Why you should and shouldn’t go to Nepal
The last thing I expected was to have the most spiritual experience of my life with a Japanese meditation master on my trip to Nepal.
It all started flying to Kathmandu with my partner to visit the girl we are supporting via an NGO. That was the main reason for going to Nepal.
It’s a crowded, loud city covered in dust. Motorbikes everywhere, ridden by whole families. Only the man wears the helmet, and the woman with her sahri holds the children.
A part from visiting the NGO we also wanted to travel a bit around the country. So we took an “airplane” from the capital to Pokhara, the lake city in the western part of the country. This airplane trip, run by propellers, was already an adventure in and of itself. There was no air con in that metal box, just growing hotter. But from that tiny airplane with max 20 people, we could see the whole Himalaya in between the clouds. A magical moment. Until we started descending again and landed with what felt like no air in the wheels.
The spiritual journey starts
Next stop was Lumbini, Buddha’s birthplace. We departed by bus early in the morning; we had 8 hours ahead of us. It was only 200 miles but all the streets in the country were either destroyed by the earthquake or never finished. We were so slow that you could literally walk beside the bus.
On that same ride, we met a nice Japanese couple, he a 77-year-old meditation master and his partner. We started chatting with both about our martial arts and meditation practise. And it became really interesting, but then the bus stopped.
What happened? I will tell you what happened.
The whole mountain had come down some miles ahead and the bus could not drive any further as the line of cars in front of us were endless. Meaning we had to get out of the bus, take our stuff and continue walking for about 2 hours. As we have been acquainted with that nice, if not youngest, Japanese couple we not only carried our backpacks but also their luggage. It started to flood and we had to walk barefoot through a muddy river that blocked the street. I almost fell into that swampy pool.
With us, thousands of other Nepali families had to take their belongings and continue by foot. Children, chicken, motorbikes, more people who came from the other side of the blocked passage. It was all a bit too much.
When reaching the other side, we soon discovered that no bus was waiting for us to take us to Lumbini, as promised by our bus driver. There were still 30 miles to go and we could barely walk anymore.
Out of nowhere, we saw a jeep and we went straight to talk to the driver. But he did not want to take us because he was waiting for another group. We insisted and begged, we were desperate and tired, hungry and completely exhausted. I guess he could feel our suffering because in the end he gave in and drove us all the way to Lumbini, in exchange for compensation of course.
It was after 10 pm when we reached the city and all the temples, where we had planned to stay, where already closed. The Japanese couple wanted to go to a Japanese hotel, which unfortunately was closed when we reached it. They had construction going on and would open the next day. Again, we begged and finally, they gave in.
The next day would be the big day.
A life changing experience
At breakfast, the meditation master asked us a strange favour. “Please come with me to Buddha’s birthplace. We have a mission to clean up the world and bring good energy.” My partner and I looked at each other, smiled and agreed.
That day was incredibly hot. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a humid and burning heat in my life. And believe me, I love these really hot summer days. But that was not one of them. Even with using my umbrella to protect myself from the sun, I was sweating like hell and soon my clothes were soaked. We first had to walk up to the main entrance and then take our shoes off to enter the birthplace. The stones on the floor were burning. We were walking like lizards along the stone path right to the centre of the shrine, where there was a huge Bodhi tree and below a basin filled with green water.
The master explained that he had purified energy water in a tiny little bottle. He got this bottle by canalizing the good vibes of thousands of practitioners meditating via his body into that bottle. And then he took out a pitch-black stone, a stone from Sirius, as he said. He held it against the sun and the stone just turned completely translucent. Then he asked us to hold our hands together, the four of us and he recited the purpose of his mission: unifying Mount Fuji, the Himalaya and Buddha’s birthplace with a new energy field that will clean up the bad karma and, like a dragon, will start expanding good vibrations.
Sending the chi, energy from your heart centre. Taking a deep breath, going into that peaceful state, deep inside, where nothing happens, just emptiness, this is centre of ourselves, this is state of Buddha.
We sat in meditation for some minutes under the Bodhi tree and when finishing the world had changed. People around us had become quiet. There was a surrounding peacefulness that you could breathe and almost touch. Feel from within and expanding.
Everything seemed to have changed. A new, mindful world had arisen.
We walked back to our driver and back to the hotel.
It was time to depart. In the room of the master, he said that we come back to Japan to celebrate a ritual at the temple of Benzaiten, Japanese Goddess — the same name of our training dojo for martial arts in Barcelona. We had been connected for this experience.
We said goodbye and departed.
It’s funny that in order to find myself I had to travel all the way to the cradle of Buddha. For having this spiritual awakening, the stars had to be aligned. So, I was lucky they were.
Traveling gives place to so many experiences. It opens horizons, the unexpected happens. It’s just life. Right there when departing to your adventure, you never know what will happen next. Best is to just be open to anything that may happen.