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y him, right then, Though wat it was could not be put into words. This was the real<br />

blessing” (Galland, 1990, p. 96).<br />

From this moment on, the entire metaphysical standpoint of the author is transformed. <strong>The</strong><br />

revolutionary dark Kali becomes an obedient “sky walker” (dakini), the radical feminist becomes a<br />

pliant “wisdom consort” of Tantric Buddhism. With whatever means, the <strong>Dalai</strong> L<strong>am</strong>a succeeded in<br />

making a devout Buddhist of the committed follower of the great goddess. From now on, Galland<br />

begins to visualize herself along tantric lines as Tara. She interprets the legend in which the goddess<br />

offers to help her tear-father, Avalokiteshvara (Tara arose from one of the Bodhisattva’s tears), lead<br />

all suffering beings on the right path, as her personal mission.<br />

<strong>The</strong> “initiation” by the Kundun did not end with this first encounter, it found its continuation later in a<br />

dre<strong>am</strong> of the author’s. <strong>The</strong>re Galland sees how the <strong>Dalai</strong> L<strong>am</strong>a splashes around in a washtub,<br />

completely clothed, and with great <strong>am</strong>usement. She herself also sits in such a tub. <strong>The</strong>n suddenly the<br />

Kundun stands up and looks at her in an evocative silence. “<strong>The</strong>re was nothing between us, only pure<br />

being. It was a vivid and real exchange. — Suddenly a blue sword c<strong>am</strong>e out of the crown of the <strong>Dalai</strong><br />

L<strong>am</strong>a’s head over an across the distance between us and down to the crown of my head, all the way<br />

down my spine. I felt as though he had just transmitted some great, wordless teaching. <strong>The</strong> sword was<br />

made of blue light. I was very happy. <strong>The</strong>n he climbed into the third tub, where I was now sitting<br />

alone. We sat side by side in silence. I was on the right. Our faces were were next to one another,<br />

faintly touching” (Galland, 1990, p. 168). <strong>The</strong> <strong>Dalai</strong> L<strong>am</strong>a then climbs out of the tub. She tries to<br />

persuade him to explain the situation to her, and in particular to interpret the significance of the<br />

sword. “But every time I asked him a question, he changed forms, like Proteus, the old man of the<br />

sea, and said nothin” (Galland,1990, p. 169). At the end of the dre<strong>am</strong> he transformed himself into a<br />

turquoise scarab which climbed the wall of the room.<br />

Even if both of the dre<strong>am</strong>’s protagonists (the <strong>Dalai</strong> L<strong>am</strong>a and China Galland) are fully clothed as they<br />

sit together in the washtub, one does not need too much fantasy to see in this scene a sexual magic<br />

ritual from the repertoire of the Vajrayana. <strong>The</strong> blue sword is a classic phallic symbol and reminds us<br />

of a similar ex<strong>am</strong>ple from Christian mysticism: it was an arrow which penetrated Saint <strong>The</strong>resa of<br />

Avila as she experienced her mystic love for God. For China Galland it was the sword of light of the<br />

supreme Tibetan tantra master.<br />

Soon after the spectacular dre<strong>am</strong> initiation, the “pilgrimages” to the holy places at which the black<br />

Madonnas of Europe and America are worshipped described in her book began. Instead of Marys she<br />

now only sees before her western variations upon the Tibetan Tara. <strong>The</strong> tear (tara) of Avalokiteshvara<br />

(the <strong>Dalai</strong> L<strong>am</strong>a) becomes an overarching principle for the American woman. In the dark gypsy<br />

Madonna of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer (France), in her f<strong>am</strong>ous black sister of Czestochowa (Poland),<br />

in the copy of the latter in San Antonio (Texas), but above all in the Madonna of Medjugorje, whom<br />

she visits in October 1988, Galland now only sees emanations of the Tibetan goddess.<br />

Whilst she reflects upon Mary and Tara in the (former) Yugoslavian place of pilgrimage, a prayer to<br />

the Tibetan deity comes to her mind. “In it she is said to come in what ever form a person needs her to<br />

assume in order for her to be helpful. True compassion. Buddha Tara, indeed all Buddhas, are said to<br />

emanate in billions of forms, taking whatever form is necessary to suit the person. Who can say that<br />

Mary isn’t Tara appearing in a form that is useful and recognizable to the West? When the Venerable<br />

Tara Tulku [Galland’s Buddhist Guru, a male emanation of Tara] c<strong>am</strong>e [...], we spoke about this.

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