Dear Bhante and friends. You put the words of the Buddha in my mouth. The Mantra of Padmasambhava became my keeper. Your presence felt like some new form of electricity - power - being. I met you when I was 15, - you sat on an old battered armchair in Bath Street in Glasgow. In those days - 1973 - your taped lectures were listened to and discussed all the time. How technology has grown.
My love, respect and reverence for you has grown too, through difficult times between us. I give my life to you, to your lineage and am bounteously full of gratitude! Go well, my teacher, my Bhante! Sadhu! Sadhu! Sadhu!