Dakinis in Tibet
The members of the Explorers' Club gathered at their meeting
house one evening to find Sir Ferdinand Feghoot sipping a
brandy while leaning gingerly against the fireplace mantel.
"Ferdinand, old boy," shouted Sir Roger, "Back so soon from
the Peoples' Republic? Sit down and tell us all about it."
Sir Ferdinand grimaced. "I'd rather NOT sit down, Roggie old
boy. But, yes, my mission to China was a success. Not to
China, rather, but to old Tibet, the roof of the world,
shamelessly annexed by the Red Chinese."
"What brought you to such a cold, inhospitable place," asked
Sir Thomas. "Searching for ancient Buddhist Sutras? Or
perhaps on the trail of the Abominable Snowman?"
"They're called Yetis, these days, Tommie," replied
Ferdinand, "But, no, I was invited to help exorcize an
abandoned Buddhist temple. My friend Lama Mipham was allowed
to restore a long unused temple by the Chinese government.
Not for worship, you understand, but as a museum to further
extol the glories of the People's Republic. Lama Mipham felt
that even for his people merely to have access to the art and
architectural treasures stored therein would help prevent the
further loss of their traditions.
"But imagine his surprise, as he began clearing the temple,
at being physically attacked!"
"By brigands?" asked Sir Rupert, "Temple robbers, prying
loose rubies as big as your fist, that were used as third-eye
ornaments in enormous idols?"
"Lama Mipham is an expert martial artist," Feghoot
explained. "He could deal with common criminals. No, he was
attacked by supernatural defenders of the faith. Dakinis."
"Dakinis?" all the club members muttered in disbelief.
"Yes. It means 'skywalker,' you know. Ghostly women, of all
sizes, skin colors, some with animal heads, each armed with a
mystical weapon that produces very real physical damage."
"No wonder this monk fellow asked for your assistance," said
Sir Edmund, "You're well known as an accomplished exorcist.
Do sit down and elaborate."
Once again, Feghoot demurred. "I'll not be sitting down for
quite a while, I'm afraid. But I rushed to the temple, armed
with holy water, and a nasty three-sided dagger called a
'purba' that can pierce ghostly flesh."
"How exciting," whispered Sir Oscar.
"No sooner did Lama Mipham and I enter the temple, than a
huge, lion-headed, dark green Dakini with a head-chopping
sword gave an ear-shattering shriek. Lama Mipham splashed
holy water on her, and she vanished.
"Then a giantess, at least 12 feet tall, a red skinned
Dakini, hurled an arm-binding noose over us, but as she drew
us forward I stabbed her with the 'purba,' and she vanished.
"Next, a hugely obese dakini, blue-black with flames coming
out of every pore hurled a shoulder-piercing trident at Lama
Mipham, but he ducked, and countered by chanting the weapon
mantra, 'PHAT!' and she vanished."
"Insulted, I should guess," chuckled Sir Bernard.
"Well, to make a long story shorter," concluded Sir
Ferdinand, "There were dozens of dakinis, but Lama Mipham and
I vanquished every one of them, although one of diminutive
size (no bigger than my thumb) and saffron hue managed to
avoid my attention and wounded me in an embarrassing part of
Sir Harold gasped. "You mean..."
Feghoot nodded. . . . "She was an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny,
yellow, poke-a-butt Dakini." (ByAdam E. Ek based on a
character by Reginald Bretner)