Lisa Jarnot - another mad American with a big heart - writes about levitation today. Apparently Yang Chien-hou, Yang Cheng-fu's dad, when he heard of the death of his daughter was so grief stricken that he rose from the ground and hit the ceiling with his head. My teacher also told me once of an Italian monk who, whenever he heard the name Jesus, would rise gently from the ground - his friends would have to hold him down. I'm sure such things are possible, but to be so capable one's energy would have to be pretty good and so well focused: it would require a single-minded, undistracted, pure and total obsession with the work. It would have to be everything to you. No clinging vestige of self - all energy.
My teacher also once told me about some Tibetan mystics, I can't remember whether they were Buddhist or Bonpo, who would know when their death was impending and would ask a student to tie them up in a large sack, in a seated meditation posture, then to leave them and come back in a week or so. On returning only the hair, nails and teeth would remain in the sack. The living matter would have become so suffused with spirit through the years of correct meditation that it would transform into that realm on death. Strange what people get up to.
My teacher also once told me about some Tibetan mystics, I can't remember whether they were Buddhist or Bonpo, who would know when their death was impending and would ask a student to tie them up in a large sack, in a seated meditation posture, then to leave them and come back in a week or so. On returning only the hair, nails and teeth would remain in the sack. The living matter would have become so suffused with spirit through the years of correct meditation that it would transform into that realm on death. Strange what people get up to.
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