Ashe Acharya John Rockwell
- Halifax, Nova Scotia
Ashe Acharya John Rockwell first met Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche in 1975 and entered the Buddhist and the Shambhala path. Over the many years of his journey, he taught Buddhist Studies at Naropa University, was co-director of Karme Choling, and was Director of Shambhala International. In 1996, he was named an acharya (senior teacher) by Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, and in 2001 was appointed the Ashe Acharya, in charge of the Shambhala Office of Practice and Education. For seven years he was resident acharya at Karme Choling in Vermont. During this time, he studied Taoist qigong with Eva Wong who authorized him to teach. Due to a long-time passion for the forest and nature, he is engaged in a naturalist training course with the Wilderness Awareness School. He now lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia with his wife and travels internationally to teach.
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Cameron Wenaus August 14, 2014
I remember when I first asked Acharya Rockwell about my meditation, he was so clear about telling me what to cultivate and what to recognize as an obstacle. That was 10 years ago. Since then I have been his student over many programs and he continues to remind me, again and again, of basic goodness. Being around him is a constant transmission of kindness and awake. I would love to invite him to our home town of Nelson, BC for a Mahamudra retreat one of these days.
Anie Boudreau August 15, 2014
I will be forever grateful for Acharya Rockwell's wisdom, kindness, and sense of humour. At my most difficult and fearful moment he showed me compassion in it's true form. Thank-you for your teachings and guidance, Acharya Rockwell! Your songs are still playing in my now oh-so-tender heart. :)
Dan Stebbins August 19, 2014
Acharya Rockwell combines profound teachings with down to earth humor and understanding. And a Qigong instructor too! If you've never heard a sadhana sung before, don't miss an opportunity.
Earth Victory, Proclamation of Wisdom August 27, 2014
I was at the Shambhala Mountain Center. It rained persistently and stayed cold enough, long enough to drive me to plan a trip to town, announcing that I planned to buy a parka. Thinking however, that mountains this cold must harbor a drinking man's watering hole somewhere nearby. The gentleman Rockwell offered me his parka unhesitatingly. I gave respect to that generosity while declining his offer by remaining in the camp, in the wind, rain, and senses of the surrounding mountains, trees, water, rocks, and creatures. To try to listen quietly, and if he were there I would go back and try again.