Texas 8

Tonight when I was walking home there was a procession of buddhists walking around the chapel and I didn’t want to disturb their flow so I was going to wait but then Sarah came running and said, “Come! Come!”

So I followed her. She whispered to me as I joined their procession, “He’s in there making the space pure so that it will be ready for us, while we walk around and purify ourselves. So while you’re walking, if you have any bad or negative thoughts just say a mantra… ok, well, you don’t know the words but just say something like, ‘I love…’ I don’t know, something, you know? ANd imagine pure white light washing through you and purifying you, OK?”

“OK.”

She has such raw, beautiful energy.

So I walked in circles for too long. I chose, “I believe in the beauty of the earth and the power of myself,” as my mantra and I got a little bit lost in it but I also just wanted to no longer be walking in a circle.

Someone stood with a lantern over a water-filled hole in the ground until they found a traffic cone and then finally rigged it so no one had to stand there anymore.

We finally went inside and there was a lot of chanting and we formed a line and bowed and receieved water and nectar in our left hands and got to drink them unlike the first time when we spit it out. At the end of all this, they passed around trays of sacred hershey’s kisses (Tsog food) and tiny, tiny cups of apple juice.

At least it wasn’t poisoned Kool-Aid.