ON THE HISTORY AND PSYCHOLOGY OF THE 'DAS-LOGLike before, they didn't give me any food, but placed it before the pig.
Like before, the Yogi burnt my portion and I had a vision of eating and
drinking. Then in a while I prepared to go, and then a man said, "Chos-
skyid, come here!" I went to look. I thought it was my father, who said,
"Follow me, I've something to show you." Then he said, "I'll send you
back quickly." I thought, "Here at home there are many lamas and
teachers sitting; they're all mad at me. My husband and children didn't
give me food." I felt powerless. I thought I had to leave and immedi-
ately came to a barren plateau.Byang-chub-sengge (X, A: 36---43)
Then I thought I had to go inside and I arrived there. Thinking I had to
go home, I got to my family's house. Greens were cooking on the stove
and I asked for some, but they didn't give me any. Thinking they were
mad at me, I thought I'd go elsewhere. There were some people
praying on the roof and I went there, but no one said anything to me. I
thought all my relatives and acquaintances were angry at me. Then I
went behind the door, and someone was making a wheel for the water-
mill. I asked what he was doing, but he didn't answer me. I thought he
was deaf. Then I went into the mill and my nephew (bu-tsha) was
grinding flour. I thought I'd like some rtsam-pa, but I was afraid to
make my nephew get suspicious. I asked, "Nephew, are you making
this flour for an offering?" but there was no answer. I thought, "These
evil people aren't talking to me. I'd like to eat some flour." and reach-
ing into the mouth of the flour bin, the mill stone shook. My nephew
said, "Is a dead ghost walking around?" and he took out his knife. I said
to him, "The dead are walking? Did your parents die? No one has died
here." But he didn't answer me. I thought, "It looks as though some-
thing is harming his rtsam-pa," and I fled behind the mill door Then I
got thirsty. At the river's edge there was a young girl fetching water. I
asked her for some, but she didn't say anything to me. Then I thought,
"I'd like a drink of water," and I put my hand into her vessel. It
fell from her shoulder and the bottom broke. I thought the girl
would get angry, and like before I fled quickly away. A neighbor was
drinking beer, but he didn't invite me to have any, and I thought every-
one was angry at me. Thinking I had to go behind the door, I went and
there was a horse. Grabbing it by the tail, the horse fell down. I was
also very frightened. Then I came out from behind the door and
the horse died. Then an old lady came along carrying a load of wool. I
said, "What are you going to do with the wool?" but she said nothing.
Then I thought, "I want to take a bit of wool," and when I reached out
my hand, all the pieces of wool were carried away by a wind. The old
lady ran around in a dither. I thought, "All the wool has been carried