The Terrifying Adventure on Highway One from Los Angeles to San Francisco
Translated from the account recorded by Long Zhou Rinpoche
In the summer of 1998, I had the great honor and privilege of accompanying His Holiness Dorje Chang Buddha III Wan Ko Yeshe Norbu Holiest Tathagata on a journey to propagate and spread the Buddha-dharma. We formed a large group and were driving along Highway One, the Pacific Coast Highway, towards San Francisco.
As our motorcade navigated the winding mountain roads, His Holiness Dorje Chang Buddha III instructed the driver to turn off the air conditioning and open the windows to let in the fresh air. The Buddha Master asked, “How do you like the air here compared to Los Angeles?” “Of course, the air here is better,” we all replied in unison. “Why?” asked the Buddha Master.Brother Chang, who holds a Master’s degree in chemical engineering, quickly responded, “Buddha Master, this is because in places with dense trees or close to the sea, the air contains a large amount of negative ions, which…” He began explaining the chemical properties. His Holiness Dorje Chang Buddha III patiently waited for him to finish and then asked, “What do negative ions look like?” We were all at a loss for words. The Buddha Master smiled but said nothing. A few minutes later, a ray of blue light suddenly entered the vehicle through the windshield, filling the air with a fresh and sweet scent. We were all left bewildered, not knowing what had just occurred. The Buddha Master turned to us and said, “Now do you know what negative ions look like? As practitioners, you cannot stay confined to theoretical discussions.”
When we reached the Big Sur area, we were captivated by the breathtaking views. Suddenly, the Buddha Master directed us to drive onto a small road and stop. He walked towards a pavilion near the cliff’s edge and told us solemnly, “Demons will come to disturb us soon. Let us all calm our minds and recite the Heart Mantra of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva without conversing or getting distracted.” At that moment, the sky was clear, and the sea was calm. Where would the demons come from? His Holiness gazed at the sky and performed mudras. Within minutes, strong winds began to blow, carrying sand and dust into the air, causing rocks to move. The tranquil sea turned into roaring waves, crashing against the shore, splashing as high as hundreds of feet. Even small rocks were thrown into the sky. It was a frightening scene. Witnessing this, we focused on our practice and recited the mantra loudly. Eventually, peace returned after His Holiness subdued the demons. He then imparted a teaching, “Among our group on this dharma propagation journey, there are rinpoches, great dharma teachers, and officers of the Institute and publishing house. Demons fear that the correct Buddha-dharma will benefit beings in the Western world, so they will do everything to obstruct us. However, there is no need to worry; the demons cannot harm you.”
Our journey continued into the night. The mountain roads were rugged, and it was dark. We sought a motel to stay for the night but faced difficulties finding one with available rooms. We even tried negotiating with the manager to let us stay in the lobby but were refused. We returned to the parking lot, feeling tired and cold. The temperature was around -2 degrees Celsius (29 degrees Fahrenheit).
His Holiness suddenly rolled down the window and warned us, “The demons are coming to harm you again. Quickly get into the vehicles and concentrate on reciting the mantra.” Before we could settle back into our seats, we heard eerie howls from the forest, drawing closer and closer.
We were chilled to the bone, our bodies shaking. At that moment, hunger and cold became insignificant as we focused solely on reciting the mantra. After a few minutes, we were startled by frantic knocking on the window. I looked out and saw His Holiness gesturing for me to come outside. He led me towards the forest, where he performed mudras towards dark shadows. “These shadows are demons. They are constantly seeking opportunities to attack us,” he explained. It took nearly half an hour to subdue the demons. By then, it was well past midnight, and His Holiness continued practicing dharma silently inside the vehicle. We still had not found a place to stay. Just as we were unsure of our next move, a Caucasian man approached us and kindly offered the use of his mansion. We were overjoyed and eventually arrived at the mansion after driving through the dark. Some of us prepared food in the kitchen, finding exactly fourteen sets of dinnerware and fourteen seats in the dining room—miraculously matching the number of people in our group. We were amazed by this inexplicable occurrence.
Early the next morning, we gathered on the mansion’s balcony, our fright and fatigue from the previous night vanished. The surrounding scenery was stunning, with valleys stretching endlessly and peaks surrounded by swirling clouds and mist. From east to west, the horizon was adorned with the silver light of the sea, waves crashing against the shore. As we enjoyed breakfast, we attributed our survival the previous night to the protection of dharma deities. His Holiness asked, “Is this what you disciples believe?”
Our journey continued, fraught with dangers and crises as demons continued to pursue us. Fortunately, under the protection of His Holiness, we faced and overcame these challenges each time. Normally, the journey from Los Angeles to San Francisco takes a day or less, but this time it took us seven days and seven nights. Even if I spent seven days and nights recounting His Holiness’s merit and holy deeds, it would not suffice. Therefore, I have composed the following poem to express my profound gratitude:
The Supreme Buddha Vajradhara of all sects, Honored one with boundless unimaginable merit; His Holiness expounds the esoteric scriptures of the Tathagata, With great compassion, benefiting all sentient beings.
The roars of the Vajra Lion shake the Three Spheres, Praised by holy and virtuous dharma kings; Guiding master of humans and celestial beings, Never hesitating to save the suffering.
The Buddha Master’s kindness is as grand as Mount Sumeru, I can never repay his boundless favors; I pray for His Holiness to remain in this world forever, Manifesting a sacred realm within samsara!
Humble disciple, Long Zhou Recording the truth in this account
The Terrifying Adventure on Highway One from Los Angeles to San Francisco
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