{"id":1537,"date":"2016-06-09T07:48:37","date_gmt":"2016-06-09T07:48:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mugwortborn.wpengine.com\/project\/episode-four-hidden-lands\/"},"modified":"2020-07-14T19:37:04","modified_gmt":"2020-07-14T19:37:04","slug":"episode-four-hidden-lands","status":"publish","type":"project","link":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/project\/episode-four-hidden-lands\/","title":{"rendered":"EPISODIO CUATRO: Tierra Oculta"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Uno de mis recuerdos m\u00e1s vivos es de la cocina humeante de mi familia con su chimenea de arcilla y una plataforma colgada de las vigas que sosten\u00eda la le\u00f1a. Aqu\u00ed, se cortaban las verduras, se bat\u00eda el t\u00e9, y nuestras fosas nasales se volv\u00edan negras al alimentar el fuego con ramas de pino que ard\u00edan lentamente. Estas ramas ten\u00edan nudos que tambi\u00e9n se usaban para hacer l\u00e1mparas. Pero lo m\u00e1s importante, aqu\u00ed es donde la familia se reun\u00eda para comer. Despu\u00e9s de la cena, los adultos contaban historias populares y los gomchen <\/em>nos asustaban con sus historias de fantasmas y sombras. La misma historia pod\u00eda ser contada cien veces y ni el narrador ni el oyente se cansaban. A veces, en d\u00edas especiales, encend\u00edamos una l\u00e1mpara de queroseno, cuyo funcionamiento nos fascinaba a nosotros los ni\u00f1os.<\/p>\n

\"King

El Rey Ugyen Wangchuk, 1905<\/em><\/p><\/div>

\"Lhasa,

Regente Gyeltshap Reting Rinpoch\u00e9\u00a0<\/em><\/p><\/div><\/p>\n

Tengo recuerdos n\u00edtidos de compartir comidas con mis abuelos maternos, Lama Sonam Zangpo y Dendup Palmo. Lama Sonam Zangpo contaba las mejores historias. Era conocido por su memoria fotogr\u00e1fica y recordaba todas las historias y leyendas. Sus descripciones de la barba del primer rey de But\u00e1n, Sir Ugyen Wangchuck, o lo guapo y llamativo que era el adolescente Gyaltsab Reting Rinpoch\u00e9[1]<\/sup><\/a> cuando el 13\u00ba Dalai Lama lo condujo al Monasterio Jokhang, hac\u00edan que sus historias cobraran vida.<\/p>\n

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Mi abuelo era como una c\u00e1mara del tesoro de cuentos de hadas. Todav\u00eda estoy tratando de recordar desesperadamente una historia en particular que me cont\u00f3 sobre un perro que era una emanaci\u00f3n de Tara Verde rescatando a un ni\u00f1o peque\u00f1o. Recuerdo v\u00edvidamente que el perro gui\u00f3 al ni\u00f1o llevando una hermosa flor en la boca, pero tengo la clara sensaci\u00f3n de que no me acordar\u00e9 del resto de la historia tal vez hasta el momento en que inhale o exhale mi \u00faltimo aliento.<\/p>\n

Casi todos los d\u00edas, mi abuelo murmuraba sobre una tierra oculta donde hab\u00eda vivido y que todav\u00eda anhelaba. Ten\u00eda tanta nostalgia por este lugar oculto: si est\u00e1bamos comiendo helecho, no era tan verde como lo hab\u00eda sido en el lugar oculto. Ninguna mantequilla estaba tan rica como lo hab\u00eda sido all\u00ed. La artemisia descubierta en cualquier otro lugar no era ni mucho menos tan arom\u00e1tica como hab\u00eda sido all\u00ed. Y ten\u00eda especialmente nostalgia por los hongos que crec\u00edan en los \u00e1rboles.<\/p>\n

Mi \u00fanico recuerdo de esa tierra oculta es de una intensa luz del sol, un porche y quiz\u00e1s un peque\u00f1o huerto.<\/p>\n

Existen innumerables m\u00e9todos inimaginables para encontrar la sabidur\u00eda en el budismo t\u00e1ntrico, por ejemplo, desapareciendo por completo. Uno de mis propios tutores desapareci\u00f3 un d\u00eda y nunca lo volvimos a ver. Hay un m\u00e9todo para fingir convincentemente que est\u00e1s loco y abandonar todas las normas sociales. Otro de mis tutores tom\u00f3 ese camino. Hay un m\u00e9todo para extraer delicadamente las semillas de enebro sin alterar sus ramas, y luego abstenerse de toda comida y bebida, excepto la esencia de esas semillas; a trav\u00e9s del ayuno, uno deja de lado los h\u00e1bitos de masticar, atiborrarse y digerir, y a trav\u00e9s de eso, se descubre la sabidur\u00eda y la energ\u00eda, se equilibran el prana y los nadis. Mi abuelo Lama Sonam Zangpo era conocido por la pr\u00e1ctica de chulan<\/em>; ten\u00eda las manos m\u00e1s firmes. Lo recuerdo a finales de sus 80 a\u00f1os, casi presumiendo de pintar una s\u00edlaba-ra\u00edz en un grano de arroz con un pincel hecho con dos pelos.<\/p>\n

Pero es la pr\u00e1ctica de ir a tierras ocultas por lo que mi abuelo era mejor conocido. En el Vajrayana se cree que hay lugares ocultos en todas partes. Incluso podr\u00eda haber uno en el Bronx. Creo que los chamanes nativos americanos tambi\u00e9n sol\u00edan saber c\u00f3mo acceder a tierras ocultas y a sitios de poder energ\u00e9tico. Recuerdo vagamente haber le\u00eddo sobre algo llamado sitio<\/em> en un libro de uno de los disc\u00edpulos de Don Juan.<\/p>\n

Ir a una tierra oculta es la m\u00e1xima rebeli\u00f3n contra el mundo sams\u00e1rico, es como abandonar la sociedad y unirse a una comuna, pero mucho m\u00e1s que eso. Gur\u00fa Rinpoch\u00e9 describi\u00f3 estas tierras ocultas en sus ense\u00f1anzas. Algunas son accesibles, otras no, ningunas son f\u00e1ciles de encontrar. Las que son accesibles pueden tener fecha de caducidad. Algunas cambian o migran o simplemente dejan de tener la energ\u00eda de ser una tierra oculta, independientemente de si alguien las ha pisado o no. Si logras desvelar una tierra oculta, debes permanecer all\u00ed hasta que se cumpla su prop\u00f3sito, que podr\u00eda ser unos d\u00edas, unas d\u00e9cadas o unas cuantas generaciones. No te puede importar la duraci\u00f3n de tu estancia.<\/p>\n

Gur\u00fa Rinpoch\u00e9 dej\u00f3 gu\u00edas y mapas codificados para algunas tierras ocultas, incluyendo qu\u00e9 m\u00e9todos usar para viajar all\u00ed, d\u00f3nde acampar en el camino, si se permiten o no hogueras, c\u00f3mo leer las se\u00f1ales, tales como si la llamada de un p\u00e1jaro da la bienvenida o no, si se permite el cobre o el plomo a trav\u00e9s de la frontera, c\u00f3mo leer el comportamiento de las sanguijuelas (que son como dakinis guardianas) e instrucciones detalladas sobre qu\u00e9 hacer una vez que llegues all\u00ed. Dijo que hay beneficios inconmensurables al viajar a tierras ocultas. Adem\u00e1s de la sabidur\u00eda a la que uno puede acceder all\u00ed, tiene el sorprendente beneficio de no tener que permanecer en un mundo limitado por el pensamiento racional. Descifrar los c\u00f3digos y leer las gu\u00edas para desvelar una tierra oculta requiere un practicante muy especial y condiciones muy especiales. La condici\u00f3n principal es la motivaci\u00f3n y la actitud. Si uno es un cobarde demasiado racional y cr\u00edtico, si uno no tiene la osad\u00eda de dejar atr\u00e1s todos los puntos de referencia conocidos, es probable que nunca encuentre una tierra oculta. La curiosidad no es motivaci\u00f3n suficiente en absoluto.<\/p>\n

Habr\u00e1 much\u00edsimas pruebas en el camino; incluso el mejor practicante puede acercarse y fallar. Y despu\u00e9s de muchas dificultades, finalmente algunos han puesto los ojos en tierra oculta, pero cuando apartaron la mirada por un momento, desapareci\u00f3. Esto ha sucedido.<\/p>\n

\"Lama

Lama Sonam Zangpo, mi abuelo materno<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

Mi abuelo ten\u00eda toda la motivaci\u00f3n necesaria, la determinaci\u00f3n y la fuerza requerida para un buscador de tierras ocultas. En 1951, decidi\u00f3 valientemente emprender un viaje para desvelar una tierra oculta, a trav\u00e9s del hielo y las tormentas, a trav\u00e9s del bamb\u00fa y el lodo, a lo largo de los acantilados y valles, utilizando las profec\u00edas y una gu\u00eda que dej\u00f3 Padmasambhava hace m\u00e1s de 1.200 a\u00f1os. Al rededor de 100 personas lo siguieron, abandonando sus medios de vida, sus hogares, ganado, granjas, todo. B\u00e1sicamente, decidieron ser unos hippies totales.<\/p>\n

El lugar que mi abuelo encontr\u00f3, abri\u00f3 y estableci\u00f3 se llamaba Khenpajong, que significa Valle de Artemisia o Artemisa, y permaneci\u00f3 all\u00ed durante una d\u00e9cada. Mientras estuvo all\u00ed, logr\u00f3 encontrar un novio, con una nariz y un humor caracter\u00edsticos del T\u00edbet, y lo trajo para casarlo con su tranquila y meditativa hija. Como resultado de ese emparejamiento, yo nac\u00ed en la tierra oculta. La gente me cont\u00f3 que mis padres tuvieron un ni\u00f1o antes que yo, pero muri\u00f3 al poco de nacer, as\u00ed que quiz\u00e1s soy el \u00fanico ni\u00f1o nacido en Khenpajong que todav\u00eda est\u00e1 dando vueltas al mundo dejando huellas de carbono y contribuyendo a la destrucci\u00f3n del mundo. Poco despu\u00e9s de mi nacimiento, todos los seres humanos abandonaron Khenpajong. El Valle de Artemisia fue completamente abandonado.<\/p>\n

\"face\"

Pintura de Nicholas Roerich<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

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[1]<\/a>\u00a0Jamphel Yeshe Gyaltsen. Tibetano<\/span><\/a>:\u00a0<\/span>\u0f50\u0f74\u0f56\u0f0b\u0f56\u0f66\u0f9f\u0f53\u0f0b\u0f60\u0f47\u0f58\u0f0b\u0f51\u0f54\u0f63\u0f0b\u0f61\u0f7a\u0f0b\u0f64\u0f7a\u0f66\u0f0b\u0f62\u0f92\u0fb1\u0f63\u0f0b\u0f58\u0f5a\u0f53\u0f0b<\/span>.\u00a0 (n. Dagpo 1910;\u00a0m. Lhasa 1947) fue un tulku tibetano y el quinto\u00a0Reting Rinpoch\u00e9<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Uno de mis recuerdos m\u00e1s vivos es de la cocina humeante de mi familia con su chimenea de arcilla y una plataforma colgada de las vigas que sosten\u00eda la le\u00f1a. Aqu\u00ed, se cortaban las verduras, se bat\u00eda el t\u00e9, y nuestras fosas nasales se volv\u00edan negras al alimentar el fuego con ramas de pino que […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":482,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"One of my strongest memories is of my family's smoky kitchen with its clay hearth and a platform hung from the rafters holding the firewood. Here, vegetables were chopped, tea was churned, and our nostrils turned black as we fed the fire with slow-burning knots from pine branches. The knots were also used to make lamps. But most importantly, this is where the family gathered for meals. After dinner, the adults told folk stories and the gomchen<\/em> scared us with their tales of ghosts and shadows. The same story could be told a hundred times and neither the teller nor the listener would tire. Occasionally, on special days, we might light a kerosene lamp, whose workings fascinated us kids.\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_146\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"187\"]\"King King Ugyen Wangchuk, 1905<\/em>[\/caption]\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_147\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"226\"]\"Lhasa, Regent Gyeltshap Reting Rinpoche <\/em>[\/caption]\n\nI have clear memories of sharing meals with my maternal grandparents, Lama Sonam Zangpo and Dendup Palmo. Lama Sonam Zangpo could tell the best tales. He was known for his photographic memory and he remembered all the histories and legends. His descriptions of the beard of the first king of Bhutan, Sir Ugyen Wangchuck, or how handsome and striking the teenaged Gyaltsab Reting Rinpoche[1]<\/a> was as the 13th Dalai Lama led him into the Jokhang Monastery, made his stories come alive.\n\nMy Grandfather was like a treasury of fairy tales. I am still desperately trying to remember one particular story he told me about a dog that was an emanation of Green Tara rescuing a small boy. I remember vividly that the dog lead the boy by carrying a beautiful flower in its mouth, but I have a distinct feeling I will not remember the rest of the story perhaps until the moment I breathe in or out my last breath.\n\nAlmost every day, my grandfather would mutter about a hidden land where he had once lived and which he still longed for. He was so nostalgic for this hidden place: If we were eating fern, it wasn't as green as it had been at the hidden place. No buttermilk was as delicious as it had been there. Artemisia found anywhere else was nowhere near as fragrant as it had been there. And he was especially nostalgic about the fungus that had grown on the trees.\n\nMy only memory of that hidden land is of some strong sunlight, a verandah, and maybe a small vegetable garden.\n\nThere are countless unimaginable methods to discover wisdom in Tantric Buddhism \u2014 for example, by vanishing completely. One of my own tutors disappeared one day and we never saw him again. There is a method of convincingly pretending to be crazy and abandoning all social norms. Another one of my tutors took that path. There is a method of delicately extracting juniper seeds without disturbing the branches, and then abstaining from all food and drink except the essence of those seeds; through fasting one lets go of the habits of munching, stuffing, and digesting, and through that, wisdom and energy are uncovered, prana and nadis are balanced. My grandfather Lama Sonam Zangpo was well known for this chulan<\/em> practice; he had the steadiest hands. I remember him in his late 80s almost showing off by painting a seed syllable on a grain of rice using a brush made with two hairs.\n\nBut it is the practice of going into hidden lands that my grandfather was best known for. In the Vajrayana it is believed that there are hidden spots everywhere. There could even be one in the Bronx. I believe the Native American shamans also used to know how to access hidden lands and power spots. I vaguely remember reading about something called sitio<\/em> in a book by one of Don Juan's disciples.\n\nGoing to a hidden land is the ultimate rebellion against the samsaric world, like dropping out of society and joining a commune, but much more than that. Guru Rinpoche described these hidden lands in his teachings. Some are reachable, some not, all are never easy to find. Those that are reachable may have expiration dates. Some shift or migrate or simply stop having the energy of being a hidden land, regardless of whether or not anyone has set foot there. If you manage to unlock a hidden land, you must stay there until its purpose is served, which could be a few days, a few decades, or a few generations. You can't care about your term.\n\nGuru Rinpoche left coded guides and maps to some hidden lands, including which methods to use to travel there, where to camp along the way, whether or not fires are allowed, how to read the signs, such as whether a certain birdcall is welcoming or not, whether copper or lead is allowed across the boundary, how to read the behavior of the leeches (who are like guardian dakinis), and detailed instructions about what to do once you reach there. He said there are immeasurable benefits to traveling to hidden lands. In addition to the wisdom one may access there, there is the amazing benefit of no longer having to abide in a world limited by rational thought. Deciphering the codes and reading the guides to unlock a hidden land takes a very special practitioner and very special conditions. The primary condition is motivation and attitude. If one is too much of a rational and critical coward, if one doesn't have the daringness to leave behind every known reference point, chances are one will never find a hidden land. Curiosity is not motivation enough at all.\n\nThere will be so many ordeals along the way; even the greatest practitioner can get quite close and still fail. And after much hardship, some have finally set eyes on a hidden land, but when glanced away for a moment, it vanished. This has happened.\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_148\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"197\"]\"Lama Lama Sonam Zangpo, my maternal grandfather<\/em>[\/caption]\n\nMy grandfather had all the necessary motivation, one-pointed determination, and strength necessary for a hidden land searcher. In 1951, he bravely decided to take a journey to unlock a hidden land, through ice and storms, through bamboo and slush, along cliffs and through valleys, using the prophecies and a guidebook that was left by Padmasambhava more than 1,200 years ago. About 100 people followed him, abandoning their livelihood, their homes, cattle, farms, everything. Basically they decided to be the ultimate hippies.\n\nThe place that my grandfather found, unlocked, and settled, was called Khenpajong, which means Valley of Artemisia or mugwort, and he stayed there for a decade. While he was there, he managed to find a groom with a distinctive nose and mood from Tibet and brought him to marry his quiet and meditative daughter. As a result of that pairing, I was born in the hidden land. People tell me that one child was born to my parents before me but died soon after, so I am perhaps the only child born in Khenpajong who is still going around the world leaving carbon footprints and contributing to the destruction of the world. Soon after I was born, every single human being left Khenpajong. The Valley of Artemisia was totally, utterly abandoned.\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_144\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"640\"]\"face\" Painting by Nicholas Roerich<\/em>[\/caption]\n\n \n\n[1]<\/a> Jamphel Yeshe Gyaltsen Tibetan<\/a>: \u0f50\u0f74\u0f56\u0f0b\u0f56\u0f66\u0f9f\u0f53\u0f0b\u0f60\u0f47\u0f58\u0f0b\u0f51\u0f54\u0f63\u0f0b\u0f61\u0f7a\u0f0b\u0f64\u0f7a\u0f66\u0f0b\u0f62\u0f92\u0fb1\u0f63\u0f0b\u0f58\u0f5a\u0f53\u0f0b, Dagpo<\/a>, 1910 - Lhasa<\/a>, 1947) was a Tibetan<\/a> tulku<\/a> and the fifth Reting Rinpoche<\/a>.","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"project_category":[32],"project_tag":[],"class_list":["post-1537","project","type-project","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","project_category-episodes-es"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project\/1537","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/project"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1537"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project\/1537\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/482"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1537"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"project_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project_category?post=1537"},{"taxonomy":"project_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project_tag?post=1537"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}