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Vajra Studies: Southern Esoteric and Vajrayana Buddhism

Here, in present day Cambodia, Mahayana Buddhism, and some degree of Vajrayana (still under academic scrutiny), is no longer widely practiced as it seems to have been around the 9th through 12th centuries. What has remained, somewhat indeterminably is a synthesis of Shravaka and Vajrayana-like practices, scholars now label as Southern Esoteric Buddhism. This article includes  a quick digest of that esoteric Buddhism, starting with a description of The  Yogāvacara  (practitioner of yoga)  manual.   This is a Theravada Buddhist meditation manual dated approximately from the 16th to the 17th century.  Interestedly, recent scholarship of Buddhist tantras reveals they were composed in stages, building from meditation manuals, with Mahayana ethical and Vajrayana soteriological content super added.  Other Yogāvacara practices include: 1. “ The use of encoded language.” Vajrayana tantras are famous for secret coded instructions and scrambled mantras deciphered...

Vajra Diaries: Mahakumbh and Gurpa Mountain

2/4/25  Posted:  "An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex." — Aldous Huxley Sonam Gyatso‘s Comment: “ A true yogi is someone who finds knowledge through physical pleasures once the egoism in the experience is relinquished and underlying consciousness reveals itself as primordial wisdom. Since sex is one of the most pleasurable experiences, it's capable of recalling the bliss of primordial wisdom experienced at death, releasing one from perpetual births and deaths promoted exactly by the egoism of conceptual proliferation, especially as generated by intellectualism. The extraordinarily intelligent Sakya Pandita said, “the suffering of Samsara is none other than having all these thoughts.” 7/3 A few days ago, I watched and listen to my spiritual friend ringing a ting-sha at her Tibetan Handicrafts store in Bodhgaya. These are flattened bells without a clapper that are struck together. That night I heard imaginary ting-shas ringing ...