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overcome her pain she turned to Tibetan Buddhism. She remembered having wept and prayed as a
twelve-year-old girl at the fate of the Dalai Lama. But she first met the god-king in September 1995 in
Berlin and was spellbound: “"I learned quite a bit from that man”, she later said, “he had to be
constantly putting things into balance” (Shambhala Sun, July 1996).
The antiauthoritarian Patty Smith had met her master, in the face of the smiling Kundun she would
hardly have thought that she had before her a pontiff whose history, ideology and visions opposed all
of her libertarian and anarchic freedoms as their exact opposite. No — like a compliant mudra this
social rebel bowed to the omnipotent tantra master, without asking where he came from, who he is, or
where he is headed. In a poem she wrote about His Holiness she shows how unconditionally she as a
woman submits to the divine guru and coming ADI BUDDHA. It opens with the lines
May I be nothing
but the peeling of a lotus
papering the distance
for You underfoot
In this poem the entire sexual magic dramaturgy of Tantrism is played out in an extremely fine way.
“Peeling” can suggest “peeling off” in the sense of “stripping naked so as to make love”. The “lotus”
is a well-known symbol for the “vagina”. Underfoot also connotes being “under (his) control”. Patty
Smith, the social rebel and poet of freedom has become an obedient dakini of the Tibetan god-king.
All these beautiful singers and actresses have forgotten or never even known about the heart of their
nailed down sister, Srinmo, which still bleeds beneath the Jokhang (the sacred center of Tibetan
Buddhism). The lamentations of the Tibetan earth mother, waiting to be rescued and freed from the
daggers which nail her down, do not reach the ears of the unknowing film stars. Also forgotten are all
the anonymous girls who over the course of centuries have had to surrender their feminine energies to
the tantric clergy, so that the latter could construct its powerful Buddhocracy. Palden Lhamo, who
still rides through a sea of boiling blood, driven by the terrible trauma of having murdered her son, is
forgotten. The apocalyptic future which threatens us all if we follow the way to Shambhala is
forgotten. These women — as many say of them — believe they have escaped the Christian churches
and the “white pontiff” but have run directly into the net (in Sanskrit: tantra) of the “yellow pontiff”.
Footnotes:
[1] A terrible sister of the Palden Lhamo is the goddess Ekajati, the “Protector of the Mantra”. One-eyed and
with only one tooth she dances on bodies covered in scratches, swinging a human corpse in one hand, and
placing a human heart in her mouth with the other. As adornment she wears a chain of skulls. She is a kind of
war goddess and is thus also worshipped under the name of “Magic Weapon Army”.
[2] But Tara like all Tibetan Buddhas and Bodhisattvas also has her terrible side. If this breaks out, she is
known as the red Kurukulla, who dances upon corpses and holds aloft various weapons. A rosary of human
bones hangs around her neck, a tiger skin covers her hips. In this form she is often surrounded by several wild
dakinis. She is invoked in her cruel form to among other things destroy political opponents.
I prostrate to She crowned by a crescent moon
Her head ornament dazzlingly bright
From the hair-knot Buddha Amitabha
Constantly beams forth streams of light.
(Dalai Lama I, 1985, p. 130)
we can read in a poem to the wrathful Tara by the first Dalai Lama. Above all it is the Sakyapa sect who