The Cave of the Ancients – (Originally published in ) A small glimpse into past history of the Earth and its inhabitants who hid highly technical equipment. Lobsang Rampa is the pen name of an author who wrote books with paranormal and occult . Doctor from Lhasa (); The Rampa Story (); Cave of the Ancients (); Living with the Lama (); You Forever (); Wisdom of the . First a short introduction for the reader who dont know the Rampa story. He Lobsang Rampa – had long time ago – in many earlier incarnations – been prepared.

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Cave of the Ancients by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa

What possible harm can come of the printed word? Then, in the gathering darkness, we had a modest meal of tsampa before settling down to sleep in the lee side of great boulders. For a moment the pain was intense.

His real lobdang was that the tribe should not be ‘adulterated’ with the blood of a member of another tribe, for in such cases there are divided loyalties. In theory we were watching the processions, the games, and the races. My first journey is to here, that I may ‘once again gaze upon the crowd, that I may once again visit this well-remembered spot. As the projecting sliver was being bound into place so that it could not move, the Lama Mingyar Dondup turned to me and said: You can remember what happened yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

The Cave Of The Ancients

The more two people are in sympathy, in harmony, with each other, the easier it is for them to read these brain radiations which are thoughts. Only when one has evolved to the appropriate stage can one accept this which I shall now tell you.

Others, afloat lobsanng ships that somehow survived the upheaval, reached the high ground and fled into any hiding place they could find. Even the Emperor of China himself had shown him favours. Aug 25, Jeannette Jackson rated it it was amazing Shelves: A one page introduction by the author, Cyril Henry Hoskin, restates he is the host for the reincarnate T.


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The hairs at the back of my neck rose in sudden fright. I rested again at a much higher stage, and the rope was carried upwards. Much of the occult and paranormal events are glossed over – of course. I certainly did not want to write it but I was desperate to get a job so that I could get on with my allotted task. Problems playing this file? One of my companions pushed me out of the way and was in turn pushed by another.

This world, this acients, is Hell, it is the testing place wherein our Spirit is purified by the suffering of learning to rqmpa our gross flesh body. Deanna rated it it was amazing Jan 14, The black panel swung shut. This was the world of Long Long Ago. I sat – at a discreet distance, as I did not know when he would become violent!

My height was not sufficient to reach all the ledges unaided. I had massage and did exercise, for my muscles were almost useless with disuse. Have you forgotten the Xncients Cord, that collection of lines of electric force linking you here with your soul?

There is no danger in the printed word, but there is danger in the thoughts which those words may cause.

I sat and thought. Now sit still and I will tell you of the finding of the Cave of the Ancients.

Cave of the Ancients

We call the God in charge of the world the Manu. Listen to me, and do not interrupt, for this is the basis of our Inner Belief. Faced with repeated accusations in the British press, Lobsang Rampa went to live in Canada in the early sixties; he became a Canadian citizen in In February,he changed his name by legal Deed Poll.

Revealing the mysteries within our very souls. Now we had to eat, to sleep, and on the morrow we would look fave us again so that we might perhaps learn something.


My last sight before dropping off to sleep, was that of the Lama Mingyar Dondup sitting like a carved statue against the dark night sky. At long last, the Master of the Arts, watching critically from the ground, indicated that he was satisfied.

We come here to suffer that our spirit may evolve. The telepathic voice faded out, the picture screen turned black. Life there bored me, for I was not learning. I sat upon the floor and began my meditation. Suddenly we all jumped; a baleful red eye was watching us, winking at us. As has been foretold by the Oracle and others, this our land will later be invaded and physically conquered by a strange cult, a cult which has no thought for the common man, but exists solely in order to bolster up the power of dictators, dictators who will enslave half the world.

It is a mental and spiritual discipline, it makes some people feel that they belong within a family group, with a benevolent Father watching over them, and a compassionate Mother ever ready to intercede on their behalf with the Father.

Many men, particularly those of the West, think only of money and of power over others. Suspicion and fear were the clouds under which the ordinary man lived. I took again my staff and my bowl and made my way, over many months, to the borders of Tibet. Will you, Holy Sir, have the goodness to tell me of it? The mistlight spread, becoming brighter so that we could see the outlines of incredible machines filling this large hall, all except the centre of the floor upon which we sat.