Listening to Rama I traveled in and out of levels of
consciousness. I evaluated my meditative practice.
Thoughts and people intruded when I sat, and I watched them
parade before me. It sounded like I needed to tighten up
that practice. Focus and discipline were a part of my
meditation practice that needed fine-tuning.

I was aware of the shift again. The blackness of the
background shifted, and it was replaced by majestic
mountains. Deep browns and blacks of the mountain peaks
swallowed the stage. This place of grandeur, I knew
instantly was Tibet. While I sat with the mountain,
distant memories of the ancient home prodded my attention.