When You Believe

Years ago two great artists Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey sang a powerful song together entitled “When You Believe”. I often remembered the words to that song when I felt I had lost my way or began to feel overwhemed with chllaenges I was facing. Whenever I questioned if what we were doing could be making a difference those words would come into my consciousness.

I share the words, as this seemed to be the reason we had found ourselves here in Tibet at the time of the WESAK Full Moon.

Many nights we prayed 
with no proof anyone could hear.


In our hearts a hopeful song 
we barely understood.


Although we know there’s much to fear, 
we were moving mountains 
long before we knew we could.



There can be miracles, 
when you believe.


Though hope is frail 
it’s hard to kill.


Who knows what miracles you can achieve
 when you believe.

They don't always happen when you ask, 
and it’s easy to give in to your fear. 
But when you’re blinded by your faith, 
can't see your way clear through the rain,
 a small but still resilient voice
says hope is very near.

Who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe.


I knew we each played a role in making a difference. None of us could do it alone, we needed each other. It would not be a grand event it would be small acts of kindness. It would be continuous prayer by thousands. Each person doing the best they could each day. I believed with all of my heart that if just one light continued to light the heart of another, we would fulfill the dream of creating a new world together. Even though the prophecized 12:21:12 had come and gone, and it may appear nothing has changed externally in our world, we are really just beginning. China and Tibet were holding ancient wisdom, not just within the temples, but within the land and in the nature. With prayer, focused intention and love, we were being embraced and allowed into sacred places to anchor this light. Miracles were occurring.

On this very special day, the holy day that belonged to all faiths and all religions, WESAK, our group journeyed to the Potala Palace in Lhasa and was escorted through by the leading government official. To me we were somehow bridging politics and religion; we were bridging the East and the West.

It didn’t matter that MingZi needed to translate because we came from different cultures and spoke different languages; a miracle was taking place this day. We were speaking the universal language of love.

We were walking the same steps that the Dalai Llamas of the past had walked. Another door had opened with the golden keys that MingZi’s father held and we were allowed private access on to the palace roof for ceremony. As we each envisioned light replacing the darkness that still moved across the earth we joined hands and prayed.

We passed the andara crystal and each of us held it over our hearts as MingZi explained to the government official that this was a stone of unconditional love that had been held over the hearts of thousands all over the world in countless ceremonies to pray for peace, pray for forgiveness and to send love into the dragon lines.

My heart was filled with such joy as I saw the government official place the andara crystal over his heart and pray with us. It was true, no matter where we had journeyed we all wanted the same thing. We wanted peace, we wanted to heal the mistakes of the past and to create a new dream.

We sent our prayers through the sound of the singing bowls. They seemed to vibrate at a higher frequency than I had every felt before. I knew we were truly sending the sound of love through the cosmic spider web

Later that day we returned to Jokhang Temple, considered to be the ultimate pilgrimage destination for Tibetan Pilgrims. The High Llama had invited our group of spiritual pilgrims to attend the fire ceremony that occurred only at this time of the WESAK Full Moon.

As we entered the Temple, the ceremony was just beginning. After the ceremony we would collect our sacred artifacts that had been with the Buddha and the praying llamas for the last 24 hours.

The Statue of Sakyamuni, the first Buddha,
 is considered a rare treasure. When Sakyamuni was alive, he disagreed with the idea of 'personal worship' and did not allow likenesses of himself to be created. Only three statues were permitted to be sculpted during his lifetime. The first is a likeness of him at age eight; the second shows him at age twelve when he was still a prince of India; and the third is of him as an adult. The statue kept in the Jokhang Temple is the statue of Sakyamuni at the age of twelve. There is an energy of love, compassion, and strength that one can receive if they stand within this sacred place with an open heart.

When the fire ceremony was over I took the andara crystal from its pouch and shared it with the High Llama as well as the obsidian stone being.

Both the government official and the high ranking religious leader would hold the andara crystal over their heart and the obsidian stone being as we prayed to heal the lands and bring love into the dragon lines.

Under the brilliant full moon we came together once more to receive the blessings offered this very special night from the Buddha and all Master teachers of all faiths through the celestial waters. I could feel thousands of lights join us as those all over the world sent their prayers.

Just after midnight I would collapse into bed, knowing in my heart something grand had occurred. In our small way we had anchored the prayers of thousands into the lands of Tibet. It is with heartfelt gratitude I acknowledge each of you who joined with us in prayer and ceremony to anchor the light and activate the dragon line.

Join us tomorrow for our final day in this magickal land as we journey to the sacred lake where the Dragon Spirit lives and the message of the Masters was revealed.

Love and rainbows, Robbyne

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