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.”

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.

Sak Yant – Yantra – Tattoo Theme – Dream Follow Up

February 2, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Over the last ten years or so I have had seven dreams in which my skin is marked with a tattoo or tattoo like marking. I had waking visions around 2003 with om mane padme hum tattooed in Sanskrit {not Tibetan I checked} on the inside of both of my forearms The ink was of a very dark blue – indigo blue and to this day {now} I can still feel {or imagine} the lettering.

I have been looking into Thai or Khmer Sak Yant tattoos, perhaps inspired by this dream.

Saffron Trousers “Muay Thai” – Reincarnation – Dream 10-07-23

Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream opens at the confluence of two rivers in mountainous terrain. The river beds are strewn with dark grey-black rock. The river levels are low as is the resultant river. It is clear that from time to time and in rainy season torrents flow. Around the rivers are dense rainforest like trees. I am on a “beach” to the side of one of the rivers. There is a sense of antiquity and of “ago”. I know that I am near a village which is on a major trade route into / across the mountains. It has been the scene of major battles.

I look down and can see that I am wearing only some saffron-yellow trousers. They are held up with a drawstring at the waist and the ankles are similarly tied. They are loose fitting. My head is freshly shaved and without hair. My body is Asian and early twenties. It has no body hair. I am of a slight yet muscular build. I have a tattoo of my left forearm which I cannot see. I am with an old man with white hair and wispy beard. He is dressed in cotton trousers and jackets. He is an elder.

I am not of the village but have been assigned to it. There is an upcoming festival and I have been chosen to represent the village. Tribes will be coming down from the mountains for the festivities, which will be extensive over a number of days.

I point at a red rock on the shore. I say to the man that this could be ground up for face paint. {My mind interjects it is iron oxide}. He says yes and notes it. He will send one of the women back for it.

He has in his hand a cane upon which is a small pad. I am now supposed to kick the pad as he moves it. The type of kick is a roundhouse. He encourages me to swing the whole leg and not flex it at the knee. {My mind interjects that this not like a Japanese roundhouse mawashi-geri but more like a Muay Thai kick}. He moves the pad around getting me to kick low and high. He says that I must focus on the thigh kicks as these will deaden the legs of my opponents. He says that this is a key part of Muay Thai. He encourages me to kick low very hard and fast as we move around the beach. This “way” goes a long way back. He then gets me to work on a front stop kick which prevents the opponent from getting close. He says that I should tap into the warriors of old from this part of the mountains. The tribes coming down are savage and ruthless so I will have to be on my guard and at my best.

He says that although I am not of the village as the Buddhist priest, I should know its ways.

I have worked up a sweat. He suggests that I dunk myself in the river. Which I do.

The dream ends as we walk towards the village and I am amazed at how this body feels in comparison to the one in which I am sleeping.

Dream ends

* I note than in my waking dreams of me as a Buddhist priest I had a Sanskrit tattoo of “om mane padme hum” on forearms.

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The tradition of “sacred” tattooing is also by way of a magical spell or corporeal totem for the wearer. Such a thing would be imbued with intent. There are rules and a code of conduct to follow.

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IAST: Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūm̐

Devangari: ॐ मणि पद्मे हूँ

Tibetan : ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྂ

Thai : โอํ มณิ ปทฺเม หุํ

Khmer : ឱំ មណិ បទ្មេ ហុំ

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I intuitionally geo-located the dream to around the Chiang Mai area of northern Thailand near Burma and Laos which is not too far from Nagaland in that part of India which is East of Bangladesh.

The thinking goes that if I was once trained in Muay Thai and had a Sak Yant tattoo then having a Sak Yant in this life could precipitate a recall from the earlier life. There being nothing like being repeatedly stabbed with a ceremonial needle in a sacred ritual to alter the state of consciousness.

The language should probably be Khmer and ancient Khmer at that. This would mean that someone well versed in the Sak Yant tradition going way back might be the only one able to reproduce the mantra / yantra in a timely thousand year old Khmer script. Only they would know how, not for the eyes of the party goers at Phuket.

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I found out that one of the tattoo themes has two serpents or naga or nāga. Sometimes referred to as Mekong serpents for the tourists. These designs were appealing, if large.

A brief internet search suggests that there are no genuine Sak Yant masters currently operational in France. You might have to hang out in hardcore Muay Thai circles to find such a person. Alternatively a trip to Chiang Mai could kick start the process…

The hip surgeon would probably prefer that I waited until after the operation to get stabbed.

It sounds like a bit of a crazy idea at my age to get a Sak Yant…

Anyway it has been an interesting thread to explore so far…

Coffee and Memory – Dream Follow Up

January 30, 2026January 30, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

In the dream this morning I was back in an area of London I thought I once knew well around Albemarle Street, Dover Street, Mayfair and St James. I might still be able to navigate all the cut throughs. I have been both to the Royal Society of Chemistry and The Royal Society. I’ll speculate that I have encountered 5% of the jolly good fellows in the latter. I have met presidents of both august bodies. I can claim to have been once associated with three “important” centres of learning in London namely UCL, The Royal Institution and Imperial College.

But clearly the coffee is not all that good.

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There is no acceptable physiological explanation of how memory might transfer between incarnations. There is no scientifically accepted proof that reincarnation happens. Memory in so far as science has it must have some kind of biological explanation perhaps something to do with synaptic frameworks, neural nets and so-called muscle memory.

I’ll speculate that because of what I have done to myself in terms of recapitulation, erasing personal history, dreaming and meditation my “wiring” may no longer be entirely conventional.

Neuroscience talks of emotions; what happens if you have meditated them away?

The idea presented in the dream that memory is counter entropic is not entirely silly. One has to organise a recollection of the perception of observed phenomenon into a coherent {or otherwise} pattern to make sense of it and as an aide memoire in its retelling. Organising anything out of a stochastic chaos reduces the overall entropy. This requires some kind of energetic input. Thermodynamics suggests that organisation always gives way to a less organised status. Keeping anything organised takes effort.

On death the chemical factory ceases producing energy and no further work is done.

There is anecdotal “evidence” that some can recall past lives or key events therein. Such evidence cannot ever be proven. My own view is that some kind of realisation or mental training must be required to transfer any non-traumatic memory across incarnations. Wishful thinking and a grandiosity seeking for importance amongst the otherwise mundane might be a motive behind reported recall. Memory recall is probably not a common or garden thing, despite what some might say to sound cool or chat up others.

There is no way memory could be transferred unless one evokes a “thing” some kind of entity which takes on another body.

No entity – no past life recall. The logic is sound. {Thinking only of the measurable physical plane.}

If there is an entity and memory has some kind of molecular basis, a biological basis, then in order to recall this the entity must organise the biology so that physiologically it can be read, by chemical or electrochemical means. That memory may have persistence and longevity or it might fade in a haze of skunk. Somehow the entity “writes” the memory into the new biology.

The entity must influence the biology. A non carnate entity cannot use the computer keyboard. There must be some kind of relationship between the entity and its meat. If there is not an entity then it is just my meat typing here.

If you are convinced that reincarnation does not occur. Then by definition past life recall is impossible and poppycock. Anything resembling such a memory would be found an alternate explanation. One more to taste.

In a past life I seem to remember haunting Mayfair and St James. I seem to remember The Clarence in Dover Street and Tennent’s Extra by the gallon. Nowadays you could probably get a coffee there.

If it is possible to have a past life in a given life, it might be possible to transfer memory from a past life into a new life. I no longer pertain to my old world from London. I have been “reborn” as a hermit in Brittany…

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.

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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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A Shed Load of Rinpoche(s)

January 14, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Following on from my various dreams I have been looking at internet based information on Tulkus and Rinpoche types. The first comment is that there are shed loads of these. There seems to be a pecking order.

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In some circles it seems that their words are hung upon and that they may be put on a pedestal. On-line there is controversy about iffy teacher-student practices. This provokes heated commentary and in some cases attack. It seems very emotive.

Looks like a minefield to me.

Academic practice in the UK has changed considerably in the last few decades. In the past people used to get shit-faced drunk and there was “intermingling”. This is frowned upon these days. Though no doubt some non standard interaction continues. Many academics marry students…

If people want to check my academic credentials feel free…

Based on what I am reading it looks like a barge pole jobby. That is steer well clear…

I know that I don’t know but I am now less inclined to find out. I am not glamoured thereby.

Some Rinpoche dudes get to meet presidents of countries…

If you are famous and well known you can charge a few hundred dollars for online courses…

The comment that I have in general is that a lot of the teaching material on line is of a somnambulance inducing length. It would not pass muster at a modern higher education establishment. The presentation skills need polish and focus is better than rambling…

It reaffirms for me that “guru yoga” is dangerous both for the acolyte and the guru. It also suggests that the time for gonadal basal yoga is passing. That stuff is old…wrong century…

It has been interesting having a good read around. The “discussion” on line reminded me of the Sutra below.

This idealism in which people are deified and then crucified for their failings remains a problem not just in religion. A well loved star can be cancelled and lambasted on the whim of an allegation. The worshipper takes no responsibility for the down fall of the previously worshipped.

I don’t know what those hundreds if not thousands of Tulkus and Rinpoches are doing with their lives.

They can’t all be angels…

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The Sutra Preached By The Buddha On The Total Extinction Of The Dharma

(Taisho Tripitaka 0396)

The Buddha was silent, and made no response. After Ananda had repeated the question three times, the Buddha told him, “After my nirvana, when the Dharma is about to be extinct, the Five Mortal Sins will foul the world, and the demonic-way will flourish exceedingly. The demons will become monks, to spoil and wreck my Way. They will wear lay dress [rejoicing in cassocks] and multicolored clothing. They will drink wine and eat meat, killing living things in their desire for fine flavors. They will not have compassionate minds, and will hate and envy each other.”

“At times, there will be Bodhisattvas, Pratyeka-buddhas, and Arhats, who cultivate merits diligently and treat all beings with reverence; being the objects of the people’s devotion, they will impartially preach and convert. They will pity the poor and keep the old in their thoughts, and take care of those in poverty and difficulty. They will constantly persuade the people to worship and serve Sutras and images, doing all good acts that bring merit; their wills and natures will be kind and good. They will not harass or injure people, but sacrifice themselves to save others. They will not spare themselves, but will put up with insult, being benevolent and harmonious.”

“Should there be such a being, the gang of demonic monks will unite in hating him, slandering him and blazoning forth his errors. He will be expelled and banished; they will not let him remain at that place. From then onwards, they will all fail to cultivate merit according to the Way. Temples will be empty and desolate, and will no longer be repaired, but will be allowed to fall into ruin. The monks will covet nothing but material goods, accumulating them without distribution, not doing good deeds. They will deal in male and female slaves, plow the fields and plant them, burning off the mountain forests and harming all living things; they will not have compassionate minds. Male slaves will become monks, female slaves will become nuns; they will have none of the merit that comes from practicing the Way, but rather will be filthy and depraved, foul and turbulent; men and women will not be kept separate. The reason the Way will become shallow and weak, is all because of that type of person.”

Science Boffin Dreams His Own Death – Phowa Practice

January 13, 2026 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I have not had a dream since the “whopper” of the 4^th of January. In that I dreamed my own death {My Death – pārasaṃgate – Phowa – Dream 04-01-2025} and what seems like a phowa death practice according to what I have read.

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That dream might have been scary for some but it seemed entirely natural to me. Likewise dreaming about Naropa etc. does not seem odd. Dream yoga is one of his super six…The death in the dream was from an earlier life.

What is strange is that I do not currently have any direct mundane physical plane linkage to Tibetan Buddhism.

There is an internal consistency to the logic, if I know how to do advanced death practice, it is likely that I might be more able to recall past life snippets than your normal common or garden person. But given my physical science background I would be more likely to be very sceptical. There has been a convergence in the dreaming towards a more recent putative incarnation of the magenta robed kind.

The weight of dreaming “evidence” for me outweighs any scepticism I personally have. I am confident that I have partial recall of a number of lives several of which have been Buddhist. I cannot six-sigma prove this, but I am happy with a strong working hypothesis.

In terms of Vajrayana empowerments I have only “had” very public White Tara and Guru Rinpoche. I recognise a shamanic ritual when I see one. In terms of tantra you probably only need Padmasambhava, a tantric key. This was via Akong Rinpoche in London en passant.

I have had numerous dreams with various scripts and calligraphy in them.

There is a weird feeling that the 4^thof January dream was “cumulative” if I may use that word. I have as a raja yoga been visualizing “outside” the crown chakra over quite a number of years. In a sense I have without tuition been doing this as if I already knew.

The wife has recently dreamed about the involvement of a journalist…

It will be interesting to see if the dreaming hiatus is more permanent…