Sacred Caves

After I arrived back in Kathmandu, I headed back to my usual hostel, Yog. I arrived just in time for Shivarati. It’s a Hindu festival celebrating Shiva. There are celebrations everywhere, but especially at the Pashupatinath temple. The facilities are big. There is a river that runs through where bodies are cremated.
I met new, and old, friends at Yog and went to the temple around 12am. It was quite a scene. There were Baba (yogis) scattered about, giving blessings and huddled around fires. There was a psytrance party on one area of the complex. This is the only day of the year that non-Hindus are allowed into the main temple.

The festivities started in the early hours and lasted all day. Later in the day, there were gatherings in the streets. People cooked and distributed food to passer-byers. Children blocked some roads with ropes/chains. They asked drivers for money in exchange for letting them pass. There were bon fires in the street throughout the city.
The next day, I went back to meditate at the Boudhanath stupa. This place is powerful. While doing Tonglen, a practice of taking in the suffering of others and sending out light/relief, a bee stung my finger and died. I think there was a mind training message here of being able to practice Tonglen while being attacked, a feat only attainable at the time because I was in the middle of the practice and I was in a special place. I aspire to be able to practice achieving the same mind state outside this kind of protected environment post-meditation.

I left Kathmandu to go do a short trek with a Nepali friend, Udaya. We took an 8 hour (bumpy) bus ride to Nakote. On the way there I saw two black Ayam Cemani chickens (the second time in a 2 week time span)! We arrived in Nakote, checked into a guest house, met some others travelers, and were off in the morning.
Our first destination was the Padmasambhava cave, just on the north edge of a quaint village named Melamchigaon. Padmasambhava was a Buddhist Vajra master who lived in the 8th-9th centuries. He is accredited with bringing Buddhism to Tibet. Meditating in his cave was probably the highlight of the trek. Powerful. It had a similar quality to the temple behind the Boudhanath stupa in Kathmandu, although it was slightly different.

After, we continued uphill to Thadepati. Thadepati is at the top of a mountain ridge. We stayed the night there, and were greeted with a glorious sunrise. The next day we headed back down to Nakote for lunch. The high forest just below Thadepati was just beautiful. There were no shrubs or grasses growing at this altitude, just trees.

After lunch, we headed to our final destination, the Milerepa cave. Milerepa was a Tibetan siddha. Trekking down was relatively short. We passed lovely cascades and then arrived at the monastery built in front of the cave. This cave was also special and again, had a similar vibration as the Padmasambhava cave and temple at Boudhanath stupa, but again also slightly different. All these vibrations I think can be loosely connected with how a quartz feels. After leaving the cave, I checked out the temple in front of it. There were Vajrayana paintings covering the walls and ceilings. There were many wrathful deities I did not recognize.

This trek was just lovely. The places were like scenes taken from Shang-Chi and the legend of the ten rings, magical and serene.

The Showers

The past few weeks have been pretty eventful, as all other weeks. The construction of the dome has winded down, although bits of work were done and are still left to do.
The camps construction crew’s attention has turned to the building of new outdoor showers. The design is like a sigma E. The main structure went up relatively fast. We received new volunteers to help with the project. At one point, we hired contract masons to plaster the showers. It was good to work with them and see their techniques.
I also got an intro to plumbing thanks to Haribol, the construction crew’s lead!

The dome had its floor installed, made up of leveled gravel then cement. We would have done an earthen floor, but there was a deadline to meet.
Parts of the wall kept falling off. A cow dung mixture was applied to those parts and the entire inside was treated with cow dung wash to smooth out the cracks. After drying, we applied 2 coats of lime wash.
The door and window frames were fit into place and secured with metal rods that were hammered into the walls then bolted to the frames.

The food at camp continues to be amazing.

I continue to enjoy the strong sense of community that is intrinsic to Conscious Impact. They host meetings and workshops frequently. Its incredible to see the impact the organization has on the community perpetually unraveling before my eyes.

I took a bus to down to Kathmandu to meet my friend Carol, who would come to visit for 2 weeks. On the way down, the bus got a flat tire. Fortunately, all my luggage was on my lap. I walked out of the bus, crossed the street, and flagged down the next bus passing by. It’s liberating being able to travel light and easily. While in city, awaiting Carol’s arrival, I checked out the Saturday Sherpa Farmer’s Market. It was pretty sweet, a kind of loungy/ pedestrianized/ expat hangout scene with lots of novel artisan crafted goods.
I also met a fun girl from my hostel, Sophie.

Carol arrived and we hit the tourist sites in Kathmandu: Monkey temple, Boudhanath, and Durbar Square. We also went to the cremation grounds and saw an Aarti, a worship ritual dance using fire and incense.
There’s much to be said about about my time with Carol, but I’ll highlight the most memorable.
The time at the cremation grounds was powerful. I felt the heartbreak of the deceased family members as my own. Carol and I got into a heated discussion the next day primarily concerned with how differently people perceive their experience of reality/ life.
Also powerful, was the meditation time we had in a temple behind Boudhanath stupa. At one point I gazed right into the eye of a statue of Padmasambava … penetrating.
Before we left Kathmandu, we stopped by Sami Croissant. The owner is a food scientist who makes croissants out of bamboo cells. I had a “ham and cheese” croissant that was entirely vegan, pretty interesting place.

After Kathmandu, we took a 10 hour tempestuous bus ride to Pokhara. Pokhara was just lovely. There are numerous cafes on the lake side with cozy venues and awesome menus. Up on the mountain tops, you can see a giant Shiva statue and a peace pagoda.
The peace pagoda was pretty special. I felt a deep calm, the kind I achieve only after a concentrated one hour meditation, achieved in less than 10 minutes.
One evening, Carol and I stumbled upon a full moon ritual. I thought that was quite auspicious.
Before we left, I witness what was perhaps the fattest dog I’ve ever seen. I pointed it out to Carol, who commented that I was hurting its feelings.

We returned to Kathmandu for a day to transit over to the Conscious Impact camp. While in Kathmandu, I caught up with friends in the area.

It was great to have Carol experience the magic that is the CI camp. Below are pics from a community dinner we had at one of the staff’s (mama’s) home. “Mama” is Nepali for “uncle”.

I returned to Kathmandu to see Carol off and to fly out myself. My visa expired and so I left to India, but I’ll be back soon to continue working on more natural building projects.

The trip was nice. It is like being in some kind of time warp these past 3 weeks, transitioning from place to place. It calls to mind a quote on groundlessness from Chogyam Trungpa, “The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there’s no ground.”

Life is dream-like, everything is due to its causes. ♡