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This evening, I was seated in my chair in front of my computer. Feeling somewhat fatigued, I leaned back over the back of the chair to stretch; this caused a large flow of blood to go to my head, making me kind of woozy for a few seconds. As I came to my senses, I looked up at the wall over my computer, and the posters hanging there triggered yet another one of these experiences.
This time, I was in a temple, the light filtering in from behind me dancing with the banners and prayer flags hung above. The air was rich with incense, and again, I felt as though I was my old self. It was not entirely disimilar from this:
(This is the inside of the monestary at Samye Ling, the very same I believe I was asked to aid in the construction of.)
EDIT: And upon further search, this picture of a landscape in Tsangpo (the region between Lhasa and Samye, in which I believe I lived) is almost dead-on the kind of thing I saw in the flashback yesterday:
This time, I was in a temple, the light filtering in from behind me dancing with the banners and prayer flags hung above. The air was rich with incense, and again, I felt as though I was my old self. It was not entirely disimilar from this:
(This is the inside of the monestary at Samye Ling, the very same I believe I was asked to aid in the construction of.)
EDIT: And upon further search, this picture of a landscape in Tsangpo (the region between Lhasa and Samye, in which I believe I lived) is almost dead-on the kind of thing I saw in the flashback yesterday: