Written by Rinchen.

Skalzang’s story chapter 2.

“Oh, but she has no problems… She can’t take things because she’s always had it so easy…always got everything…didn’t expect this from her………she won’t understand…..she thinks she knows everything, when she doesn’t……why’s she so sad…..she doesn’t have problems…..she’s acting crazy…….she just makes things up………… she has no real problems….she has very extreme opinions”
Skalzang just had one question in response, “How do you know?”

There’s not a soul who isn’t dealing with dark days. Nobody has it easy. If she got things her way, ever considered how hard she must have worked for things to be so ‘easy’..stop expecting things from people, you may think ‘she thinks she’s perfect’..you’re right she isn’t. with each second our consciousness is changing. What is ‘everything’ anyway…the statement is redundant…….really, just stop it…..’crazy’, she sympathized with all who had to deal with that stigma, it wasn’t fair……. ‘real’, what is up with the casual usage of such words?
This is why she and many others abhorred the t world ……..
Initially she had cared…she hated nothing more than hurting others. But, the greatest healing could only be brought when one healed oneself first…..anyway, wasn’t it enough…..something in her decided that if she chose to remain in the green vale, it was her choice and no one need have a problem with it or make a judgement on it.
In the green vale she was by herself…in her own company…..how much lighter things felt…….sometimes she even forgot what ‘things’ meant….the sorrows still lingered in one corner of the mind……but there was room for acceptance…..there was room for joy or at least stillness……there was a vast vast galaxy for her illusion of herself and nothing…
What was with the t world……lies mixed with joy…..if you ever said what was true to you, they’d be shocked…..because lies were better.. more pleasing to the already shut ears…..that must be worse than being on a swing surely……anyway, she’d never know
But, the white conch shell had been sounded. There would no doubt be a wind of change. A sea of wind with the blessings of tarshoks (prayer flags).
She realized that all were suffering alike. .. only compassion was the solution..

And remember this is not her story…it’s a story shared by many…..at some level even by all….
But, when you hear the white conch shell it gets better….you get closer to the banner of victory….. real victory: the light within…
“ the minute I stopped trying to run away, I ..my consciousness could rest at peace… in rare moments it even travels like air…..and yes, this is not me…. this is my consciousness…what exactly it means I don’t know. One has to search tenaciously for such knowledge. I’m very grateful that I received some bits of the knowledge and guidance of Dharma from great practitioners and their books (Chhaksal!)..all the answers I had been searching for started to surface…..I hope others find this or their own guiding light,” Skalzang scribbled in her journal.
She had always said, “I’m not I, but everyone”. It would leave everyone including her perplexed. But now she understood what it meant. Where had it come from though? Well, at least she had found a semblance of a way….. at least she had received the knowledge that she must walk against the stream, slowly and steadily……….. like a livable dream….

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Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 2.

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