Rewalsar, India (Tsopema in Tibetan) around Lotsar in 1986 with my family

I had met along with my family several Tibetan Lamas in Rewalsar at this point. The first night in Rewalsar they had put me in a penthouse in the Nyingma Monastery there (the top floor) and then they had a puja for Droje Drollo that was all night long outside in the courtyard. This was an amazing experience so I kept the shutters to the balcony open so I could better hear this Dorje Drollo all night long puja because I had been given (along with my family) a Dorje Drollo Initiation (which is a Crazy Wisdom form of Padmasambhava at a church near UC Berkeley from Lama Gonpo in 1983.

So, realizing that Rewalsar was where Padmasambhava had actually manifested as Dorje Drollo (or drollod) as some people say now because translating phonetically from Tibetan is tricky into English.

Dorje by the way means either Diamond or Lightning bolt in the Tibetan Buddhist tradition. 

A few days later I was told I should visit the Meditation cave of Padmasambhava up on a hill above Rewalsar so my family and I climbed up the trail to the Cave of Padmasambhava. While we were there I had asked Padmasambhava if he were Saint Germain? Was Padmasambhava an incarnation of Saint German?

The sky turned violet and then violet lightning came out of the sky along with Violet Rain which was Saint Germain answering yes to my question. Then Lama Wangdor invited my whole family in for Tea which is something Tibetan Lamas do when they are telling you they recognize a past life connection with you.

Later Lama Wangdor traveled to the U.S. to Mt. Shasta and gave Dzogchen to myself, my family and about 100 of our friends there in Mt. Shasta. This was within 2 years of our visit and tea with Lama Wangdor in Rewalsar.

Another interesting thing is that when I was let into the hut built around the melted footprints of Padmasambhava that were protected from people chipping out the footprints by Lama Wangdor and his Monastery I noticed the footprints were my exact size of my size 14 mountain climbing boots. So, I laughed and put my foot into the footprints and the monk was amazed because my feet are the exact size of Padmasambhava's feet that were melted into the rock footprints. They were the real deal by the way. You could tell this by the way they were melted into the rocks (Not chipped).

So, this violet lightning experience and everything else was one of the most amazing experiences of my life then in 1986.

By God's Grace