We do this wrathful meditation practice for several days, 16 hours a day -- and I clean the glass cases that Dudjom Rinpoche and Thinely Norbu Rinpoche's relics are in. And one night I dream that the wisdom deity, Troma, she's there in the room, you can't see her. But she is there.
I am sitting in the translators place, next to where the Lamas sit. People are coming up to me, giving me a single pair of black fuzzy tube socks, in a gallon ziplock bag. There are some shiny little candies or offerings in each bag as well.
I get about 600 or 800 of these offerings, or gifts. I have no idea what it means, but thank you.
Pema Osel Ling
Just after the First Day of Summer