smells, sounds and tastes
Chronic pain and vedanta
DreamPeople in the building were searching for something. There was panic. It seemed they lost something very valuable.
I nocked on a door and without waiting i entered a room full of lama's, tulku's and monks. I was in my underwear (or was it a loin cloth like Ramana?).
Some looked up from their holy book and the receptionist (yes, there was one) tried to explain that i was unrespectful dressed and should leave silently the room immediately.
Instead i placed some kind of relic on the table, something i didn't know i had or had ever seen.
Immediately the room woke up and the lama's, tulku's and monks gathered around me and dressed me with a soft red colored robe.
"Ramana." Notebook drawing. 2015
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