{"id":2683,"date":"2019-12-13T16:48:08","date_gmt":"2019-12-13T16:48:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mugwortborn.wpengine.com\/project\/episode-sixteen-pure-perception-and-the-destroyer-of-demons\/"},"modified":"2026-05-19T16:01:33","modified_gmt":"2026-05-19T16:01:33","slug":"episode-sixteen-pure-perception-and-the-destroyer-of-demons","status":"publish","type":"project","link":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/es\/project\/episode-sixteen-pure-perception-and-the-destroyer-of-demons\/","title":{"rendered":"Episodio 16: La percepci\u00f3n pura y el destructor de demonios"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Para m\u00ed, mi abuelo Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 m\u00e1s que guapo era un hombre espl\u00e9ndido<\/em>. Hasta el \u00faltimo d\u00eda de su vida sigui\u00f3 siendo una de las personas m\u00e1s elegantes y bien cuidadas que jam\u00e1s haya visto. Pon\u00eda tanto esmero en recogerse el pelo hacia atr\u00e1s. Sus camisas estaban planchadas. La combinaci\u00f3n de colores de sus atuendos era impecable. He o\u00eddo muchas historias de que sus encantos eran bastante irresistibles para las mujeres. Sus habitaciones estaban impecablemente limpias. Ten\u00eda asma y, aunque puede que yo no sea imparcial, dir\u00eda que hasta sus estertores ten\u00edan una cierta elegancia. La forma en que sosten\u00eda una p\u00e1gina, la forma en que rotaba un vajra, la forma en que hac\u00eda sonar un d\u00e1maru era fascinante.<\/p>\n

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El adorno que lo defin\u00eda era el par de gafas polarizadas hechas de cristal que siempre llevaba puestas. Escuch\u00e9 como le dec\u00eda a la gente, a m\u00ed incluido, que deber\u00edan usar gafas de cristal. Que eran muy buenas. De hecho, Trulshik Rinpoch\u00e9 sigui\u00f3 su consejo y le recuerdo usando gafas de cristal durante toda su vida. Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 hizo que el cristal de sus gafas fuera especialmente cortado en Hong Kong y recomend\u00f3 que otros lamas hicieran lo mismo. As\u00ed que no hace mucho, cuando fui a Hong Kong, le ped\u00ed a las mismas personas que me hicieran unas. Pero las gafas de cristal pesan mucho y simplemente no he tenido la consistencia de llevarlas puestas.<\/p>\n

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Nunca he sido un aficionado a los coches, pero, dicho esto, cuando veo un Land Rover Defender me entra mucha nostalgia de cuando ten\u00eda unos seis a\u00f1os y viaj\u00e9 de la India a But\u00e1n con Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9. Ver uno siempre me trae s\u00f3lidos recuerdos y en mi olfato mental incluso tiene un olor singular. Al parecer, la reina de Inglaterra tambi\u00e9n les tiene cari\u00f1o. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 hizo este viaje por invitaci\u00f3n de mi otro abuelo, Lama Sonam Zangpo, y en total nos tom\u00f3 varios meses. La mayor parte del viaje lo hicimos a pie, a veces viajamos en palanquines, Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 sostenido por al menos cuatro personas y yo cargado por dos. Y recorrimos varios tramos largos del viaje en un Land Rover Defender, en el que yo iba sentado entre Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 y el conductor durante todo el camino. Fue un momento muy memorable porque fue la \u00fanica oportunidad que tuve en mi vida de estar cerca de mi abuelo. A veces incluso me dorm\u00eda con la cabeza en su hombro o en su regazo.<\/p>\n

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Pareciese como si por todos los lugares que pas\u00e1bamos en But\u00e1n hubiera gente alineada a lo largo de la carretera durante d\u00edas solo para verlo pasar. Todav\u00eda hay muchos que piensan que \u00e9l era Gur\u00fa Padmasambhava en carne y hueso. Algunos aguardaban de pie con familiares moribundos cargados a sus espaldas. Par\u00e1bamos una y otra vez para tomar t\u00e9 y bocadillos hechos por los residentes de cada lugar. Los habitantes de las aldeas esperaban su turno y, en cuanto se marchaba, agarraban todo lo que dejaba, t\u00e9 o agua, trozos de comida, y se lo divid\u00edan y saboreaban a veces durante a\u00f1os. El t\u00e9 sobrante se pon\u00eda en una urna y se usaba para hacer p\u00edldoras preciosas o se pon\u00eda en crema para ung\u00fcentos para los dolores de las articulaciones. Parte de los restos de comida se secaba con hierbas y, cuando era absolutamente necesario, la quemaban para crear humo y alejar a los esp\u00edritus y demonios.<\/p>\n

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Si bien Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 era mi abuelo y siempre le tuve amor, respeto y admiraci\u00f3n, nunca me relacion\u00e9 con \u00e9l como un abuelo al que visitas en Acci\u00f3n de Gracias o en Navidad. \u00c9l me intimidaba. Yo le\u00eda sus escritos, comentarios, canciones, poemas y ense\u00f1anzas sin cesar y de todo coraz\u00f3n. Pero cuando miro hacia atr\u00e1s, me doy cuenta de que hubo algunos momentos de confianza. Por ejemplo, siempre que Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 estaba a solas conmigo, hablaba en dialecto pemak\u00f6, no en tibetano. Me doy cuenta de que esa era su forma de expresar \u201cabuelidad\u201d. Tambi\u00e9n cuando nac\u00ed, mucho antes de que Su Santidad Sakya Trizin me reconociera como un tulku, Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 me llam\u00f3 Khyentse Norbu. Algunos han especulado que esto era una pista de que \u00e9l tambi\u00e9n pudo haberme reconocido como una encarnaci\u00f3n de Khyentse. Estaba pasando por un per\u00edodo en el que nos llam\u00f3 a todos Norbu. Llam\u00f3 a mi padre Thinley Norbu, a un t\u00edo Phende Norbu y a otro t\u00edo Shenphen Norbu.<\/p>\n

Mi madre estaba casada con el hijo de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9, pero puedo dar fe de que ni una sola vez se le pas\u00f3 por la mente la idea de que \u00e9l era su suegro. No estaba en su vocabulario. Ve\u00eda a Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 como alguien m\u00e1s all\u00e1 de este mundo, alguien a quien elogiaba y visualizaba encima de su cabeza y en su coraz\u00f3n. No tengo ni la menor duda de que Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 fue lo \u00faltimo que tuvo en mente cuando estaba muriendo.<\/p>\n

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Mi madre y mi padre<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

Fue realmente Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoch\u00e9 quien me cri\u00f3 y cuid\u00f3 constantemente, probablemente incluso m\u00e1s que cualquiera de los miembros de mi familia. Pod\u00eda acudir a \u00e9l en cualquier momento, las 24 horas del d\u00eda. Sin embargo, a pesar de ser el nieto de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9, no ten\u00eda f\u00e1cil acceso a \u00e9l. De hecho, conseguir una audiencia con \u00e9l era bastante dif\u00edcil para m\u00ed y para mucha gente. Una vez me qued\u00e9 realmente destrozado y molesto porque no me dieron una audiencia. Kyabje Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoch\u00e9 me advirti\u00f3 que, dado que hab\u00eda recibido tantas ense\u00f1anzas t\u00e1ntricas y abishekas de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9, nunca deber\u00eda percibirlo como a un ser normal y corriente, sino m\u00e1s bien como a un ser iluminado o como Padmasambhava. Y que, por lo tanto, a mi abuela, que era la consorte de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9, tambi\u00e9n deber\u00eda considerarla con percepci\u00f3n pura. Instrucciones tan profundas como estas no solo me salvaron de tener una visi\u00f3n equivocada de Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9, sino que a medida que pasan los a\u00f1os, veo, aprecio y descubro la profundidad y amplitud de Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 cada vez m\u00e1s.<\/p>\n

Adem\u00e1s de ser respetado como un maestro consumado, se pensaba que Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 era el descendiente de uno de los tres pr\u00edncipes que fueron desterrados del T\u00edbet central. Cuenta la leyenda que hace mucho tiempo los reyes tibetanos eran supuestamente subidos al cielo con una cuerda. Pero una vez hubo un rey que tuvo un conflicto con uno de sus ministros y el ministro cort\u00f3 la cuerda para que el rey no pudiera ascender. En cambio, ese rey fue asesinado y sus tres hijos exiliados. Se dice que Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 era descendiente de uno de estos hijos exiliados.<\/p>\n

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Al igual que los Khyentses, es importante que la gente sepa que no exist\u00eda un linaje Dudjom de alto rango, ni pol\u00edtico ni secular. As\u00ed que si hubiese alguna encarnaci\u00f3n de Khyentse o Dudjom ahora o en el futuro que reclamase tener un alto rango, est\u00e1 mintiendo. De hecho, en la sociedad tibetana, donde se ten\u00eda en alta estima a los monjes ordenados, hab\u00eda muchas historias de c\u00f3mo Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 fue marginado como un micha<\/em>, que significa un laico normal y corriente. Sin embargo, su conocimiento acad\u00e9mico era tan extraordinario que fue contratado para componer libros de texto escolares tibetanos. En los cr\u00e9ditos nunca se menciona que sea \u00abkyabje\u00bb o incluso un rinpoch\u00e9. Simplemente se le conoc\u00eda como Pek\u00f6 Dudjom Tulku. Pek\u00f6 era la abreviatura de Pemak\u00f6.<\/p>\n

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Determinadas partes de la sociedad lo marginaron en parte tambi\u00e9n porque siempre fue un pensador libre, yo dir\u00eda hasta extremista. Se cuenta que en los 50, cuando estaba otorgando abishekas en el monasterio de Samye en Lhasa a algunos de los maestros nyingma m\u00e1s importantes, iba de un sitio para otro en bicicleta. En aquellos d\u00edas, para un tibetano, un lama en bicicleta, especialmente uno dando ense\u00f1anzas a lamas realmente importantes, era como el Papa Juan Pablo jugando a la ruleta en un casino. Pero estoy bastante seguro de que marginado<\/em> es exactamente como quer\u00eda que lo trataran: discreto, sin t\u00edtulos y libre de todo el bagaje que conlleva tener una posici\u00f3n de alto nivel.<\/p>\n

Ni una sola vez me levant\u00f3 la voz, y mucho menos me ri\u00f1\u00f3. En algunas ocasiones hac\u00eda comentarios sobre c\u00f3mo deber\u00eda vestirme adecuadamente porque ten\u00eda fama de desali\u00f1ado. Lo m\u00e1s cerca que estuvo de re\u00f1irme fue cuando yo estaba recibiendo ense\u00f1anzas de \u00e9l y de alguna manera levant\u00e9 mis manos por encima de Trulshik Rinpoch\u00e9. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 me dijo que deb\u00eda ser respetuoso, pero de una manera muy, muy cari\u00f1osa. Esta dulzura era tan majestuosa que la he llevado conmigo todos estos a\u00f1os.<\/p>\n

Hubo mucha gente descontenta que culpaba a mi abuelastra de ser sobreprotectora con \u00e9l, realmente era ella quien controlaba sus citas. He o\u00eddo que cuando se separ\u00f3 de mi abuela y decidi\u00f3 estar con mi abuelastra, algunas personas estuvieron descontentas, especialmente mi padre. Debido a las amables palabras de Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoch\u00e9, tambi\u00e9n me esforc\u00e9 por tener una percepci\u00f3n pura de mi abuelastra. Cuando miro hacia atr\u00e1s, creo que los l\u00edmites que ella mantuvo fueron algo positivo. \u00c9l necesitaba ese espacio porque hab\u00eda mucha gente que constantemente compet\u00eda por su atenci\u00f3n. Mi abuelastra cuid\u00f3 muy bien a mi abuelo, especialmente en sus \u00faltimos d\u00edas.<\/p>\n

No tuve una relaci\u00f3n cercana con ella hasta muchos a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s de la muerte de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 en Francia. Unos a\u00f1os antes de que ella misma muriera, vino a But\u00e1n y aprovech\u00e9 la oportunidad para invitarla a mi casa de Paro, y ella acept\u00f3 amablemente. Durante ese almuerzo, me dio sus gafas de sol oscuras, apropiadas para una se\u00f1ora mayor muy elegante.<\/p>\n

Espero ser astuto y tener el ingenio para que con solo ver un viejo Land Rover Defender o gafas de cristal o gafas de sol de mujer, se conviertan en un veh\u00edculo para recordar al gur\u00fa y, por lo tanto, al dharma y, por tanto, a mi propia mente.
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Para m\u00ed, mi abuelo Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoch\u00e9 m\u00e1s que guapo era un hombre espl\u00e9ndido. Hasta el \u00faltimo d\u00eda de su vida sigui\u00f3 siendo una de las personas m\u00e1s elegantes y bien cuidadas que jam\u00e1s haya visto. Pon\u00eda tanto esmero en recogerse el pelo hacia atr\u00e1s. Sus camisas estaban planchadas. La combinaci\u00f3n de colores de sus […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":893,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"In my view, my grandfather Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche was more of a beautiful<\/em> man than a handsome one. Until the end of his life he remained one of the most elegant and well-groomed people I have seen. So much care was given to tying his hair back. His shirts were pressed. The color combinations of his outfits were impeccable. I\u2019ve heard many accounts of his charms being quite attractive to women. His rooms were immaculately clean. He had asthma and, while I may be biased, I must say that even his wheezing had an elegance to it. The way he held a page, the way he rotated a vajra, the way he beat a damaru was mesmerizing.\n\n\"\"\n\nHis defining ornament was the pair of tinted eyeglasses made of crystal that he always wore. I heard him telling people, including myself, that they should wear crystal glasses. That it was really good. In fact, Trulshik Rinpoche followed his advice and I remember him wearing crystal spectacles for his whole life. Dudjom Rinpoche had his specially cut in Hong Kong and recommended that other lamas do so as well. So not long ago when I went to Hong Kong I asked the same people to make some for me. But crystal glasses are so heavy and I just didn\u2019t have the discipline to wear them.\n\n\"\"\n\nI have never been a car person but, having said that, when I see a Land Rover Defender I become so nostalgic for a time when I was about six, traveling from India to Bhutan with Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche. Seeing one always stirs up strong memories and in my mind\u2019s nose there is even a unique smell. Apparently, the queen of England also has a fondness for them. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche made this journey at the invitation of my other grandfather, Lama Sonam Zangpo, and all in all it took several months. Mostly we travelled on foot, sometimes we travelled by palanquins, Dudjom Rinpoche supported by at least four people and me carried by two. And we went several lengths of the journey in a Land Rover Defender, in which I would be seated between Dudjom Rinpoche and the driver the whole way. It was a very memorable time because it was the only opportunity I had in my life to be close to my grandfather. I sometimes even dozed off with my head on his shoulder or lap.\n\n\"\"\n\nIt seemed everywhere we travelled in Bhutan, there were people lined up along the road for days just to get a glimpse of him passing through. Many still think he was Guru Padmasambhava in the flesh. Some stood with their dying family members on their backs. We stopped again and again for tea and snacks prepared by the locals. Villagers would wait in the wings and as soon as he departed, they would grab anything he left behind\u2014tea or water, bits of food\u2014and they would divide it up and savor it sometimes for years afterwards. The leftover tea would be put into a casket and used to make precious pills or put into butter for ointments for joint aches. Some of the leftover food would be dried with herbs and, when absolutely necessary, they would burn it to create smoke to ward off spirits and demons.\n\n\"\"\n\nWhile Dudjom Rinpoche was my grandfather and I always had love, respect, and admiration for him, I never related to him as a grandpa that you visit at Thanksgiving or Christmas time. I was in awe of him. I read his writings, commentaries, songs, poetry, and instructions endlessly and wholeheartedly. But looking back, I realize there were some moments of familiarity. For example, whenever Dudjom Rinpoche was alone with me, he would speak in Pemako dialect, not straight Tibetan. I realize that was his way of expressing grand-fatherliness. Also when I was born, long before His Holiness Sakya Trizen recognized me as a tulku, Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche named me Khyentse Norbu. Some have speculated that this is a clue that he also may have recognized me as a Khyentse incarnation. He was going through a period of naming everyone Norbu. He named my father Thinley Norbu, and one uncle Phende Norbu and another uncle Shenphen Norbu.\n\nMy mother was married to Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche\u2019s son but I can vouch that never once did the thought cross her mind that he was her father-in-law. It was not in her vocabulary. She saw Dudjom Rinpoche as someone beyond the mundane world, someone she praised and visualized on top of her head and in her heart. No doubt Dudjom Rinpoche was the last thing on her mind when she was dying.\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_236\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"768\"]\"\" My mother and father<\/em>[\/caption]\n\nIt was Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche who really nurtured and took care of me constantly, probably more than any of my family members. I could go to him any time, 24 hours a day. Meanwhile, despite being Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche\u2019s grandson I was not given easy access to him. In fact, getting an audience with him was made rather difficult for me and a lot of people. One time I was left really broken hearted and upset because I wasn\u2019t given an audience. Kyabje Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche advised me that since I had received so many tantric teachings and abishekas from Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche, I should never perceive him as an ordinary being, but rather as an enlightened being or Padmasambhava. And that therefore my step-grandmother who was the consort of Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche should also be looked at with pure perception. Such profound instructions not only saved me from having even a little bit of a wrong view of Dudjom Rinpoche, but as the years go by, I see and appreciate and discover Dudjom Rinpoche\u2019s depth and breadth more and more.\n\nAside from being revered as an accomplished master Dudjom Rinpoche was thought to be the descendent of one of three princes who were banished from Central Tibet. The legend is that a long time ago, the Tibetan kings would supposedly be pulled up to heaven by a rope. But there was once a king who had a dispute with one of his ministers and the minister cut the rope so that the king could not ascend. Instead, that king was killed and his three sons were exiled. Dudjom Rinpoche is said to be a descendent of one of these exiled sons.\n\n\"\"\n\nLike the Khyentses, it\u2019s important that people know that there was no high-ranking Dudjom lineage, political or secular. So if there is any Khyentse or Dudjom incarnation now or in the future claiming to be highly-ranked, they are lying. In fact in Tibetan society, where ordained monks were esteemed, there were a lot of stories of how Dudjom Rinpoche was dismissed as a micha<\/em>, which means an ordinary layperson. Nevertheless, his scholarly knowledge was so outstanding that he was recruited to put together Tibetan school textbooks. In the credits there is never a mention of him being \u201ckyabje\u201d or even a rinpoche. He was simply referred to as Pek\u00f6 Dudjom Tulku. Pek\u00f6 was short for Pemak\u00f6.\n\n\"\"\n\nHe was dismissed by certain parts of society also partly because he was always a free thinker, if not a radical. It\u2019s said that, in the 1950s, when he was conferring abishekas in Samye Monastery in Lhasa to some of the most important Nyingma masters, he would travel to and fro on a bicycle. In those days, in the eyes of a Tibetan, a lama riding a bicycle, especially one giving teachings to really important lamas, was like Pope John Paul playing roulette in a casino. But I am quite certain dismissed<\/em> is exactly how he wanted to be treated: low-profile, free from titles and all the baggage that comes from a high standing position.\n\nNever once did he raise his voice, let alone scold me. On a few occasions he would make comments about how I should dress properly because I was known to be sloppy. The closest he ever got to scolding me was when I was receiving teachings from him and somehow I raised my hands above Trulshik Rinpoche. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche said to be respectful, but in a very, very gentle manner. This gentleness was so majestic that it has stayed with me all these years.\n\nThere were a lot of disgruntled people who blamed my step-grandmother for being overprotective of him, she really controlled his appointments. I have heard that when he separated from my grandmother and decided to be with my step-grandmother, some people were unhappy, especially my father. Because of Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche\u2019s kind words, I also tried hard to also have pure perception of my step-grandmother. Looking back, I think the boundary she kept was a good thing. He needed that space because there were so many people who were constantly vying for his attention. My step-grandmother took very good care of my grandfather, especially in his final days.\n\nI didn\u2019t have a close relationship with her until many years after Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche died in France. A few years before she herself died, she came to Bhutan and I took the opportunity to invite her to my Paro house, and she graciously accepted. 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