๐†๐ฎ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž: ๐€๐๐จ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฒ



Years ago I traveled to Shijiazhuang, China and foundโ€”seemingly by accidentโ€”the Longxing Temple, settled behind mountains, unseeable to the naked eye. And yet I was able to give directions to my hosts as their car passed the highway exit! I myself was stunned to suddenly be looking at the Guanyin statue on the north side of Mรณnรญ-diร n, captivated by its beauty, and I was sure the Guanyin who I have prayed to for years, saw me. In the central temple grounds, the courtyard was empty except for tourists. The vision shifted and I clearly saw a group of young men robed in red, listening to a teacher, clothed in yellow and red. I understood that I was that teacher speaking to the smiling listeners, who were looking up into my eyesโ€”and then the scene faded.

I lay in bed that night, tormented by the oppressive heat that permeated the room through an open window, and an awe-inspiring spectacle unfolded before me. A colossal, resplendent Buddha manifested, enveloped in a radiant aura of gold. Silent yet profound, he exuded an overwhelming sense of love and acceptanceโ€”emotions that surpassed the boundaries of my comprehension at that time. The Buddha stood in such proximity that I could almost reach out and embrace his divine presence, yet an inexplicable barrier prevented me from doing so. In his gaze, I found solace and tranquility. He bestowed upon me a benediction, his words permeating my being with an undeniable sense of peace.