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.
Day 4, 26/09/10 - Sangye Menlha, Glastonbury
Cooked English breakfast this morning in anticipation of a full days practice; the time seems to be flying.
During lunch Bronia and myself walked up to the Compton Dundon Church. The view from the graveyard was outstanding, in front of the Church stood a huge Yew tree. Never have I seen the trunk of one so big; on the inner Church wall hung a document declaring the tree to be 1,700yrs old. Layer upon layer, with such a massive circumference this old Yew had undoubtedly seen many a sight and could undoubtedly tell many a tale.
In this afternoons practice we were split into groups of four/five; this time the healing was to be transmitted via the heart chakra. Once again the atmosphere was intense, a bolt of neon blue electric flashed from my chest area, like a horizontal bolt of lightning I was trying to latch it onto Karen & Suzy but instead, like a magnet it kept being pulled up to the ceiling. Like a cowboy controlling a lasso I fought to bring it down and under some sort of control.
My temperature was rising; the chanting transformed into a continuous hum, getting faster and faster, more intense. It was like a scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Dome, at any moment I expected someone to rise from the floor and tear my heart out from my chest.
A wave of nausea enveloped me, the energy was rising, making my entire circulatory system tingle, my temperature fluctuated from intense heat to an icy chill. It was like I was being physically held from behind, tightly bear hugged around my upper arms. Then ferocious laughter erupted somewhere in the present, I stayed focussed, I couldn’t emotionally or physically detach from what was happening to me, I felt a strong presence behind me; an embrace?
An electric sensation, a bolt flew up my back, it felt like rushing water only not wet, liquid in its fluidity and movement. Starting at the base of my spine it felt as if the whole height of my body was being filled up. I grew hotter and hotter, all the while unable to regain any control over the electric bolt from my chest. The chanting slowed Rinpoche brought our awareness back to the room, a sense of shame resonated within, the nausea made it difficult to swallow.
When the practice was over and the prostrations began I felt a surge of sick rise to my throat. The experience had completely destabilised me. The intensity of emotion, both physical and psychological had been immense; oppressive the minute the chanting turned from a steady melody of words to a fast and loud, mosquito hum.
After dinner Suzy showed us footage from the Shaman ceremony we shared in Nepal, it was a good excuse to focus on something other than what I had just experienced in todays practice. My stomach felt unsettled, not helped by the frijoles that were tonight’s vegan offering. My stomach grew bigger and bigger, painful with the expansion of trapped wind.