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  • What:Sangye Menlha is the common name of Bhaisajyaguru, also known as the Master of Healing or the Buddha of healing.

  • Why:The veneration of Medicine Buddha (Sangye Menlha in Tibetan) is considered a powerful method not only for healing and increasing healing powers, but also for overcoming the inner sickness of attachment, hatred, and ignorance.

  • Benefits:It is believed that meditating on the Medicine Buddha can help decrease physical/mental illness and suffering.

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Day 2, 24/09/10 - Sangye Menlha, Glastonbury

Up for breakfast (non-vegan of course!), Iím staying at the Lynch Country House in Somerton. The breakfast room had large windows overlooking the preened, old fashioned gardens. Trees held an abundance of old English fruits, the garden could have been Frances Hodgson Burnettís Secret Garden, such was its lure.

From the high ceiling hung clowns; a grand piano with music stand stood in the corner and the walls were adorned with various photos of the Swing & Jazz musicians of the 50ís. The lovely, delicately spoken chap serving breakfast informed me that this house belonged to the Jazz musician Roy Copeland.

I headed to the centre to gain 30mins meditation practice before the days teaching. Today was full of chanting, not in the English language, not in the Tibetan or Nepali language but in the ancient language of Zhang Zung. By the dayís end my head was pounding, I felt mentally stuffed, absolutely Ďfullí to the brim.

Earlier today I had received an email from the Nepalese magazine asking for photos to support my second story. Suzy lent me her laptop and I soon discovered what itís like to be a Microsoft lost in an Apple world. The Wi-Fi signal was too weak so I headed back to the B&B where the lady generously allowed me the use their office computer. As I attached photos it was great to listen to her stories from the temples of Java.

Back in my room I put my keys down on the bedside table, the minute the keys touched down a strange sensation enveloped me. It was a moment (least I think it was only a moment) of total amnesia. I was stood stranded in the middle of the room, not knowing where I was, what I was intending to do Ė completely blank, worse still I had no idea how long this lasted.

The feeling wasnít desperately unpleasant and I canít say I was somewhere else, lost in some other thought because whatever or wherever I was I wasnít conscious of it Ė something about me being here echoes within a sense of familiarity.