On the evening of Urgyen Sangharakshita’s funeral and burial, after the departure of most of the 1,200 guests, those who remained gathered together to perform a special, final sevenfold puja and close an extraordinary day.
Padmavajra led the devotional ritual, specifically dedicated to Padmasambhava. In this extract we hear Surata reading verses to Vajrasattva known as ‘The Confounder of Hell’, followed by a rousing version of the Great Guru of Tibet’s mantra.
Voices were uplifted and many offerings made: to say a last farewell...
I was invited to write the following little memoir as a contribution to a possible booklet to be published for Bhante’s funeral. Plans then changed, so it now seems fitting to post it on the Remembrance page for the Book of Gratitude.
Tonight, in our Buddhist centre in Ghent, we did Maitreyabandhu’s puja for Bhante in Flemish and sang mantras for him. Next to that we sat in silence and remembered our beloved teacher, did metta for him and some memories and rejoicings were shared. Also we listened to Bhante himself singing the Tiratana Vandana. May our Teacher live on through our friendships in the sangha.
i am coming to the end of a month living in christian monasteries as i wanted to write on sacredness and wanted some time on my own and i thought the conditions in monasteries very supportive. And indeed they were. In this period i read large parts of From Genesis to the Diamond Sutra and O Bhante you were so close. I am so glad to be a Buddhist, i am so glad to have come across a...
I thought I’d send you this on this so sad day. Mahamati asked me to write it for when Bhante died. I’ve sent it to Mahamati and Parami in case they want to use it on some occasion. I have re-wrtten it just now. Do use it or pass it on if you think that’s appropriate.
Who I am? I am just a little part of this process which is coming from the Buddha. … Disciple of disciple of disciple… Bhante ordained Srimala, Srimala ordained me… I am ordaining other people. I am just part of that process.
In 1968 I was born in Nagpur.
In 1978 I was ten years old and called Indu Gajbhiye. I was studying in primary school. We all were six brothers and sisters living with father and mother in a small...