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Meeting The Dalai Lama at 36,000 Feet

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His Holiness the Dalai Lama beckons me to come closer

Prepare yourself for every superlative and cliché in the book, as I try to describe the experience of meeting His Holiness the Dalai Lama this week; an extraordinary and outrageously special experience (you see? I’ve already started with the hyperbole).

My journal entry says, “I’m not sure if ‘holy crap!’ are appropriate words to use in the same sentence as the Dalai Lama … but holy moly (holy guacamole? Holy Gautama?), I met His Holiness the Dalai Lama on my flight to Delhi today”. Since the experience was much more profound than that, I will now try to give it due reverence.

During my advanced yoga teacher training in McLeod Ganj, India, I was optimistic that I would get a chance to see His Holiness, since his residence was on our doorstep. Over two months, like a DalaiGroupie. I checked his official itinerary online, applied through the web site for a “private audience” (although I would have been happy to be one in a cast of thousands), visited the security office in the town, asked local Buddhists, monks and nuns (who had now become my friends) if they knew of any unscheduled appearances, and when I had a chance to visit the Buddhist temple adjacent to his home, I’d stay alert, just in case he felt a spontaneous urge to venture out and have some time with his peeps.

It was not meant to be. The harder I searched, the more elusive he was.

Finally, it was the end of my stay and time for me to accept I was not going to see HHDL. There’s some irony in that acceptance, since the Buddhist and Yoga philosophy of non-attachment suggests that to avoid suffering, we should detach from our desires to the point that if they remain unfulfilled, we can still be content. Best we accept, with grace, the things we can’t change – no Dalai Lama as part of my yoga teacher training? Okay, then, I could live with that … it had still been an unforgettable seven weeks at Kailash Tribal School of Yoga.

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Taking it all in.

And so, on the Dharamsala to Delhi flight, I was staring out the window, saying goodbye and thank you for my special Himalayan yoga experience, when I noticed the American couple sitting behind me were now taking selfies with two Tibetan monks in the front row. I thought, “Oh, isn’t that sweet; they’ve obviously not seen many monks yet and this is still a novelty for them”.

Half an hour later, without really knowing where the question came from, I found myself casually asking them if there was any specific reason they were taking photos of “the two monks”, and they stared at me and said, “Uh, YES. That’s the Dalai Lama”. My jaw dropped. I hadn’t even noticed them boarding the aircraft, I’d been so lost in my Goodbye-McLeod-Ganj thoughts. To Art and Amy from DC … THANK YOU!

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Note how strongly I was gripping his hands 🙂

All these weeks of wishing and hoping to see him, and now here he was, two rows in front of me, within an easy yoga stretch. The next slice of time (2 minutes? 2 years? 2 seconds?) passed in a daze (cliché, but true). I found myself crouching down in the aisle, waiting shyly and not wanting to disturb him, while simultaneously also wanting to sit in his lap and ask him for All The Answers to All The Questions.

He looked up and reached out towards me, beckoning me to come forward. I knelt down, simply holding his hands and staring at him. His grip was firm and strong and when I looked at the photos afterwards, I realized I was crushing his hands in my white-knuckled grasp, not wanting to let go.

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Smiles

Friends have asked me what I said to him and he to me, but there was no need for words. There was nothing I wanted to say. I simply held his hands and gazed at him; his deep, brown eyes alert and filled with light and wisdom, and a mischievous smile on his face.

I drank it all in. I felt his presence as pure; his spirit kind, humble and compassionate. It felt like I was bathing in his energy, on the receiving end of unconditional love and I wanted nothing more than to return this love to him, from my heart. (Yes, I warned you about the superlatives).

At some point, I placed my palms together in “Namaste”, and stumbled back to my seat. I sat for a while, not even looking at the photos my fellow American passenger had taken of me. I sat and absorbed what had just happened, and my eyes filled with tears as I realized how blessed I was to have experienced this. As many people pointed out, it was the perfect end to an already-perfect yoga adventure in India.

Once we had landed in Delhi, I looked down to notice I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt after I had floated back to my seat. But somehow, I think our flight was in safe hands.

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27 thoughts on “Meeting The Dalai Lama at 36,000 Feet”

    1. Oh Julie I am so thrilled for you…you looked so peaceful and full of joy in the picture of you gazing at His Holiness. Your friend from Cross Country yoga class Maria

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      1. Maria! Lovely to “see” you here! I often think of the “Cross Country Yoginis” and wonder how you are all doing. Have a wonderful 2015 and may it be filled with lots of happy yoga hours 🙂

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  1. In reading of your experience my tears flow freely… I also feel a profound connection, even though I am once removed. Thanks for sharing… stepping out, and stepping up. I am grateful for your efforts and your friendship. Love & Namaste

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  2. MP It was such a joy for me to watch as you told us of this amazing experience and I think you have caught that joy in this beautiful passage. Again the photos that you have chosen are perfect. TP with loveXX

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    1. TP, I got home to find one of the Dalai Lama photos in a frame on our dining room table, next to my Ganesh statue, so that “India wouldn’t seem too far away”. How’s that for a wonderful husband 😍

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  3. I am so happy for you. I know the spiritual attachment that you shared will be cherished by you forever. Can’t wait to see you and hear more about your wonderful journey

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  4. Such a beautiful gift. Such a beautiful story. Such a perfect initiation and culmination of all of your perfect work. I am touched by the blessing of this beautiful moment. Thank you.

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    1. Yes, a perfect and beautiful gift. When I look back on it nearly two months later, I remember how the entire experience was devoid of THOUGHT, and filled only with feeling – one of those special moments of being in “the zone” and acting from the heart, not the head. Blessed!

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  5. I am very touched by your posting here, Julie! It is clear that God answered the desire of your heart without you having to do a thing to bring it about. I am happy that your trip ended in such a special and satisfying way!

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    1. Thank you! This magical experience will stay with for the rest of my life. Every time I re-tell the story, I’m told my face lights up, my eyes shine and I look like I’m being transported right back to India. Which, of course, I am.

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    1. Thank you for the feedback 🙂
      And yes – lucky, lucky me. Coming up to 1 year ago since my encounter with this beautiful man and my smile just gets bigger, every time I remember it.

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    1. Thanks for stopping to say hi, Karen! I’m glad you liked the story; it never gets tired for me to revisit it. And how wonderful that you enjoyed the podcast at Yoga Digest … we will be doing more of these, so stay tuned 🙂 Namaste

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