Shambhala Prayer

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O all-around perfect Adibuddha (Kalachakra), Clear Evolved from First of All, who made the great distant lineage widespread in the cities of Shambhala, my ever-vigilant sublime teacher, please make these words of truth come true that I request to you.

In the city called Kapala in the northern direction a place where bodhisattvas, Kalachakra and others remain stable forever and the hallowed measures of Dharma are supremely widespread, in the grandest palace, even more magnificent than the excellent mansion of Indra, square with walls twelve ancient miles in length, blazing adorned with copious gems, surrounded by nine hundred million villages, in a magnificent pleasure grove, more exceptional than those in the lands of the gods, are two mandala palaces, a grand and a small, of the Adibuddha. Just to behold them heralds the supreme actual attainment.

As their cause, they are made of priceless jewels, to their right and left are delightful great lakes filled with gems and twelve ancient miles in size, while the people have both a wealth of gems and the wealth of passing their time with the preventive measures of Dharma.

O sublime teacher, starting from now until a mere seven hundred years have been spent and you have become Rudra the Forceful, the Holder of the Castes, and have defeated the troops of the savage hordes so that the times are made like an age having everything complete, then without straying from the previous paths you have promised, take care of me as well, as the first of your circle.

O sublime teacher – supreme, hallowed and ever-vigilant – when you ride a stone-horse with the power of the wind and, with a short spear in hand, stab their Infantile-Minded Bala-mati and defeat him for sure, take care of me.

When you stand supreme in the midst of a fearsome massed army of a million military forces with various colors, four hundred thousand trained elephants made drunk by spirits, forty billion crazed elephants, as well as golden chariots and armed foot-soldiers, and you yourself stab their Infantile-Minded Bala-mati, and your Possessor of Deadly Arms, Hanu-manta, stabs with his sharp weapon their Mahachandra-putra, Great Son of the Moon, riding a horse, and your twelve great gods like Forceful Rudra and so on put an end to all their legions of anti-gods and more, and your elephants soundly defeat their elephants, your stone-horses demolish their horses, your earth-protectors tame their earth-protectors, and you cut completely the savage hordes continuing line, then when you spread all manners of the Dharma measures as exemplified by those of the Adibuddha, take care of me too.

After you have taught the Dharma measures like this for many years and then, in the year of the horse, in the second month, the twenty-second day, with the sound of the music made by heroic celestial youths and maids, when you pass together with hundreds of thousands along the pathway of blissful time to Akanishta, the Realm Beneath Nothing, and manifest there as a Sambhogakaya Corpus of Full Use, may I as well attain the highest state of a Buddha.