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My Personal Journey into Bliss

My journey began in the holy city of Bodhgaya, in India. Several years ago, in February 1997, I had the great good fortune to meet one of the most amazing beings of our time, someone whom I unexpectedly recognized. This strange sensation of déjà vu hit me at the moment when his palms pressed against the sides of my head as I bowed instinctively and presented him with the symbolic offering of a silk scarf. This gesture and ritual are very much a part of the Tibetan Buddhist tradition each time one meets a recognized high lama (guru).

The sensation of “remembering” happened at some uncanny, experiential level. One moment I was curiously anticipating meeting a holy man, and the next this almost blissful sense of recognition came over me. I felt drawn to him as if he were someone I had known and loved for a very long time. The feeling was momentary – like a television channel flickering for an instant – before switching back to the mundane world where I was being introduced to Lama Kyabje Zopa Rinpoche.

In this life, that was our first meeting. He was smiling in no special way; he did not pick me out for special attention. I was one in a long line of people waiting to offer a kata, the traditional silk scarf. But as Rinpoche’s disciples and followers knelt and prostrated all around me in reverence to him, I recall thinking, “What took him so long to find me?”