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The Hermit - Lobsang Rampa - Eng.

The Hermit - Lobsang Rampa - Eng.

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CHAPTER ONE

OUTSIDE the sun was shining. Vividly it illumined the trees, threw black shadows behind the jutting rocks, and sent a myriad glinting points from the blue, blue lake. Here, though, in the cool recesses of the old hermit's cave, the light was filtered by overhanging fronds and came greenly, soothingly, to tired eyes strained by exposure to the glaring sun. The young man bowed respectfully to the thin hermit sitting erect on a time-smoothed boulder. ‘I have come to you for instructio
CHAPTER ONE

OUTSIDE the sun was shining. Vividly it illumined the trees, threw black shadows behind the jutting rocks, and sent a myriad glinting points from the blue, blue lake. Here, though, in the cool recesses of the old hermit's cave, the light was filtered by overhanging fronds and came greenly, soothingly, to tired eyes strained by exposure to the glaring sun. The young man bowed respectfully to the thin hermit sitting erect on a time-smoothed boulder. ‘I have come to you for instructio

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 CHAPTER ONEOUTSIDE the sun was shining. Vividly it illumined the trees,threw black shadows behind the jutting rocks, and sent amyriad glinting points from the blue, blue lake. Here, though,in the cool recesses of the old hermit's cave, the light wasfiltered by overhanging fronds and came greenly, soothingly, totired eyes strained by exposure to the glaring sun.The young man bowed respectfully to the thin hermit sittingerect on a time-smoothed boulder. ‘I have come to you for in-struction, Venerable One,’ he said in a low voice.‘Be seated,’ commanded the elder. The young monk in thebrick-red robe bowed again and sat cross-legged on the hard-packed earth a few feet from his senior.The old hermit kept silent, seemingly gazing into an infinityof pasts through eyeless sockets. Long long years before, as ayoung lama, he had been set upon by Chinese officials in Lhasaand cruelly blinded for not revealing State secrets which he didnot possess. Tortured, maimed and blinded, he had wanderedembittered and disillusioned away from the city. Moving bynight he walked on, almost insane with pain and shock heavoided human company. Thinking, always thinking.Climbing ever upwards, living on the sparse grass or anyherbs he could find, led to water for drinking by the tinkle of mountain streams, he kept a tenuous hold on the spark of life.Slowly his worst hurts healed, his eyeless sockets no longerdripped. But ever he climbed upwards, away from mankindwhich tortured insanely and without reason. The air becamethin. No longer were there tree branches which could be peeledand eaten for food. No longer could he just reach out andpluck grasses. Now he had to crawl on hands and knees,7
 
 reeling, stretching, hoping to get enough to stave off the worstpangs of starvation.The air became colder, the bite of the wind keener, but stillhe plodded on, upwards, ever upwards as if driven by someinner compulsion. Weeks before, at the outset of his journey, hehad found a stout branch which he had used as a stave withwhich to pick his path. Now, his questing stick struck solidlyagainst a barrier and his probing could find no way throughit.The young monk looked intently at the old man. No sign of movement. Was he all right, the young man wondered, andthen consoled himself with the thought that the ‘Ancient Ven-erables’ lived in the world of the past and never hurried foranyone. He gazed curiously around the bare cave. Bare indeedit was. At one side a yellowed pile of straw — his bed. Close to ita bowl. Over a projecting finger of rock a tattered saffron robedrooped mournfully as if conscious of its sun-bleached state.And nothing more. Nothing.The ancient man reflected on his past, thought of the pain of being tortured, maimed, and blinded. When HE was as young asthe young man sitting before him.In a frenzy of frustration his staff struck out at the strangebarrier before him. Vainly he strove to see through eyelesssockets. At last, exhausted by the intensity of his emotions, hecollapsed at the foot of the mysterious barrier. The thin airseeped through his solitary garment, slowly robbing the starvedbody of heat and life.Long moments passed. Then came the clatter of shod feetstriding across the rocky ground. Muttered words in an incom-prehensible tongue, and the limp body was lifted and carriedaway. There came a metallic clang! and a waiting vulture,feeling cheated of his meal, soared into clumsy flight.The old man started; all THAT was long ago. Now he had togive instruction to the young fellow before him so like HE hadbeen oh, how many years was it? Sixty? Seventy? Or more? Nomatter, that was behind, lost in the mists of time. What werethe years of a man's life when he knew of the years of theworld?8

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