as predicted. more crucial sounds.
your Sunday playlist is complete with three tracks from Warrior King,
Binghi chants and sounds from Midnite, some Daweh Congo, LKJ, Dillinger and Big Youth. We close with Tin Tin Gomes and Manasses and the ambasa (lion) roar of Teddy Afro.
*this week's show and vibrations are dedicated to uplifting the struggle and strife of the Tibetan people and spiritual leaders of Tibet.
long live peace, prosperity and wholeness for the people of Tibet, for the world and the universal family.
Free Tibet.

Sent to me by my friend Ankah:

Dear Friends~ this is a letter written by a Swiss born Nun Ani Rita who sent this to Israeli Dharma friends. Please read it and send it to whomever you think might be touched in the hearts and minds, thank you G*....

These days, Dharamsala feels alternately like a temple and the seat of revolution. At times it feels like both. Everymorning, thousands of Tibetans, young and old, those born in Tibet and thoseborn in exile, march down the hill from the market of McLeod Ganj, shouting in English for justice and human rights, forthe help of the UN, for the long life of the Dalai Lama. Today, their shoutsare mingle with the moan of long horns blasting outfrom a nearby monastery.
They havebeen marching every day since March 10th and they never seem to tire. Eachevening around dusk, thousands more walk through McLeod all carrying candlesand chanting the bodhisattva prayer—'May I become enlightened to end thesuffering of all sentient Beings'--in Tibetan over and over again. Thisprayer has become the anthem of Dharamsala. You hearit muttered from old women, belted out by toddlers, and chanted by monksthrough loud speakers: May I become enlightened to end the suffering of allsentient beings.
Theevening marchers end up at the Tsuglakhang; thetemple located right in front of the Dalai Lama's private residence, toassemble in what is essentially the Dalai Lama's front yard. They shout freedomslogans and Bod Gyalo!!!(Victory to Tibet) at the top of their lungs for twenty minutes, while youngboisterous monks with Free Tibet scrawled across their foreheads in red paint,wave giantTibetan flags to rally the crowd. The red,yellow and blue of Tibetan flags are everywhere, and a feeling that mustaccompany all revolutions of past times--a feeling of passion, resolve, and thesting of injustice--stirs the air. And then, suddenly, all you can hear is thesound of a baby crying as the crowd sit and perform silent prayers for theircountrymen. The evening ends with everyone singing a song that was composed afterthe 1959 uprising in Lhasa against the Chinese occupation.
It'sstirring and evocative, and even if you don't speak the language, its hard not to feel moved. One evening at the temple, themonks of Kirti monastery in Amdo, Tibet, the site of hugedemonstrations in recent days, brought a CD of photos of the bodies of Tibetanswho eyewitnesses say had been shot by Chinesepolice. The photos were displayed on a large plasma television on the steps infront of the temple. A more placid group of seven robed monks sat in front ofthe screen and prayed. With hands folded at their chests, the images ofbloodied and mangled bodies filled with bulletholes flashing before their eyes, many now wet with tears, 5,000 people joinedin. One young monk told me later that he saw the dead body of his cousin on thescreen. He hadn't known that he'd been killed.
Now thesephotos and other images coming out of Tibet have been put up on flyers on the outside of the temple wall,directly opposite a tent filled with hunger strikers. On their way back home, peopl pass candles over the photos of the disfigured andbloody bodies and speak in hushed voices.Opposite, the hunger strikers continue to chant prayers and mantras all day andall through the night. Tibetans seem to be able to hold, without contradiction,many different ways of expressing their grief, and their concern for andsolidarity with the people in Tibet; to wave banners and shout until theirthroats are sore, and to sit and pray with heartfelt devotion to the Buddhas that, one day, may they become like them for thesake of all.
Yesterday,I heard about a different kind of demonstration organized by the monks of the Buddhist Dialectic School.No face paint, no red bandanas, no hand-made placards reading Shame on China. Theyshaved their heads clean, put on the outer yellow robe normally only worn forreligious teachings, and walked slowly, heads down, single file through thetown, chanting the refuge prayer in Pali. Buddham sharanam ghachamay/dhammam sharanam gacchami/sangham sharanan gachhani/ahimsa ahimsa. A reporter asked the monks why they werewearing the yellow robe.The monk replied, 'Weare monks but we are also human beings. We are notimmune to anger. Wearing the yellow robe reminds us to subdue our negativeemotions.' At an intersection, the monks met up with a few thousand demonstrators led by angry young men with Tibetanflags draped around their shoulders, shouting anti-Chinese slogans and punchingtheir fists into the air. The monks kept walking and chanting. At the pointwhere the two groups met, the demonstrators fell silent and stood aside to letthe monks pass, forming two lines on either sideof the street. They brought their palms together at their hearts and bowed their heads. Many began to cry. The monks kept walking and chanting. Buddhamsharanam ghachamay….

After themonks had passed, the demonstrators picked up their flags and placards and fell in behind them chanting another slogan;
May I become enlightened to end thesuffering of all sentient beings.

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