Sacred Ladakh-Kashmir Tour: Where Adventure Meets Awakening

Every few years, I lead a journey for those who crave something beyond bucket lists and photo ops, for those ready to connect with ancient energies, breathe in the crisp mountain air, and feel their inner world shift.

In 2018, I co-hosted a Sacred Ladakh-Kashmir Tour that left us all transformed. If you’ve ever felt the pull to meditate in a centuries-old cave or sit in silence before a towering Buddha carved from a cliffside, I’m here to tell you, it’s worth every high-altitude mile.

Ladakh Travel Diary: September 2018

Let me take you back to our 2018 tour, a two-week odyssey with a group of 16 extraordinary souls from nine different countries. What started as a journey became a family. Here’s a glimpse into what made it unforgettable.

Day One, 2nd September 2018

In September 2018, I was on a Sacred Ladakh Tour organized by my friend Rahi Adventure. For those unfamiliar with Ladakh, it sits high up in the Himalaya Mountains in India, near the border with Tibet.

It was the first day of our tour. We were 16 people from nine different countries. We set out from Dharamsala in two large vans designed for mountain roads. Our goal for the day was to reach Rewalsar Lake, which has a nearby cave where the great Tantra Master Padma Sambhava meditated for 12 years during the 8th century before continuing his journey to Tibet.

We stopped for an abundant lunch at the Colonel’s Resort near Bir in the Kangra Valley, a place with an exquisitely beautiful garden. We were fortunate to have a wonderful vegetarian/vegan chef, Arnava, with us, ensuring that all our dietary needs were met. He collaborated with the chefs at the guesthouses and hotels where we stayed, teaching them how to create gourmet vegan cuisine.

Along the way, we visited a Tibetan temple and academy that resembled a golden palace. We meditated in the enormous hall in front of a giant Golden Buddha before continuing our journey.

A Six Hour Drive up into the Mountains

The road from Dharamsala to Rewalsar wound its way higher and higher into the mountains until we finally reached a lush, green valley that felt like stepping out of time. Due to the rainy season, there had been many landslides along the way, forcing us to travel slowly. About halfway through the six-hour drive, one of our vans got a flat tire. Fortunately, the drivers were experts at handling these situations, and we were back on the road shortly after.

Miraculously, no one experienced car sickness despite the endless twists and turns, likely thanks to Arnava, who had thoughtfully prepared fresh ginger juice for us to add to our water bottles and sip regularly.

We arrived at Rewalsar just as the sun was setting over the serene lake, dominated by an enormous golden statue of Padma Sambhava.

The Legend of Padma Sambhava

The following day, we were scheduled to meditate in the Padma Sambhava cave. I had visited it once before and was profoundly moved by the immense spiritual power that filled the space.

According to legend, Padma Sambhava lived in this cave with his consort, Princess Mandarova, the daughter of a king. When the king discovered that his daughter was practicing Tantra with Padma Sambhava, he was enraged and attempted to kill him with fire. However, Padma Sambhava emerged unscathed from the flames. Awestruck, the king bowed down and offered him both his kingdom and his daughter’s hand in marriage. Padma Sambhava declined the kingdom, and he and Mandarova left India for Tibet.

Padma Sambhava’s influence in Tibet and Bhutan was immense, so much so that he is revered as the "Second Buddha" in Tibetan culture.

Day Two, 3rd September 2018

We woke up to mysterious mists swirling through the mountain valley of Rewalsar. The enormous golden statue of Padma Sambhava, seated in meditation, stood proudly above the lake at the center of the village.

A Hidden Valley

We ate an early breakfast and climbed into the sturdy mountain vehicles that took us up a narrow, broken road for half an hour until we reached a hidden valley in the cold desert of Ladakh. Surrounded by mountains, the valley was a vision of paradise. A serene lake was encircled by abundant green foliage, and a few humble guesthouses dotted the landscape. As we continued, we saw the lush green mount covered in Tibetan flags, marking the location of the cave where Padma Sambhava once lived with his consort.

This sacred place was cared for by a community of Tibetan Buddhist nuns. They welcomed us barefoot into the cave and, with a small donation, honored our request for the group to remain undisturbed for one hour.

A Group Meditation in Padma Sambhava’s Cave

I carefully placed a large Tachyon Sunspot at the feet of Padma Sambhava's statue to magnify the already potent spiritual energy of the cave. Once everyone had gathered, I gave a brief discourse on Padma Sambhava’s life and explained the meditation we would be practicing. Each person chose a partner, and we began the one-hour Satyam Shivam Sundaram meditation.

In this Tantric partner meditation, we wove together the qualities of Godliness (the divine masculine) and Beauty (the divine feminine). Through this sacred meeting, we experienced the ultimate truth. The music that accompanied the practice inspired the group to completely surrender into the experience, tasting the nectar of Tantra.

After the meditation, we visited another sacred cave and then a third cave, which housed the footprint of Padma Sambhava. As I stood before the imprint, I felt Padma Sambhava’s voice resonating through the centuries: “My footprint on this earth is ephemeral, but I am eternal.”

The Tantric Rainbow Body

I had read about Padma Sambhava’s life, and it was said that he and his consort attained the rainbow body together and, through this, ascended to another dimension of immortals, from where they continued their work. Perhaps this was why their spiritual energy felt so palpable, as if they were close by.

According to Wikipedia: “Exceptional practitioners are held to realize a higher type of rainbow body without dying. Having completed the four visions before death, the individual focuses on the lights that surround the fingers. His or her physical body self-liberates into a nonmaterial body of light called a Sambhogakaya, with the ability to exist and abide wherever and whenever as pointed by one’s compassion.”

Drunk on the Divine

Many people in our group were completely drunk on the divine as we journeyed back down the mountain, where a delicious vegan lunch awaited us.

After resting, we took a peaceful walk around the lake and visited the stunning Padma Sambhava temple, followed by a Shiva temple. I felt full and overflowing with gratitude for the immense gift of being in such a sacred place, where life centered around meditation.

Day Three, 4th September 2018

That morning, after a delicious breakfast of fresh fruit and gluten-free crepes made from chickpea flour, we set off on our first adventure, a visit to the Ardanareshvara Temple in Mandi. This cultural heritage site was carefully maintained and protected. Tucked away down a narrow side street in the city, even Google Maps struggled to locate it. We resorted to the old-fashioned method of asking locals for directions.

Mandi was built in the 12th century at the confluence of two rivers. According to legend, the city was founded after Shiva appeared to the local ruler in a vision and asked him to create a Shivalingam at that spot. A grand temple dedicated to Shiva was constructed, and the city grew around it.

Meditating in the Ardanareshvara Temple

hen we arrived, the living presence of the Ardanareshvara temple deeply moved our group. We sat in meditation in the vestibule and immersed ourselves in the essence of Lord Shiva united with his beloved Parvati. The meaning of Ardanareshvara was profound, it depicted the divine as half man, half woman, symbolizing the inner union that occurs when the right and left sides of the brain harmonize, activating the connective pathways of the corpus callosum.

In Tantra, the meeting of the external masculine and feminine is a gateway to inner union, which leads to a state of oneness and enlightened consciousness. Sitting in that sacred space, absorbing its unique energy, felt like a blessing. I was immediately drawn into a state of oneness and could sense the deity's living presence beyond time and space.

After 20 minutes of timeless absorption, it was time to move on, we had a long journey ahead on rough mountain roads.

The Scenic Yet Challenging Road

We passed through some of the most breathtaking terrain imaginable, tall green mountains, with spectacular waterfalls cascading into a rushing river below. However, this dreamscape was marred by an overabundance of massive trucks and buses clogging the narrow roads. We crawled along for hours, stuck in an unrelenting traffic jam, with thick fumes from all sides clouding the fresh mountain air.

The Span Resort in Manali where Osho Stayed

After 4 ½ hours of travel, we finally reached Kulu and arrived at the Span Resort, where Osho stayed in late 1985 and early 1986 after his time in the USA. This stunning 5-star resort sits on the edge of a magnificent river. Some of the hotel staff still remembered Osho and spoke about him fondly. They served us a gourmet vegan lunch presented as a generous buffet. After being pampered in this way, we took a tour of the gardens and were fortunate to be given permission to visit the room where Osho stayed.

While at the Span Resort, Osho delivered four series of discourses, which were later published in book form:

• The Last Testament (Volumes 4 and 5)
• Phir Amrit Ki Bund Padi (Part 1)
• Light on the Path (Parts 1—7)

Some of us sat on the bench by the river where Osho used to sit, while others lingered on the terrace where he gave his discourses to a small group of disciples. I made it a point to sit in all three spots, the bench, the terrace, and the room where he slept. Each place carried his unmistakable fragrance, as though a part of him remained at the resort. We could still sense his enlightened presence there.

Our tour guide and organizer, Rahi, informed us that Osho had hoped to establish his commune at the Span Resort and that steps were being taken to purchase it. However, the plans fell through due to opposition from government officials who did not want Osho and his thousands of disciples to settle in the region.

The resort itself was stunning, with expansive parklands and small cottages scattered throughout the beautifully maintained gardens. The ever-present sound of the river added to the serene ambiance of the place.

Banon Resort, Manali

We returned to the road and eventually arrived at the Banon Resort in Manali, near the old town. One of the resort's owners had been my student of Tantra, and we were warmly welcomed and given very comfortable rooms. My room overlooked a vast garden—an ideal place to unwind and rest deeply before the next leg of our journey.

We spent some time doing last-minute shopping in Manali, knowing that the following day we would head to higher altitudes where there would be no shops, no mobile phone coverage, and no trees.

Going Beyond the Tree Line

I had asked Rahi to provide us with a small shovel so that we could dig holes when necessary and cover them afterward, leaving no trace behind and preserving the beauty of nature. However, he explained that using a shovel wouldn’t be possible, we would be traveling through rocky landscapes at very high altitudes where nothing grows. This created an inner dilemma for me.

My father, bless his soul, had instilled in us the importance of leaving nature undisturbed when visiting wild places. He had taught us how to put out a fire, spread the ash, cover it with soil, and wipe away our footprints. He showed us how to dig a hole, do our business, cover it completely, and scatter leaves on top so the place looked untouched.

I had always followed these principles closely, and now these deeply held beliefs were about to be challenged by a landscape that offered no place to hide. I was both nervous and curious to experience, for the first time, such a vast, open expanse of sky and land, painted with the colors of the rainbow. I imagined we would be completely awestruck.

Day Four, 5th September 2018

The day began on a positive note with a delicious breakfast of fresh kiwi and apple juice, fruits, and buckwheat porridge or gluten-free muesli with coconut milk.

However, as we gathered to leave, we learned that one of our group members was ill with stomach issues and vomiting. This unexpected setback delayed our carefully planned departure time.

After some heartfelt group bonding, we set off, waving cheerfully to our wonderful host at the hotel. We had two new tour vans for the journey, along with two new drivers, a pharmacist, and a guide to accompany us as we headed toward Ladakh.

A Sudden Setback

Just a few minutes into the trip, our sick companion suddenly clutched her stomach and projectile vomited, spraying everything in her path. Everyone quickly exited the vans. After much discussion, it was decided that she would return to the hotel to recover and later take a flight to Leh to meet us there.

3,979 Meters High

After this incident, the trip continued smoothly for several hours until we reached the Rohtang Pass, situated at an elevation of 3,979 meters (10,500 ft.), a prelude to the world's highest motorable pass, Khardungla. Along the way, we stopped for a break and enjoyed steaming cups of ginger tea along with some of the most delicious organic apples I had ever tasted, provided by our hosts who would later welcome us at The Last Resort in Leh.

What Goes Up Must Come Down

Descending from the pass, the scenery was spectacular, but the road was a mess. Huge petrol trucks struggled to climb, getting stuck in the mud and sliding back down at a particularly hair-raising bend. This caused a complete standstill, as the road was too narrow for two-way traffic. In what could have been a life-threatening situation, the drivers of all vehicles worked together to help the truck drivers get unstuck. Slowly but surely, the traffic began to move again. Once we passed this challenging stretch, we found ourselves on a well-maintained road, thanks to the army’s efforts to create a clear passageway.

The Rainbow Feast

As we continued on our way, we arrived at Sissu Village, where a marvelous feast had been prepared for us by our guide and his staff. The spread included fresh juice, gluten-free pakoras, lentil dal soup, brown rice, mint chutney, curried vegetables, and fresh pomegranate for dessert. Just as we were finishing our meal in the cozy dining room, a huge rainbow arched across the sky right outside the window. Everyone was thrilled by the sight, it felt like a blessing from the heavens.

Another Tour Group Member Falls Ill

After the meal, we resumed our journey. The road was lined with breathtaking scenery, as though a divine hand had sculpted the mountains into colorful swirls. However, just as we passed an enormous waterfall, one of our group members began to feel nauseous. We stopped for a while before continuing, hoping she would feel better. Unfortunately, she vomited into a bag for the remainder of the journey.

Upon investigating the cause, we suspected altitude sickness combined with an earlier snack she had bought from a roadside stall, noodles that likely contained monosodium glutamate (MSG), which can wreak havoc on the body. Rahi had advised us to avoid eating anything not provided by Arnava, our chef, but the temptation had been too strong.

A Long and Challenging Day

Due to various setbacks, the trip, which was meant to take eight hours, stretched to ten.

I’ve included these details in case any of you, dear readers, are planning a trip to Ladakh. There are many precautions to consider, and in my opinion, it’s best to make such a journey with an experienced guide. For instance, at one of the checkpoints, we saw a Western couple on motorbikes being turned back because they didn’t have the necessary permits.

Jispa; the Hotel Padma Lodge

We finally reached our destination, the Hotel Padma Lodge in Jispa, nestled beside a beautiful river. I never expected such comfort in a remote location. My room had a large bed, wooden floors, a spacious bathroom, a coffee table, and cozy easy chairs.

After a simple dinner of soup and gluten-free rotis, it was time for bed. The next day required an early 6:00 a.m. start. We would be crossing four mountain passes, some at very high altitudes, and because of the risk of flash floods, we needed to leave as early as possible before the sun melted the snow higher up.

Like any decision in life, we had to weigh the pros and cons before embarking on such an adventure and, ultimately, follow our hearts. To witness the landscapes we were passing through felt like an immense blessing. The higher we ascended into the Himalayas, the more my heart leapt with joy, and my spirit expanded.

Day Five: 6th September 2018

Ha! We made it to Leh, Ladakh! Now, dear reader, let me retrace the harrowing ordeal of that day’s journey. It took 16 hours, winding through terrain that most people in their right minds would consider impossible to traverse.

Yet, it seemed there were plenty of adventurous souls who were "out of their minds", the narrow roads clinging to sheer mountain cliffs were crowded with enormous trucks, buses, vans, cars, motorbikes, and even bicycles. It was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

An Unforgettable Meal

We had one meal that day, a marvelous brunch prepared in a tent café by the cooks traveling with us, set against the stunning backdrop of Dal Lake. It tasted utterly delicious, perhaps even more so because of the extreme conditions we found ourselves in.

The brunch consisted of piles of fresh, hot idli (steamed rice cakes) served with tomato chutney and a potato-vegetable stew. On such treacherous roads, you can’t help but wonder if it might be your last meal, and every nuance of flavor becomes heightened. I knew I would always remember the delicate blend of spices that made my palate tingle and warmed my belly.

Altitude Sickness

Another member of our group became very ill from altitude sickness. He was a dedicated smoker, and despite Rahi, our organizer, warning him not to smoke at high altitudes, he had laughed it off and continued smoking. By the time we reached brunch, he looked like a wrung-out washcloth, pale, feverish, nauseous, and suffering from a pounding headache. His head was spinning so badly that he looked ready to pass out. This was only four hours into what would be a 16-hour journey.

He begged us to leave him there so that he could recover and return later, but that was out of the question. We were at a very high altitude, and staying put would have only worsened his condition. He was given oxygen, and a makeshift bed was set up for him to sleep in the back of the van for the remainder of the journey.

‘Pagal Naalas’ Crazy Streams

What a journey it was! The landscapes were otherworldly, endless, rocky mountains and sand dunes devoid of trees or grass, occasionally interrupted by shimmering lakes or waterfalls fed by glaciers.

At several points, we had to cross streams, and thanks to our early start, we avoided the flash floods that these "crazy streams," or pagal naalas as they are called in Hindi, were known for.

I used to think that a treeless landscape would feel empty or dull, but the Himalayas proved me wrong. There was something about this place that grabbed you by the soul and made you want to sing for joy. Maybe it was the sky, bluer than any sky I had ever seen. Maybe it was the mountains themselves, towering with incredible artistry, shaped by nature’s hand into swirls, stripes, undulations, and jagged towers. And then, of course, there was their sheer immensity, rising to heights that seemed to touch the heavens.

The Unsung Heroes of the Himalayas

The Indian Army was valiantly attempting the impossible, building a proper paved road between Manali and Ladakh. In some stretches, they had succeeded, and where the road was paved, it brought immense relief. However, in many places, the relentless winter snows had ripped up their hard work, leaving massive chunks of the road hurled into the valley below, as though thrown by a giant.

All along the road, we witnessed road workers huddled against the cold, their makeshift tents pitched in patches of rocky land nearby. Their poverty was evident, but their sheer endurance was inspiring. We saw true heroism in their daily struggle.

An Australian woman traveling with us, an experienced Himalayan trekker, told us that these road projects often claimed the lives of the workers. The cliffs they worked on could suddenly collapse, or a flash flood could sweep them away.

She herself had walked all the way from Manali to Ladakh and back, along with completing many other treks deep into the mountains. She knew the Himalayas like the back of her hand, and her stories were riveting.

Four High Passes in One Day

On this seemingly endless journey, we crossed four high passes as we ascended higher and higher:

• Baralacha La (4,890 meters / 16,043 ft.)
• Naki La (4,740 meters / 15,547 ft.)
• Lachung La (5,065 meters / 16,616 ft.)
• Taglang La (5,328 meters / 17,480 ft.)

For the first three passes, we jumped out of the van to take photos despite the pounding headaches caused by the high altitude. When we reached the final pass, Rahi asked if we wanted to stop for more photos, but everyone shouted, "No! No! Go on!" We were eager to begin our descent into the Ladakh valley.

At each pass, stepping out of the van felt surreal, as if we had become weightless and could float away at any moment.

Humor on the Road

The journey was made a little easier by the humorous signs posted along the route, designed to lift travelers' spirits. Some of the most memorable signs read:

• "Run on horse power, not on rum power."
• "Alert today, alive tomorrow."
• "Safety on the road, safe tea at home."
• "Let’s save the planet together."
• "Friends do not let friends litter."
• "Short cuts may cut your life short."
• "Keep your nerves on sharp curves."

Leh Palace – The Last Resort

We finally reached our destination, a beautiful 100-acre property called The Last Resort. It bordered the Indus River and offered glamping-style accommodations in tents complete with large, comfortable beds and attached bathrooms. This place, on the outskirts of Leh, felt like heaven. A feast was served to us in the large, cozy dining hall. However, it was a struggle to eat since it was already 10:30 p.m., and my eyes were so heavy with sleep that I simply wanted to crawl into bed.

The next day was scheduled as a day of rest. Hallelujah! Sleep had never beckoned more sweetly.

Day Six / 7th September 2018

As I wrote this, I was huddled in bed, listening to the rain beating down on my glamping-style tent. The darkness outside was profound, a soothing balm for the soul. There was no electricity. Something had fallen on the main power line, and it couldn’t be fixed until the storm had passed.

I didn’t mind the darkness, it felt refreshing. In our modern world, we are so used to artificial lighting that we often forget the quiet beauty of a star-filled night sky.

Our group had experienced such a beautiful day at The Last Resort. Our friend, who had fallen ill and had to stay behind at the start of our journey, had taken a flight from Delhi to Leh today. We were overjoyed to see her again and to know that she was now in good health and high spirits.

The Indus River Walk

After a restful sleep and a delicious breakfast, we set out on a special walk across the vast property to the mighty Indus River. Along the way, we munched on sea buckthorn berries that grew in abundance there. The natural beauty of the Ladakh plateau felt immense, swaths of green stood out against the starkness of the surrounding mountains.

The Indus River, which begins at Lake Mansarovar in Tibet, served as a vital artery for the Ladakh villages, including Leh. In ancient times, the river defined the border of India, and the name “India” itself was derived from the people who lived on the other side of the Indus. They were known as Indians because of their proximity to the river.

Lunch, Massage and Meditation

When we returned to the resort, we were famished, and the staff had prepared an abundant vegan lunch for us. After lunch, we took a much-needed nap before gathering in the cozy dining hall, where I guided the group through an Ayurvedic massage exchange. Fortunately, Nitya was also experienced in this form of massage and led the second exchange, which meant I could also receive. There were plenty of satisfied groans as tight, aching muscles were stretched and soothed.

After the massage, we enjoyed a tea break. Then, before dinner, I led the group in The Bio Resonance Partner Meditation. Since there was no electricity, the meditation, done by lamplight, had an intimate and sacred quality.

We were scheduled to visit a peace temple in Leh the next day, so we planned for an early breakfast to ensure we set off before the sun became too intense. The sun in Ladakh was piercingly hot, but the weather could shift quickly from searing heat to icy cold.

Rahi had planned for us to visit several monasteries and caves where enlightened beings had once lived.

My intuition told me that our adventure had only just begun.

Day seven / 8th September 2018

The day began with a shock as our Himalayan expert suddenly fainted on the dining room floor during breakfast. I immediately fetched my Colour Light Therapy set and gave her a treatment to help her regain consciousness. I then used Ito Thermie, a powerful Japanese healing method involving special healing incense that is lit, placed in metal holders, and massaged over the body.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as we gathered around, offering her messages of love and support. After about half an hour, she slowly came back to life.

High Altitude Symptoms, Physical and Emotional

Throughout our journey to high altitudes, it became evident that whatever a person was repressing, physically or emotionally, was greatly triggered. The body, struggling to cope with the lack of oxygen, couldn’t handle junk food or emotional overload. I had been busy giving people healing treatments for fevers, nausea, and emotional outbursts. As a group, we learned to check in with one another and offer compassionate support when someone was overwhelmed by their emotions or physical reactions.

The Shanti Stupa

We traveled into Leh to visit the Shanti Stupa, a true masterpiece. Conceived in the 1980s by a Japanese monk and completed in 1991, the stupa sat on a hill overlooking the city with a serene and powerful presence.

We climbed 157 steps to reach the summit where the stupa stood. It depicted the life of Buddha, from birth to Mahaparinirvana, a Sanskrit term used to describe the conscious death experienced by enlightened beings.

The founder of the stupa channeled his experience of profound peace into creating this sacred space as a way to radiate peace into the world.

In my experience, true peace occurs when both past and future dissolve in the meditator's mind, leaving only the present moment beyond duality. This is the crucible of peace. When peace begins to overflow from the meditator, the entire world benefits.

Lunch in Leh

After meditating at the stupa, everyone scattered to wherever they felt drawn in the town of Leh. I wandered through the muddy streets with Nitya, and we meandered slowly to a café where we enjoyed a lovely lunch. They served us fresh apricot juice, which was simply divine. Several people from our group eventually joined us in the same restaurant, and there was a wonderful sense of camaraderie all around.

Leh was a mix of Buddhist and Muslim communities living harmoniously side by side. It was interesting to note that while the Muslim shopkeepers actively beckoned us to enter their stores, the Buddhist vendors were calm, kind, and never tried to push us into buying anything. I was much more drawn to this laid-back approach to welcoming customers.

A Magical Singing Bowl

I felt drawn to enter a Tibetan shop that sold items brought by Tibetan refugees, such as jewelry, clothes, and sacred objects. I didn’t see anything I liked at first, but as I was about to leave, I noticed the Tibetan singing bowls. Some of them appeared to be of very high quality, so I decided to play a few.

One bowl, in particular, caught my attention with its unique coloring and sacred symbols etched on the outside. Inside, it had the mantra Om Mani Padme Hum written beautifully. When I played it, I was astonished by how powerful yet mellow its sound was. Suddenly, the bowl seemed to call out to me, as though it had chosen me. I couldn’t put it down. I’ve always believed that well-crafted Tibetan singing bowls are alive, they choose their custodians rather than the other way around.

After I bought it, the shopkeeper, who spoke very little English, explained how it worked. He told me in his language that it was a "medicine bowl" capable of curing physical, mental, and emotional ailments. He demonstrated how to fill the bowl with water, strike it gently, chant Om Mani Padme Hum, and then drink the water to treat any gastrointestinal issues. He also showed how to sound the bowl over any part of the body that felt unwell while chanting the mantra, claiming it could restore balance and health.

He was delighted when I told him I was a healer, and I got the distinct impression that this rare and sacred bowl felt alive within my heart.

He also told me that the bowl was very ancient and made from 20 different metals and gemstones, including gold, silver, and turquoise, among others. I felt deeply moved that the bowl had found me worthy to be its custodian.

Kala Chakra Mandala

Nitya and I went to a Tibetan Tanka shop, where the young man minding the store explained the esoteric symbolism behind the Tankas. Nitya purchased a particularly special one depicting the Kala Chakra, painted in gold on a brown canvas. This Yantra was said to purify the atmosphere of one’s home, driving away negative energies and bringing good fortune on all levels.

Finally, we met up with our group and got into our prearranged taxi to return to The Last Resort, where we were staying.

Meditation and Jokes

Before dinner, we did the Nataraj Meditation. This fabulous dance meditation, devised by Osho, helped us manifest the life we truly wished to live. There was so much joy in the air as we began our meal.

After dinner, Rahi suggested that we share jokes or funny true stories. The dining hall was soon filled with laughter as people jumped up to tell their tales. After a couple of hours, we realized it was time to head to bed, we had plans to visit two important monasteries the next day, and we needed to be well-rested. Everyone was excited to experience the vibrations of Hemis Monastery, which had once been the home of the great Tibetan Tantra Master, Naropa.

Day Eight: 9th September 2018

Hemis Monastery

After breakfast, we all piled into our vehicles and headed to the famed Hemis Monastery, one of the ancient monasteries that had been in existence for at least 1,000 years. The monastery held an annual Naropa Festival, a three-day celebration dedicated to telling the life story of Padma Sambhava through elaborate costumes and sacred dance performances.

The monastery was famous for several reasons, one being the Naropa Festival and another being its possession of an incredible, magical cloth decorated with precious gems in honor of Padma Sambhava. This sacred cloth was only unveiled for a few hours every few years, and people traveled from far and wide for the rare chance to see it.

Tantra Master Naropa

The monastery was home to Naropa for some time. He was a great master in a long lineage of Tantra Masters: Tilopa, Naropa, Marpa, and Milarepa. Naropa was the master who devised a clearly defined path to enlightenment for monks to follow in the Kagyu lineage, a branch of Vajrayana Buddhism.

Naropa’s teachings included:

• The yoga of mystic heat
• The yoga of the illusory body
• The yoga of clear, radiant light
• The yoga of the dream state
• The yoga of the bardo
• The yoga of the transference of consciousness to a pure dimension of Buddhahood

The Hemis Monastery and Jesus

Hemis Monastery was also famous for housing a vast library of treasured ancient scriptures. Among them was a highly controversial text that revealed the true history of Jesus, particularly the so-called "lost years" when his whereabouts were unknown. According to this scripture, Jesus had traveled to India to study.

It was said that he studied Jainism, Vedanta, the Upanishads, Buddhism, Yoga, and Tantra. His Tantra studies led him to publicly reject the caste system, which caused his life to be threatened by fundamentalist Hindus. He was forced to flee India. After the crucifixion in Jerusalem (which he survived), Jesus returned to India and settled in Kashmir, where he became a spiritual teacher to the lost tribe of Jews living there.

Known as Isa during that time, Jesus was under the patronage of a king whom he had helped with his healing gifts. The king offered him several potential brides to choose from. Jesus married one, had a son, and lived to the remarkable age of 112. His tomb is believed to be in Kashmir, though it is difficult to access due to the ongoing dispute between India and Pakistan. (For more information on this story, you can refer to the book "Jesus Lived in India" and the documentary of the same name.)

Hemis Museum

The monastery itself was very impressive, with a huge courtyard and multiple meditation and ceremonial halls. It appeared wealthier than other monasteries in the region. Our first stop was the museum, which held many ancient, sacred objects. It was fascinating to sense the energy emanating from the statues, Tankas, and ritual objects, some dating as far back as the 11th century.

However, I felt puzzled when I noticed that the descriptions accompanying the artwork avoided acknowledging the sexual component of Tantra. For example, there was an image of Padma Sambhava with his two consorts, yet the description referred to them as "female disciples." Even depictions of explicit Tantric union scenes were described in a way that omitted their sexual significance. I found this strange, considering that many Tantric masters practiced sacred union with an evolved female adept and were often initiated by Tantra dakinis (female Tantra Masters).

A Clown Show

After visiting the museum, we went to meditate in the hall. We were excited to hear that monks would be chanting during our meditation. However, the chanting turned out to be disappointing. The monks chanted for a short while, then paused to drink Coca-Cola, chat loudly among themselves, and resumed chanting again after their conversation. Meanwhile, another monk began offering packages of junk food to the Buddha statue. The sound of crinkling plastic from the crisps and sweet biscuits disrupted the meditation.

Finally, they handed us a bag of snacks or a sugary drink as a "blessing" from the Buddha. Once outside, I remarked, "That was a clown show!" Everyone burst out laughing because it truly felt like a poor imitation of what should have been a deeply sacred ritual.

One of Those Days Where Things Go Pear Shaped

Perhaps the astrological stars were misaligned that day because things kept going wrong. We reached our next destination, Thiksey Monastery, where we had reserved a meditation room for our tour group, only to find the monastery closed for two days. We were told that the monks had just completed a two-month silent retreat and were now celebrating with two days of revelry.

We decided to have lunch and enjoy some free time instead. Everyone scattered, some went into town for more shopping, while others returned to the resort for a rest.

Meditation, Pashmina Shawls and Shilajit

In the evening, before dinner, we practiced the Chakra Sounds Meditation, which brought a wonderful sense of peace and centering.

After a delicious meal, our host showed us his collection of highly prized Pashmina shawls. We women went wild trying them on, admiring the soft, luxurious fabric. He also displayed his very high-quality Shilajit and even gifted me some.

For those unfamiliar with Shilajit, it forms from the immense pressure of the Himalayan mountains as they rise. Plant matter becomes trapped between the rocks, and over thousands of years, the minerals in the rock and the plants merge into a nutrient-rich resin that seeps from the mountains. Known as the "sweat of the mountain," Shilajit is believed to promote longevity for those who consume it regularly. I was thrilled by this generous gift, as finding high-quality Shilajit is quite rare.

Afterward, everyone eagerly headed to bed. We had an early morning ahead, our journey to the beautiful Nubra Valley would require crossing a very high pass, meaning a light breakfast and a 5-hour drive that started at the crack of dawn.

Day Nine: 10th September 2018

Khardung La Pass: The Highest Motorable Pass in India

According to the signs we saw posted, Khardung La was the highest motorable pass in India and perhaps even in the world (5,363 meters / 17,595 ft.). Our journey from Jammu Tawi went smoothly all the way up to the pass. However, when we reached the top, we encountered a major traffic jam. This was not ideal, as staying at such a high altitude for more than a few minutes could be dangerous to one’s health. We waited patiently as the traffic slowly began to clear and eventually resumed our descent into the Nubra Valley.

At these high-altitude passes, the average travel speed was about 15 kilometers per hour. I couldn’t help but think back to the days when people traversed these treacherous routes by donkey or horseback. It must have taken them weeks, if not months, to make it through these mountains.

We stopped for an absolutely delicious lunch that had been prepared at The Last Resort, brought with us, and heated at a roadside café with a stunning view of the mountains. The meal consisted of kitcheree (a mixture of rice and dal that is gentle on digestion), chutney, and potato curry.

We felt saddened that one of our group members, a dedicated smoker, had decided to quit the tour and fly back to his home country. He gave several excuses for his departure, but I suspected the real reason was that his body couldn’t tolerate smoking at such a high altitude, which had made him feel very ill. I sensed that he wasn’t ready to give up his addiction and, as a result, found reasons to justify leaving. He expressed how much he loved the people on the tour but insisted that he needed to go.

I’ve included this story in my diary in case any smoker considers joining a tour to Ladakh, the “roof of the world.” It’s important to know that quitting smoking, at least for the duration of the journey, is essential for surviving the high altitudes.

The Heavenly Oasis of Nubra Valley

The Nubra Valley lay at the feet of the Karakoram mountain range. It was a lush oasis surrounded by dry, towering mountains. Two rivers, the Nubra and the Shyok, meander lazily through the valley, creating fertile land. The area had its own microclimate, with an abundance of willow and poplar trees, grain crops, and fruit orchards. It truly appeared heavenly. However, the pass to Nubra is only open for three months each year, making it difficult to reach. Perhaps its remoteness contributed to its unspoiled, almost ethereal beauty.

The Himalayas themselves were formed from the collision of two tectonic plates, pushing the land upward. What was once a seabed now rested thousands of meters above sea level. Because of this, the mountains contained deposits of Himalayan salt, coral remnants, and even fossilized sea shells. The Nubra Valley had vast expanses of fine white sand dunes, reminiscent of a beach or a seabed.

As we traveled, we witnessed a natural wonder, a "sand waterfall" without water. The wind was blowing fine grains of white sand down the mountainside into the valley below, forming waves and ripples that cascaded like a waterfall. It was a mesmerizing sight, as though the mountains themselves were moving.

Hunder

We arrived at our destination, The Himalayan Eco Resort in Hunder, nestled in a garden of flowers and meadows with apricot trees. All around us were stunning, barren mountains. At night, we gathered around the bonfire, singing kirtan songs and gazing at an infinite number of stars.

Day Ten: 11th September 2018

The day began with a lukewarm bucket bath. I admit, I’ve always been a fan of hot showers, so starting a freezing morning with lukewarm water wasn’t exactly my idea of bliss. But I made the best of it.

Hunder Maitreya Temple

The day turned magical when we decided to hike up to the Maitreya Temple on the hill near our resort. It was a 45-minute walk, beginning beside a bubbling stream with vibrant flowers lining the path. We walked in silence, soaking in the rich colors and scents.

As we began the ascent, the terrain became dry and rocky. The views of the mountains were spectacular, and along the path, we passed many piles of stones engraved with sacred mantras. The path wound higher and higher until we finally arrived at the simple yet charming temple, which housed a large statue of Maitreya.

The temple was uncluttered, and the air sparkled with an almost ethereal clarity. There was no one around to disturb our silent meditation. We spent an exquisite 30 minutes in quiet reflection before heading back to the resort, arriving just in time for lunch.

Diskit Gompa: Unrivaled Beauty and Ferocious Protector Deities

After lunch, we took the vans and traveled along the Zanskar rivers to Diskit Gompa, home to a massive statue of Maitreya. At first, the Gompa appeared to be closed, but then, as if by magic, the guardians arrived with keys and let us in.

This Gompa, built in the 14th century, had an intense history, it had been the site of a brutal attack by a Mongolian invader. The locals were so enraged by his actions that they rose up, tore off his hand, and cut off his head. The invader’s head and shriveled hand were still kept in the temple as a reminder of the event.

Perhaps due to the trauma of that attack, the temple contained numerous wrathful protector deities. One large hall was entirely filled with statues of Kali and other fierce divine figures.

We meditated in the main hall, where a serene statue of Buddha presided. Afterward, we were led into a smaller hall dedicated to Tara, the compassionate goddess. The energy in that room was powerful and grounding, a sharp contrast to the wrathful figures we had seen earlier.

Goddess Tara

At the temple, we practiced Atisha’s Heart Meditation. Atisha was a devoted follower of the Goddess Tara, who appeared to him in dreams and gave him guidance for his spiritual path. The central gift that Tara and Atisha offered to the world was the alleviation of suffering. In Atisha’s Heart Meditation, we first dissolved our own suffering through the heart principle. Then, we dissolved the suffering of those we knew. Finally, we dissolved the suffering of the world. It was an exquisite meditation, for which I felt deeply grateful.

The Goddess Tara was an important deity in my life. She had appeared to me many times in meditation and in dreams, bringing teachings and blessings. During this meditation, I was in awe as I received an energy transmission in the form of a cloth woven with gossamer threads in all the colors of the rainbow. She draped it over my body and told me that I was an embodiment of the rainbow and all it symbolized. I felt profoundly moved by this gift and sensed transformation on all levels, body, mind, and soul.

Afterward, we journeyed to the enormous statue of Maitreya on a hill near the monastery. Vismay sent up his drone to capture the spectacular beauty of the area from above.

Two Humped Camels

Following this spiritual experience, we made our way to the sand dunes, where there were many camels. As the sun began to set, tourists lined up for camel rides. These camels were distinctive, with two humps and thick woolly manes to protect them during the harsh winters.

Some members of our group opted for camel rides, while others chose to walk through the dunes. I decided not to ride the camels, it upset me to see so many with rings through their noses, attached to ropes that linked them to other camels. I did not believe in training animals, or humans, through pain. Though I admired the grace and beauty of the camels, I could not participate as a rider because I disliked seeing them being hit and restrained in that way.

Local Dances

After the camel ride, we attended a local dance show. The performance highlighted traditional dances from various regions of Ladakh. It was utterly charming, and at the end of the show, the dancers invited us to join them.

We were in high spirits as we returned to the resort. Our dinner of hummus and falafel was a welcome treat, and we enjoyed it by the bonfire. Later, we celebrated Mitra’s birthday before heading off to bed for an early night.

The next morning at 7:00 a.m., we would begin our return journey, crossing the high Khardung La Pass and heading back to Leh.

Day Eleven / 12th September 2018

I was woken at 5:45 a.m. and stumbled out of bed in the dim light of a freezing dawn. After a lukewarm bucket bath, I packed my bag and got ready to leave at 7:00 a.m. Our breakfast was very light to make it easier on our bodies as we traversed the Khardung La Pass. We were served fresh sweet lime juice and pomegranate. Before departing, we held a blessing for the group, our journey, and our vehicles.

Fresh Coconut Water in the Snow

About halfway through the five-hour journey, we stopped for fresh coconut water, which tasted like manna from heaven. It felt surreal to be sipping coconut water in the depths of the Himalayas, with light snow falling on our faces.

During the drive, we passed several interesting signs along the road that caught our attention:

• "Plastic or planet."
• "Every day is Earth Day."
• "What you become is what you overcome."
• "Be clean, go green."
• "Nature is our treasure. Help us protect it."
• "Stop using plastic, a silent killer."
• "Travel is still the most intense mode of learning."

Thanks to our excellent drivers, the journey went smoothly, and we arrived back at The Last Resort in Leh just in time for a late lunch. It felt wonderful to be back! Of course, the internet wasn’t working, as usual. However, the warm weather in Leh made it the perfect afternoon for a long, peaceful nap in my comfortable tent.

Group Bonding

In the late afternoon, our tour group gathered for a Shaktipat Tachyon Meditation. Afterward, we held a group sharing session to reflect on both our inner and outer journeys during the tour. It was a beautiful and vulnerable space, and we ended with a heartfelt group hug.

With plans to visit two important temples near Leh the next day, everyone went to bed promptly after dinner to rest and prepare for the day ahead.

Day Twelve / 13th September 2018

This day felt particularly special, as we were set to visit the cave where Naropa had once meditated. Afterward, we would visit the monastery where Manjushree, a revered Buddhist figure, had also spent time in deep meditation.

Fresh Apricot Juice in Ule Resort

We had a long 2 ½-hour drive to the Lamayuru Monastery, passing by the historic Leh Palace. On the way, we stopped for fresh apricot juice at the Ule Ethnic Resort, a charming and classy place seemingly in the middle of nowhere. For kilometers around, there was nothing but desert, and then suddenly, alongside a river, there were poplar trees, apple trees, apricot trees, and the most picturesque hotel imaginable, with individual cottages nestled among the fruit trees.

Lamayuru Monastery and the Cave of Naropa

We finally reached Lamayuru, a stunning temple complex clinging to the mountainside. Built in the 9th century, it radiated a timeless beauty. We enjoyed a wonderful lunch of rice, dal, curry, chutney, and gluten-free chapatis, lovingly prepared by the team from The Last Resort and brought to the monastery for us.

We entered the temple and were allowed to sit on the platforms usually reserved for monks. As we sat, we soaked in the spiritual energy emanating from the small cave where Naropa once meditated. I felt the essence of his teachings, a middle way inspired by the meeting of opposites and a deep acceptance of life’s natural flow.

Tilopa, Spiritual Master of Naropa

A profound sense of equanimity filled the space. I remembered Osho’s reflections on Tilopa, Naropa’s master. Osho had quoted Tilopa’s words:

Mahamudra is beyond all words and symbols, but for you, Naropa, earnest and loyal, must this be said: The void needs no reliance,
Mahamudra rests on naught,
Without making an effort, but remaining loose and natural,
One can break the yoke - thus gaining liberation.

Tilopa had offered Naropa six key principles for attaining Mahamudra. According to Osho, Mahamudra represented the "great gesture," arising from an ultimate union with the universe:

1. Let go of what has happened.
2. Let go of what may come.
3. Let go of what is happening now.
4. Don’t try to figure out anything.
5. Don’t try to make anything happen.
6. Relax right now and rest.

We continued our silent meditation for 30 minutes. When we emerged, everyone looked as though they had visited another world, a place beyond words and time.

Alchi Monastery and the Story of Manjushree

Next, we journey an hour or so to reach to the next monastery on our itinerary; Alchi Monastery.

Manjushree, a direct disciple of Buddha, meditated here for years. His story is quite interesting. Osho speaks about Manjushree’s Enlightenment while meditating in Gautama Buddha’s presence. I paraphrase what Osho says here below.

‘Manjushree sat quietly under a tree. As dawn came, the tree showered flowers on Manjushree. A crowd of disciples gathered and looked at the tree in awe. It had blossomed out of season. Buddha said: “Don’t look at the tree, look at Manjushree!” Samantabhadra looked at Manjushree and instantly became enlightened as well.

Buddha asked Manjushree to get up and tell his fellow Sannyasins what has happened to him. Manjushree had been meditating in silence for 7 days under the tree and the tree had decided to celebrate his enlightenment by showering him with flowers.’

It is reported that Manjushree was a master of debate. He had a cutting logic and deep insight into spiritual reality. It is reported that once a man was asking him about what kind of person is eligible to attain Buddha-hood. Manjushree answered him by saying that only someone who has become steeped in passion can attain to Buddha-hood. The man was very shocked and asked how is that so, as he believed that only a pure monk who follows the path of renunciation can attain to Nirvana.

Manjushree answered:

“Without going into the great ocean, it is impossible to find priceless pearls. Likewise, without going into the ocean of passions it is impossible to obtain the mind of omniscience.”

Manjushree shocked fellow disciples and followers of Buddha when he helped a woman to become enlightened. (Buddha’s disciples were not supposed to have anything to do with women.) He also helped a prostitute to take refuge in Buddha and follow his path of meditation.

Naropa, A Reincarnation of Manjushree?

Tibetan Buddhists believed that Naropa was a reincarnation of Manjushree. It was fascinating to meditate with Manjushree’s etheric presence after having meditated with Naropa’s. I could sense Manjushree’s intense, will-oriented dedication to the path of Neti, Neti, (not this, not that). He seemed to peel away layer after layer of anything that obstructed his eternal nature. He was relentless, a fire of truth piercing straight to the core of his being.

It was equally interesting to feel the contrast between him and Naropa. If Naropa truly was the reincarnation of Manjushree, it felt as though Manjushree had learned something profound on a spiritual level and had evolved into a more balanced approach to meditation and enlightenment. Naropa’s essence felt much more relaxed, in a state of total surrender to what is. This approach felt more expansive and, in my opinion, more Tantric. As Naropa’s master, Tilopa, once said:

"The void needs no reliance,
Mahamudra rests on naught,
Without making an effort, but remaining loose and natural,
One can break the yoke—thus gaining liberation."

The Alchi Monastery was breathtaking, set near the Indus River, surrounded by massive trees and ancient structures. It felt like a small town in itself, with many little shops selling exquisite Buddhist artifacts, jewelry, and even small restaurants scattered throughout.

After our time at Alchi, we returned to The Last Resort for a much-needed dinner and rest.

Day Thirteen / 14th September 2018

This was the final day of our tour. Everyone seemed shocked at the thought of going their separate ways the following day. We had grown so close, sharing both the agonies and the ecstasies of this pilgrimage.

Thiksey Monastery

After breakfast, we headed straight to Thiksey Monastery, located just on the outskirts of Leh. The monastery bore a striking resemblance to the Potala Palace in Lhasa.

Inside, there was a temple space that housed the largest statue of Maitreya in all of Ladakh. It had taken four years for monk craftsmen to complete. The statue was made of clay and painted with gold, and the delicate features of the face and body were crafted with exceptional detail.

The Story of Maitreya

Maitreya is known as the future Buddha. His coming was predicted by Gautama the Buddha. The time for his coming is in our present age, ie 2,500 years after Buddha. Usually Buddha statues sit cross legged but Maitreya is depicted as sitting in a chair, making it a unique sight especially during the summer season when many visitors explore the region.

Krishnamurti was prepared by Theosophists to become the vehicle for Maitreya. However, with thousands of people gathered for the event of Maitreya’s descent into Krishnamurti’s physical form, Krishnamurti rebelled and refused to receive the Maitreya. He then proceeded to renounce the very idea of the Guru / guide, saying that Truth is a pathless land and everyone has to create their own way. It is highly possible that he rebelled because he was sexually abused by one of his teachers (Leadbetter) and needed to break away from the torture of being connected in any way to the theosophists because of this.

Osho speaks on the phenomenon of Maitreya: (The Last Testament vol.3)

“Buddha declared before his death that he would be coming again after 25 centuries and that his name would be Maitreya.
Maitreya means the friend.
…What he meant was the ancient relationship between the master and the disciple will become irrelevant in 25 centuries.
…Then, the enlightened master will be only the friend.”

Meditating in the shrine room of the Maitreya is a really beautiful experience. I feel all the Buddhas of past, present and future within me. It is very powerful to be thus blessed.

Meditating in the Teaching Space of the Dali Lama

We then made our way to a meditation room next to the monastery. This room was typically used by the Dalai Lama for small gatherings. The caretakers kindly allowed us to use it for a private meditation session.

I gave each person a small amount of Ultimatium, a brand of iridium (monatomic gold), known for its light, gravity-defying properties that create a sensation of levitation—ideal for meditation. (You can order it through Mother Earth Minerals.)

I guided the group into Tratak, followed by Unveiling the Original Face—the face one had before birth, symbolizing one’s Buddha nature. The experience was deeply special and touched everyone present.

Chakra Massage, Completion Ceremony and Party Time

Later in the afternoon, back at The Last Resort, I guided everyone through a Chakra Massage session, with Nitya leading the second exchange. Afterward, Rahi led the group in a final ritual to mark the completion of our tour. There were tears, laughter, and hugs as we formally brought the tour to a close.

Then it was time for celebration! We gathered around a bonfire and enjoyed a festive feast. A local alcoholic drink was passed around, and the air was filled with laughter and joy late into the night. As for me, I declined the alcohol and went to bed early, knowing that the next morning, a few of us would be leaving early to travel back to Dharamsala and to Osho Nisarga, the exquisitely beautiful Osho Center at the foothills of the Himalayas. After a few days of rest there, I would be teaching the Vigyan Bhairav Tantra retreat.

Reflections on The Sacred Ladakh Tour

In reflection, this tour was the fulfillment of a promise I had made to myself long ago. I remembered the first time I met Osho in person. His first words to me were, "Where have you been?" "With Goenka," I replied. "And where are you going?" he asked. "To the Himalayas," I answered. Having hitchhiked overland to India in search of the essence of life, I had a vague idea that I would find what I was looking for in the Himalayas.

Osho turned my world upside down with his response: "Come to Bombay, it will be good." I followed his advice and stayed in his community for the next 26 years. Now, 45 years later, I finally made it to the Himalayas! And what did I find? All the mysteries of heaven and earth are there for anyone willing to seek them. Meditation is the magic key that unlocks the hidden treasures held within these mountains.

I remembered the message I received from Padma Sambhava while meditating in his cave. I heard his voice saying:

"People who live near the sea live for eating and drinking. People who live on the plains live by law, order, moral codes, and precepts. But people who live in the mountains are free. That is why I chose to live in the high mountains. I love unbounded freedom."

And it’s true, the high mountains offer a profound sense of freedom. Their vastness evokes awe, wonder, and the feeling that anything is possible. I am so grateful that I took this journey, which felt more like a pilgrimage than a tour.

Each Being is on Pilgrimage in this Life

Hearing the stories of those who joined this tour was deeply moving. One person had lost a son and was still processing their grief. Another shared that their wife was having an affair, and they were seeking new possibilities for their marriage. Someone else had recently ended a relationship and was searching for inner peace. Another person prayed for a deep Tantric relationship. Yet another was simply seeking adventure. And the list of stories went on.

This journey was not just about external exploration, it was about the internal pilgrimage that each of us takes through life.

The Courage of the Local People

Yes, we are all human, frail and vulnerable. The mountains help to rewrite the script, creating a sense of infinite possibilities in life. The mountains give a sense of courage. When we see the people, who live here their whole lives, it is simply astonishing to witness their courage and good-natured way of being. They smile in the face of hardship. They chant Aum Mani Padme Hum with prayer wheels as a way of sending blessings to all beings. They build houses out of mud bricks. They have no heating during the long harsh winters. They survive and thrive on deep rooted spirituality. They build the most awesome temples made of mud which survive for centuries perched on the edge of a cliff. They honour the phenomenon of Buddhahood in all its forms.

The Dali Lama’s Blessing

When Rahi and Arnava went to see the Dali Lama for his blessing for this Sacred Ladakh Tour, he told them, “Bodhidharma travelled from India to Tibet and on to China. Those monasteries are highly charged. People go for tourism but not so many go to drink from the spiritual essence of the place. India is charged with spiritual energy and it is good to reconnect with this energy.”

Thank you to all the wonderful friends who joined this Sacred Ladakh Tour. You are amazing, courageous beings!

If you are interested in joining us for our 2025 tour, view the details on our events page.

Author

Ma Ananda Sarita

Ma Ananda Sarita is a Tantra master, initiated into Tantra in 1973 by Osho. With over 30 years of teaching experience, she offers courses and retreats worldwide. As the voice behind this blog, Sarita offers readers a glimpse into the power of Tantra.