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.