I am the only son and, of course, they are the only parents that I have in this life, so I can very proudly say that we are three and this is the beautiful family that I have. This is mainly because we know the essential relationship among us; we know each other very well. Especially, we appreciate and remember the kind of love and care that we have had for each other as a basic knowledge. Therefore, we genuinely respect each other's opinion, even though we sometimes get to a point where we disagree with each other's way of looking at things.
The actual fact is, not only three of us are family members on this planet; all the beings are the members of a great family. It is only due to our forgetfulness that we cannot remember all the details of each other. For instance, if we are asked to tell what we had for breakfast last Sunday morning, no matter how intelligent we are, we will definitely have difficulty remembering exactly what we had and what to say. I often forget if I had a breakfast this morning at all! In my solid retreat, when there is no servant, I often have double breakfasts and meals due to my forgetfulness. Similarly, we have forgotten what sort of relationship we had, with whom and when in our past lives or even in this life.
The entire body of this world (universe) is based on various kinds of relationship between each other. Virtually no one has a way to survive in this world free of relationship. We have been in this world countless numbers of times due to our string of relationships and we are ourselves presently surviving based on these relationships. Some of us may have difficulty in agreeing with such things merely due to our individual religion or ways of looking at things. However, if one could follow the flow of Nature with no fanatical ideas of self-created beliefs, one would definitely be able to touch this point and be wise enough to comprehend the value of the great family that we all belong to. We would then be able to live like one family in this world with no misunderstanding of each other's needs and demands, and would appreciate the kind of love and care that we have gone through for each other as fathers, mothers, wives, husbands, lovers, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunties, etc.
All the little problems between us that are created by our own misunderstanding would definitely be seen as a secondary issue or for the sake of an excuse. I wish all of us on this planet would be able to live like my own family, the three of us, no extreme fears and hopes that cause our ups and downs, highs and lows in emotion.
Just Love and Peace!!
My beloved father, commonly known as Zhichen Bairochana. Nowadays people call him Bairo Rinpoche, the 36th incarnation of the Lotsawa Vairochana. Lotsawa Vairochana was a renowned enlightened translator and he made all the Dharma teachings of three different Yanas available in Tibet through his enlightened skills, translating them into Tibetan language. My father's main seat or monastery is Zhichen Kharmar Sangag Tangye Ling in Gulok, one of the major branches of Kathog Dorje Dhan in eastern Tibet. Zhichen has its own group of over 20 branch monasteries throughout the region.
My father came out of his area, Gulok, in eastern Tibet in about early 1958 with out telling other people the truth where he was heading to, because people did not want him to leave them. But my father said he could foresee that there was not much point in continuing looking after all the affaires of monasteries and people back in Tibet. So he took his liberty and made his journey by way of Lhasa and down to the Bhutanese border from Lhodrak in the south of Tibet, where my mother was from. They met there for the first time when my mother was nineteen years old and they met again in a sacred place of Guru Padmasambhava known as Beyul (Hidden valley) on the Tibet and Bhutanese border after three years. They were in a retreat for a couple of years there. My birth took place when they were on their pilgrimage in India.
My father is a spiritual master for those who need him as guidance on their spiritual path of life. For me, it has been a great gift being his only son. I love him not only in relationship to him as a father but also as a father but also as a companion for every moment of my life. I have never felt lonely in my life despite having gone through a lot of difficulties in my younger days, and I now understand that it was him who gave me the strength to pass through all the difficult periods. I do not think anyone of us could possibly think of being as good a father as he was and is to me! When I was a child, he used to come up with lots of attractive toys that were invented by him out of the parts of broken watches, radios, tape recorders, etc. I never liked those other commercial toys. I found homemade toys were much more interesting than those expensive electronic toys. When I was a bit older, he had boundless energy and patience to play, jump and run after footballs, shuttlecocks, Frisbees and the like for hours with me. I also remember him making approximately one kilometer of winding road on a big hill next to our home and pushing me in a three-wheeler bicycle all day long up and down, pretending to be going up to see my parents and coming down with them back home to where I was. He would not give up entertaining me even on the rainy days. It seemed much harder for him to push me on the slippery muddy surface. So he would lift both me and the cycle up in his arm from behind and take me on the same journey, up and down imaginary hills, and make lots of noise to imitate the 4-wheel drive struggling with a steep muddy off-road climb. After becoming more of a man, I always liked horses and he often caught wild, unattended horses from the mountains for me to see and touch, and sometimes he even put me on the back of them if they were not too big and ferocious. He finally bought one for me to ride on. My father has given me virtually everything that I want in this world. It is such an honor to have not only a holy but a loving father like him and I feel more honored and content to realize the fact of him being such a nice father.
Jamyang Khyentse Chokyi Lodro recognized my father as the reincarnation of Vairotsana, at the age of eight. My father lived and educated in his main seat educated in Zhichen Kharmar Sangag Tengye Ling Monastery in Gulok, eastern Tibet. I think he had a very hard upbringing in his childhood, which is what I gather from some of his conversations, as well as from some other sources. His parents or any family members did not accompany him throughout his childhood from the time he was sent to Gulok as a tiny reincarnation. Actually, I never heard him say a single negative word in criticism of others' behavior or their treatment of him. He does not say many good things about others as well; I guess he is not bothered as much as we are. However, we should remember that these things do not really bother his type of being easily, because they are well prepared long before they decide to take rebirth in this world for the welfare of others. However, I, as his son still feel pity for him even though I can do nothing for him now. Besides that, although he never commented about his hardship in younger days, and happy times of later days, I have actually gathered that, later on, with the moral support of my mother and the genuine love that they have for each other, his life has been very much filled with joy and peace. I always thank my mother from the depth of my heart for being so genuinely loving and understanding for the sake of our family. I should also share part of the credit with my father for appreciating this and valuing it. What a great combination they are! Especially, I appreciate my father's deep knowledge about how to discriminate between the happy life and the miserable life. Not like many of us who run after different attractions and get ourselves caught in a soup. He knows where to place the boundary to avoid all the unnecessary traps of attraction in this world. I think that it is one of the many great methods that he uses to keep our family, as well as everybody around us, in super happiness and peace. Despite being known as the head of an important lineage with over 20 monasteries comprising thousands of families and monks, my father prefers a simple and humble life with none of the strings that are normally attached to those associations and organizations belonging to different races, schools and lineages. He says getting caught by these movements would eventually cause one's own life and the lives of others to be miserable. "It is just a cause of negative accumulation. Why bother? Better to mind one's own business." he says.
My father never cares about his fame. The first priority for him is to create a comfortable environment for all of us and try to have it not be corrupted by unnecessary circumstances. Therefore, we never find him talking about his own knowledge. In fact, he will indicate to you that he knows nothing! For example, in his younger days in Tibet, after he finished his thorough education, my father left several palm and footprints in rocks as signs of his achievement, which are still visible to this day and remain as objects of homage for devout pilgrims. However, I, as his own son, never heard a word from him until today about these things. I am very tempted to hear something from him about his divine knowledge and how he did those marvelous drawings and handprints on the rock but my mother warned me numbers of times not to ask him directly because he could have got annoyed as he wants this to be secret. I understand why, because unlike many of us, he does not want to show himself off and get caught by fame. Not only that, it may be that it is not meant to be mentioned at this point of time in this age, and to people like me he is seen instead as merely a beautiful, loving father. I, myself, would also not feel so at ease to ask him of these things, as he is so warm and human to me. Therefore, I have had no perseverance to question him directly.
Due to the divine realization and compassion, those who meet with my father and receive teachings from him will always be spiritually encouraged and one-pointedly motivated to work for the benefit of every being. For that, I really admire him, and therefore, recently, I requested him to give more teachings to those monks, nuns and devotees from different parts of the world. He said nothing but laughed. Eventually, my mother told me that he said he would teach because I have requested him. True enough, nowadays, he is making himself available one month or so in a year to give commentaries on various teachings of the spiritual path at his own new seat (Zhichen Bairo Ling) in Kathmandu. I feel quite sorry for not asking him to teach during those early years. What a waste! Not one of us ever had any idea of requesting him to give teachings on realization. Instead, many of us have used him as a repairer of watches, tape recorders, radios and a lot of other junk, because he can repair almost every manual machine. I remember my father was once very interested in developing films. He had several of those developing machines to play with. Obviously, people liked the idea of having somebody there doing the job for free. Everyday, he had something to do. My mother was not very happy with the idea of him working under the bright light with a magnifying glass, sitting there gazing at the machine for many hours everyday. She thought it might deteriorate his eyesight and the systems of circulation in his body. Therefore, she requested him not to do those things any more. Normally, knowing my father, he would never stop his favorite hobbies whatsoever, but knowing that this request was coming from the genuine love and care of my mother, my father left his hobby within a month. Ever since then, I have not seen those machines at all. I wonder what happened to them! They may have spoiled after years of not being used due to the humidity of the Himalayan valley.
Well, there are lots of things to write but that is all for the time being.
My uncle, Kyabje Moktsa Rinpoche, is the older brother of my father. He is one of the five golden throne holders of the Nyingma Kathog lineage and people call him "the Father of Kathog lineage". My uncle himself is a great master with many incredible abilities to help beings. It would be of great benefit for those people who are able to make a connection with him.
Kadampa Deshek (1122-1192) established the Kathog monastery in Kham in 1159, and with this he founded the Kathog lineage, which is the oldest of the Nyingma establishments. All of Kadampa Deshek's five principal disciples attained the rainbow body. From them down to Nyala Pema Dudul at the end of the 19th century, one hundred thousand practitioners associated with the Kathog lineage have attained rainbow body.
Guru Padmasambhava said that the blessings that a person could receive from visiting Kathog monastery were equivalent to the Vajra Seat in Bodhgaya on which the Buddha attained enlightenmend. Guru Rinpoche himself consecrated Kathog monastery 13 times and he prophesied that the Kathog monastery would be the unsurpassable holy place of Tibet and the ultimate source for the propagation of Dakini Yeshe Tsogyal's Vajrayana teachings.
The location of Kathog monastery is well-known as a holy place. It has many self-arising signs of realisation, such as self-manifesting letter of "AH", and self-emanating Vajrapani on a rock and etc. There is also a sacred spot where the footprints of one hundred thousand dakinis can be found.
When I have time I will try to add more details about my uncle and his sublime lineage.
My mother, Kelsang Yudron, is from a respected family in the region of Lhodrak in southern Tibet. Her home, which is known as Yoollha, the name of the god of the region, was established by the genetic lineage of a great yogi, Nyang Nyima Odser. My mother has been practicing the spiritual path of meditation ever since the age of fourteen, initially under the guidance of her grandmother, and more recently under many holy yogis, realized beings and even from her own father, who was a great master himself. Owing to her practices and realisations, she has been leading her life very happily and lovingly despite her difficult time in leaving behind her home, parents and all the members of her family in Tibet when she was 20 years old.
Like all other Tibetan refugees, she had a very difficult time in going through all the cruel trials of parents and families being tortured and starved to death. Recently she went back to see her surviving family in her home village after 40 years of separation. She had planned to stay there for a month at the very least but came back after a week and said that it was too sad to stay there for even one day longer. She only stayed in the village for three days, finding literally no one there whom she knew, though everybody welcomed her warmly.
Looking back at the great attachment that our family had towards their home, properties, and status in those old days, it was a great teaching to see the ruins of our home that "one almost could not recognize as being our home," she said. "When I had first left my home, no one felt encouraged to leave due to their great attachment to what they had. Only one sheep that was my constant traveling companion to the remote areas of my spiritual retreats, and who used to carry my bag, accompanied me, for I was afraid to leave him behind to be captured and eaten. He would die years later in my lap in the country of Bhutan."
My mother has had ill health ever since I was born. That bothers me quite a lot but she always tries to make my family, and myself including all others around us, happy and free of worries by hiding most of her physical discomfort. She can manage to do this due to her stability of mind. Not like many of us, she does not complain about any discomfort unless it is unbearable. I have never seen her in either ups or downs of her emotion level of mind in my life. She has been always happy and smiling, except on one occasion in some villages up in the Himalayas a few years ago, where we stayed in a hotel. She saw a man cutting off the heads of chickens and she came to me, crying and saying, "How could a human being be that cruel to another being? How can we help this world to live harmoniously if people keep on bullying each other just because the other has less power than they have, and do not know how to love the other equally and genuinely?" I had nothing much to say or any way to help her emotions at that moment, except just to sit there and hold my breath. I guess I was a bit nervous to see her crying and being emotional for the first time in my life and it was also the last time until today.
Mostly, whenever she comes across a difficult condition within herself, she genuinely thinks that it might be a dream that she is going through. And it does not bother her as much as it would do otherwise. About twelve years ago, we had a minor car accident together with my mother and none of us were really worried that much, except about the inconvenience that we had to go through such as paperwork, etc. Two days later, my mother said that she thought it was merely a dream and she was a bit surprised to learn that the car was actually sitting in the garage to be repaired. This was not the only such experience, but I do not think I can write all of them here. think I can write all of them here.
She always takes care of others' problems, such as not being well fed, well equipped, etc., especially those who are in very poor conditions. Pets, flowers, trees and small kids are her favorite companions. However, as I said earlier, she does not complain at all if the circumstances do not allow her to be with them. However, they all love her spontaneously, including the flowers and trees! Ninety-nine percent of plants that my mother works with will certainly grow. For instance, she could easily pluck a branch from a dying tree and replant it somewhere else to have it grow beautifully after some time.
I wish all of us had this authentic means of love and understanding to cope and work with in our life. We would all be having a very easy approach to all the things in our life, especially those unavoidable difficulties, so that our life and lives of others around us would be much easier than it is now.
Well, it needs to be practiced; that is all we can think of. This great experience of wisdom and helpful means of love can only, I think, be developed through the practice of our mind training.