That may have been for a reason
If there is anywhere in the world
where everything seems possible,
it is, beyond doubt, Tibet.
Tibet was closed for people far too long for them to create any expectations and it makes Tibet free. It allows the magic there to exist in original, untouched way, untroubled with limits of being embodied. Have you noticed how calm it is at nights, people sleeping, their thoughts and dreams covered with blankets, boiling in funny closed containers called heads? Same for Tibet. People think so rarely about it… Have you ever?
How much do you know? Let me try – an extremely cold country with otherwise cool summers where people have to fight for survival, rely on yaks for almost everything, fantastic views, rich legendary past and crazy monks living in the caves all year round - so far from your everyday life that it slips through your filters. Correct me if I am wrong.
That may have been for a reason…
Tibet I know… I wonder if anyone else remembers it. I did not have memories of it either. When I was a child I had the most ordinary life, questioning why I am here at all, trying to find at least something that could give me piece but bumping into neuroses mostly. I was not wise or anything, making every single mistake twice, just to be sure, pulling on life because I was expected to…
I do not remember exactly when I heard the word Tibet first. Ti-bet. It sounded like a cure to me. Now I realize that I remembered more than I had thought. When I was 16, I took a pen one evening and wrote chapter one of a story that came to me in a flow, I just wrote it down without thinking. Then came chapter two, epilogue and then... there was a gap for twenty years. But I knew exactly it would come back and I also knew that epilogue was going to be true. Pictures, places, people, names, someone’s memories kept coming to me randomly and unexpectedly even after that. I could not always tell the difference which world they belonged. Now my vision of the past is much clearer. Now, I see I was guided, things that seemed random then, were not random at all. The more I remembered, the calmer I became. I finally had this place inside me that felt like home. I could escape there when needed.
My life went by, stormy but bright and challenging. Many, many years after the first memories I knew a lot and the more I knew the less I understood how a world like that could vanish without a trace. What could have happened that any traces of it were wiped so exhaustively. Hardly any legend or myth echo what was happening then. Now I don’t need to search for myths.
I can correct and complete them since I know better.
Tibet is a place of many stories. You may think they’re not connected: people from different spots, different times, epochs but that’s an illusion. Everything is linked here. People might see it after five minutes or after 10 years, for some a lifetime is not enough but this is how things are here, in Tibet. Tibet has patience to wait.
It’s a huge mandala and none of its parts however far they are from the center is ever alone, every piece of sand is linked, through other grains, with everything on the Mandala. People from outside believe events occur for no reason. Every stone thrown into a lake starts a wave which goes infinitely even if you lose it from your sight. It can transform, weaken or become stronger but never disappears, even after touching the shore. By moving a piece of sand at a time the wave aims to create a sea in a million years time.
This is true for the rest of the world as well but people don’t have time to look at the ripples, that’s why they need all kinds of psychologists and gurus. These jobs do not exist here. Here, we have the courage to remember. We have courage to accept. We have courage to live in it. All the people who come to Tibet, come for a reason. Sometimes they live far away and suddenly start thinking about this place, something deep inside them whispers they belong here. It might take several months, years or lifetimes but they will come and when they come they will be woven back into the mandala of Tibet and then… anything can happen.
