masters of her time, especially with Jamyang Khyentse, and he

blessed her by writing for her a special "heart advice." She

was sturdy and round, very much the boss of our household,

with a beautiful and noble face and a yogin's uninhibited,

even temperamental, nature. She seemed to be a very practical

woman, and she took direct charge of administering the family's

affairs. Yet a month before she died she changed completely,

in the most moving way. She who had been so busy

let everything drop, with a calm and carefree abandon. She

seemed to be continually in a state of meditation, and kept

singing out her favorite passages from the writings of

Longchenpa, the Dzogchen saint. She had enjoyed eating

meat; yet just before she died, she didn't want to touch meat

at all. She had been the queen of her world, and few people

had thought of her as a yoginl In her dying she showed who

she really was, and I shall never forget the profound peace

that radiated from her in those days.

Ani Pelu, in many ways, was my guardian angel; I think

she loved me specially because she had no children of her

own. My father was always very busy being Jamyang

Khyentse's administrator, and my mother was also busy with

her huge household; she did not think of things that Ani Pelu

never forgot. Ani Pelu would often ask my master: "What's

going to happen to this boy when he grows up? Is he going

to be all right? Is he going to have obstacles?" and sometimes

he would reply to her and say things he would never have

said about my future if she had not been there to badger him.

At the end of her life, Ani Pelu had tremendous serenity in

her being and stability in her spiritual practice, yet even she,

when she was at the point of death, made a request that I

should not be present, just in case her love for me might cause

her an instant's attachment. This shows how seriously she

took her beloved master Jamyang Khyentse's heart advice: "At

the moment of death, abandon all thoughts of attachment and



Her sister Ani Rilu had also spent her whole life practicing,

and had met the same great masters. She had a thick volume

of prayers, and she would recite prayers and practice all day

long. From time to time she would doze off, and when she

woke up again she would carry on practicing from where she

had left off. All day and all night she did the same thing, so

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