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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Thus they adopted a policy of mental slothfulness dovenskap. I sat – at a discreet distance, as I hhe not know when he would become violent! The tube had unfolded and was swinging the platform straight to one of the spheres of light. I wanted more, I wanted to know. By using our website you agree to our use of cookies. Even a lobsng, even the air itself is composed of molecules, of minute particles. I tried to reach the long tube, hoping to climb down, but it was too far away.

This Soul wandered on and at last entered anciets small cubicle. You must provide copyright attribution in the edit summary by providing an interlanguage link to the source of your translation. At the end of that time I was almost ‘out’ of myself; I felt that I floated rather than walked, I felt the difficulty of keeping my astral form within anceints physical. I had massage and did exercise, for my muscles were almost useless with disuse.

There is nothing new from the first book. To us they had no meaning, they were just collections of metal and fabric struktur in strange, exotic form. The Manu of China permits the Chinese to raid our borders and kill our people.

He smiled at me and continued. With a monk-attendant I journeyed from this place lkbsang ascended in to the mountains. We rose to our feet and walked out into the cool of the evening where a slight breeze played with the leaves of the willows.


As for prayer, Lobsang, do you often listen to the prayers of the creatures existing on your molecules?

Cave of the Ancients by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa

On Earth, in our blindness, we think that the body alone matters. It was hard rock, the air was thin. In this volume of the Rampa tale more modern themes present themselves. Upon the roof, in my favourite spot, all was quiet.

Most certainly I was; all this appeared self-evident. The Cave appeared to be about twice as large as the interior of the Great Cathedral of Lhasa. We chelas had heard so much about them, what were they like inside? It was written by a man named Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, and it purported to relate his experiences while growing up in Chakpori Lamasery, [1] ChokporiTibet, after being sent there at the age of seven.

The Cave Of The Ancients

Cavf to Read Currently Reading Read. And the preparations continued in the young life of Lobsang in Tibet, which many of his books deal with. Lopez adds that when he gave The Third Eye to a class of his at the University of Michigan without telling them about its history, the “students were unanimous in their praise of the book, and despite six prior weeks of lectures and readings on Tibetan history and religion, [ The whole surface of the world was in a state of change, of continuous motion.

The more two people are in sympathy, in harmony, with each other, the easier it is for them to read these brain radiations which are thoughts.

Brooks wrote me again and once more suggested that I should write a book. When I again opened them the figure was still there, clearer now and growing more dense.

We are God to the microscopic creatures who inhabit our bodies, and the even smaller creatures that in-habit his molecules! In course of time a stronger and wiser man arose.


Lobsang Rampa

My Guide looked at me thoughtfully. Even the Emperor of China himself had shown him favours.

Rampa was tracked by the British press to HowthIreland, and confronted with these allegations. Many times, when astral travelling, I had ‘watched the Cord shimmering and pulsing with light and life. He resumed, “This is what we saw and heard, and you ancient see and hear in the not too distant future.

I do not mind admitting that in the early stages I was very worried, but now it seems quite natural. Then as the child grows older, the cares of living coarsen the perceptions. I had noticed that the Chinese in Lhasa seemed to be unnecessarily brutal and quite fatalistic. Below us a gong boomed and boomed again. Gasping and puffing in the rarefied air, we climbed to the top and looked over. Most people in the West,” he went on, “think that when one ‘dies’ one sits on a cloud and plays a harp.

Let us compose ourselves and see what happened, for I am as curious as you. Even as I thought of it, I could hear the first booming of the gongs. I am not going to say anything about individual beliefs, you will read of them, but I am going to say how religions started.

In the course of centuries the Earth changed again; the seas were now land, and anciehts lands that had becn were now seas. Here, in front of me, my Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup continued his talk. This starts up where The Third Eye leaves off.

Uselessly fighting against every step, we were -somehow – made to enter through the panel doorway. I stood as one dazed, gazing down the corridor after them.

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