‘The Hermit’ by T. Lobsang Rampa has the same old-world charm as the older Rampa books, though the message implied in the book was not at all comforting. I personally picked up this title because of its alluring synopsis about ‘comforting’ those who, as they say in Christianity, have put their hand to the Plow. Since I fall in this same category, I thought an esoteric book about the positives among the many negatives in this state of life would invigorate my spirit and probably make my yoke a little easier to bear.
To a certain extent it did, as a piece of writing, but as I’ve indicated, the message was not at all comforting – it was horrifying! If you are looking for a book to uplift your downcast spirits, I would not recommend this title at all. It is an esoteric book meant to perturb rather than to give succor to any reader, whether spiritual or just the curious. Ascetics will find this book to be disturbing, maybe the ironic crowning glory of all their tortures and sufferings, not to mention their many daily austerities! To learn that one needed to live a detached earthly life and then ultimately in ‘heaven’ to land up into the hands of sexist, brutal, racial, and cruel aliens is anything but comforting – it is an esoteric anticlimax of our existence!
Disheartening for the ascetic with expectations, but an ideal read for the truly detached during their hectic weekday schedule – ‘The Hermit’ proves to be yet another feather in Rampa’s cap. As mere literature for the curious, it is a harmless book, and the reader will find the travesties faced by the elderly hermit at the hands of his alien abductors to be more humorous than frightening. Entertaining but enveloping the essence of what it means to ‘pass on’ is what ‘The Hermit’ is all about.
From greedy vulture table habits to tea-brick crazy young monks, from nocturnal birds doing the jig to traders who put more butter in their tea than my mother does in her cheese sandwiches, from flying saucers playing ‘gardeners’ to lewd alien nurses eve teasing the specimen – ‘The Hermit’ has everything that the reader was missing in their many books of esoteric adventure.
My favorite parts of the book were every time they took tea breaks, I wish I could take as many as them, but I would have preferred milky South Indian coffee over Tibetan buttered tea. The book invigorated me as well as entertained me like all of Rampa’s books do and I hope to read more of them as the weeks go by.
“The Hermit” by Lobsang Rampa has all the makings of a good piece of Speculative Fiction. Unfortunately, it is one of those books that the author insists is true. Losang Rampa is an unusual character. His first book “The Third Eye” related his experiences growing up in a monastery in Tibet. When it came out that the author was actually Cyril Henry Hoskin, the author then claimed that the spirit of Lobsang Rampa had occupied the body of Hoskin. It isn’t too surprising from that start of his career as an author, that Lobsang Rampa would go on to write some unusual works, nor was it surprising that he would continue to claim that they were true stories. “The Hermit” was published in 1971 and was Rampa’s 11th work and again was said to be autobiographical about his days as a young monk who went to the cave of an old blind hermit, and the amazing story he was told that he (Rampa) was to give to the world.
“The Hermit” is an interesting story about alien influences in the history of Earth and the impact they had on the old religions and the truth behind it. It is an interesting premise, and one which has a philosophical feel to it as one is reading. It lacks believability as far as I am concerned, though I am sure that others feel differently. The story the old hermit relates undoubtedly is one that believers in alien abduction would appreciate, as he discusses how aliens used his incredible memory to send their message. Also interesting are the passages detailing their use of advanced technology to provide the hermit temporary sight, and other attempts to get him to agree to cooperate.
I enjoyed reading this book, though the author clearly pushes this as a true story, and not just as part of the enjoyment for the reader, at least from my perspective. I wouldn’t say it was a great work, but for those who want to try something a bit different, and don’t mind the premise of it being true, I think it is a good read. For those who believe that the author is telling the truth, you would be better served by finding a review from someone who believes it is non-fiction to get their reaction to the book. I rate this between 3 and 4 stars, but closer to 3 so I am rounding down.
‘A terceira visão’ foi um dos livros de carácter religioso que li com maior interesse e dedicação e que, passados muitos anos, ainda me desperta muita curiosidade. Quem era este Lobsang Rampa que, com apenas um livro, cativou o meu interesse na cultura budista e na forma de vida dos monges tibetanos? Há quase 20 anos, quando li esse livro pela primeira vez, estava longe de imaginar que este monge tibetano que partilhara as suas memórias sobre a sua entrada num mosteiro era, de facto, um canalizador inglês.
Cyril Henry Hoskin é o nome do autor de uma série de livros de teor metafísico que narram as experiências e a vida de um monge tibetano desde o momento em que nasce. Os seus primeiros anos de vida são narrados minuciosamente no incrível ‘A terceira visão’, onde são desvendados alguns segredos sobre a forma de estar dos monges tibetanos e o relacionamento com o Dalai Lama. A dúvida que se impôs com este primeiro livro foi: como é possível um ‘cidadão comum’ ter tido acesso a informação tão sensível e confidencial? A verdade é que Cyril Henry Hoskin afirma ter tido possuído pelo espírito de Lobsang Rampa, o que permitiu que descrevesse com exactidão as suas vivências ao longo de todas as obras lançadas.
Posto isto, independentemente do que possa julgar sobre o tema, ao encontrar na minha ‘biblioteca pessoal’ um exemplar antigo do ‘Eremita’, decidi explorar um pouco mais este tema que tem tanto de especulativo como de curioso. Como resultado, não consigo esconder a minha decepção.
No livro ‘Eremita’, Lobsang Rampa visita um velho eremita nos seus últimos dias de vida para que este possa partilhar consigo os segredos que lhe foram confiados desde que foi levado a levar uma vida de solidão e reflexão. Se, por um lado, as páginas estão cheias de pormenores sobre a forma de vida dos eremitas até ao mais ínfimo pormenor, por outro, os segredos que o autor revela terem-se sido transmitidos são, no mínimo, surpreendentes (em todos os sentidos).
Vamos por partes:
O eremitão vive só e em contemplação. Neste livro, narram-se episódios de homens que se isolam até à loucura, no buraco mais negro, no local mais inóspito, da forma mais dolorosa para o comum ser humano. Parece-me que não há espaço para muitas dúvidas no que respeita à pesquisa feita sobre este tema. Talvez tenha sido este o factor que me influenciou a dar duas estrelas ao livro no Goodreads, em vez de apenas uma.
Passando então à parte mais interessante: os segredos que Lobsang revela, e os quais os leitores – como eu ou tu – deveremos levar a sério, são, nada mais nada menos, do que a influência extra-terrestre na criação do Planeta Terra e da Humanidade. Atenção: não quero com isto falar da crença ou descrença sobre a vida noutros planetas. Aquilo que me colocou mais reticente sobre este livro foi a postura do autor sobre o tema. Afinal, o que pretendia Lobsang Rampa com esta obra?
Escrito em meados do século XX, este livro revela detalhes tecnológicos longínquos no tempo, o que demonstra claramente um esforço para a adequação temporal do homem no tempo e no espaço em que a história decorre. Por outro lado, é incrível a enorme imaginação do autor em querer explicar fenómenos relatados na Bíblia e relacionados com o nascimento do Cristianismo: Arca de Noé, Jesus Cristo, Satanás, entre outros, o que me leva mais uma vez a duvidar: O que pretendia, afinal, o autor com isto? De que forma é que este, ou outro qualquer, monge tibetano está interessado em explicar seja o que for que o Cristianismo defende?
De forma geral, sejam os leitores Evolucionistas ou Criacionistas, a verdade é que, finda a última página, este livro deixa um sabor amargo que só pode ser atribuído à perda de tempo. Talvez se o tema tivesse sido levado mais a sério, talvez se os horizontes não se demonstrassem tão tacanhos, talvez se o autor não se quisesse tornar uma referência, então sim: esta obra teria tido algo de interessante para narrar, o que é pena, porque adorei ‘A terceira visão’ e, sinceramente, esta obra não me deixou a melhor impressão sobre o autor. Se lerei mais algum livro dele? Não sei.
This is my second reading of this novel and I have reached half through the book beyond which I will not read any further. Not because it is bad but it is too horrifying for me to pursue further. It has shaken my belief systems (as was the intention of the author) and caused a great disruptions to what I will and will not believe. I don't want to believe the things said in these book are real. I will assume they are fictional, only imaginary. By doing so I will not disrupt what I believed so far as true, I will be safe in my world and value systems I have created. Safe as a worm in its cocoon. I had been an avid reader of Lobsang Rampa right from my teens. A Tibetan occult mystic who had strangely come to the western world to fulfill his duty, to spread the knowledge and enlighten people about the realities which exist far beyond our comprehension. Mr Rampa in his preface tells that all that is written by him was true and not fiction. I want to go by his statements. A blind hermit confined to a solitary cave in the mountains is met by young Lobsang Rampa. It is their destiny that they should meet and the hermit must transfer what all he knows to Rampa. The hermit who is a commonly Monk in Tibet is captured by the invading Chinese and tortured to extract state secrets from him. In vain they wont find anything, disgusted they pluck the eyes of hermit and throw him away to suffer. The hermit, bleeding wanders off to the top of a mountain, filled with fear, hunger and an impending death. He bumps into a metallic object ( U.F.O) and the beings take him inside. They patch him up and treat him as an idiotic savage. From the pov of the hermit he is mishandled by these aliens, abused and mistreated. But from the pov of the aliens all they are doing is a benevolent divine thing and the accusations of the hermit are pointless to them. There is a lot and lot of condescending talk by the aliens, of how great they are and how the hermit compared to them is an insignificant insect. Well this is why this books scares me the most. They treat him the same way a gardener would treat his plants. The plants are then at the mercy of the gardener. If at all, the most intelligent of all the plants would ever speak up and question the gardener, he is not obliged to reply to the plant (however intelligent may it be, its still a plant). There is a very logical reasoning and rationality behind everything in this book. The hermit is fixed up and given artificial sight through advanced technology only to be taken away later on because he has to spend the next 60years inside the solitary cave, blind, waiting for a young man who would come his way and take what all the hermit knows. The aliens then show him the various worlds, dimensions and different celestial god like beings- their worlds etc. They show him the origin of earth and different planets and what is their (aliens) purpose. Such are some of the strange, fascinating things in this book. I could not go beyond the chapter which tells about the alien abductions. Personally I could not read beyond that chapter.
Tengo sentimientos encontrados con esta obra, ya que hay ciertos parajes que me gustaron como enseñanzas de vida, pero hay otros parajes que me parecieron un mateo para salir del paso (creo que cayo en limbo literario y para salir del paso hizo eso).
Me gusto la parte donde a la cueva llego un vagabundo que buscaba refugio entre los monjes y estos aceptaron acogerlo; el vagabundo muere dentro de la cueva los monjes le realizan el respectivo rito funerario y al final se encuentran un botín de dinero perteneciente al vagabundo, el ermitaño le indico al joven monje que ese dinero era producto de actos no honrados por lo tanto tenia que deshacerse de eso.
También me gusto las pantallas donde los sabios le mostraban los sucesos al invidente ermitaño que se encontraba en estado espiritual. (esas pantallas se parecen a las que actualmente tenemos de plasma activo de tecnologías táctiles - recordemos que este libro es del año 1971 donde no existían dichas pantallas).
No me gusto que se haya mezclado mitología, con historia bíblica, con leyendas, con la ciencia y que según el ermitaño esa era la enseñanza a transmitir al joven monje, volvemos a lo mismo creo que se debió hablar del futuro eso si seria algo a transmitir. Según el libro el monje perdió sus ojos en manos del régimen comunista chino pero en lo que lo sabios le mostraron parecía que ese régimen todavía no tenia el poder sobre el Tibet.
La obra termina y no se supo nada sobre el joven monje, creo que en las otras obras del autor seguro lo menciona pero no estoy seguro ya que es mi primer lectura sobre este peculiar autor. para quien lo encontraba ya se encontrara limpio
The book is about a hermit who is abducted by underground beings in Tibet and the bullshit speech they give him about their role on Earth.
The beings reveal that they are the "gardeners" of Earth and have "planted" humans. The beings sound very condescending,unsympathetic, immature, and cocky. Their job was just to plant humans and animals on planets and not care about the outcome unless their world is in jeopardy. That is humans getting hold of a destructive technology that enables them to self-destruct and take the S.O.B beings with them.
I quit reading half way into the book. I couldn't stand these selfish beings. Also, I began to have doubts about the authenticity of the book and the writer. My gut feeling tells me whoever these creatures are, they are prison officers making sure we are kept in-check on this prison planet.(One day they will be taken out!)
(Sheeple who have given this book high ratings have not read books on aliens and inner earth civilizations before. They are just the brainwashed "new age" or "new cage" group who see everything as love and light even when they are getting probed by these beings. )
El ermitaño es un libro único y quizá especial dentro de todo lo que podré mencionar y aunque voy a mencionar fallas me dejó un sabor de querer leer mas del autor. En fin, vamos a comenzar. El ermitaño trata sobre un joven monje que va a visitar a otro que vive recluso de todas las personas en una cueva pero que tiene enseñanzas que regalar a alguien, que en este caso es el joven monje y de esa manera se va a dar cuenta el joven monje que las cosas que habla el ermitaño son sin duda únicas, pero también fantásticas y de esa manera el libro se desarrolla en ambas historias. Ahora bien, el argumento es muy bueno porque en lugar de ser una historia muy fantástica se siente más como una platica entre dos amigos sobre un tema en específico y envolvente pero en la práctica es algo diferente. En cuestión de la narrativa es bastante lenta y muchas veces pausadas debido a que como lectores tenemos que procesar las cosas que nos va describiendo el ermitaño pues desde que leemos las primeras páginas se denota un poco de ficción en donde hay seres extraños que forjan a la humanidad y es que al tener partes donde ambos personajes hablan y entablan una relación amistosa sentí que eran bastante fríos y carentes de emociones (aunque debo de ver a un monje tibetano para ver cómo son en realidad) pero si se nota cierto respeto de parte del joven monje hacia el ermitaño y eso si me gustó mucho porque siento que se notaba el asombro al contar su historia. Como mencioné, hay dos personajes principales y si bien hay otros secundarios que aparecen en el relato del ermitaño no tienen una participación tan activa relegados a ser quienes explican al ermitaño qué sucede a su alrededor pero hasta ahora, y solamente en el joven monje es en quien se ve más evolución debido a la historia que le cuenta la otra persona y en cuestión del ermitaño sabe su futuro y en cuestión de descripciones de me hicieron realistas porque son cosas que el ermitaño no conoce y trata de describirlas a su manera de entender y también los lugares porque son completamente distintos a lo que conocemos al igual que los personajes que habitan los otros mundos. En cuestión de su escritura del autor es muy lenta, bastante pausada pero relajante a tal punto que te envuelve y hace que sea ágil de leer y quieras saber más y esto se nota en el empeño que le puso al relato pero la falta de cosas entre los dos protagonistas. La manera en que da una explicación a hechos religiosos se me hizo muy original y es que lejos de querer meter una religión a la fuerza solo explica los acontecimientos y eso es muy bueno tomando en cuenta que es un libro escrito por alguien religioso. En mi opinión de que le haya dado 3 estrellas es por la carencia de emociones en los personajes y que sentías que le faltaba algo en donde ellos aparecían, para eso importa y el final, si bien debe de doler por la manera en cómo acaba, no me produjo ese sentimiento tampoco, como dije es muy frío pero también me deja con ganas de querer saber más
Una narración que puede parecer fantasiosa e irracional, pero es porque lo que conocemos de la historia del hombre está muy estandarizado. Si somos capaces de abrir la mente y recibir el relato del ermita podríamos descubrir un origen inesperado. Quien quiera leer este relato debe estar dispuesto a abrir su mente para recibir un aprendizaje que coloca en alto la humildad y una transformación extra corpórea que muy pocos podrán alcanzar pero a que muchos deberíamos anhelar.
A lovely written short novel, of apparent truth. A parable which talks of star-seeded peoples coming and influencing the earth in its early stages of life, and its development to the now. It is a little out there, but remains steeped in Eastern philosophy. I recommend it as a fun read, to open the doors of possibility. I wont share whether it is fact or fiction, but the author is persistent on it being all fact! peace.
The Hermit is a more traditional rendering of the transmission of knowledge from a seeker to a young acolyte. The cave was a motif in the Greek philosopher schools around Plato and Aristotle, but the question and answer dialogue of Socrates is not so distant from the conversational style between the ancient lama and his young student in this volume. What differs is the sharing of practical exercises, rather than the reliance purely upon mental dexterity through verbal contortion.
Did Socrates ever suggest how his students should sit to better accept his teaching?
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa! What a beautiful story teller! A boy lama in Llasa, before the Chinese invaded & raped. Going up and down the steps of the Potala, learning at the hands of the great Lama Mingyar Dondup! All the mysteries and secrets of life.
And what a life! Who possibly, here on this Earth, can boast of the life Lobsang Rampa has led? No one! His life is the most incredible life you could imagine.
Imagine learning medicine at the hands of a doctor who could diagnose one's complete medical condition just by studying your aura?
Imagine being taken to secret caves to see a machine no modern society has ever been able to approximate, let alone duplicate, which amazingly shows, through its viewing portal, life as it is unfolding anywhere on earth at the very moment you're viewing!
Imagine having astrological charts so expertly charted that the key passage points of one's entire future are laid out before one at a very young age--and all specifically accurate?
Imagine living a life of unbearable pain and separation, through wars and hostile enemies, through foreign travel...in the middle of which is a switch from your Tibetan body to that of a middle-aged Englishman...and then you end up living the "retired" life of the prolific writer in the far west of Canada with your lovely wife (also a mystical writer) and your amazing cats (who are also psychic and with whom you communicate at great length and depth--and who also write books!!!)
Well all this and more, folks. Just pick up one of Lobsang's books!
Když jsem tuhle knihu kdysi dočetla, nevěděla jsem, proč jsem si ji vlastně půjčila. Ale překvapivě často se k ní v myšlenkách vracím. Krásná litaratura, která donutí člověka přemýšlet. Ukazuje jinou kulturu a pohled na svět. Krutý svět a fantastické vyprávění starého poustevníka. Nemám ráda klišé, ale tohle jedna z Těch knih, které se musí číst srdcem - ne hlavou.
not for me i think. i’m usually pretty interested about books that have to do with this topic of spirituality and purpose, but this wasn’t that in my opinion. i expected it to be a little more than what was actually happening. thank u nicole for the gift😊