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I was back on Tantra island. I was going to stay a week with this new madman. As soon as I got there I set up my tent and watched the daily fights. The Austrian woman was determined to use me as a shield and as long as I was around she insulted her boy-friend on a daily basis. Shouting and even physical blows occurred everyday. But I couldn't help noticing that that there was an element of ritual theatre in all this. I mean even when the Austrian girl was thrown into the pool with all her clothes on. This was a really tough couple. I tried to keep my composure. There was no other choice.

I mean this guy was a great encyclopedia. He was. By the time I got through we had twelve audio-cassettes. We covered everything there was to know about tantra and the Vajrayana path. And this guy besides having an impressive amount of knowledge was downright funny and really hip in his delivery. I mean the Buddhist lingo was mixed with a lot of sixties American slang. This guy was not only really hip to tantra, but could rap at the speed of light. I as a Yopi really appreciated this.

We talked a lot about sutras and how the chanting of them absorbed your psychic sludge so you could release it. But it seems only you could benefit from this exercise. It was ONLY clearing you. That wasn't good enough. Tantra cleared you and others simultaneously. The mantra was the main Tibetan tool for mind cruising in other subtler realms. This cruising cleared the mind and also burned karma while simultaneously clearing other beings. Pretty far-out stuff. It was sure, the hairiest sight and sound show available and my karma had brought me to it and to someone who could explain it to me.

Besides the mantra you had the yidam. This was the visualization of the deity. You engineered a hallucination in order to blast into other mind realms. That's were the great guides were. When you called them, they helped you; and this freed you and others at the same time. That's how it all worked.

We did a lot of sight and sound and it was pretty trippy. We then did Manjushri and Amitaba. I saw a yellow Buddha flash by while we were doing this. We then sealed the gig with silent meditation on emptiness. I was flying! BEEP! BEEP! Images just got bigger and bigger on the mental radar screen. We saved the best for last. Kalachakra and Vajrakilaiya. I had the empowerments for these practices. This tantric cruiser not only gave initiations, but also instructions. Which were hard to get and great to have. I mean the lamas were kind of tight-fisted in America and with good reason. This stuff was dangerous. I mean it was like a sacred circuit.

You made offerings and prepared the runway for the heavies to land. They shined on you their radiance and bliss. You offered it to all beings and then got it back and then re-offered it to the great guides. I mean it was a sacred loop and the more you did it, the more you just glowed. And the more things just kind of happened. They really did.

The week went pretty fast. The tantric guy was living with his mother who had Alzheimer's and she was always kind of walking in circles a lot. The Austrian gal would pick fights and sometimes walk around the house in the nude. It was hot and the sun would beat down everyday. It was good to have a pool around. I noticed that the mother's bedroom was occupied. A tall thin kind of guy would come in and out late at night. I was told that he was a Vietnam vet and that he had a lot of guns and lot's of rounds of live ammunition inside. So I kind of kept to myself. I mean this was tantra!

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