Buddhism, in Its Connexion with Brahmanism and Hinduism, and in Its Contrast with ChristianityMonier-Williams, Monier, Sir
Religion
Buddhism, in Its Connexion with Brahmanism and Hinduism, and in Its Contrast with Christianity
Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir
Buddhism; Buddhism -- Relations -- Christianity; Christianity and other religions -- Buddhism; India -- Religion
An account of other presentations both to the Dalai Lāma and Tashi Lāma
will be given in a future Lecture (see pp. 439, 444, 447).
Early in the morning I was informed of the arrival of Chola Kusho, who
was ready to take me to Potala for presentation to the Dalai Lāma. We
sallied forth on horseback, with three bundles of incense-sticks in
our hands, and a roll of scarves in our breast-pockets, chanting as we
went along certain hymns, and particularly the mystic ‘Om maṇi padme
Hūm.’ In the street we saw a calf sucking milk, and several women
fetching water in our direction. My companions were delighted at these
auspicious omens. Arrived at the eastern gateway of Potala, we
dismounted, and walked up a long hall, on two sides of which were two
rows of prayer-wheels, put there to be twirled, on going in and coming
out.
A young monk now came down to conduct us, and we ascended slowly,
looking only on the ground before us. The several ladders which
conducted us from one story to another were steep, and placed in dark
halls. I counted five, which took us as far as the ground-floor of the
Red palace. Half-a-dozen ladders still remained to be scaled.
At about eight we reached the top, and there found a number of monks
anxiously awaiting an interview with his Holiness. A seat was pointed
out to me. A monk sat near me, and smilingly observed that it must
have been on account of the sins of my former life that I was born in
India, where there is no living Buddha.
From the top of the Red palace we enjoyed a grand panorama of Lhāssa
and its suburbs. Shortly afterwards some Lāmas of high rank, dressed
in loose yellow mantles, arrived. They entered the hall of reception
one after another in solemn array. We remained outside in anxious
suspense, fixing our eyes on the entrance door, and expecting to be
summoned to his Holiness’ presence.
At last, three Lāmas came towards us and asked us to enter in a line
one after another. Walking very gently, we proceeded to the middle of
the audience hall—a spacious apartment supported by three rows of four
wooden pillars. The walls had paintings of the exploits of Buddha, of
Chanrassig[150], Tsong Khapa, and other celebrated saints, besides
images of the successive incarnations of the Dalai Lāma.
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