18/02 2015

THE LAUGHTER OF THE DALAI LAMA

The Laughter of The Lama

– or: You just don’t kiss the Dalai Lama!

(Photo Olivier Adam)

 

The Bella Center in Copenhagen is buzzing with hectic anticipation when I arrive to fulfill my promise. The Lakha Lama, who lives in Denmark, and with whom I have worked before, has asked me to host the Dalai Lama’s two-day seminar, and now the time has come. The Danish actress Ellen Hillingsø is doing the presentation in Danish, and I am doing it in English. Later I am to do both.

 

Lakha Lama pops by to see if everything is OK, and you can feel the energy building up as the hall fills with 4,000 participants. I am trying to get hold of some information when word starts spreading, to the police officers and the stagehands from the lamas and security people of His Holiness himself: ‘He is coming, he is coming!’

 

You can feel the rush when we enter the stage. Before you know it, we are standing in line, the translators, Anne Barchardi and Birgit Scott, and Ellen and I, while the Dalai Lama enters the stage, shaking hands with everyone.

From my spot behind the stage it is difficult to understand what is being said. His Holiness’ English is even more broken than mine. But something else is going on. Something unexplainable. The stream of speech is interrupted by a liberating laughter. A laughter that makes 4,000 people laugh with it.

While the interpreters are doing their job, His Holiness is yawning, waving to someone in the audience and making signs to an old lady who is on her way to the toilet, before he interrupts the interpretation and continues the teachings.

 

Then it all happens again. The Dalai Lama is giggling his heart out. Now I see it. I hear it. There is no end to this laughter. It only exposes the fact that this is what we all have been looking for all our lives, and now it is here, an energy and a presence, freed of any form of judgment, sarcasm or sting of hurt. It is like a ladder of light, reaching upwards, while three white crystals are dancing over the Dalai Lama’s head.

 

Afterwards I find myself standing in a line of people backstage, while the Dalai Lama personally thanks each and every one. Some have brought gifts. I have brought nothing. Then suddenly I remember that I have a copy of my book, The Law of Light, in my backpack. I run for my life and get back at the exact moment that His Holiness turns towards me. I bow forwards presenting my gift to him.

 

Caught in a moment outside time and space our eyes meet, and I just lose myself in these portals of eternity. He grab my hands, and I whisper in his ear, something about the Aramaic avatar Yeshua and the book’s content, and that it is concluded by a saying of His Holiness’ himself. He turns towards the photographer, holding the book in front of him. I am just trying to find my old awkward self. Before I know it, he’s gone.

 

(Photo Olivier Adam)

 

There was a time when I thought that it would take light years to travel beyond time and space. My teacher, the seer Calle de Montsegur always went beyond time and space, to the Akashic field, in order to obtain his insights, just like the American visionary Edgar Cayce. One day he just showed me that time and space, as we know them, are human inventions, a veil we have put up between ourselves and the reality of God, because we are intimidated by our own smallness and our fear of staying too long in the multidimensional light. But this reality of God is never far away. It is always within reach. It is a higher level of consciousness. It is just a matter of choice. What do we choose?

 

This reality is the reality of Yeshua, and it is the reality of the Dalai Lama, and it can be the reality of every one of us. There are no limits to our capabilities, only our infantile megalomania or our lack of self-esteem. We can all reach the highest level if we choose to. We just have to skip our fears. The answer is gratitude, patience, service, faithfulness, clarity, presence, compassion, forgiveness and silence. When we understand and appreciate what we already have, when we accept our mission and take it upon ourselves, then we become meek. Then we can enter. Without knowledge. That is wisdom. Because real knowledge is more than cold facts and wisdom is beyond theory. Wisdom is presence. Wisdom is being. Wisdom is knowing. Wisdom is compassion. It eliminates no one. Wisdom always welcomes the awakened and the compassionate.

 

Day two of the seminar follows the same schedule. On his way down from the stage after the first half of the lecture, the Dalai Lama is headed directly towards me. He opens his arms and we embrace. What does one do? I don’t know. I kiss him on his third eye. It all happens within a split second.

At lunch all the team are seated around the same table, with the Dalai Lama in our midst. He tells us that he goes to bed every evening at 6pm, and that he gets up at 2am to meditate for three hours.

 

Afterwards, on his way back to stage, he whispers to me: ‘A beautiful book. It proves that Jesus is one of the world’s greatest bodhisattvas.’

Later, someone says: ‘You can’t kiss the Dalai Lama!’

At first I don’t get it and answer somewhat too cockily: ‘I can!’

Then it dawns on me that the fellow meant that I was not supposed to kiss His Holiness. That is just not the sort of thing one does.

 

That may be so but I am convinced that the Dalai Lama knew my intentions were pure and that he had been my hero since I read his book Tibet – My Country and My People when I was a boy. Besides he seemed to be fed up of the stiff protocol surrounding him. And then, I couldn’t help myself. Kissing him just felt the right thing to do. He himself is always looking for ways of breaking the protocol, innocently, without anyone really finding out. That’s why it is so moving to be around this being of light.

 

A friend of mine, the Norwegian director Ole Bernt Frøshaug, told me during the shooting in Israel of our documentary about The Law of Light, that when the Dalai Lama visited Norway, one of the first things he responded to was all the Norwegian monks and nuns. ‘Why do you dress like Tibetan monks and build stupas, when you have Jesus? Don’t you know that it is no coincidence that you were born and raised in a Christian society?’ And that is exactly the point of my book The Law of Light – The Secret Teachings of Jesus. The problem is that we have to rediscover the deep penetrating truths of Yeshua, hidden not only in the Gnostic Gospels, but also in The Book of Enoch and our New Testament. And the psychology behind the Aramaic language provides the key to this secret.

 

There are so many similarities between Buddha and Yeshua’s wisdom and also some differences. Shantideva’s Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life, together with Thomas a Kempis’ The Imitation of Christ has always followed me.

 

During the seminar the Dalai Lama suddenly starts speaking Tibetan. Twenty minutes at a time. Then English interpretation, then Danish. It all disappears in a haze. Then I see it. It is not the words. It is his presence. It is like reading between the lines. Then his laughter. The ladder unfolds, up, up, up. I forget myself and fall into deep meditation, razing in slowmotion across the Tibetan plain on a Mongolian horse, while the prayer flags are waving from Amri-chiri, The Mountain that Penetrates Heaven. The sky reflects on a lake, where a lotus flower is flourishing. And I see that the lotus is my own open heart.

When it is all over, I’m standing in a trance on my spot by the staircase to the stage. I don’t know that I am supposed to be up there, while the Dalai Lama blesses the arranger, the translators and me. Instead he hugs me while he passes by, and I kiss him on his chin, before he disappears in the Bella Sky elevator, which will take him to another heaven.

 

Blessed and healed I fly home on the laughter of the Dalai Lama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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