Life of a Buddhist Monk

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Compared to Lobsang Rampa’ s trials – Lobsang being
the spirit of a Buddhist monk who took over the body of
Cyril Henry Hoskins – my life’s a feast, where Lobsang
had to sit still with a yak-butter lamp balanced on his
head at the age of seven

All I had to do at that age was sit with unseeing eyes in
a class and learn tables by heart, a feat I never accom-
plished, I still cannot do maths today - though I love the
statistics required to compute precession of the earth’s
equinoxes and astrogenetics -

The influence of the sun’s rays when reflected from
various planets - on living systems; Lobsang suffered
the operation to open the Third Eye without complaint
and loved the golden auras of the Tibetan monks who
led a blameless life

Ran from painted women with their hair spread over
wooden frames worn on their head – though I would
have run also, paint irritates my eyes and I have very
thin hair – shocked by their ugly auras and screeching
voices, Lobsang could see hatred

And jealousy whirling around hostile people; and slept
very little – maybe the life of a Buddhist monk would have
been better for me also, it holds a charm that lifts me from
the feeling of self-pity because I find my prescribed text so
dry and boring

Useless for spiritual growth and totally meaningless in the
grand scheme of things…
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