Monday, June 14 1999. Jerusalem. The Dome of the Rock, sacred to three of the world’s major religions: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. First consecrated by the Israelites, the site was where Solomon erected his temple. It was revered by Christians as both an Old Testament site and because of its place in the life and ministries of Jesus Christ. And finally, for Muslims, the rock was sanctified by the story of the Prophet Mohammed’s Miraaj or Night Journey to Jerusalem and back to Mecca. From the top of the rock, Mohammed began his ascent to Heaven.
Me: a member of a small tour group, which includes my three children. We have just entered the main part of the Dome. We have been inside for several minutes, just enough time to oogle the lavishly decorated mosaic, faience and marble, which adorns the interior. There are Qur’anic inscriptions that span the centuries. We are appropriately in awe.
From nowhere, there appear men, dressed in dark suits. They demand that we leave immediately. These are serious-looking guys, the Muslim equivalent of the Secret Service. No one protests. As we exit, I imagine the headlines: “Massive bomb explodes in Dome of the Rock, Killing Small Group of Innocent Tourists Who Haven’t Even Had Time to Eat Lunch.”
We stand outside, tossing possibilities around. They all involve bad things. We want to be gone, and we want to know what’s going on at the same time. Another group passes by us. I hear “The Dalai Lama is coming to visit the Dome.” We all turn. From across the tiled plaza that surrounds the dome, I see a handful of people coming up one of the stairways. We run toward the stairway. The handful is actually four men tightly surrounding one person in the middle.
And there he is: A small man, wearing a flourescent yellow baseball cap with the brim turned sideways. The years have dimmed some memories in my life, but not the color nor intensity of this baseball cap. He is wearing his robes, the easily identifiable clothing I have seen in many photos. He is holding a bottle of water. It is the baseball cap turned sideways and the water that are mesmerizing to me. I register two things: He, like me, can feel the desert sun on this summer day. He, like me, is fashion-challenged when he travels. The realization is liberating.
I break away from my group. I am within inches of the men that surround him. For some reason, they don’t stop me. I walk right up to the Dalai Lama and extend my hand to him. His face lights up and he breaks out in a huge smile. He takes my hand. My hand vibrates.
He lets go of my hand, passes and disappears into the coolness of the Dome. The doors close behind him. I turn back to the people in my group, who stand staring at me. I walk back to them, and we continue on to our next destination.
It will be at least 15 minutes before my right hand stops vibrating.
Kathryn McCullough
September 29, 2011
Way cool, Renee! Are you sure it’s not still vibrating?
Kathy
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Only when I think about it.
nrhatch
September 29, 2011
How awesome. Of all the people in the world I’d like to meet, he tops the list. 😀
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
It was amazing, considering I knew people who stood in line for hours, just to catch a glimpse of him somethere.
chlost
September 29, 2011
Amazing. I would never have guessed that the security people would let you touch him. You have been touched by grace. Did it change you or your way of thinking in any way?
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
The entire trip through Israel was overwhelming. I think when it happened, I didn’t really have time to process it fully.
mzem
September 29, 2011
Oh my, two magickal happenings in a moment of time. How long did you go before you actually washed your hand? Thanks for sharing this inspiring moment.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
You are welcome. I actually did think at the time that I might not ever wash my hand. But alas, I did.
daeja's view
September 29, 2011
awesome.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Yes, it was.
Vonnie
September 29, 2011
Wow! I would liken it to the woman who touched Jesus’ garment and was healed by the power that Jesus felt leave his body!
Jean Huang Photography
September 29, 2011
That’s some kind of experience. I don’t know what I would have done. Maybe too sheepish to walk up. 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Thank goodness for the baseball cap.
ifiwerebraveblog
September 29, 2011
Wow. Aren’t you glad you broke away from your group to approach him? Awesome.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Yes, yes, yes. And I know it was because of the baseball cap. It really did make him seem more approachable.
California Kid
September 29, 2011
What a remarkable event that must of been for you Renee. It must of been your fate to have shook his hand that day from the way things played out that day for you. I plan to take a trip to Tibet next year in hopes of discovering my true spiritual self by interacting with the many living Buddhist monks who share the same spiritual beliefs that the Dalai Lama does. I hope to have the same vibrating experience you had on that June day in 1999.
I posted a quote from the Dalai Lama in my blog that you might enjoy reading: http://qwestore.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/how-much-is-life-worth/
dragonfae
September 29, 2011
Oh wow Renee … that is so awesome! It’s surprising that the security folks didn’t tackle you. And really cool that they didn’t. I imagine the energy he gives off is so amazing, no wonder your hand was vibrating! 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
It was unbelievable, for sure.
Hippie Cahier
September 29, 2011
I’m glad he wasn’t wearing a fanny pack.
This is really a “wow” story. Wow!
I like that “for some reason” they didn’t stop you. I’m one of those inclined to think there was a reason, just not one that we necessarily need to know or understand.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
I’m with you.
She's a Maineiac
September 29, 2011
What an amazing story! The baseball cap makes me laugh. Still, I don’t know if I would have had the guts to walk up to him. Good for you for not letting that moment slip on by!
Amy
September 29, 2011
I actually started tearing up reading this. That is beyond amazing.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Wow, thanks Amy!
lexy3587
September 29, 2011
wow – what an experience!
pegoleg
September 29, 2011
Such an unforgettable moment! What amazes me is that this man, head of a religion whose beliefs are very different from that of the 3 world religions for whom the Dome is sacred, still comes to this site, no doubt with reverence.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
I’ve thought about that. A profound reverance for life makes no distinction between people or belief systems. And that degree of reverance is shared by fewer and fewer people nowadays. The Dalai Lama is is one of those.
Alaina
September 29, 2011
Uh oh. This is one of those moments when I begin to fear that I am one of the only people in the world with a hearty skepticism about religious figures. I grew up in a very conservative religious sect that accords the highest respect to its priests (of course, they refuse to ordain women). As I became an adult, I learned more and more that we’re all just human. If I had a chance to meet the Pope, Dalai Lama or similar religious figure, I might relish it for the story it would make for credulous people. But otherwise, I don’t think I’d care to meet them. I’d much rather have lunch and see some art. During this story, I am less overwhelmed at the “vibrations” of shaking the Dalai Lama’s hand and more indignant that everyone was expected to clear the area for him, no questions asked. I would’ve been annoyed at the interruption. But that is clearly just me. ( :
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
That’s OK to feel that way. I’m not religious for several reasons. One of them is that I have always believed that religion does more to separate people than to bring them together. Another is that religious dogma is man-made but is then treated as if it came from a higher plane. But the Dalai Lama is in different category for me, primarilay because I see Buddhism as less about dogma than about the seeking of the higher self. I’m not about to become Buddhist, but I certainly understand people who choose that path.
notquiteold
September 29, 2011
How amazing. I hope if I ever had that kind of chance, that I would be brave enough to approach.
winsomebella
September 29, 2011
Great story, told exceptionally. Thanks.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
And thank you!
Deborah the Closet Monster
September 29, 2011
Never before have the words “holy wow” been so appropriate. Reading this, it was if I was there seeing it through your eyes. So magnificent.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Thanks, Deborah. Yes, I guess “holy wow” is a great way to put it.
BugginWord
September 29, 2011
*blink. blink*
That was so riveting I really couldn’t blink until the end. Also? You know I’m going to have to lick your hand if I ever get to meet you in person, right? You should probably start carrying hand sanitizer now.
lifeintheboomerlane
September 29, 2011
Hey, why did your comments come up in my “Please Moderate” list? There is absolutely nothing about you that should be moderated. Ever. At any time. For any reason. And you can lick my hand anytime, but you should know that you will be following Miracle the Cat, who hangs out in seedy places.
omawarisan
September 30, 2011
Ok, know it is so non Buddhist of me to desire to have that experience, but I do.
TheIdiotSpeaketh
September 30, 2011
That is so cool! I love how you described the whole experience. My Dad met Nelson Mandela in South Africa once and he was left with much the same experience as what you just described. 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
September 30, 2011
Wow. Nelson Mandela would have been another person who I would have gone right up to and extended my hand. I am in awe of him, as well.
sufilight
September 30, 2011
How wonderful you met him and shook his hand! I am also not religious but see the Dalai Lama as a spiritual leader that can transcend all religions. His words “Kindness is my religion” says it all. 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
September 30, 2011
Thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane. And, yes, that’s how I see him. His words transcend all religions.
Debbie Adams
September 30, 2011
What an extraordinary experience !
bardessdmdenton
October 1, 2011
What an extraordinary experience. And I love the way it was touched and in some way made more wonderful by the ordinary touches of the yellow baseball cap and the bottle of water. Thanks for sharing!
lifeintheboomerlane
October 1, 2011
And thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane!
Heather Whitley Gibson
October 2, 2011
my mother was sort of encapsulated by meeting him, but later it really kind of grounded her, the funny thing was she was so focused the tree. Just like it was described -sort of beautiful/ordinary/blessed…
lifeintheboomerlane
October 3, 2011
Thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane, Heather. “Beautiful/ordinary/blessed” is a great way to describe it.