Here is my dream from 27th June 2014.
It starts in a mountain setting. The wife and I are walking along a ridge either side of the ridge the mountain falls away into azure blue mountain lakes. There is no vegetation. The air is crisp and clear. We arrive in a small mountain village and go to our hotel.
Some while after, when we have settled in a young female child comes to visit us. Her eyes are most striking. They are blue despite the fact that she is Tibetan. I tell her she has beautiful eyes and she giggles happily. She says that the Karmapa will see me now and that I am to come to the monastery / palace for instructions. She skips off. She is the Karmapa’s little sister.
That night I go out onto the mountainside and see there the fish rearing pens. They are full of young hatchlings, which are moved from one pool to another as they mature. They must be raised like this otherwise the culture will die out. They change colour as they grow and mature. The pools are guarded by a Tibetan fish stock man who is dressed in traditional ceremonial costume.
I put my hand into the water and the fish swim to it.
The next morning I go to the palace / monastery and am shown in. Before long I am in the presence of a young man. He shows me around and tells me that they have many visitors. He is wearing monk’s robes. He shows me a long object shaped like a barometer which holds important “relics” in it. It is a staff of office and is “magical”. He lets me take it out of its box and handle it. He repeats ;
“We have had many visitors, many delegations…”
He watches how the staff interacts with me. It accepts me.
We must now get you ready to meet the Karmapa, you can meet him here at this mountain cave. He points at a map.
“You must come here at 2AM tomorrow morning. “
“Will you be OK walking in the mountains in the darkness?”
“Yes! I was born in the mountains. I will meet you there!”
I know that the young man is in fact the Karmapa.
An older more wizened Tibetan then comes in to speak with me. He is shortish and thickset. He is a combination of Akong and Trungpa and his appearance flits between these two.
He shows me a map of both the front and back faces of the mountain. It is in relief. I can zoom into the map to see the detail.
He makes emphasis on a little cabin. This is where the gatekeeper is. He keeps the keys.You will need to get a key from the gatekeeper before you meet the Karmapa.
In the dream I know it will not be the Karmapa who I will meet at the top of the mountain but the Akong / Trungpa being. I say that I will meet “them” there as they are the gatekeeper. This is a non verbal communication “mind to mind”. This man is insistent upon the protocol, the tradition. The Karmapa however has already seen enough. He is satisfied.
The young man is now sat between two others, one of them is the Akong / Trungpa being. The Karmapa is reciting the mantra “Om Mane Padme Hum” quietly. He looks at me to see if I join in, in deep voice, or not. I do this in my head only. There is a silent acknowledgement between us that he can “hear” me doing this.
I walk out of the palace / monastery with the sensation that the Karmapa is in need of a friend . There is now a sense of inevitability “it” has now changed to when and not if.