Alex Wilding

If you want to see the brief comments, but they don't appear in your channel, you will find them on Podbean. So, picture yourself now, if you will, in some kind of primitive guesthouse in remote, well, where? Maybe Nepal, or Tibet, or Sikkim, or even Scotland. We do have practicing Buddhists and Buddhist centres in the West, after all, as well as haunted houses and haunted graveyards.

If you want to see the brief comments, but they don't appear in your channel, you will find them on Podbean. So, picture yourself now, if you will, in some kind of primitive guesthouse in remote, well, where? Maybe Nepal, or Tibet, or Sikkim, or even Scotland. We do have practicing Buddhists and Buddhist centres in the West, after all, as well as haunted houses and haunted graveyards.

It's night-time, and the room is dark, lit only by a couple of candles. The conversation It is witty, but you find you just do have to go outside for a leak. It does happen. Not wanting to pollute the ground right next to the inn, you walk 50 yards up the path. It's not difficult. There is a quarter moon hanging low in the west, giving enough light.

It's night-time, and the room is dark, lit only by a couple of candles. The conversation It is witty, but you find you just do have to go outside for a leak. It does happen. Not wanting to pollute the ground right next to the inn, you walk 50 yards up the path. It's not difficult. There is a quarter moon hanging low in the west, giving enough light.

As you arrange your clothing again after relieving yourself, you hear something in the distance. Bop, bop, bop, bop, along with ting, ting, ting, ting. You strain your ears.

As you arrange your clothing again after relieving yourself, you hear something in the distance. Bop, bop, bop, bop, along with ting, ting, ting, ting. You strain your ears.

The blare of what is in fact a human thigh bone being used as a trumpet. Whoa! Back in the double dorge, because this guest house that we are picturing is an emanation of the real virtual double dorge restaurant, you tell your companions what you heard. Ooh, they say, so we have a chur par in the neighbourhood, do we? Let's check him out.

The blare of what is in fact a human thigh bone being used as a trumpet. Whoa! Back in the double dorge, because this guest house that we are picturing is an emanation of the real virtual double dorge restaurant, you tell your companions what you heard. Ooh, they say, so we have a chur par in the neighbourhood, do we? Let's check him out.

Do you suppose he's up at the old cemetery, the one that got too full of bodies? See if we can scare him, see if he's the real deal. You troop out and head that way, staying very close to one another. If by daylight you wonder whether the place is haunted by ghouls and ghosts, at this time of night you have very few doubts indeed. Twenty minutes later, you're getting close.

Do you suppose he's up at the old cemetery, the one that got too full of bodies? See if we can scare him, see if he's the real deal. You troop out and head that way, staying very close to one another. If by daylight you wonder whether the place is haunted by ghouls and ghosts, at this time of night you have very few doubts indeed. Twenty minutes later, you're getting close.

The sound does indeed lead you to the graveyard. say your companions. When you've crept to within 20 metres of the source of the sound, the voice tells you that the practitioner is a woman, which is even braver than a man, if that is for other, less ghostly reasons.

The sound does indeed lead you to the graveyard. say your companions. When you've crept to within 20 metres of the source of the sound, the voice tells you that the practitioner is a woman, which is even braver than a man, if that is for other, less ghostly reasons.

10 metres, creeping, creeping, getting closer, just 5 metres, and then altogether, woo-hoo, boobly, holla, holla, boobly, boobly, waving your arms about in the darkness. If this practitioner jumps up and runs away in terror, she will have to find another site to look for support.

10 metres, creeping, creeping, getting closer, just 5 metres, and then altogether, woo-hoo, boobly, holla, holla, boobly, boobly, waving your arms about in the darkness. If this practitioner jumps up and runs away in terror, she will have to find another site to look for support.

But if she calmly continues with the bop, bop, bop, bop, the ting, ting, ting, ting, and the sonorous melodies of the chant, then yoghurt, barley flour, butter and fruit are going to be offered over the coming days and even weeks. So what then is this church? The simple answer is that it's a method of spiritual practice. A fuller answer is that it's a whole bunch of methods of spiritual practice.

But if she calmly continues with the bop, bop, bop, bop, the ting, ting, ting, ting, and the sonorous melodies of the chant, then yoghurt, barley flour, butter and fruit are going to be offered over the coming days and even weeks. So what then is this church? The simple answer is that it's a method of spiritual practice. A fuller answer is that it's a whole bunch of methods of spiritual practice.

So much so that it is counted as one of the eight great chariots of Buddhism in Tibet. It's described that way in the Treasury of Knowledge, which was composed in the 19th century by the one and only Jamgon Kontrol the Great.

So much so that it is counted as one of the eight great chariots of Buddhism in Tibet. It's described that way in the Treasury of Knowledge, which was composed in the 19th century by the one and only Jamgon Kontrol the Great.

The first Jamgon Kontrol was a towering figure in the spiritual life of the Tibet of his time and was one of the founders of the Primae movement, the movement that dismantled at least some of the artificial walls between the established schools of Tibetan Buddhism.

The first Jamgon Kontrol was a towering figure in the spiritual life of the Tibet of his time and was one of the founders of the Primae movement, the movement that dismantled at least some of the artificial walls between the established schools of Tibetan Buddhism.