”In the sounth-east end of Tibet, I crossed a remote meditation school on my way back home. I remember crossing a quite narrow hanging bridge to the monestary, or school as they liked me to see it. I was greeted by a nun named Ayanda. She walked me through the tall halls of the school, and explained how the saught knowledge and how to pass it on most beautifully. They yearned to pass their wisdom on to ‘strangers’. ‘Outsiders’ I thought to myself. She showed me to a tiny but ever so charming room.
I woke up on my plank of a bed, which I’d grown to love over the months I had stayed there. I was a bit late for first meditation, but as I ran down the narrow Hall of the Wise, when the gong sounded, and struck me like a force. It was time. Today was the day, and there she was. Nun Ayanda. It was the day I had to leave. I knew that day would come. In her hand she held a… a… […long pause] …wait that was the Buddha Meditation Pendant! What is this thing? Ah the Tibetan Silver Buddha Coin! Marvelous isn’t it?! Yes, I just found that in the streets of Jiaju. I concidered it my lucky coin, and thinking about it, it actually ended up working better than expected! A-haha! Spendid!”