Kalachakra, a Prayer for World Peace


 

The Kalast in front of the Tibetan Cultural Center in Bloomington, Indiana. Painted on the roof was a representation of the sand mandala painted my the monks during the ceremony.

These pictures were all taken from the Tibetan Cultural Centers website. Cameras were not allowed inside the tent accept by authorized members of the press.

  

 

His Holiness, The 17th Dali Lama, prosides reads from sacred Buddhist texts as the monks surrounding him chant. There was an audience of 5,000 including Tibetans, worshipers, visitors, press and the secret service.
Earth Dance. This is preformed by 12 of the monks dressed as offering goddesses. Behind them you can see the mural of the golden Buddah on the right and the celestial copulation that is supposed to line up the forces of peace in the universe on the left.

Camping out in Needmore

The funny thing about Needmore, IN is that I needed more information about how to find it. After a few side trips, (I can say I was lost because I had no plan to get there) I arived in Needmore at 1am. I learned later that some locals had taken down all the signs to the campsite. I ended up sleeping in my car behind a church in Bloomington. I got with some one at the ceremony and finaly found the place. Below are some pictures of the campsite.

A view of the campside. My tent was on the other side of the campground. I had borrowed a friends tent and it was only $5.00 for the night. Not a bad deal really.
This is the shower, if you want to call it that. I was really just a wood box with a water hose stuck through the top. It was the middle of the summer, but cool in Indiana so the water was freezing.
The bonfire roars away underneath the Indiana sky.
One of the great things about having
any plansfor where you are going is
all the unexpected things you see. To
the left you see rows after rows of
Indiana cornfields. I also got to see
some very quaint little farmhouses
lit by the moonlight.
After a day of watching people seeking enligtenment and sleeping on the ground with Buddhist, I drape my souvenigner mala beeds across my compass, pull out my map, and head north to the Indianapolis Museum of Art. Time for a little Western culutre. Unfortunatly none of my pictures turned out since flashes were not allowed.


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