our mission accomplished, we would wall up the entrance as directed. The lamas crowded in beside me, and, like me, they gazed at the source of light first. Suddenly I felt the warmth of a friendly hand on my shoulder. ranpa

I sat upon the floor and began my meditation. Then I thought of the Lama Mingyar Dondup who was more than a mother and father to me, the only person who had shown me kindness and love at all times. Then, moved by a common impulse, walked across the solid stone floor to the first machine standing dormant sovende before us. We saw oceans with great floating cities, which moved from land to land.


But a clairvoyant, if one had been present, would have seen a light blue haze form around the body of Old Seng. Aug 25, Jeannette Jackson rated it it was amazing Shelves: By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.

I determined that I would ask my beloved Guide. Western Man in particular would abuse such Powers as we can command, for all that Western Man cares about is money. Gradually I was able to follow the breathing patterns and to meditate. Below us the Kaling Chu local river tinkled and ran faster as it squeezed to crowd itself beneath the Bridge of the Lingkor Road. He chuckled at our staring eyes and stricken faces.

Hoskin had never been to Tibet and sncients no Tibetan. Vivid white shafts of moonlight flashed through mountain crevices, to disappear and flash again as the moon climbed higher.