Generating Quantum Entangled Photon Pairs and the 13th Dalai Lama

March 2, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I’ll speculate that there is not another being who had a reminder to renew their quantum optics patent the same morning he dreamed about getting personal photographs from the 13^th incarnation of the Dalai Lama, like I did. In addition I applied to extend my right to stay in France at the prefecture and fitted two poorly designed spot lights onto the iffy “period” wiring in the house this afternoon.

From time to time I wonder if DIY and gardening are the best use of my time.

Waiting at the prefecture I found it hard not to whistle a bit of Dona Summer à la Fully Monty dole office scene. I felt my feet tapping…

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Sittin’ here eatin’ my heart out

Waitin’ for some lover to call

Dialled about a thousand numbers lately

Almost rang the phone off the wall

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But I decided to behave myself.

Life it seems is one odd juxtaposition after another.

I need to decide if it is better to pay for the upkeep of my granted UK patent or to spend the money on groceries or paint. The fee is not dissimilar to a weekly shop.

I suspect that people might struggle to make this shit up…

I wonder what next… what will the dreaming give rise to…

13th Dalai Lama Mystery – Tutor – Dream 02-03-2026

March 2, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is this morning’s dream, not entirely surprising given what I was researching yesterday.

The dream opens with me outside a market which in the dream I know to be Portobello Road. It looks more like Smithfield or the covered market in Rennes. The buildings are painted a light pastel olive green. I am to look for antiques and in particular a photograph of me personally with the 13^th Dalai Lama at least one of which exists. I have a strong sense of the year 1890 which repeats and the sense is that I was alive in 1890.

I am then in some kind of mental rapport with the 13^th and his image comes to my mind and fills the visual field. He is visually as he might be on a sepia photograph. He asks me if I remember the two photographs he gave me. One of them has him an adolescent teenager and the other as a man in a “raj” style English hat. He has written on them “to xxx” in a white “ink” on the front which I cannot see the content of. It is my name. There is some message to me on the back. They are by way of fond mementos. He repeats “the two photos I gave you”. There is a fondness and a closeness in our interaction.

He then reminds me that quite recently I acted as a tutor for a Younghusband whom I tried to teach AS level physics. He reminds me of the school he went to and thinks it funny that I was a tutor to a Younghusband…It is a kind of a shared joke.

He says that there are messages for me to find and a mystery to solve.

The dream ends.

On writing I note the numerology of 1890 and think maybe I might look at the Younghusband family tree.

“The British expedition to Tibet, also known as the Younghusband expedition, began in December 1903 and lasted until September 1904. The expedition was effectively a temporary invasion by British Indian Armed Forces under the auspices of the Tibet Frontier Commission, whose purported mission was to establish diplomatic relations and resolve the dispute over the border between Tibet and Sikkim.”

13th Dalai Lama Dream – Dream Follow Up

March 1, 2026March 1, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Below is an except of a dream I had two years ago on 01-03-2024 .

Today it is again Dewi Sant.

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I turn to the wife and say that she has just told the Dalai Lama that he talks too much. He hears me and we lock eyes. He is grinning profusely and we both find the situation hysterically funny. He turns to his retinue and says, “The Dalai Lama talks too much!” They all giggle slightly because he is known for not saying that much at all.

In the dream I know that this is a previous incarnation of the current Dalai Lama. Because he looks different. I recognise him.

{On searching Google, it is the 13^th Dalai Lama as an older man.}

The sense of fun at being told off we share is uplifting.

The scene changes and I am now deeper in the hall with the wife. I am making an herbal tea with citrus rind, bright yellow berries and ginger in a large Pyrex bowl. I pour this through a sieve into two cups. We go outside to let it cool.

I say that we have to go back in because the meeting is starting. We find that someone has tidied up our mugs. We sit down on a couple of chairs and the meeting kicks off in English. The expats are mobilising for some cause or other. They tell us we have every right to be there.

The scene changes and I am in a mountain {possibly Tibet} monastery. I am with a young boy aged around ten. We are in a bedroom and he is standing on the bed. He is of Tibetan origin with jet black hair. We are touching foreheads and playing a gentle game of headbutts with each other. His English is impeccable and I tell him so. He seems very familiar to me. We are having a great deal of fun.

Someone comes to the door and escorts us to a room with large step like seats. The boy instructs me to go some way up the steps and I am joined by the wife.

Some men come in and put a carved wooden chair on the floor. The boy says that the Dalai Lama likes to have people higher than he because it reminds him to stay humble. The Dalai Lama comes in and sits on the chair. The boy stands next to him. It is clear that they know each other well. In the dream I know that this is yet another prior incarnation of the Dalai Lama.

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The 9^th , 10^th , 11^th and 12^th Dalai Lamas all had rather short lives not making it past their early twenties.

The 13^th is recorded as living 12-2-1876 to 17-12-1933. In the dream above I recognise him as an older man. Which puts a loose time frame as say 1918 – 1933 when we might have interacted.

If this dream is referring to a past life memory of mine then it follows that I was alive and incarnate then. Which means that a good estimate for birth year is at the latest 1913 meaning I would be twenty when he died. We have no limit to the lower end. At a push it could go as far back as ~ 1866 meaning I was ten years older

The 12^th Dalai Lama lived (28 December 1856 – 25 April 1875).

So for me to recognise him as a young boy that places me alive at ~ 1866. And maybe having been born ~ 1846 if I recognise him when I was adult. In the dream we are having fun so let’s assume I was also a boy of say ten when he was ten which means a birth around 1856.

This means that at the death of the 13^th I would have been 77. I could have died before him.

Using these “parameters” in which I recognise two prior incarnations of the Dalai Lama I would have been hanging out in and around Tibet 1856 – 1933 with “error bars” of say plus or minus five years.

I would have been a contemporary of “Thubten Choekyi Nyima (1883–1937), often referred to as Choekyi Nyima, who was the ninth Panchen Lama of Tibet.”

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If we assume that I did not incarnate in the interim, then I might be a reincarnation of some person from the early part of last century who was acquainted with both the 12^th and 13^th Dalai Lamas.

If I reincarnated in the meantime then we might be looking for another candidate.

Ruling out multiple emanation / nirmanakaya forms that person should have popped clogs by ~ 1963

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From below: Third Purchok, Jampa Gyatso (1825-1901), served as tutor to both the 12^th and 13^th.

He knew them both.

The name of the fourth Purchok is noted as not known and given a birth date of 1902. No “life” has a yet been noted at “The Treasury of Lives.”

There is no internet record of the fifth Purchok.

It is a bit of a mystery as to what may / may not have happened…

A little bit of “Find My Past Dot Com” alternative ancestry research…

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From “The Treasury of Lives”

The Twelfth Dalai Lama, Trinle Gyatso was born into the family of Bakdrok Nyang-tsangpa (‘bag ‘brog nyang tshang pa) at a small town near Olkha Dzingchi in 1856, on the first day of the twelfth month of fire-dragon year of the fourteenth sexagenary cycle. His father was called Puntsok Tsewang and his mother was named Tsering Yudron. He had an elder brother named Yeshe Norbu .

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In 1864, at the age of nine, Trinle Gyatso was granted the vows of primary monk at the Jokhang by his tutor, Lobzang Khyenrab Wangchuk. That same year, following the death of Shedra Wangchuk Gyelpo, Lobzang Khyenrab Wangchuk was appointed regent. During his tenure as regent he foiled a plot of the Dalai Lama’s personal assistant, Pelden Dondrub ( d. 1871) to overthrow both the regent and the Dalai Lama.

Beginning in 1868 Trinle Gyatso began to attend the annual Lhasa Monlam, possibly the first Dalai Lama to do so regularly. In 1870 Trinle Gyatso visited Drepung and Sera monasteries and stood for examinations. He was examined again four years later at Ganden.

At the age of eighteen in 1873, on the tenth day of the second month of the year of water-bird, Trinle Gyatso took the formal charge of the Lhasa government. He was assisted in his duties by the Third Purchok, Jampa Gyatso (1825-1901), who would later serve as tutor to the Thirteenth Dalai Lama, Tubten Gyatso (1876-1933). He travelled on a pilgrimage tour to Chokhor Gyel (chos ‘khor rgyal) and other places in the Southern Tibet during which he gave public audience and teachings at many places.

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Purbuchok Hermitage is a hermitage situated in the northeastern corner of the Lhasa Valley in the northern suburb of Dodé in the Tibet Autonomous Region of the People’s Republic of China. Destroyed by the Chinese in 1959, it was mostly restored in 1984. Affiliated to the Sera Monastery, it is the last hermitage to be visited on the “Sixth-Month Fourth-Day” pilgrimage circuit. The hills surrounding the monastery have been given name tags of the three protectors of the divine paradise namely the Avalokiteśvara, Manjusri and Vajrapani. It is also identified with the six-syllables divine mantra – OM Mani Padme Hum.

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The Third Purchok Jampa Gyatso was born in the pasture land of Dzachu Aurtok in Kham (in 1825, the wood-bird year of fourteenth sexagenary cycle. His father was called Jamcho and his mother was named Tsering Dolkar.

At the age of five, having been identified as the reincarnation of the Second Purchok, Lobzang Jampa ( 1763-1825), Jampa Gyatso was escorted to U and installed in the Purchok Hermitage above Sera Monastery outside of Lhasa. He began his basic education in reading and writing, and memorization of daily prayer-texts under a man named Ne Lama, the master of the hermitage at that time.

At the age of ten, Jampa Gyatso matriculated in the Sera Je College for his further studies. The Tenth Dalai Lama, Tsultrim Gyatso (1816-1837) cut his crown-hair and gave him the name Jampa Tsultrim Gyatso in 1834. Subsequently the Seventh Paṇchen Lama Lobzang Tenpai Nyima Chole Namgyel (1781-1854) granted him the vows of novice monk.

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From the web site of The Central Tibetan Administration

“His Holiness explained that the empowerment he was about to give related to Avalokiteshvara in the context of Highest Yoga Tantra. The lineage derives from Vajradhara, Tilopa, Maitripa and Jangsem Lodro Rinchen. His Holiness said he received it from Trijang Rinpoche, who received it from Tadrag Rinpoche, who was given it by Purchok Jhampa Tsultim Gyatso, tutor to the 12th and 13th Dalai Lamas. The author of this rite wrote that Tibet is a land in the care of Avalokiteshvara, so a Highest Yoga Tantra practice of Avalokiteshvara would be complete.”

tibet.net/his-holiness-the-dalai-lama-conclude-4-day-teachings-for-mongolians/

Water Spirit – Misogi – Clean Water Venture Dream 22-02-2026

February 22, 2026February 22, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night dreaming which is in two related parts.

The first part opens on the shores of an alpine lake high up in the Japanese mountains. The lake is shaped like a glacial corrie or cwm and is of a pristine light turquoise blue colour. The water is hyper transparent and crystal cold. The air is crisp. To the rear of the lake is a snow covered peak. The scenery is magnificent with Japanese acers and maples. The water from the lake leaves by a small stream over a waterfall cascade which drops twenty-thirty metres over rock to a small plunge pool. The sound of the small waterfall is melody. The ambience of the environment is close to perfection. The view down from the mountains is far reaching out to the sea.

It is ago something like a thousand years ago. I am on the shore dressed as a Buddhist priest. It is definitely me and I am Japanese. In the dream I know this to be my prior life. The smell is also characteristic of Japan. With me on the shore is a spirit warlord and a small retinue of spirit warriors. There is a Japanese woman who is of high noble family and she has her retinue of ladies in waiting and an armed guard. They are dressed in great finery. The Japanese woman is part water spirit, the nature spirit of the high lake and part woman. Because of this and her relationship with the Imperial family in Shintō she is considered the goddess of the pure waters and an embodiment of misogi or purification. The water is already pure but must also always be blessed. The spirit warlord is angry and the woman must choose to either join him back in the spirit world entirely or relinquish her spirit part and remain human. In a sense I am adjudicating.

The woman does not take kindly to the angry demands of the spirit warlord. She walks over to me and places my hand firmly on her genitals on top of her clothes. She then slips it though her clothes and I can feel her flesh. Forcefully holding my hand there she rubs herself against it until she orgasms. At which point she shudders and relinquishes her water spirit aspect. She has become human.

The warlord watching says, “so you have chosen!!” He heads off into the pristine forest with his retinue of warriors. I reclaim my hand and the woman is surrounded by her ladies in waiting who comfort her. After she recovers she asks me to do a ritual of purification, of misogi, using the waters of the lake. Although it is Shintō I know the ritual well. I have a bamboo bucket and a small bamboo ladle. Which I prepare for the ritual with water from the stream.

I wake up for a visit and a 3 AM ibuprofen.

I am now in a busy city {London} office building. It is just East of The Strand and I am due to meet some financiers / venture capitalists. They have been funding a high end water business. The idea is to create ultra niche very expensive bottled water which is ritually purified and attracts a premium price. I have been asked to look into their investment. I am with a woman in a business suit who is in a rush. She is a bit “doff your cap” to the investors and anxious. She ushers me into a room in which there a number of “suits” sat around a boardroom style expensive table. They tell me that there is a prototype purification set up and pilot line that they want me to inspect. It takes impure near sewage water and makes it top end. They know I am a chemist-scientist-technologist with an entrepreneurial background.

The scene changes and I am in a laboratory. There is a huge blown glass apparatus with many coils of glass tubing. There are two sand-clay filtration stages and a long flow tube with an ultraviolet laser photolyzing chemicals and killing residual bacteria. The throughput is small and this is what is worrying the finance people. I look at the rig and it seems fine to me. It is obvious however that if they start with such impure water the throughput must be very slow. Purification is a process that takes time and effort. If they want top-end water they must start with a source which is already very good, premium and which only needs a bacteriological cleanse.

I am due to present my findings to the committee. As I walk through the building I am told that it is shutting up for the weekend. That I need to close off the lab and give my keys to the people on the third floor. The financiers have pretty much decided that they are going to pull the plug on the investment. I know that they have totally missed the point. All they can see is high throughput. They cannot see the value of purified water blessed by the likes of me. That brand which we might call misogi can attract premium price.

I go through the emptying building and I cannot find the office where I am supposed to deposit the keys. The occupants have rushed off for their hedonistic weekend jollies of excess. I walk past the front security desk and leave the keys with the uniformed man on the desk. I exit via the revolving door onto a busy central London street.

The dreaming ends.

Spiritual or Soular Challenges and Karmic Merit

February 5, 2026February 5, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I have been mulling over this subject on and off for a number of days now. It is surprisingly difficult to put into words nevertheless I will have a go.

I’ll start this off with a postulate.

In any given lifetime we are presented with challenges which we are required to face in order to evolve. We must endeavour to engage with these with as much willingness as we can muster and try to face them and learn therefrom. They are pivotal to our development as incarnate beings and are a requirement of/for our Souls. They are a part of the lessons we chose to try to learn for ourselves in selecting our birth.

Whether or not you agree with this postulate does not matter especially in the context which it sets up. It frames life no matter if you believe it or like it or think it is poppycock. If the postulate holds it has consequences spanning lifetimes. If you do not accept the postulate and yet it still holds it has consequences. If it is a pile of bull I made up because I was bored and it is raining outside there are fewer consequences. You are “free” to act like an arrogant arsehole should so wish.

Place your bets…

Modern life has boundaries and laws. It has social contracts and is heavily laden with social expectations. There are the itchy back game endless transactions. There are thousands of “shoulds” and “oughts”. These are to an extent culture and peer group specific. Some things are expressed in law and in general it is wise to follow these laws or you could find yourself fined or in gaol. These are “hard” and are relatively non-negotiable. The shoulds are more bendy. The requirement to behave according to a “moral” code is partially enforced by humans and peer groups. These are subject to the vagaries of time. It is no longer socially acceptable to black up for a black and white minstrels show. Morals are flexible and some consider themselves less beholden than others. But you can get cancelled and if you hang out with a famous paedophile in your Y-fronts it can change your future.

Often that which seems too good to be true, is. People like shiny things and fail to appreciate the price attached. The free lunch is a cornerstone of mythos.

The Soular challenges that I am thinking about are not required by law, nor by peer pressure , nor social compliance. Even if you might “get away with it”, by not doing it, these challenges ask that you rise up above that mentality. In listening to your Soul you have no choice but to be utterly impeccable even if that has to it a seeming cost, pecuniary, social or otherwise. The reward is karmic merit gained and a heart enlivened because you have been at your impeccable best.

Doing things when there is no pressure to do them and when nobody else sees them is not something which transactional beings tend to do. There is no apparent immediate reward. There is no “look at me” kudos to be had.

Simply an impeccable and often compassionate act is sufficient in and of itself. It is satisfactory. There is no drum roll, no heralding trumpets. No great big drama.

The acts which gain karmic merit are often to be found in overcoming selfishness, pettiness and greed. They may be invisible to others. But karma has eyes which see more than the profane. These acts are nearly always about “getting over your-self” and they engender a wider humility and understanding of the universal and not the me-personal. Most of all these acts are about attitude. If the attitude in benevolent and not seeking of personal reward, the acts have a nice hue, a rich colouration. There is a subtle perfume to them. They smell nice.

But in order to engage with these challenges one is required to overcome social fear. Often one has to stand out from the crowd in some way. One has to make some kind of an integrity based stand. Which may have a price. In most cases the barrier to doing the act has been bigged-up to gargantuan proportion. Only hindsight concludes, “what was all that fuss about?” The mind and little-self does its best to dissuade.

Most of these challenges are to do with mind and perception is some way.

Spiritual and Soular challenges can be very subtle indeed. The opportunity is readily missed in the maelstrom of modern living.

There is no, “what is in it for me?”

This mentality of reward and even bribery of a kind is far too prevalent in our times. It does not generate karmic merit.

To do a genuine, as opposed to for show, 180 degree shift away from personal reward is not to the liking of most.

But if you want to evolve you need to change the way you think, the way you act and the way you orient towards life. Otherwise you will stay the same. It is not rocket science.

If you have been lucky enough to have a relatively easy incarnation then chances are it will have a number of subtle yet very important challenges for you to face. You gave yourself the wherewithal so to do…

You can try to run and hide from these challenges but that is not an evolutionary attitude, is it? If you are too important to face your challenges and learn from them what does that say about your attitude to learning and evolution? Maybe you are already so evolved that you are above all that…

Evolution after all is just for the plebs….

Cremation and Relics of Siddartha – Dream Follow Up

January 22, 2026January 22, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

From the – Mahāparinibbāṇa Sutta

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29 Now at that time four Mallas of the foremost families, bathed from the crown of their heads and wearing new clothes, with the thought: “We will set alight the Blessed One’s pyre,” tried to do so but they could not. And the Mallas spoke to the Venerable Anuruddha, saying: “What is the cause, Venerable Anuruddha, what is the reason that these four Mallas of the foremost families, bathed from the crown of their heads and wearing new clothes, with the thought: “We will set alight the Blessed One’s pyre,’ try to do so but cannot?”

“You, Vasetthas, have one purpose, the deities have another.”

“Then what, venerable sir, is the purpose of the deities?”

“The purpose of the deities, Vasetthas, is this: ‘The Venerable Maha Kassapa is on his way from Pava to Kusinara together with a large company of five hundred bhikkhus. Let not the Blessed One’s pyre be set alight until the Venerable Maha Kassapa has paid homage at the feet of the Blessed One.'”

“As the deities wish, venerable sir, so let it be.”

30. And the Venerable Maha Kassapa approached the pyre of the Blessed One, at the cetiya of the Mallas, Makuta-bandhana, in Kusinara. And he arranged his upper robe on one shoulder, and with his clasped hands raised in salutation, he walked three times round the pyre, keeping his right side towards the Blessed One’s body, and he paid homage at the feet of the Blessed One. And even so did the five hundred bhikkhus.

And when homage had been paid by the Venerable Maha Kassapa and the five hundred bhikkhus, the pyre of the Blessed One burst into flame by itself.

31. And it came about that when the body of the Blessed One had been burned, no ashes or particles were to be seen of what had been skin, tissue, flesh, sinews, and fluid; only bones remained. Just as when ghee or oil is burned, it leaves no particles or ashes behind, even so when the body of the Blessed One had been burned, no ashes or particles were to be seen of what had been skin, tissue, flesh, sinews, and fluid; only bones remained. And of the five hundred linen wrappings, only two were not consumed, the innermost and the outermost.

32. And when the body of the Blessed One had been burned, water rained down from heaven and extinguished the pyre of the Blessed One, and from the sala trees water came forth, and the Mallas of Kusinara brought water scented with many kinds of perfumes, and they too extinguished the pyre of the Blessed One.

And the Mallas of Kusinara laid the relics of the Blessed One in their council hall, and surrounded them with a lattice-work of spears and encircled them with a fence of bows; and there for seven days they paid homage to the relics of the Blessed One with dance, song, music, flower-garlands, and perfume, and showed respect, honor, and veneration to the relics of the Blessed One.

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42. And the king of Magadha, Ajatasattu, son of the Videhi queen, erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Rajagaha, and in their honor held a festival. The Licchavis of Vesali erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Vesali, and in their honor held a festival. The Sakyas of Kapilavatthu erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Kapilavatthu, and in their honor held a festival. The Bulis of Allakappa erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Allakappa, and in their honor held a festival. The Kolis of Ramagama erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Ramagama, and in their honor held a festival. The Vethadipa brahman erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Vethadipa, and in their honor held a festival. The Mallas of Pava erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Pava, and in their honor held a festival. The Mallas of Kusinara erected a stupa over the relics of the Blessed One at Kusinara, and in their honor held a festival. The brahman Dona erected a stupa over the urn, and in its honor held a festival. And the Moriyas of Pipphalivana erected a stupa over the ashes at Pipphalivana, and in their honor held a festival.

So it came about that there were eight stupas for the relics, a ninth for the urn, and a tenth for the ashes.

And thus it was in the days of old.

43.

Eight portions there were of the relics of him,

The All-Seeing One, the greatest of men.

Seven in Jambudipa are honored, and one

In Ramagama, by kings of the Naga race.

One tooth is honored in the Tavatimsa heaven,

One in the realm of Kalinga, and one by the Naga kings.

Through their brightness this bountiful earth

With its most excellent gifts is endowed;

For thus the relics of the All-Seeing One are best honored

By those who are worthy of honor — by gods and Nagas

And lords of men, yea, by the highest of mankind.

Pay homage with clasped hands! For hard indeed it is

Through hundreds of ages to meet with an All-Enlightened One!

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Maha-parinibbana Sutta: Last Days of the Buddha

translated from the Pali by

Sister Vajira & Francis Story

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Eight measures of relics there were of the seer,

Of the best of the best of men. In India seven are worshipped,

One measure in Rāmagāma by the kings of the nāgas.

One tooth, too, is honoured in heaven, and one in Gandhāra’s city,

One in the Kāliṅga realm, and one more by the Nāga race.

“Through their glory the bountiful earth is made bright with offerings painless…

For with such are the Great Teacher’s relics best honoured by those who are honoured,

By gods, nāgas, and kings, by the noblest of monarchs

Bow down with clasped hands!

Rare is it to meet a Buddha through hundreds of ages!”

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An Exposition of The Mahāparinibbāna Sutta

Bhikkhu Pesala

Inspecting Budda Relics Dream – 22-01-2026

January 22, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night’s dream which finished around 3 AM but which was subsequently revisited on going back to sleep.

The dream starts in a brightly lit room. There is a sense of subterranean of basement and of vault. The overhead light is bright like a fluorescent light but there is no hum. I am sat at a very large lab-bench like table but which is large boardroom size. I am on the only chair in the room. The table is a work table for inspection of artefacts. It feels forensic and museum like. The air is treated for humidity and is slightly warm but dry.

The door opens and in walks a man and woman. They are younger than me and wearing a dark olive green curators uniform with trousers and short sleeve shirts. The uniforms have been immaculately pressed. They are both wearing white jeweller’s gloves. The woman has curly blonde hair held back in a clip and the man is dark haired. The man places an object in front of me. I know this to be a reliquary containing pieces of Buddha’s body or so the narrative goes. The box is the size of a tissue box. It is on four curved ornate legs which have an animal {query lion} foot finish. The whole thing is made out of an exquisite light yellow gold carved in a motif of India query Sri Lanka. The pattern is exquisite, fine. The box is surprisingly light. I know that it has a mechanism whereby the lid can be rotated to reveal two compartments. One of these is smaller than the other. Without opening the box I know that the compartments have a red “felt” lining. I inspect the box from the outside. The workmanship is impressive. The woman looks at me for permission and then picks the box up and together they leave the room.

They return. This time the woman is carrying a small cloth bundle. It is square shaped with a depth of a couple of inches. The cloth is folded over and over to make a parcel. She handles it with reverence. The cloths are heavy and exquisitely woven with a fine shiny silken thread running through it. There are layers of a purple-ish base fabric cloth and a rich red-magenta cloth. The cloth is luxury. She places the bundle in font of me on the table. I know that it is Tibetan-Himalayan in origin and that it too contains a relic of the Buddha. I pick the bundle up and inspect it from all sides, paying particular attention to the bottom. I am holding it in both hands just above my head inspecting.

{This relic is “privately” owned and on loan.}

As I do this I see a “wall” to a room or cave. The wall is made of a grey sandy granular sedimentary rock. In my mind’s eye I touch the rock and it starts to crumble and flow away leaving a couple of small pillars about 20 cm tall. There is an opening in the wall about 40 cm wide and 20 cm tall with pillars of a few centimetres thickness and a void or opening behind. There is a sense of a store or a cache behind the wall. In the dream I know that in this space are other relics pertaining to Buddha and his corporeal. I can see that the cache extends to both the left and the right of the opening in the wall.

I return from the vision and place the unwrapped bundle back on the table. The man signals to me and I nod. He picks the bundle up and they leave the room.

They return and this time the man is carrying a clear plastic sample storage drawer. It is around 10 by 10 cm on the front face and has a depth of about 30 cm. There is a catalogue card with number and content written in German. There is an acquisition date and I understand it to be a museum piece kept under preserving conditions and attributed as a Buddha relic considered by some a part of Buddha. They place it on the table in front of me and nestled on a bed of tissue paper and with a moisture absorbing paper silica sack is a small bundle of jet black felt cloth held together with a thin golden drawstring. It is a small bundle.

The man and the woman, the curators, stand back behind me one on either side of me and against the wall.

The dream ends.

Two Babies – Lingpa – Dream Snippet – 15-01-2026

January 15, 2026January 18, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night’s dream snippet had around 2 AM. It was somehow important to retain and I wrote the word lingpa down on a yellow post it note before taking my medication and putting the coffee on. The idea being that I would ask Google later.

The dream starts in a poorly lit dwelling. The ceiling is not high and I can smell smoke from a fire at the far end of the room. There are a mother and family there. They are dressed in heavy dark coloured clothes. Standing there in an animal fur jacket and with a hat with ear flaps is a taller man who has a presence of some power. He is armed.

He is looking down onto a roughly hewn crib in which are two babies swaddled in cloth and wrapped tightly up like an envelope. Their heads are also tightly wrapped. They have ruddy cheeks and dark eyes. The woman says to the man, “here are the babies, the twins”. I can see the man from the cot and the babies from the man.

He says that they are Lingpa, ling-pa. That he will take one to the monastery and one to be raised normally. I know in the dream as a baby that he is talking about me-us. I know that the dream is ago. I know that even if we are separated we are two sides of the same. We are connected intimately.

The woman is a little in awe of him. He says that he will return and that for now nothing must be said.

As I am coming to I know that I have to remember the word Lingpa. I do not know what it means and wonder if it is one of the various schools of Tibetan Buddhism. It seems familiar but not.

I wake and drift off again.

Several times during the night and in the dreaming I recall the word and sound Lingpa.

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gling pa

གླིང་པ
Lingpa (title of great tertons, person on a continent/ island, sanctuary [IW]

1) usual title of great tertons. 2) people on a continent. 3) sanctuary. 4) Lingpa [RY]

Lingpa. A title usually appended to the name of a terton, revealer of concealed treasures. Literally, it means ‘sanctuary’ of peace and happiness for beings [RY]

Source – https//rywiki.tsadra.org/index.php/gling_pa

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Transfer of Consciousness – Phowa – Implications?

January 4, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

It would be unusual for a kosher or pukka erstwhile science academic to have experience with the Six Yogas of Naropa and Phowa practice in particular. This kind of scientist is likely to be sceptical. Yet it seems I may have familiarity.

My scholar GPS entry can be found at: click here.

I have more publications in mainstream science than I do in the Buddhist literature. The publication number on this GPS web page is low. I also have three granted high technology patents two in Extreme Ultraviolet and one more recently on a Quantum Entangled Photon Pair Source.

This morning’s dream is no surprise to me. I have done extensive meditation involving central channel chakras and beyond. There is sufficient dreaming “evidence” to suggest that I have past life recall. So it would be no surprise, in context, if I had done some at death transfer of consciousness practice. There is a mild implication that I have something to offer in terms of knowledge pertaining.

The question is what if anything to do with it?

Is it just a curiosity or is there some other purpose?

The dream this morning hints at a more recent incarnation than my ongoing tally had suggested.

I might be able to modernise, is the first notion which comes to mind.

It was a nice dream which has provided a pleasant start to the year.

In a time in which we wake up and ask before turning on the TV, “what the fuck has Trump gone and done now?”

The initial omens for the year are not good…

My Death – pārasaṃgate – Phowa – Dream 04-01-2026

January 4, 2026January 18, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ 1 Comment

Here is this morning’s dream / vision which started around 5 AM and which persisted and replayed many times after that. It is now an “event” which I can hold and “visit”.

The dream starts with an elevated view looking down on a man in a magenta monastic sleeveless tunic with his hands held in his lap. They are in partial mudra. He is sat on a carpeted floor loosely cross legged with back leaning against a bench or sofa for support. He has a light faded plumb coloured blanket over his shoulders which has an inlaid fine embroidered pattern. I know him to be dead and my erstwhile body.

The scene changes to before. I am sat up in a hospital bead with a painted white metal frame. I am in a nursing home or hospital like facility. I call a nurse to me. I say that I think it is time and could she bring be my blanket and the cat. I am helped out of bed and down the corridor to a “sitting room”. I sit on the floor with my back against a bench. On each side are cloth privacy medical screens on metal frames with wheels. They are light blue-light green in colour. I am shielded from view. People in the corridor cannot see me. A mid-sized oxygen cylinder is brought and laid horizontally on the floor. A small clear plastic tube runs from the cylinder and is looped once around my head. There are two small outlet tubes which are fitted to my nostrils. The gas is flowing. I can see that the pressure regulator on the cylinder is tending towards empty. It is not yet in the red. The orderlies are not concerned because I will probably die before it runs out. I make myself comfortable on the floor and my grey cat is brought to me. She is very much like Bowie the stray cat we “rescued” here. I am given the cat and she sits briefly on my lap. I stroke her and she nuzzles. She then wanders off. Two attendants come with my blanket which they put around my shoulders.

I adopt the infinity mudra in which the thumb and middle finger of each hand are touching each other and the two rings so formed are intertwined to form an infinity or 8 sign. As I do this in the dream I can feel the “chakras” in the palms of my hands and feet instantly energised while I am sleeping in “real” life. It is “electrifying”.

I start to chant quietly to myself in the dream.

“gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā”

Slowly this changes to deep voice. I then focus on my crown or sahasrāra chakra which I “unscrew” to open it in readiness. I am making the way clear for me to go beyond form.

The scene changes to several weeks ago in the dream. I know we are last century. I am in the hospital bed and discussing with two white young male doctors. I am explaining to them that I need to make preparations for my death, my passing over. They are unconvinced that such thigs are necessary. Medical science does not believe in them. I suggest that there may be some things that medical science does not yet know and ask that they please humour a dying man. What I am asking is harmless and will not upset the running of the facility. One of the doctors says that he still does not believe me. I say that we shall see because I know that the time is approaching soon. We will find out. Not today but soon. They agree to help out.

I am now sat back down on the floor. I can feel that my face has been recently shaved and that I have bathed. I feel clean. My hair is still in a buzz cut growing out, a few millimetres long. I focus again on the sahasrāra and continue to chant lightly slowing fading this out. I can feel a first wisp beyond my body. The view shifts so that I am sat observing the body as if in a mirror. We are close a few feet apart. Slowly out of my crown a golden-yellow cloud of mist rises up and swells out. Like a murmuration of sorts. In amongst it I can see flecks of shining gold which catch the light and there are deep flecks of indigo-blue near glass-like threads and like tiny shiny fish scales. The cloud is filled with tiny sparkly mirrors glistening in the unusual supernatural light. The cloud moves slowly and expands. I look down to the hands. I can see them and feel them. At the moment the cloud is still anchored in the body. The right hand opens the finger-thumb mudra to break the infinity seal and the cloud detaches from the body. The head previously upright lolls slightly forward in what I know to be my physical death.

I look at the cloud for a while and then my consciousness merges with it, into it. I am liberated of body. I wait in the room for a while and then it is gone from view.

I wake knowing that I have seen a death of mine. Over the next few hours the scene replays. I know that I died consciously in this dream and vision. I know that I had prepared and that it had mostly gone according to plan..