WE, BEING A small group of anonymous Dharma students. definitely see Snow Lion Meets Europe as a religious text, as a text of the Dharma. The Dharma, according to the rules of the Buddhist school of which Rinpoche was a prominent member, cannot be sold.
At the same time, we recognise that publishing a book is a project that involves time, effort, and financial resources, and that all contributors of such a project have a right to draw financial benefits from it.
The 2019 commercial edition of Snow Lion Meets Europe is an exemplary edition with a very good foreword and numerous notes. It is the full version of Rinpoche's teaching. We encourage everyone to buy this excellent edition which is available on amazon.com.
This version of the book, published on a non-commercial basis under Creative Commons International License, allows everyone who is interested in Tibetan Buddhism in general and in Rinpoche's enigmatic personality in particular, to get acquainted with Rinpoche's teaching for free.
We have honestly tried to remove from the text everything which is not a part of Rinpoche's teaching. As a result, this version contains only the barest minimum. It has no foreword, no story of how the book was written, no explanatory notes, all of which are there in the commercial version. Once again, we remind everyone of the fact that both the foreword and the notes, not included in the text of this edition, were written by people whose copyright claims on these parts of the text we do not wish to dispute.
Khenpo in the name of the actual author is a honorary title whose validity we can neither refute nor confirm. In order to avoid controversy, we have decided to remove it.
Anonymous Dharma Students
⚠️ Kidnapped Romance:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A
Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree...
Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run.
A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound.
Ah!
Branch made a peel on her skin too.
Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds.
He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet.
Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping.
Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third.
She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but...
She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor.
"Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach.
He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf.
"Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down.
She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her.
"No!" She went pale.
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An innocent Beauty...
And a famished Beast.
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