Well, I memorized the Medicine Buddha mantra, after a long effort. I looked it up online, and figured out what I was actually saying, and then how to say it in Tibetan, using Dr. Tenzin’s song on my cell phone. Thank God for my voice recording ap.
Even after all that, I’ve only been around my mala once with this mantra. But here’s the thing: it works. It really works. By that I mean that at some point, about half way around the 108 beads of my mala, slogging through the memorization trip, all of a sudden I felt the mantra take on a life of its own. It began to vibrate throughout my system, kind of like a plane about to take off, but of course very subtle, faint, just discernible to me.
The main word, Bekandze, means essentially healing energy. It’s repeated three times, indicating the three levels of healing, from a person, to the spiritual realm, to the entire universe. Buddhists tend to think big. So, here comes the mantra round again, new bead, and boom! I could actually feel the healing energy of the Medicine Buddha, coming in to me through my heart center or chakra. Then flowing out from me into the spiritual realm, and then I pretty much disappeared or became transparent, and the healing energy flowed out into the entire universe.
Now we are talking about me, an often lazy person, a non-striver of sorts, a broken being on many, many levels, so I understand that this was a tiny thimble full of what’s actually possible by someone like the Dalai Lama, for example. But I felt it, my inner eye could see it, and I trust it. My experience. And how is that healing? Well, my whole being felt clear, because of this mantra. No cancer cells anywhere. No toxicity. No fears. Just clear sky like nature of my mind, clearing my body. For a split second.
The idea is to say an entire mala’s worth of this mantra every day. I can do about 1/3 of a mala at night, laying in bed, saying it silently so as not to wake my beloveds. (I include our dog in that category.) So I am not there yet, not by a long shot. But it’s a start. Thought I’d report.
Christiana came to visit me today, for an interview that she wanted to do. We talked for over three hours! Such a patient, kind soul. She brought me a gift of a rose quartz, which is a healing crystal for kidney disease. I put it near my chair, and will soak it up over time. She knows a great deal about this type of medicine, and I listen and learn.
In one of my catalogs from Wisdom Publications I discovered a book entitled How to Enjoy Death: Preparing to Meet Life’s Final Challenge without Fear, by Lama Zopa Rinpoche. What a concept, huh? Christiana knew of the author, so I will order it at some point. Curious, frankly, about how anyone could hold such a thought, never mind write an entire book on this subject! Reminds me of how women in the early 70s were talking about birth as an orgasmic experience. It seems counter intuitive, but we live in a death phobic culture.
Meanwhile, I am pondering hope. In one book I’m reading, Die Wise, the author has an entire chapter called something like “The Tyranny of Hope”, and another book that shimmered into my awareness is “Mystical Hope” by an Episcopal priest Cynthia Bourgeauldt. An amazing little gem. So what is the role of hope while living with a terminal diagnosis? An obstacle to dying wise, or a mystical dimension of Life itself? Or both?
Tayata Om Bekandze Bekandze Maha Bekandze Radza Samudgate Soha.