Tibet is my hometown.When I was six months old, I entered the monastery of my master Jamyang Khyentse Chokyi Lodro in Kham.We Tibetans have a great tradition of looking for the reincarnation of the deceased master.They are very young and must receive special training and education, preparing to become teachers in the future.I was named Sogyal, although my master later recognized me as the reincarnation of Terton Sogyal.In my previous life, I was a well-known practitioner who was the teacher of the 13th Guru Lama and a teacher of Jamyang Khyentse Rinpoche. As far as Tibetans are concerned, my master Jamyang Khyentse is considered tall, standing a head taller than others in a crowd.His silver hair is cut short; he has a kind face and good eyes, humorous; his ears are full, like a Buddha.But what is most attractive about him is not these, but the wisdom and nobility that he exudes between raising his eyebrows and his elegant demeanor.His voice is thick and charming. When giving a lecture, he tilted his head slightly, and the sound of the Dharma gurgled out, which was as beautiful as a poem.Although his appearance is solemn, he is approachable.

Jamyang Khyentse has enriched my life and inspired this book.In his previous life, he changed the Buddhist practice in Tibet.In Tibet, the title of reincarnation alone is not enough, only knowledge and practice can win respect.He has been in seclusion for many years, and it is said that he has many magical inductions.He is rich in knowledge and profound enlightenment, just like an encyclopedia of wisdom, no intractable diseases can defeat him.There are many practice sects in Tibet, but everyone recognizes him as the authoritative master of all teachings.To anyone who knew or heard him, he was the embodiment of Tibetan Buddhism, a living example of the fulfillment of the practice. _

My master once told me that I should carry on his cause, and in fact he treated me like a son.All I can do at work.As well as the audience I can reach, I think it all comes from the blessing he gave me. My earliest memories are all about him.I grew up in his atmosphere, my childhood was completely influenced by him.He was like my father, responsive to every request.My teacher's wife, my aunt, Khandro Tsering Chodron, often said to me: "Rinpoche may be busy, don't bother him." But I always cling to him, and he is also happy that I follow .I kept asking him questions and he always answered without hesitation.I am very naughty, and no one can control me except my teacher.Whenever they wanted to beat me, I ran behind my master and climbed up to his throne, and no one dared to step over the threshold.I squatted there, complacent, and he just kept laughing.Then one day, my teacher explained to them privately that for my own good, I shouldn't be allowed to go wild.So the next time I ran to hide behind him, my teacher came into the room, made three prostrations to my guru, and dragged me out.I thought, how strange!Why is he not afraid of my guru?

Jamyang Khyentse usually lived in the same room as his previous incarnation, and it was there that in his previous incarnation he saw Ruixiang and launched the cultural and spiritual revival that swept across eastern Tibet in the nineteenth century.That room is very special, not particularly big, but it has a magical atmosphere, and it is full of worship statues, pictures and books.They call it the "paradise of the Buddhas," the "room of empowerment."If there is one image I have of Tibet, it is that room.My master sat on a low wooden leather stool and I sat next to him.If it wasn't from his bowl, I wouldn't eat it.The small bedroom next door has a balcony, but it is always very dark. There is a small stove in the corner, and the teapot on the stove is always boiling water.I usually sleep on a cot at the foot of my master's bed.I will never forget the ticking sound of his rosary beads while he was reciting the mantra.When I went to bed, he just sat there and practiced; when I opened my eyes the next morning, he woke up early, and he was still sitting there practicing, giving blessings constantly.When I opened my eyes and saw him, I felt warm and happy in my heart.He just had this serene air about him.

When I grew up, Jamyang Khyentse asked me to preside over the ceremony, and he was only responsible for leading the chanting.I was all there when he gave teachings and empowerments.But what I remember is not so much the details as the whole atmosphere.For me, he is Buddha, and this impression will never be shaken in my heart.Everyone else thought so too.While he was imparting the empowerment, the disciples were so engrossed that they hardly dared to look at his face.Some even see him in the form of past lives or various Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.Everyone called him Rinpoche, which means noble one, which is a respectful title for a guru.When he appeared, other teachers would not be called that.His appearance was so touching that many people were moved to call him "the Primordial Buddha".

I know I would be completely different if I hadn't met my master, Jamyang Khyentse.He is full of warmth, wisdom and compassion, embodies the sacred truth of Buddhism, and makes Dharma come true in life, full of vitality.Whenever I share the guru's atmosphere with others, they feel the same way.So, what enlightenment did Jamyang Khyentse give me?It is the unshakable confidence in the Dharma and the belief in the incomparable importance of the guru.If I have any insight, I know it is from him, a kindness I can never repay, but can pass on to others. During my teenage years in Tibet, I saw Jamyang Khyentse radiating his love in the crowd, especially when guiding the dying and the dead.Lamas in Tibet are not only spiritual teachers, but also wise men, mages, physicians and spiritual healers, helping the sick and dying.Later, I learned special techniques for guiding the dying and the dead from relevant teachings in the Tibetan Book of the Dead.But the lessons about death (and life) that I have learned the most come from observing how a guru guides the dying with infinite compassion, wisdom, and understanding.

I hope this book can convey some of his great wisdom and compassion to the world, and I also hope that readers can feel the presence of his wisdom heart through this book and establish a close relationship with him.