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Twenty years ago I attended Tarthang Tulku’s workshop on Tibetan Buddhism
at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California. Rinpoche (“precious jewel”), as we called
the teacher, had been forced to leave Tibet when the Chinese Communists had
invaded, and had “just gotten off the boat” from India. He therefore spoke precious
little English. The bits of his speech that weren’t already broken were frequently
broken with laughter. I had been expecting esoteric explanations of advanced theory,
but what I got was something incalculably more valuable.
Rinpoche would indicate the world around us with a casual sweep of the hand
and portentously announce: “This... dream!” Then he would laugh some more and
pointing at me or some other person or object, rather mysteriously it seemed, he
would insist: “This dream!” followed by more laughter. Rinpoche managed to get the
idea across to us (how, I don’t really know; I wouldn’t rule out telepathy, considering
how very few words were exchanged) that we were to attempt to think of all our
experiences as dreams and to try to maintain unbroken continuity of consciousness
between the two states of sleep and waking. I didn’t think I was doing very well with
the exercise, but on my way back to San Francisco after the weekend, I unexpectedly
found my world was in some way expanded.