I went to a charnel ground for the practice of Chod a few dozen times in India and in Nepal. Several times I went to a place near a meat slaughterhouse where thousands of water buffalo bones were piled high in macabre pyramids. One night as I was chanting, the bones began to shift, move, and rattle about. I didn't think it was a ghost or demon, but I did imagine that some kind of huge rat or snake was making its way through the immense pile. I must admit I was scared out of my wits, although I somehow managed to keep chanting, praying, and practicing the somber meditation and visualization until dawn. Was I ever happy when that night ended!
by Lama Surya Das
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The author recounts their experiences practicing Chod in eerie settings of India and Nepal, including a trip to a charnel ground near a slaughterhouse. There, towering piles of buffalo bones created a haunting atmosphere that contributed to an unsettling meditation experience. During one chanting session, the bones began to shift, inducing fear in the author as they speculated about the source of the movement. Despite the fear, they persevered in their spiritual practice through the night.

As dawn approached, the sense of relief was palpable. The author successfully managed to maintain their chanting and meditation throughout a night filled with anxiety, which highlights the courage required in confronting fear while engaging in spiritual practice. This narrative serves as a testament to the challenges encountered on the path of transformation, perceptively intertwining elements of fear and commitment.

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