So, I messed up the dates. It was 20th december.

Today, at seventh of january, I realised in FRRO that I've messed up the dates. Actual day when we left to Orissa was nineteenth december. But you cannot win always, especially if you happen to be one of those few people reading this blog.
FRRO taught me a big lesson. You can really make huge difference just by being serene and having buddhist grin. Although, I guess jesus grin would done fine as well as the buddhist one. 18th december was nerve breaking, exhausting and this one was completely nice. Everything was running out smoothly and I broke up few jokes with staff. Exact opposite what I had before! Well, I think morning prayers had their own flavor to add on this mess. And the fact I am almost one month older. AND having travelled in Orissa for ten days (woo hoo). Not forgetting, I left out the usual stress out morning coffee.
Funny though, those things which makes you crazy, are most the wanted in habit list. Other theory is, that I really should meet a somekind of bush doctor to make me a goody goody everyday routine.

We set on to the journey to the place of 64 Dakinis. Mostly the enviroment looks like the countryside in Finland. If you just add there more dust, more temperature and take away all those pinus and picea trees and replace them with palm trees. Enviroment was also more open and plain, compared to this far away brother.
This nice temple was situated in a middle of crag. There was no roof and it was made out of Idontknow stone. (I really need to modify this article after I have done few backup conversations with rinpoche..) In the middle of temple, there is standing Chakrasamvara statue. Chakrasamvara being one of the most important deities in buddhist tantric practices. His duty, or to put in more polite way, siddha is to break through attachment and desire. The most famous expression of -samvara is the Shiva. Shiva being the outer, Avalokiteshvara being the inner, Chakrasamvara the secret and the most secret expression being a Heruka.
So there we were, preparing for Tsok picnic and taking much as pictures we can of these statues. Our picnic would have been failure if there would not been any meat or alcohol, but we had, oh boy, we had. Even though, we put alcohol in pepsi bottle in order to disguise it from those
who dont have any idea what we were doing there.
It gave quite a strange feeling when rinpoche blowed three time to this thigh bone trumpet. Yes, gyaling made out of a human bone. Making airwaves change quickly into a tantric athmosphere. More strangely, group of girls came to visit this temple from boarding school, when the time was for the offerings to come about.
It was one of the nicest lunch I've had in long time and it felt like being in middle of Dakinis, whomever they might be...
Although, I became quite jealous towards the attention Lindsay was enjoying from those girls.

So it was 21th december

...When we set out on the journey, not knowing what dangers might wait ahead. Is there going to be serious temples, some serious action, human sacrifices? Surely we didnt know what karma had planned before our path, but somehow our destiny was written in stars long before. There is no such thing like a coincidence.
Slowly I woke up from my usual slumber, tossed, turned myself in bed and had breakfast with family. And more importantly I had breakfast with a karmic family which I was going to accompany for next ten days...
Then I put some marmonite on a tibetan bread. Although it looked kind gooey ( I mean, this marmonite thang), bread did not resist the destiny I was forging. Nor did it not develop it further. Gotta say, it tasted kind a, kind of, a swamp or a wood or something. I was a lucky enough to have Lindsay sitting next to me and warn what dangers it might contain. So I had just used little this.. well.. erm... marmonite. I guess, if something has to be healthy, it cannot be
good on the sametime. You need to buy two things or get rid of another.
Eventually we got our asses on a train. I really had no idea what might follow next, when this Rinpoche started say hilarious stories and more candid theories about different lineages and how they got their names. Especially this one lineage. I am not going to write here anything too offensive, but to leave everything to your own wild imagination, being quite a sure that there are people who cannot take a slightest possible sarcasm on their shoulder. If you want to get somekind of aa idea, I suggest you read the story of Marpa and find out what these teachers had to say, and messages they left, to each other. Well, atleast a gelukpa prononcuation have somekind of.. uh oh.. a strange tone. More appropiate term would be a galukpa, as it stands for the Ganden temple.
Ogyan Tanzin Rinpoche told us a story about this village on a eastern region of Assam. Being full of yoginis, it is rather difficult to get there. Only way to reach is by a river, where two currents meet. And more likely, it is very difficult to get out of there, once left there drifting in own destiny.
Apparently these female yoginis have developed certain siddhis, they have capacity to turn mans into goats, or even pigs. And they do that! During daytime, man are goats and on nightime they're again turned into consorts enjoy yoginis with a erotical play. Maybe some men would dream of it, but I still would not like to eat my own shit at daytime. That is just too high price to pay for impermanent pleasure, which is like a salt water.