
This is quite an unusual report, because it concerns a very interesting episode in a Tibetan Buddhist center.
I'm standing outside at the stupa-stove, Geshe is pouring food from a container onto the fire. I feel power flowing into me, it fills me, I straighten, I grow, I spread my wings. Geshe pours food on the fire. I close my eyes, I see in my mind's eye shadows-ghosts appearing and emerging from under the ground. These are more nature spirits, definitely not human. They look like dark strands of smoke, like aloe leaves with pointed tips, they curl and move like smoke or seaweed. They are happy that Geshe feeds them, they are satisfied, they are waiting for it. They only come for this food. They stand in a circle around the stove and us, but I don't feel them behind me because my wings are spread there. I fly above my head, viewing the scene from above. I fly above the forest, a quick shot above the Earth's atmosphere and back. I imagine the ground surface as a glass pane, I jump down into the Earth, I see everything from below. Smoke ghosts come out from under the surface, they are around me. I'm going back to my body.
