The Third Eye?

The Third Eye?

The first book I ever really read about spiritual matters 
was a book called The Third Eye, by Lobsang Rampa.

I loved this book, because it resonated with me on some spiritual level, so I decide to buy more of Losang's books.

I soon found out the guy was a big fake,
THE MAN WHO FOOLED THEM ALL
but I still found the basic truths of Tibetan Buddhism fascinating.  
"Tuesday Lobsang Rampa (1910-1981) rocketed to fame in 1956 with the publication of The Third Eye , a riveting account of growing up in Tibet. 
Despite having been originally rejected as a hoax and receiving horrendous reviews (only The Times called it "almost a work of art"), it became a massive international best-seller. 
Lobsang Rampa's publishers, Secker & Warburg, admitted that they, too, had had doubts about its authenticity, but thought it would make a good read anyway. 
They prefaced it with a statement saying that many of the author's stories were "inevitably hard to corroborate". 
On one occasion, to test the author's veracity, Lobsang Rampa's editor at Secker & Warburg read out some phonetic Tibetan to him to which he didn't react. 
When he was told that he had just failed to understand a single word of his "own language", Lobsang Rampa threw himself onto the floor, writhing in agony. 
He explained that he had been horrifically tortured by the Japanese in the war and had blocked out all knowledge of Tibetan by self-hypnotism.
In fact, he had done no such thing. 
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa was in reality Cyril Henry Hoskin, a plumber's son from Devon. There was a stark contrast between his actual character and his literary alter ego: Hoskin had never been outside England and didn't even own a passport. 
Exposed by the Daily Mail in 1958, based on information acquired by a private detective in the pay of Heinrich Harrer (author of the classic travelogue Seven Years in Tibet), Hoskin was unrepentant. 
He explained that the spirit of a Tibetan monk had possessed him after he fell out of a tree in his garden in London while trying to photograph an owl. 
Lobsang Rampa produced another 18 books, becoming the 20th century's best-known exponent of Tibetan Buddhism. 
In Doctor from Lhasa, he tells how he learnt to fly a plane, was captured by the Japanese during the Second World War, spent time in concentration camps as the official medical officer, and was one of very few people to survive the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima. 
In The Rampa Story, he describes journeying through Europe and the United States before transmigrating into the body of Cyril Henry Hoskin. 
His first name, "Tuesday", marked the day of the week on which his "reincarnation" took place.
Nor did he restrict himself to mere terrestrial travel, recounting a visit to Venus aboard a space ship and meeting two aliens helpfully named "the Tall One" and "the Broad One". 
He admitted that his fifth book, Living With the Lama, was not by "Lobsang Rampa" at all. 
It had all been dictated to him by Mrs Fifi Greywhiskers, his Siamese cat."

Having had an OBE at around the age of eleven, I knew consciousness didn't need a body to survive and that the body was just a vehicle for consciousness to operate in while on the earth plane.
But what was the connection point that tied the body and mind together I thought? 
The anchor point? 

 It seems to be the pineal gland.

 Eyes wide open?