Monk for Hire

Meet My Friend, Monk Jamyang Tempa
I met this beautiful young monk above holding the snowball a few months ago on Facebook. Yes, the world is changing. His name is Jamyang Tempa. 

I learned about such monks in Bhutan, while hiking through the Himalayas. Monks spend one year alone in isolation to master their minds. I went in and out of these caves and temples throughout Bhutan searching for God. One such cave was the Tanksang Monastery in Paro, Bhutan, known as the  Tiger's Nest. The Majestic Tiger's Nest sat on the edge of a cliff, hanging from the precipice. I'm a big fan of the Dharma discipline. My aim is to learn to control my own mind-- I hope without being alone in a cave for a year.  :)
I asked Monk Jamyang to pray for my son, Mike, as a favor for me. My son is transitioning into a new career and being his mother, I did what only a mother would do-- I hired a monk to pray for him. :) 

Jamyang prays for my son every day, and now my son's life looks even brighter!

Jamyang is holding my son in his etheric brain field, according to Dr. David R. Hawkins, MD. PhD, these higher fields of consciousness "unconditional love" have a great influence on healing.
My memoir, From Hollywood to God, is coming to Amazon in November 2012.  My book will touch on what the Mysterious of the Ages meant by "Self-Realized." I left my career, sold my home and went around the world to sit in holy sites-- said to raise our level of consciousness. At the end of my eight year sabbatical I finally had my first glimpse of what the monks and Jesus were really talking about--Nirvana.

While finishing my book I asked Jamyang to send me his life story. He did and it's beautiful, powerful and loving. But, before I share it with you-- I wanted to tell you about the Synchronicity that occurred while I was communicating with Jamyang.

Monks take a vow of poverty and give up all desires. But they live off donations. I asked if I could make a donation of 100 dollar to Jamyang and his Monastery. I went to Public's grocery store, where they have a money wire service. I wired the money to India in Jamyang's name. While at Publics I text Jamyang telling him he could pick up the money. My lucky number in life has always been the number four. I looked at my text message to confirm it was sent and noticed the time 4:44!  This was an omen for me, that this was a good idea. :)
Below are my prayer certificates sent to me from Jamyang.

They are called: Offering Incharge: Dzongsar Institute. Jamyang Tempa mailed them to me in Jacksonville, Florida from his temple in Mandi, India. The prayer certificates were a beautiful touch. 
I love them! From:  Dzongsar Khyentse Chokyilodro Institute. (For Advance Studies of Buddhist Philosophy & Research)  in Mandi H.P. India. 

Hi my dear friend Kelly! (sic)                                                                      
First of all, I would like to say so many thanks for your kind heartiness. 
Today, I am telling you my poor story as much as I can express through my broken English language. 
I was born in a very small village east of Tibet. But I do not know the exact time or date of my birth, because it was not the tradition to be born in a hospital. When a baby was born the parents never thought  the date of  birth was necessary. Our colony is situated on a hillside not far from the city.
We villagers rarely went into the city, because there was nothing for us to do there. Our village had a very poor school lacking in the resources, bbecause we were under the Chinese government's very strict rule. No one could dare to break the unacceptably low standards. But fortunately our  people had very kind minds and good manners towards each other. 

In my family, when I was kid my dear father left us and went to with my mother's younger sister. He never returned to us. After he was gone, our family struggled, there was my dear mother and brother and I. During that time my brother and I were very young so, my mother had to look after us even though she was suffering from the divorce and was busy working things out for our survival. She worked hard to feed my brother and I. Then one day my dear brother left my mom and me. He left with his girlfriend to Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. My mom and I were left in my poor home. Every night, we recited the TARA Puja and accumulated Mantra for meeting again my brother. 

After almost five year, we met my brother again in Lhasa, after not having had any contact with him we finally saw him. In Lhasa, I did not get chance to study even though I was eligible, because my family could not spend  money on my school fee. They did not even have enough money for clothes or food, because they did not have a good job. 

One day, they heard an idea from my brother's old friend. The Idea was to send me to India, because at that time we Tibetan people had heard that India was just like heaven in reality. We had heard that everything was free and nothing had a cost so, I accepted their request.

Anyway eventually I crossed over the Himalaya Mountain with a group. In our group, there were 27 travelers including me at first day of journey. But two days later, three people could not walk continuously, that’s when they had to go back.  I was third smallest one in our group. We were not allowed to journey in daytime because every place was filled with Chinese Armies. But we managed to walk from 10 to 4 in very deep darkness in nighttime. Oh yeah there was strict discipline too to us .The rule was nobody could light a torch to see by, even though it was complicated to find the road clearly. At nightfall we had to creep because our path was along a steep hillside edge on a sharp cliff.   During the journey my right foot slipped inside an ice cracked; fortunately my left foot was still outside. In fact, it’s easy to die when it happens. Many Tibetan used to fall and die this way. It took almost one month to arrive in Kathmandu in Nepal. While on our way to Nepal, my stomach was not full, not even for one moment.  I used to cry every night because I missed my mom and brother. I was forced to keep moving, continuously, even falling asleep as I walked, while starving. There were nights I had to go and found myself sleep walking. Luckily we reached Nepal after long difficult journey. Two of the travelers in our group had froze bit from the snow. They had to cut part of their feet off, because of it was useless. 

When we got at Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, our guide disappeared from our eyes. Actually he is not allowed to take us from Tibet to Nepal so, if Nepalese police could catch him then he could be sentenced for lifetime.  I think therefore he ran away. At around 2 p .m. we were arrested by Nepalese police and they took all our belongings and put us in jail for one night without even a little meal. 

Next day, a Tibetan exile government's receptionist came and took us to their office. They took photos of each of us one by one with interview. After two days later, we were sent to India by a bus. At Delhi, in India there is an office of exile Tibetan government. They arranged and guided us on where they wanted us to go. But at that time the only idea I had in my mind was to join in a monastery because my dear mom and brother had advised me of this before I left Tibet. Likewise I did. The monastery is located at Dehra dun, Uttarkhand. In the monastery there were about three hundred monks. They came from different places such as Ladak and Spiti and Nepal and Tibet and Mustang and so forth. During the life in that monastery, I had lots and lots suffering from many separate direction and problems. At one point I was beaten by other older monks and at times not enough money to buy food, I had a  hungry ghost stomach and had home sickness. I remember the hot weather.   

I lost contact with my family for 13 years since I left to our land. I never heard if  they were alive or dead. Because that time there were no phones, or computers. It was very rare people for these in my village. Anyway in that monastery, I started to learn how to read and write. I made a mandala and a white couch and so forth. 

Five years later, I admitted to Dzongsar Institute and studied Buddhist philosophy and graduated and received first position of Acharya Degree. After graduation I was sent by our Institute management community to Upper mustang to teach Tibetan grammar and Buddhist philosophy so that I stayed in Upper mustang for half year and in Pokhra for all most one year.  

Some years ago, I began learning English language and teaching Buddhist teaching here in same Institute, Himachal in India. Last year, I got permission from Chinese Embassy at Delhi so; I went to Tibet to see again my families faces after almost 18 years later. 
The End my poor story.

Here is the letter Jamyang Tempa sent me from India, with the prayer certificates for my son.
I am sharing this story with you for many reasons. I believe in prayer, and I believe we are here on earth for one another. I am here for Jamyang, and he is here for me. We are here to help each other.
Something Magical Happens when we pray or send thoughts out to each other. It is not that we are separate from God but rather we are within the arms of God, as the essence. But our brains create an illusion of a separate self.  We are human, fragile and needing love; this is why I wrote this blog. If you need prayers contact Jamyang. Remember to donate for his time--they live off us needing them, and we do need them. 

In Dr. David R. Hawkins book, Power vs. Force, he scientifically substantiates that the most Enlightenedthis small 15 percent of the world's population, counter balances the negativity of the remaining 85 percent of the world's people. 

Thank you Master Monk Jamyang! 
To find Master Jamyang Tempa go to Facebook and add: E-wam Dargay

I had no solid evidence of an "unseen reality." Investigating lead me to The World Sound Healing Conference in San Francisco to hear a lecture on The Quantum Harmonic Oscillator. The room went dark and three pyramids projected on a large screen.

"You can hear the sound of "nature" between the Pyramids of Giza," Dr. Susan Yale said, pausing, "it's a perfect F Sharp." No one moved. She spoke slowly, "If you knew there was a place in the world where you could hear God, would you go?" I always wanted to swim in the Nile. From my memoir, "From Hollywood to God" on Amazon and Kindle books. 
Giza, Egypt
Hiking through Bhutan

Tiger's Temple, Thailand
River Kwai, Thailand

Tiger's Nest Bhutan

Click link— "From Hollywood to God"  to read my memoir.
The Kingdom of Bhutan

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