{"id":2624,"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":"2021-01-19T14:28:19","modified_gmt":"2021-01-19T14:28:19","slug":"episode-sixteen-pure-perception-and-the-destroyer-of-demons","status":"publish","type":"project","link":"https:\/\/mugwortborn.com\/pt-br\/project\/episode-sixteen-pure-perception-and-the-destroyer-of-demons\/","title":{"rendered":"EPIS\u00d3DIO DEZESSEIS: Percep\u00e7\u00e3o Pura e o Destruidor de Dem\u00f4nios"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Na minha opini\u00e3o, meu av\u00f4 Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche era mais um homem belo do que bem-apessoado. At\u00e9 o fim da vida ele continuara sendo uma das pessoas mais elegantes e bem cuidadas que j\u00e1 vi. Seu cabelo era preso para tr\u00e1s com o maior cuidado. Suas camisas sempre passadas. A combina\u00e7\u00e3o de cores de seus trajes sempre impec\u00e1vel. Ouvi muitos relatos de como seus encantos exerciam grande atra\u00e7\u00e3o sobre as mulheres. Os quartos ocupados por ele estavam sempre imaculadamente limpos. Ele tinha asma e, embora eu seja suspeito para afirmar, devo dizer que at\u00e9 mesmo o chiado de sua asma tinha uma certa eleg\u00e2ncia. A forma como ele erguia uma p\u00e1gina de texto, como girava o vajra, a maneira como tocava o damaru, tudo era hipnotizante.<\/p>\n

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Seu adorno caracter\u00edstico era o par de \u00f3culos escuros feitos de cristal que ele sempre ostentava. Eu o ouvi dizer a v\u00e1rias pessoas, a mim inclusive, que todos deveriam usar \u00f3culos de cristal. Que fazia muito bem. Na realidade, Trulshik Rinpoche seguiu esse conselho; recordo-me de ele ter usado \u00f3culos de cristal por toda a vida. Dudjom Rinpoche os mandava fazer especialmente para si em Hong Kong e recomendava que outros lamas tamb\u00e9m o fizessem. Ent\u00e3o, h\u00e1 pouco tempo, quando estive em Hong Kong, solicitei aos mesmos artes\u00e3os que me fizessem um tamb\u00e9m. No entanto, os \u00f3culos de cristal s\u00e3o bastante pesados e eu simplesmente n\u00e3o tive a disciplina necess\u00e1ria para us\u00e1-los.<\/p>\n

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Nunca fui muito f\u00e3 de carros mas, dito isso, sempre que vejo um Land Rover Defender sinto saudades dos tempos em que tinha uns seis anos e viajei da \u00cdndia at\u00e9 o But\u00e3o com Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche. A simples vis\u00e3o de um Land Rover infalivelmente me incita intensas mem\u00f3rias e no meu olfato mental sinto at\u00e9 um cheiro especial. Aparentemente, a rainha da Inglaterra tamb\u00e9m tem um apre\u00e7o especial por eles. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche fizera essa viagem a convite de meu outro av\u00f4, Lama Sonam Zangpo, e a viagem toda em seus v\u00e1rios est\u00e1gios levara muitos meses. Viaj\u00e1vamos quase sempre \u00e0 p\u00e9 e \u00e0s vezes em liteiras, Dudjom Rinpoche sempre era carregado por ao menos quatro pessoas e eu por duas. E v\u00e1rios trechos dessa viagem fizemos a bordo de um Land Rover Defender, no qual eu costumava sentar entre Dudjom Rinpoche e o motorista o caminho todo. Foi um momento verdadeiramente memor\u00e1vel pra mim, por ter sido a \u00fanica oportunidade que tive em toda a vida de estar pr\u00f3ximo de meu av\u00f4. Eu \u00e0s vezes at\u00e9 cochilava com a cabe\u00e7a apoiada no seu ombro ou no seu colo.<\/p>\n

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Onde quer que estiv\u00e9ssemos no But\u00e3o havia pessoas que tinham esperado por dias enfileiradas na beira da estrada s\u00f3 para ter um vislumbre de Rinpoche passando de carro. Muitos ainda o consideram como tendo sido Guru Padmasambhava encarnado. Havia pessoas com seus familiares moribundos \u00e0s costas. Par\u00e1vamos frequentemente para tomar ch\u00e1 e fazer lanches oferecidos pelas pessoas da regi\u00e3o onde estiv\u00e9ssemos. Os alde\u00f5es ficavam aguardando nos arredores e assim que ele partisse, se apossavam do que quer que ele tivesse deixado para tr\u00e1s \u2013 ch\u00e1, \u00e1gua, restos de comida \u2013 eles dividiam tudo em por\u00e7\u00f5es e se deliciavam com aquilo \u00e0s vezes por anos a fio. Restos de ch\u00e1 eram guardados em urnas e usados na confec\u00e7\u00e3o de p\u00edlulas preciosas ou conservados em manteiga como unguentos contra dores e reumatismos. Os restos de comida seriam desidratados e conservados com ervas e, caso absolutamente necess\u00e1rio, eram queimados para fazer fuma\u00e7a e afastar esp\u00edritos e dem\u00f4nios..<\/p>\n

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Embora Dudjom Rinpoche fosse meu av\u00f4 e eu sempre tenha sentido amor, respeito e admira\u00e7\u00e3o por ele, jamais me relacionei com ele como um av\u00f4 que se visita no Dia de A\u00e7\u00e3o de Gra\u00e7as ou no Natal. O que eu sentia por ele era rever\u00eancia. Leio seus escritos, coment\u00e1rios, can\u00e7\u00f5es, poesias e instru\u00e7\u00f5es infindavelmente e incondicionalmente. No entanto, em retrospecto, me dou conta de que tivemos nossos momentos de familiaridade. Por exemplo, sempre que Dudjom Rinpoche estivesse sozinho comigo ele falava no dialeto de Pemak\u00f6, nunca em tibetano puro. Percebo que essa era a forma de ele de expressar sua condi\u00e7\u00e3o de meu av\u00f4. Adicionalmente, quando nasci, muito antes de Sua Santidade Sakya Trizen ter me reconhecido como tulku, Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche me dera o nome Khyentse Norbu. H\u00e1 quem especule que isso fora uma pista de que ele tamb\u00e9m teria me reconhecido como uma encarna\u00e7\u00e3o Khyentse. Foi a fase em que ele nomeara a todos “Norbu”. Ele nomeara meu pai Thinley Norbu, um de meus tios Phende Norbu e outro tio Shenphen Norbu.<\/p>\n

Minha m\u00e3e se casara com o filho de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche, mas posso garantir que o pensamento de que ele fosse seu sogro jamais lhe cruzou a mente por um instante sequer. No seu vocabul\u00e1rio a palavra \u201csogro\u201d n\u00e3o se aplicava a Dudjom Rinpoche. Ela enxergava Dudjom Rinpoche como algu\u00e9m al\u00e9m do mundo ordin\u00e1rio, algu\u00e9m a ser louvado e visualizado sobre a coroa de sua cabe\u00e7a e em seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o. N\u00e3o h\u00e1 d\u00favida de que em seu derradeiro suspiro seu pensamento estava em Dudjom Rinpoche.<\/p>\n

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Minha m\u00e3e e meu pai<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche fora quem de fato me nutrira e cuidara de mim constantemente, provavelmente mais do que qualquer um de meus familiares. Ele estivera sempre dispon\u00edvel para mim, 24 horas por dia. Entretanto, apesar de ser neto de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche, eu nunca tive acesso f\u00e1cil a ele. Na realidade, conseguir uma audi\u00eancia era algo dific\u00edlimo para mim e para a maioria das pessoas. Certa vez eu ficara realmente com o cora\u00e7\u00e3o partido e muito aborrecido por n\u00e3o terem me concedido uma audi\u00eancia. Kyabje Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche me advertiu de que como eu havia recebido tantos ensinamentos t\u00e2ntricos e abishekas de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche jamais deveria enxerg\u00e1-lo como um ser comum, mas sim como um ser iluminado ou como Padmasambhava. Da mesma forma, minha av\u00f3 emprestada, a consorte de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche, tamb\u00e9m deveria ser enxergada com percep\u00e7\u00e3o pura. Instru\u00e7\u00f5es dessa profundidade me permitiram n\u00e3o apenas evitar mesmo a mais leve vis\u00e3o err\u00f4nea de Dudjom Rinpoche mas, conforme se passam os anos, me vejo percebendo, descobrindo e apreciando mais e mais a profundidade e a amplitude de Dudjom Rinpoche.<\/p>\n

Al\u00e9m de ser reverenciado como um mestre realizado, Dudjom Rinpoche era considerado um descendente de um dos tr\u00eas pr\u00edncipes que foram banidos do Tibete Central. Conta a lenda que h\u00e1 muito tempo os reis tibetanos supostamente eram i\u00e7ados ao c\u00e9u por uma corda. No entanto, houve um rei que, devido a um conflito com um de seus ministros, tivera essa corda cortada pelo tal ministro, de forma que n\u00e3o tivera mais como ascender ao c\u00e9u. Em vez disso, o rei fora assassinado e seus tr\u00eas filhos exilados. Acredita-se que Dudjom Rinpoche seja descendente de um desses filhos exilados.<\/p>\n

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Como no caso dos Khyentses, \u00e9 importante que as pessoas saibam que n\u00e3o havia nenhuma linhagem Dudjom que fosse de alto escal\u00e3o, nem pol\u00edtica nem secularmente falando. Ent\u00e3o, havendo alguma encarna\u00e7\u00e3o de um Dudjom ou Khyentse, agora ou no futuro, que alegue alguma superioridade hier\u00e1rquica, estar\u00e1 mentindo. Na realidade, na sociedade tibetana, que tinha grande apre\u00e7o pelos monges com ordena\u00e7\u00e3o, havia muitas hist\u00f3rias de como Dudjom Rinpoche fora menosprezado como sendo um micha, que significa pessoa laica, comum. A despeito disso, sua erudi\u00e7\u00e3o era t\u00e3o excepcional que ele fora recrutado para conceber os livros-texto escolares tibetanos. Nos cr\u00e9ditos, n\u00e3o h\u00e1 qualquer men\u00e7\u00e3o a ele como “kyabje” ou mesmo rinpoche. Referem-se a ele apenas como Pek\u00f6 Dudjom Tulku. Pek\u00f6 era uma abrevia\u00e7\u00e3o de Pemak\u00f6..<\/p>\n

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Ele tamb\u00e9m fora menosprezado em determinadas esferas da sociedade por ter sempre sido um livre-pensador, se n\u00e3o francamente radical. Diz-se que, nos anos 50, ao conceder abishekas no Mosteiro de Samye, em Lhasa, a alguns dos mais importantes mestres Nyingma, ele andava pra cima e pra baixo de bicicleta. Naquela \u00e9poca, aos olhos de um tibetano, ver um lama andando de bicicleta, especialmente enquanto estivesse concedendo ensinamentos a outros lamas extremamente influentes, era como ver o Papa Jo\u00e3o Paulo II apostando na roleta de um cassino. No entanto, tenho certeza de que menos-prezado era exatamente o que ele desejara ser: sempre discreto, isento de t\u00edtulos e de toda a bagagem que acompanha qualquer posi\u00e7\u00e3o de alto escal\u00e3o.<\/p>\n

Jamais o ouvi levantar a voz, muito menos me repreender. Em umas poucas ocasi\u00f5es ele fez coment\u00e1rios a respeito de como eu deveria me vestir apropriadamente, j\u00e1 que eu tinha a fama de ser desleixado. O mais perto que ele jamais chegou de me repreender foi em uma oportunidade em que eu estava recebendo ensinamentos dele e inadvertidamente levantei minhas m\u00e3os acima de Trulshik Rinpoche. Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche me disse para ser respeitoso, mas de uma forma muito, muito suave. Sua suavidade era t\u00e3o majestosa que me acompanha at\u00e9 hoje.<\/p>\n

Muitos ficaram insatisfeitos e culparam minha av\u00f3 emprestada como tendo sido superprotetora, j\u00e1 que ela de fato tomara pra si a tarefa de controlar a agenda dele. Ouvi dizer que quando se separara de minha av\u00f3 e decidira viver com minha av\u00f3 emprestada, houve quem ficasse descontente, especialmente meu pai. Devido \u00e0s bondosas palavras de Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, me esmerei bastante em tamb\u00e9m manter a percep\u00e7\u00e3o pura de minha av\u00f3 emprestada. Em retrospecto, creio que ela ter imposto certos limites tenha sido uma decis\u00e3o acertada. Ele precisava daquele espa\u00e7o, j\u00e1 que sempre havia tantas pessoas competindo por sua aten\u00e7\u00e3o. Minha av\u00f3 emprestada cuidou muito bem de meu av\u00f4, particularmente em seus \u00faltimos dias..<\/p>\n

N\u00e3o tive uma rela\u00e7\u00e3o pr\u00f3xima com ela at\u00e9 muitos anos depois do falecimento de Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche na Fran\u00e7a. Alguns anos antes de morrer ela veio ao But\u00e3o e aproveitei a oportunidade para convid\u00e1-la at\u00e9 minha casa em Paro, convite que ela gentilmente aceitou. Durante esse almo\u00e7o, ela me deu seus \u00f3culos escuros, apropriados para uma senhora de idade muito elegante.<\/p>\n

Espero ter a sagacidade e a perspic\u00e1cia de conseguir usar a vis\u00e3o de um velho Defender, de um par de \u00f3culos de cristal ou de \u00f3culos de sol femininos como ve\u00edculos que me recordem do Guru, portanto do Darma, portanto de minha pr\u00f3pria mente.
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Na minha opini\u00e3o, meu av\u00f4 Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche era mais um homem belo do que bem-apessoado. At\u00e9 o fim da vida ele continuara sendo uma das pessoas mais elegantes e bem cuidadas que j\u00e1 vi. Seu cabelo era preso para tr\u00e1s com o maior cuidado. Suas camisas sempre passadas. A combina\u00e7\u00e3o de cores de seus […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2625,"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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