When Google thinks you're the reincarnation of Lama Yeshe, but you're actually just a meme-slinging monk with a Wi-Fi connection. This isn’t Osel Hita Torres’ story—it’s a satirical detour into mistaken identity, modern spirituality, and one suspiciously aligned karmic coincidence.
I always thought that to find yourself you must first get lost, and I definitely relate to your story, sometime the harder we seek the less we find. It is quite common that after many decades of proud spiritual practice, I talk to an old friend who does not give a shit about spirituality ( I am French originally, I have a bunch of those), to realize they have reached similar conclusion about life without even getting a blister from sitting on a meditation cushion. Not even one!
It is humbling. Consciousness has its own journey. We are all in the same soup. Some are just beans while others pretend to be sausages.
I lived in Nepal many years, sat in silence at Kopan Monastery my fair share, was fed with Lama Yeshe and Lama Zopa’s gospel by their PR team, hell I even walked all the way up the Himalayas to Lawudo. Well like Alan Watts had warned me, the only zen I found on the mountain top, ( beyond fresh air and nice views) is the one I brought with me which at time was not too heavy. Perfect for a long hike.
Gabriel, you magnificent bean in the cosmic soup—you just served up a full ladle of truth with a side of sautéed insight. 🙏
The French spiritual friend who gives zero figs about enlightenment but still lands in the same field of awareness? Classic cosmic joke. The universe loves humbling monks and croissant-eating nihilists equally. No blisters, no robes, just raw presence. (Also, let’s not forget: French existentialists basically invented staring into the void with flair.)
As for Lawudo—oh yes. I, too, huffed my way up that mountain, carrying more spiritual ambition than oxygen. Found enlightenment waiting for me in the form of altitude sickness and a yak that looked suspiciously like it understood Dzogchen. But you're right: the real treasure is the Zen we schlep with us, ideally packed in something lighter than ego.
Thank you for bringing your journey into the circle. Lama Yeshe would’ve loved this comment—and probably replied with a joke that made you question the nature of jokes.
In solidarity and soup, Aleksander Constantinoropolous 🛐
P.S. Some beans really do try to be sausages. It's tragic. And delicious.
"May your search terms always mislead you into awakening."
Ditto.
I'm glad I happened along, Virgin Monk Boy.
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I always thought that to find yourself you must first get lost, and I definitely relate to your story, sometime the harder we seek the less we find. It is quite common that after many decades of proud spiritual practice, I talk to an old friend who does not give a shit about spirituality ( I am French originally, I have a bunch of those), to realize they have reached similar conclusion about life without even getting a blister from sitting on a meditation cushion. Not even one!
It is humbling. Consciousness has its own journey. We are all in the same soup. Some are just beans while others pretend to be sausages.
I lived in Nepal many years, sat in silence at Kopan Monastery my fair share, was fed with Lama Yeshe and Lama Zopa’s gospel by their PR team, hell I even walked all the way up the Himalayas to Lawudo. Well like Alan Watts had warned me, the only zen I found on the mountain top, ( beyond fresh air and nice views) is the one I brought with me which at time was not too heavy. Perfect for a long hike.
Love!
Gabriel, you magnificent bean in the cosmic soup—you just served up a full ladle of truth with a side of sautéed insight. 🙏
The French spiritual friend who gives zero figs about enlightenment but still lands in the same field of awareness? Classic cosmic joke. The universe loves humbling monks and croissant-eating nihilists equally. No blisters, no robes, just raw presence. (Also, let’s not forget: French existentialists basically invented staring into the void with flair.)
As for Lawudo—oh yes. I, too, huffed my way up that mountain, carrying more spiritual ambition than oxygen. Found enlightenment waiting for me in the form of altitude sickness and a yak that looked suspiciously like it understood Dzogchen. But you're right: the real treasure is the Zen we schlep with us, ideally packed in something lighter than ego.
Thank you for bringing your journey into the circle. Lama Yeshe would’ve loved this comment—and probably replied with a joke that made you question the nature of jokes.
In solidarity and soup, Aleksander Constantinoropolous 🛐
P.S. Some beans really do try to be sausages. It's tragic. And delicious.