T. LOBSANG RAMPA AS IT WAS! (Edition: 22/04/2021) As it Was! — (Originally published in 1976) This book continues the life story of Dr Rampa from when he lived in Tibet to his adventurous travels throughout the globe. Also the REAL STORY about the life of Cyril Henry Hoskins before Dr Rampa transmigrated into his physical body. Cyril Henry Hoskins, via Dr Rampa, clarify the scurrilous claims he was just a plumber, and yet Jesus was just a carpenter. What is wrong with just being a simple tradesman? It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. The Coat of Arms is surrounded by a Tibetan rosary made up of one hundred and eight beads symbolising the one hundred and eight books of the Tibetan Kangyur. In personal blazon, we see two rampant Siamese cats holding a lit candle. In the upper left-hand of 2/171 the shield we see the Potala; to the right-hand of the shield, a Tibetan prayer wheel turning, as shown by the small weight which is over the object. In the bottom left-hand of the shield are books to symbolise the talents of writer and storyteller of the author, whereas to the right- hand side of the shield, a crystal ball to symbolise the esoteric sciences. Under the shield, we can read the motto of T. Lobsang Rampa: ‘I lit a candle’. The darkness fell and out in the road beyond the great gate a lonely little boy stood looking down the road at the last of the departing guests. He stood with hands clasped, thinking of a life of misery which had been predicted, thinking of the horrors of war which he did not understand, thinking of the insensate persecution yet to come. He stood there, alone in all the world . He stood there and the night grew darker, and no one came to seek him and lead him back. At last he lay down by the side of the road and in minutes there was a purring beside his head and a great big cat lay down beside him. The boy put his arms around the animal and drifted off to sleep, but the cat was alert, watching, guarding . AS IT WAS! Dedicated to The City of Calgary, where I have had peace and quiet and freedom from interference in my personal affairs. Thank you, City of Calgary. Book One — As it was in the Beginning Book Two — The First Era Book Three — The Book of Changes Book Four — As it is Now! 3/171 Table of contents Table of contents ................................................................................... 4 Foreword . .............................................................................................. 4 Book One As it was in the beginning .................................................. 7 Chapter One ................................................................................................ 7 Chapter Two ............................................................................................. 20 Chapter Three ........................................................................................... 34 Book Two The First Era .................................................................... 51 Chapter Four ............................................................................................. 52 Chapter Five ............................................................................................. 66 Chapter Six ............................................................................................... 81 Book Three The Book of Changes ................................................... 100 Chapter Seven ......................................................................................... 100 Chapter Eight .......................................................................................... 117 Chapter Nine ........................................................................................... 134 Book Four As it is Now! .................................................................. 149 Chapter Ten ............................................................................................ 149 Chapter Eleven ....................................................................................... 163 Foreword . All ‘the best’ books have a Foreword, so it is very necessary that THIS book have one. After all, Authors are quite entitled to regard their own books as The Best. Let me start The Best with an explanation of WHY I chose my title. ‘As It Was!’ Now why would he use such a silly title? He says in other books that he ALWAYS writes the truth! Sure, sure, you shall have your explanation, so just Keep Calm (should be in six-inch capitals) and READ ON. 4/171 All my books ARE true, and I have maintained that fact in face of relentless persecution and calumny. But throughout the ages sane, sensible people have been persecuted and even tortured and killed for telling it As It was! A Very Wise Man was almost burnt at the stake for daring to assert that the Earth revolved around the Sun instead of—as the Priests taught—that the Earth was the centre of Creation and all planets revolved around it. The poor fellow had a terrible time, being stretched on the Rack and all that, and saved being cooked only by recanting. Then there have been people who inadvertently levitated at the wrong moment in front of the wrong people with the wrong results; they have been bumped off in various spectacular ways for letting it be known that they were different from the common horde. Some of ‘the horde’ ARE common, too, especially if they are pressmen! Humans of the worst type—you know who THEY are!—just LOVE to drag everyone down to the same level; they just cannot bear to think that anyone is different from they, so, like maniacs, they cry “destroy! destroy!” And instead of trying to prove a person right— they must always try to prove him wrong. The Press in particular likes to start witch-hunting and persecute a person so that sensation may be stirred up. The morons of the Press lack the wits to think that there MIGHT be ‘something in it after all!’ Edward Davis, ‘America's Toughest Cop’, wrote in True Magazine dated January 1975: “The Media in general is really composed of a bunch of frustrated fiction writers. Putting it another way, Journalism is filled with Picasso types who get out their paint boxes and construct a picture that's supposed to be me, but which nobody recognises except the guy with the tar brush and feathers.” Mr Davis, it is very clear, does not like the Press. Nor do I. Both of us have good reason not to. A pressman said to me: “Truth? Truth never sold a paper. Sensation does. We do not bother with truth; we sell sensation.” Ever since the publication of ‘The Third Eye’—a TRUE book!— ‘strange creatures have crawled out of the woodwork’ and with pens dipped in venom have written books and articles attacking me. Self- 5/171 styled ‘experts’ declared THIS to be false, while others of the genre declared THIS to be true but THAT false. No two ‘experts’ could agree. Itinerant ‘investigators’ toured around interviewing people who had never met me, fabricating wholly imaginary stories. The ‘investigators’ never met me either. Pressmen, desperate for sensation, concocted ‘interviews’ which never took place. Mrs Rampa, in an entirely fabricated ‘interview’ was quoted—misquoted—as saying the book was fiction. She did not say it. She has never said it. We both say—All my books are TRUE. But neither press, radio, or publishers, have EVER permitted me the opportunity of giving my side of the matter. Never! Nor have I been asked to appear on T.V. or radio and tell the Truth! Like many before me I have been persecuted for being ‘different’ from the majority. So Humanity destroys those who could help Mankind with special knowledge, or special experiences. We, the Unusual, could, if allowed, push back the Frontiers of Knowledge and advance man's understanding of Man. The press reports me as small and hairy, big and bald, tall and short, thin and fat. Also—according to ‘reliable’ press reports, I am English, Russian, a German sent to Tibet by Hitler, Indian, etc. ‘RELIABLE’ press reports! ANYTHING—anything at all except the Truth—but that is contained within my books. So many lies have been told about me. So much distorted imagination has been exercised, so much suffering has been caused, so much misery—But here in this book is Truth. I am telling it As It Was! 6/171 Book One As it was in the beginning Chapter One The old man leaned back wearily against a supporting pillar. His back was numb with the pain of sitting long hours in one cramped position. His eyes were blurred with the rheum of age. Slowly he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and peered around. Papers—papers, nothing but papers littered the table before him. Papers covered with strange symbols and masses of crabbed figures. Dimly seen people moved before him awaiting his orders. Slowly the old man climbed to his feet, fretfully thrusting aside helping hands. Shaking with the weight of years he moved to a nearby window. Shivering a little by the opening, he tucked his ancient robe tighter around his sparse frame. Bracing his elbows against the stonework he stared around. Cursed with the ability to see afar when his work demanded that he see near, he now could see to the farthest limits of the Plain of Lhasa. The day was warm for Lhasa. The willow trees were at their best, with leaves showing the youngest green. Small catkins, or pussy- willow, lent a pleasant myriad of yellow streaks to the green and brown background. Four hundred feet below the old man the colours blended most harmoniously with the gleam of the pellucid water showing through the lower branches. The old Chief Astrologer mused on the land before him, contemplated the mighty Potala in which he lived and which he so rarely left, and then only for the most pressing matters. No, no, he thought, let me not think of THAT yet; let me rest my eyes by enjoying the view. 7/171 There was much activity in the Village of Shö which clustered so snugly at the foot of the Potala. Brigands had been caught while robbing traders in the high mountain passes and had been brought to the Hall of Justice in the Village. Justice had already been dispensed to other offenders; men convicted of some serious crime or other walked away from the Hall, their chains clanking in tune with their steps.