By the end of year 2,000, Javier moved to San Bartolo, a seaside resort South of Lima. He rented a house and turned it into an Internet place, the first one in all the beaches South of Lima. I used to spend the summer there. Javier had taken Buddhism with enthusiasm and he loved to teach people how to meditate. He had put a sign on the wall which said “We can meditate together. If interested ask the clerk. Lama Ole had given him the blessing to make it a Center.
One day I saw in the marketplace a lady I knew. She had come with her husband. She introduced me and told me they had an apartment overlooking the ocean in North beach, close to the main square. I told the Javier lived close by. They invited us to their place the following week. They wanted to meditate too.
Javier was very enthusiastic about our new friends as we walked that afternoon. They had a wonderful view of the bay. We chatted for some time and then the husband suggested that we meditate. I had taken a booklet with Three Lights Meditation. We all sat in different places. When people are beginners, it is too hard for them to sit on the floor with legs crossed. They had meditated before but we all sat on chairs. I was reading the meditation. At some point it started to feel uncomfortable. There was the sensation of some negative energy. At some point it was so strong that it almost hurt. As we finished I felt some relief. My friend invited us some avocado sandwiches and some tea. All I wanted was to leave, and fast.
I asked Javier on the way home if he had felt the negativity. It was like swimming against the tide. “Something very dark” he said. We both suspected of the man, not the lady. She was warm and open and light. He was quiet and ominous. Still, we were not sure yet.
The house Javier had rented in San Bartolo had a garage. He bought and oven and started to sell pizzas. An Argentinian lady we met had given us the information of the supplies we needed for a good pizza and she was the first employee. Later Maria, the cook and faithful servant of Javier would learn how to make the dough herself.
One evening I told Javier my friend and her husband had come to eat pizza. The house had an outdoor patio, and there were a few plastic tables and chairs where you could sit and watch the stars and eat pizza. A little later the lights went out. That was really serious, because of the twenty computers people were using. They took their pizza carry out and left. After that incident, Javier would refer to the man as Gloomy.
Now Javier was sure it was the man. He was blind, but he had developed a sixth sense. Every time they came to visit us something happened. A light bulb would explode, there would be a gas leak and danger of an explosion. And who knows what else.
Summer ended and San Bartolo became sort of a ghost city. January and February it was a happy town, but schools started in March and even though it was hot, people only came on weekends. We did not see them anymore.
In April Lam Ole came and Javier told him about Gloomy. Lama gave wise advice. “Never take more than you can handle” he said.
When you start a spiritual path you may be too enthusiastic. We may have Protection from the Lineage, but there are negative strange things out there. One must be careful and not try one-s luck.
As to the couple, one year later I met the lady in Lima and she told me she was getting divorced from Gloomy. I was very happy for her. We would not have to see her husband again!
Many years ago, in the mid-nineties, my friend Ricardo and I were invited to a party by a beautiful British couple. They lived just a few blocks away from my house. We decided to go together, and Ricardo, who lived in the same district but some twenty blocks away, came riding his bike. He left it in my house and we walked to the party.
Bob, the host was a nice fellow and he had invited many people I knew. His wife Hillary was a nice hostess and we had a great time. It was summer and the weather was pleasant, so we stayed till very late.
Ricardo had gone upstairs to the terrace. There they could smoke. I saw him come down to the kitchen and his face lit up when he grabbed a bottle of Vodka. I enjoyed the reunion, and as people started to leave I saw Ricardo come down into the kitchen. We said good/bye and headed for my house.
Ricardo was heavily drunk and he swayed and staggered as he walked. I suggested that he sleep in the guest room since I felt he could not ride home. Alas, he insisted in riding his bike. We finally arrived home and he rode off.
I had drunk a little, but was sober enough to be scared for him riding home so drunk. It was the early morning and all I could do was go to sleep and wait. I had never seen anyone make S movements on the sidewalk before. I slept off. When I woke up, the first thing I remembered was Ricardo on his bike.
I called his home and his mother answered. I asked if he was there and she told me he was sleeping. I felt so relieved I could cry.
Some days later, we met and he told me about his ride. He had fallen asleep on his bike. Goodness knows how he got home, but he had no recollection. Some of his friends who were sitting in an outdoor table in a restaurant on the way saw him go by fast asleep at the wheel.
Ricardo always made Lopong Tsechu laugh. They were close and he had given him many blessings. Only a great Protection made him come out of this one alive!
