It was written by a man named Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, and it purported to relate his experiences while growing up in Chakpori Lamasery,  Chokpori , Tibet, after being sent there at the age of seven. The title of the book is derived from an operation, similar to trepanation , that Rampa claimed he had undergone, in which a small hole was drilled into his forehead to arouse the third eye and enhance powers of clairvoyance. The book describes the operation as follows: The instrument penetrated the bone. A very hard, clean sliver of wood had been treated by fire and herbs and was slid down so that it just entered the hole in my head. I felt a stinging, tickling sensation apparently in the bridge of my nose.
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From the fantastic book from T. He Lobsang Rampa - had long time ago - in many earlier incarnations - been prepared for this task.
And the preparations continued in the young life of Lobsang in Tibet, which many of his books deal with. Also this book. His task was to bring some of the wisdom known by the few initiated of Tibet, to the west of the world. Rampa did a very, very hard trip to USA and England - but was forced out of the country - and therefore, the initiated lamas of Tibet had prepared for another possibility.
That was arranging a bodyexhange - a man in England wanted to come out of his difficult life - and so the lamas made it possible for him to come over to the astral world and Lobsang took over his physical body. As in music there are various octaves. Imagine that the ordinary Man in the Street vibrates on a certain octave, then a Nature Spirit and a Ghost will vibrate at a higher octave. Because the Average Man lives and thinks and believes on one octave only, people of other octaves are invisible to him!
I could see ghosts and nature spirits, therefore anyone should be able to see them also. The Lama, reading my thoughts, replied, "You see the aura of humans.
Most other humans do not. You see nature spirits and ghosts. All very young children see such things, because the very young are more receptive. Then as the child grows older, the cares of living coarsen the perceptions. You, because of your special upbringing see ghosts and nature spirits, and you always will - just as you will always see the human aura.
That is why you can put your hand right through them just as you can put your hand right through a sunbeam. I will tell you about it. The monk-servant, knowing us well, brought - not tsampa, but tea from Indian plants, and those sweet cakes which were carried across the high mountains specially for His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, and which I, just a poor chela, enjoyed so much.
The Lama Mingyar Dondup had toured the world, both in the physical and the astral. One of his very few weaknesses was an addiction to Indian tea. A weakness which I heartily endorsed! We settled down comfortably, and as soon as I had finished my cakes, my Guide and Friend spoke. I was late for Service, and to my horror I saw a portly Abbot blocking my way.
He was hurrying too! There was no time to avoid him; I was just rehearsing my apology when I crashed right through him. He was as alarmed as I. However, I was so bemused that I kept on running and so was not late, not too late, after all. He smiled at me and continued. I laid my plans carefully, and read all the old Scripts about such matters. I also consulted a very very learned man who lived in a cave high in the mountains.
He told me much, he put me on the right path, and I am going to tell you the same, because it leads directly to the theme of touching a ghost. Satisfied that the end was glowing satisfactorily, he turned his attention again to me. By using the correct incense, for all are designed for a certain vibration, we can attain certain results.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of a friendly hand on my shoulder. Now, as you well know, we do go into the astral to talk to ghosts and nature people. I do it, but how do I do it? Tell me, how would you explain the process of breathing? You do it, everyone does it, but how does one explain the process?
I knew I was always asking questions, but that was the only way to get to know things. I wanted more, I wanted to know. The collection of particles and electrical charges which constitutes a human being, has the electrical, or radio, device of the brain to tell it what to do. When a person thinks of moving a limb lem , electric currents race out along the appropriate nerves to galvanise the muscles into the desired action.
In the same way, when a person thinks, radio or electrical waves - actually they come from the higher part of the radio spectrum - are radiated from the brain. I read your thoughts, and when you try, you can read mine. The more two people are in sympathy, in harmony, with each other, the easier it is for them to read these brain radiations which are thoughts. So we get telepathy. Twins are often quite telepathic to each other. Identical twins, where the brain of one is a replica of the other, are so telepathic each to the other that it is often difficult indeed to determine which one originated a thought.
Why is this? Are there many more with this particular ability? Your powers are being increased by every method at our command, for you have a difficult task in the Life ahead of you. In the Old Days Lobsang, Mankind could commune telepathically with the animal world.
In the years to come, after Mankind has seen the folly of wars, the power will be regained; once again Man and Animal will walk in peace together, neither desiring to harm the other.
There came the blare of trumpets, and the Lama Mingyar Dondup jumped to his feet, saying, "We must hurry, Lobsang, the Temple Service is about to commence, and His Holiness Himself will be there. Later in chapter 2 the description goes on - the theme is the spiritual world and first a visit to the local channel to the higher worlds - the oracle … This is the World of Illusion.
You touch this wall and your finger is stopped by the stone. Therefore you reason that the wall exists as a solid that nothing can penetrate.
Beyond the windows the mountain ranges of the Himalayas stand firm as the backbone of the Earth. Yet a ghost, or you in the astral can move as freely Through the stone of the mountains as you can through the air. Not for the moment, though, as we must first call upon the Oracle.
The State Oracle was a surprisingly young man, thin, and of very sickly appearance. You are the one, I recognise you well," he said. I will see you later. Flickering lamps burned before the Sacred Images, causing thcir shadows to jump and move as though in some exotic dance.
Incense smoke spiralled upwards to form a low lying cloud above us. Together we sat by the side of the Lectern from whence the Reader would read from the Sacred Books. We sat in the attitude of contemplation, legs crossed, and fingers entwined. Listen to me, and do not interrupt, for this is the basis of our Inner Belief. As I shall explain later, people not sufficiently evolved must first have a belief which sustains them, makes them feel that a benevolent Father or Mother is watching over them.
Only when one has evolved to the appropriate stage can one accept this which I shall now tell you. This world, this life, is Hell, it is the testing place wherein our Spirit is purified by the suffering of learning to control our gross flesh body.
Just as a puppet is controlled by strings manipulated by the Puppet Master, so is our flesh body controlled by strings of electric force from our Overself, our Spirit. A good Puppet Master can create the illusion that the wooden puppets are alive, that they act, of their own volition vilje.
In the same way we, until we learn better, consider that our flesh body is the only thing that matters. In the spirit-strangling atmosphere of the Earth we forget the Soul that truly controls us, we think that we do things of our own free will and are answerable only to our "conscience. I cannot see anything connecting me to my Overself! Not while you are in the flesh body. Are you really bone from the neck up? Have you forgotten the Silver Cord, that collection of lines of electric force linking you here with your soul?
Truly, Lobsang, you are in the World of Illusion! Of course I knew about the Silver cord, that cord of bluish light which connects the physical body to the spirit body. I looked up, my Guide was ready to continue after my interruption. If we remembered past lives when, perhaps, we were more important than in this life, we should not have the necessary humility.
Why not a Tibetan? My Guide looked at me thoughtfully. Even a gas, even the air itself is composed of molecules, of minute particles. However, that is a digression, we were going to discuss the death and life of a Chinaman. His family was large, his concubines and slaves many. Even the Emperor of China himself had shown him favours. As his aged eyes peered short-sightedly through the window of his room he could dimly discern the beautiful gardens with the strutting peacocks. Softly to his failing ears came the song of birds returnmg to the trees as the day grew old.
Seng lay back, relaxed upon his cushions. Within himself he could feel the rustling fingers of Death loosing his bonds with life. Slowly the blood red sun sank behind the ancient pagoda. Slowly Old Seng sank back upon his cushions, a harsh rattling breath hissing through his teeth. The sunlight faded, and the little lamps in the room were lighted, but Old Seng had gone, gone with the last dying rays of the sun.
Cave of the Ancients
T. Lobsang Rampa