I used to think success was driving down a beach-front highway having to choose between breathing in the new car smell from your convertible, or putting the top down for some salt air.
1 week ago, I had neither of those choices and today the very thought of beach air and new car smell makes me fucking sick.
Before I get into this, let me be clear: this is not a confession of guilt for anything I’ve done. I never wanted all this shit. From the very start it was only about one thing: Getting my son, James a birthday present.
I wasn’t even trying to get him the BEST or the BIGGEST or the most EXPENSIVE birthday present. Just
A present. The present I set out to get.
But instead...
I went to the 7/11 on Santa Monica and bought a MegaMillions lotto ticket.
My name is Daniel Baxter, and this is the day I thought I won the lottery.
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April 8, 2022 – 2:03AM
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I’m at the Hollywood Casino. I’ve got every penny to my name spread across the craps table and some dickhead on his bachelor party holds the dice of fate in his clammy little hands.
My last 3 meals have been from discarded room service trays at LAX Hilton, my truck doesn’t start without a prayer and the tires have been leaking air for the last month which is fine because now I know the location of every free air filling station in LA County.
If I’d paid my phone bill, it’d be buzzing a crater in my leg from my ex, Lenora, asking if I’d picked up our son’s birthday gift with the $200 she gave me.
“Gave me” isn’t quite the right term. She handed it to me with a scowl then told me “if you gamble this shit you’ll never fucking see him again.” Things had been tense lately.
But none of that matters because this guy’s been hot and it’s with his help that I’ve turned that 200 hundred into almost 3 grand. The only question is; are the rhythms with me or not?
Maybe you call it God. Maybe you call it Karma or the natural vibe of the earth or mercury or whatever. When the rhythms are on, everything goes your way. You crush your yearly review at work and get the raise you’re after or you’re at some party and you’ve got everyone eating outta the palm of your hand.
Most things are math. Craps is math. Poker is math. Phone bills are math. Divorce rates are math and if I keep having to eat off of room service trays, the likelihood of me waking up with diarrhea is math.
It’s all just probability. But when the rhythms are on, the probability doesn’t matter. You could take a 1 and a million shot back-to-back and hit it twice. That’s what the rhythm can do for you.
Summer of 2018 I was up over 2 million. I couldn’t lose a hand of blackjack, I couldn’t crap out if I tried, I couldn’t say the wrong thing to Lenora and every time I walked into the room my son, James, would light up like a fucking lantern.
It used to be me and Lenora at the tables. The place was always open, the food is fine and the drinks are free. If we weren’t at the tables we were in the lounge talking Black Jack strategy or in the bar talking game theory or hanging out at the slots like a couple’a mice pressing a button and waiting for the cheese to pop out.
Sometimes it’s nice to be a mouse. I’ve got rats in my house. They don’t pay rent or go food shopping. All they have to do is avoid eating a piece of death cheese or poison and honestly that’s not too far off from how I live anyways.
When we had James, things changed though. As Lenora put it “risking your son’s dinner isn’t chasing something it’s chasing nothing.” And I guess the 45-minute commute to the Hollywood wasn’t a valuable use of her time. Lots of people commute to work even longer. When I was working at Goldman, I commuted an hour and a half each way from Connecticut. Granted I was on a train but the point is we all commute to work.
It was nice having her here. It was nice seeing James with a smile. It was nice to check my bank account and feel a life raft around me, rather than a black hole forming in my bellybutton.
But the rhythms shifted.
Now it’s just me here next to Lenny with the beard, Jackie with the cigar and Jonie who’s been serving drinks here so long her face should be on the highway billboards. After Lenora broke it off with me she got together with Kelton who works for a hedge fund which (for the record) is still gambling. He’s just doing it with other people’s money.
James’ 9th birthday is three days away. He wants an iPad and soon as I cash out, I’ll be able to pick one up, maybe kick some back to Lenora and spread some cash around to the litany of people I’m on the hook to.
I’m one big night away from wiping it all out. I just need one hit. One night of pure rhythm... and I’ll be back.
The shooter shakes the dice in his hand then tosses ‘em. I watch them clack on the table walls below me, but before they even settle on the pass line, I can already feel the star implode in my stomach.
In a flash, my hard work is raked away by some new guy named Carl with a moustache and not a single ounce of sympathy.
The party’s at Lenora (and Kelton’s) which was fine because honestly, I didn’t just have rats.
The rats came in chasing the cockroaches but when a bunch of them got into my Cadbury Mini Egg stash and died under the living room floor, a pack of fleas picked the carcass clean before making their way into the carpet above. So, yeah...at the moment I have fleas, cockroaches and rats. I had a bug bomb guy coming in a couple days but things were gonna be a little itchy until then.
It's three days until the party. I’ve got no gift and if I show up without that 200 bucks I may never see my kid again.
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April 8, 2022 – 6:32AM
There’s only so much you can do on a security guard’s salary and being paid $12 an hour to guard millions of dollars in Mercedes automobiles is hilarious. What am I supposed to do if some guy comes in to steal a car? Lay my life on the line and hope my out-of-pocket HMO covers bullet wounds?
I don’t even have dental. I got a root canal that needed to be recapped 10 minutes after it was put in.
I’ve been on Mr. Jenkins about a raise but he keeps telling me “we gotta sell more cars, Davey,” as if I’m the one selling cars. I’m a fucking security guard what the hell’s that gotta do with me? Last I checked it was my job to keep cars on the lot and getting them off was yours.
Jenkins owns every car dealer on Van Nuys. Maybe you’ve seen his ads on TV where he slides into frame wearing a suit while riding a surfboard just to say “COME ON DOWN!” He can afford to buy a surfboard for tv ad that has no mention of surfing or aquatic sports of any kind but he can’t pay me an extra $3 an hour so I can re-introduce cold foods to my diet.
I spend most of my shift eyeing the mint green on onyx black SLS convertible they keep in the lobby. It’s flashy but it’s got a nut sack under the hood so you know you could back it up if you went toe-to-toe with some clown at a red light. Sometimes I just stare at it but I never touch it. I only wanna touch it when it’s mine. Which it would be...
Maybe I could steal it and sell it to get the iPad and some other shit. I know all the codes but then again I wouldn’t need the whole car. The thing costs half a mill. Maybe I could lift a rear-view mirror. Who would notice? Then again with the way the rhythm’s set I’d probably bump into the fucking FBI on the way out.
I’ve been doing my best to get things together but the cards aren’t falling my way and there’s not much you can really do about that. I’ve been going to the Hollywood for 15 years so I know I’m due for a run.
Me and Lenny talking about this all the time at the lounge. Sometimes you’re on the downbeat and sometimes you’re on the upbeat. Lately I feel like it’s been all downs but the thing about being a father though, is that you’re not the only one on that ride.
It used to be that I could take a few down weeks or months even. Sleep in the car, call the landlord and talk them out of breaking down the door but when you got a kid everything changes. You suffer, he suffers. Lately Lenora’s been paying for that but you see she keeps a tally. She says she doesn’t but she does.
Every time she has to pay for something she looks at me like I’m the biggest piece of shit then says “It’s ok, David.” Which it really isn’t.
The fees and stuff aren’t the real problem. It’s being able to take James out and take care of him. She wants to take that away from me and honestly I don’t blame her.
Last week my card got declined trying to pay for ice cream. James had already eaten half of his and the lady made us give it back. He didn’t talk to me the whole way home then 2 days later Lenora told me James didn’t really like spending time with me anymore. A week after that she filed for sole custody and told me they were thinking about moving to Chicago. Who the fuck would want to live there? It’s cold as fuck and the people are assholes.
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April 8, 2022 – 12:20PM
I do pickups for a porta-john company on the side. It’s just temporary. I don’t clean the shit I just spray down the units and suck out cans and shit with a wet-vac before this guy named Pete sticks a hose in the back and drains the whole thing out.
I’m always surprised by what people put on the walls of a john. Usually it’s just drawings like hearts and shit but sometimes the rhythm finds you there too. One time I spotted a phone number Sharpied on a toilet seat but it was missing 1 number. 8 digits. Kinda like 4 roulette numbers right?
I took em to the Hollywood and won 5 grand on one roll! Hasn’t worked again for me yet... but that’s the thing about it man.
But today I’m cleaning out a row of johns after some music festival which by the way is far and away the worst clean ups to get. Sure you see these kids all cleaned up online in some tweed outfit or some shit but you should see the shit that comes out of these kids. It’s like paving tar with glitter and red bull cans.
I look down in the last john I’m hosing down and I see something. Peaking out of the mounds I see: a $20 bill.
I stared at it for a second but I could hear Pete coming down the line about to suck it into oblivion. I never seen cash in the john before. Sometimes you hear a coin clank through the hose but a 20 bill just staring you right in the face?
I did what any man would do. I grabbed it and when I pulled my hand out I was half expecting it to be missing a layer of skin.
Later I’m sitting in the truck staring at this 20 bucks thinking “why would this come to me?” There had to be a reason. It wasn’t just on the floor of some john. It was in the last john after the nastiest event at a time when all I needed was one shot.
It was the rhythm.
But having to do that for just $20 didn’t add up. There had to have been a greater purpose and you know what they say about money. You don’t let it sleep. You wanna get that money out and get it working.
Craps kicked my teeth in this morning and you can’t do shit with 20 bucks on a blackjack table. I had to think bigger.
Then I’m driving home from work and I see the 7/11. Powerball was at 2.11 BILLION. The biggest in history. If you got all 6 numbers right you got the whole chicken. If you got 5 you got just shy of 8 million bucks. Boom.
I had my usual numbers but this wasn’t a usual day. I told the cashier to give me “all randoms today.” 10 slips at $2 each.
That night I sat down on my couch waiting for the Powerball to come on tv... then I blacked out.
The next thing I knew I was staring at 6 numbers lit up on my tv screen: 08, 07, 14, 29, 40, 16
And on my slip: 08, 07, 14, 29, 40, 22
I had 5 out of 6 numbers. I’d just won 8 million dollars
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April 9, 2022 – 9:01AM
I’m standing in line at the California Lottery Offices. It’s not some huge expansive place. It’s a shitty little line up of people with various ailments trying to dispute their $5 winning ticket.
My mind is racing. Who do I pay back first? Do they give me the cash here? Is it in a duffel bag? When do I have to hold that big ass check? Do I wear a mask? I saw a guy do it in a scream mask once to maintain his anonymity. Honestly it might be nice to be seen. Not only has everyone seen me as a piece of shit forever but also I haven’t exactly kept a detailed list of everyone I owe money to.
It’d be good for people to just hit me up, I can cut a check and tell them “thanks for your patience.” Maybe I’d even give them a little off the top as a tip.
The guy a the counter basically spat in my face; “It’s gotta be reviewed. Takes 2-5 days. We’ll email you a link to collect any winnings.” It was like I just accused him of something. No congratulations or anything which at first, I was pissed about but then I realized that clearly I wasn’t the first asshole who thought they won the lottery.
Except I really did. 2-5 days was nothing. I’d been living in the shit for years I could do another few days.
Stepping outside, everything looked the same. The air wasn’t purer or the sunlight any more sunlightier and I still had to fill up my tires at the Shell on Cahuenga. There’s something about being rich without actually having any appearance of being rich.
That secret alone is like having a bomb in your pocket. People treat you regular, they smile and make conversation but deep down you think...if I pulled this out I could kill you with it.
But when people do think you have money, the more of it they give you.
I rolled in the doors of the Hollywood like I always did. Lenny called me a bullshitter, Jackie barely even put her cigarette down and Jonie didn’t even bring me a drink because I didn’t actually have any money on the table. I didn’t even have money in my pocket. I’d spent it all on the Megamillions and I hadn’t eaten since perusing the halls for leftover room service the night before.
Then news hit. My face was on every TV in the place. “Local man wins 8 million dollar jackpot.”
I checked my phone to see if it was blowing up, then remembered I still hadn’t paid the bill in months. So I was good there.
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April 9, 2022 – 11:11AM
If you’ve ever been on a casino floor you know that it’s never silent. But I swear to God if you were on the floor when that news hit, you could’ve heard the rats eating my Mini Eggs 20 miles away. Everyone’s eyes were trained on me. For a second I even felt all the security cams shift over in my direction.
I couldn’t stand being on the floor with nothing to play with so Lenny set me up with his guy who got me a little walking around money. Japanese guy who I met in a Burger King across the street. Weird dude. Not sure what his name was.
I didn’t wanna go too nuts so I just took out a small loan. 50k at 20 points. I thought about it for a second then realized I didn’t really give a shit about the interest. 10 grand to me in a week doesn’t mean nearly as much as 50 does now. It’s just value proposition. It would have been stupid NOT to take out the loan honestly.
Walking into the casino with 50 grand in my pocket and slamming it down on the table feels a lot like taking out your dick at an orgy only when your dick comes out it’s a 60 foot cigarette boat with flames painted on the side.
But then I learned what I remembered years ago. Losing money and gaining money at that point meant almost nothing.
So losing 2 grand a hand wasn’t such a big deal because I could be making 5 on the next. That’s why I needed a little more when I lost the full 50.
Another 100k or so at another 20 points should do the trick.
It didn’t take long to realize that both winning and losing money meant almost nothing to me. So I ventured out.
A tailored suit for me (ready in 2-3 days on a rush).
An iPad for James with all the bells and whistles.
6 dozen roses sent to Lenora’s house signed “your secret admirer.” just to fuck with Kelton.
A watch for me, Lenny and Jodie.
Some special cigar Jackie had always been eyeing.
New pairs of Nikes for all of us.
And a limousine to my dentist’s office.
I paid in cash for the cap replacement, they gave me some pills and told me not to mix them with alcohol but honestly I was a little distracted by the old molar cap sitting on the table. I had an idea.
“Are you gonna just throw that away?” I asked her.
By now I realized I didn’t have a phone to receive my winnings via email. So, I stopped a guy in the lobby and paid him 2 grand cash for his before popping a few pills and slugging some champagne in the limo.
There was barely enough time to sit back and relax. I had a lifetime of debt and yearning for shit to burn through.
We made it to the Mercedes dealership but the pain killers kicked in and I could barely feel my hands as they ran across the SLS’s mint green paint. Bummer.
Jenkins sauntered over asking if I was working today and all I remember saying was “I want it.” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, so I put the remaining cash I had down on the table and said it again. “I WANT IT.”
They ran my credit (which was dog shit. Didn’t matter) and I looked Jenkins in his fat little face again and said “I don’t give a fuck.” He sold it to me, financed at 25 percent interest. Then when he went to fetch my paperwork and keys I took a shit on his desk, shoved the molar cap and a $20 bill in it before using his jacket to wipe my ass. Felt right. Don’t really know why.
I had walked into the CA lottery offices at 9am to start the review process on my ticket’s authenticity.
By 11am, I was watching news break from the Hollywood Casino.
By 10pm I had accrued more debt than a small country.
I hadn’t received a dime from the lotto.
And I needed more walking around money.
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April 10, 11, 12 – who the fuck knows what time
The next few days were a blur but there are a few things I’ll never forget.
Quitting my job.
Hiring the limo for the week.
Trying to shit after 3 days of having nothing but fast food, champagne and pain killers.
Fielding questions at the party from Kelton’s asshole friends who told me “lotto rich isn’t real rich.”
And the heat of my house burning to the ground as James and I stood there watching with a can of gas in our hands.
He didn’t even want the iPad.
The rhythms were sliding back. James had that smile plastered back in his face and even Lenora was happy to see me.
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April 16, 7:35AM
“Dear Mr. Baxter. Congratulations! You’ve successfully matched FOUR of six winning numbers. Below please find a link to collect your winnings of $10,000.”
I read it over and over again. Over and over and over.
When I called the offices an nice woman on the phone informed me that due to a printing malfunction the ticket had appeared to show the number 8 when in fact it was a 6.
They even managed to maintain a sense of excitement. I mean why wouldn’t they? They think I just won $10,000. They had no idea I’d bought a car I couldn’t afford, burned my house down, taken a shit on my boss’ desk, maxed out 3 new credit cards and borrowed a inordinate amount of money from people at a borderline illegal interest rate.
The limo company took my ride away and with no home I’ve spent the last 2 days parked on the Pacific Coast Highway, sleeping in the brand new Mercedes I can’t afford, in a suit I shouldn’t have bought, showering in the YMCA down the street, and eating 2-day-old coconut shrimp.
All of a sudden I’m fucked again. But as I stare out at the Pacific, my phone dings. It’s an alert from the Chase banking app. My lotto winnings of $10,000 have just hit my account and the only question is...
Are the rhythms with me or not?

All Nyingma temples w/ livestream in the United States & Canada. Yeah. I know. It took me months to collect these. If you are looking for a complete list of all Nyingma temples (including the ones with NO livestream) I will post that separately at rTibetanBuddhism. (It will be titled: "All Nyingma Temples in US & Canada") But below are the temples with livestream only. We will improve this list and add more details like links to Facebook and event pages. The reason why I have the bandwidth to do this is because this is my school/tradition. (I hope someone else could do this for Drikung & Karma Kagyu because there are a lot more of those out there but I just don't have the time to do it for the Kagyu school. Sorry.)
Some that are not included on this list:

• All the ones with no livestream (I will put those in the complete Nyingma list)
• Dzogchen-focused centers, the Lama Lenas and Namkhai Norbu centers. (I'll make a separate post on that),
• Some quasi-independent teachers that I've never heard of and don't necessarily have a temple or center. We will just have to add that as we go along.
• Some groups with 'issues' or controversies.

Anyway...
Many people here don't go to the temple due to a variety of reasons. ("There are no temples near me", "I'm new, I don't know where to go", "I don't know which group is right", "I don't know the culture, I don't want to offend anybody by visiting.", "My life schedule doesn't allow me to visit local temples.")
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THIS POST IS FOR YOU
Nyingma (literally 'old school') is the oldest of the four major schools of Tibetan Buddhism. (The others are Gelug, Kagyu, Sakya)
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CANADA

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Pema Lingpa
BC Canada
Web: https://www.pemalingpa.ca/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Pema-Lingpa-Nyingma-Buddhist-Meditation-Centre-126397884207546/
Teacher: Lopon
Livestream: Yes
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Palyul Vancouver
BC Canada
https://www.palyulvancouver.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Riwoche
Toronto, Canada
https://riwoche.com/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Palyul Ottawa
Ottawa, Ontario
https://palyulottawa.org/ https://www.palyulcanada.org/
Teacher: Monastic (non-resident)
Livestream: Yes
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Riwotsegya Throma
Toronto, Canada
http://riwotsegya.ca/
Teacher: Monastic/Lay
Livestream: Yes
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UNITED STATES

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Vajrayana Foundation
Watsonville, California
https://www.vajrayana.org/
Teachers: Monastic, Lay
Livestream: Yes
Sister Sites:
https://www.tsogyalcenter.com/
https://www.heartteachings.com/
https://www.jnanasukha.org/
https://www.iamyeshetsogyal.com/
https://livesanghajourneys.squarespace.com/
https://dudjomtersarngondro.com/
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Dudjom Tersar Ngondro
(Progam of the Vajrayana Foundation at the Pema Osel Ling Retreat Center)
Watsonville, CA
https://dudjomtersarngondro.com/
Teacher: Monastics, lay
Livestream: Yes
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Awam Tibetan Buddhist Institute
Tucson, AZ
https://www.awaminstitute.org/
Teacher: Yes, a yogi. Khenpo Dean
Livestream: No, but Lots of video teachings.
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Dawn Mountain
Houston, TX
https://www.dawnmountain.org/
Teacher: Lay Lama, Dr. Klein
Livestream: Yes
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Urgyen Samten Ling
Salt Lake, UT
Web: https://urgyensamtenling.org/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LamaThuptenRinpoche/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/urgyensamtenling/
Instagram: https://instagram.com/urgyensamtenling?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Teacher: Monastic, Lay, Ngakpa
Livestream: Yes
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Chagdud Gonpa
LA, California
https://www.chagdudgonpa.org/
Teacher: Lay lamas
Livestream: Yes
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Chagdud Gonpa-Padma Ling
Spokane, WA
https://www.chagdudgonpa.org/centers/padma-ling
Local Teacher: Lay lama
Livestream: Yes
(Other Branches like Amrita and others: https://www.chagdudgonpa.org/centers-practice-groups)
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Namchak & Lama Tsomo
https://www.namchak.org/
Teacher: Laity/Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Songtsen Gampo
Cleveland, OH
https://songtsengampo.org/
Teacher: Yes, monk, currently on retreat.
Livestream: Yes
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Padma Rigdzin
Henderson, NV
https://padmarigdzinling.org/
Teacher: Yes a yogi
Livestream: Yes
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Orgyen Khamdroling
Denver, CO
Website: https://orgyenkhamdroling.org/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AnyenRinpoche
Teacher: Tulku
Livestream: Yes
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Pema Kilaya
Clinton, WA
https://www.pemakilaya.org
Teacher: Lay, Tulku
Livestream: Yes
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Odiyana Institute
Santa Ana, CA
https://www.odiyanainstitute.org/contact
Teacher: Monk (Unverified)
Livestream: Yes
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Bodhicitta Sangha
Web: https://www.bodhicittasangha.org
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heartofenlightenmentinstitute
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/useKhenpoSherabSangpo/videos?
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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John Myrdhin Reynolds / Lama Vajranatha
Teacher: Lay Ngakpa
https://vajranatha.com/
Livestream: Yes
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MMC - Lama Michael Reynolds
mindfulnessmeditationcenters.com
Teacher: Former monk turned ngakpa lama
Livestream: Yes
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Orgyen Dorje Den
Alameda, California
https://www.orgyendorjeden.org/
Teachers: Yes, monks
Livestream: Yes
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Dechen Rang Dharma Center
San Jose, California
https://www.dechenrang.org/
Teacher: Monastics
Livestream: Yes
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Lhundrup Chöling
LA, California
http://www.lhundrupcholing.org/
Teacher: Lay lama
Livestream: Yes
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Ari Bhöd
Pasadena, CA
http://aribhod.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Mangala Shri Bhuti - Phuntsok Choling
Ward, CO
https://mangalashribhuti.org/
Teacher: Lama, family, wife, and son are teachers too
Livestream: Yes
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Blazing Wisdom Institute - Tulku SherdoSherab
Albany, NY
https://www.blazingwisdom.org/
Teacher: Yes, Tulku
Livestream: Yes
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Mipham Shedra
Westminster, CO
http://miphamshedra.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Nyingma Palyul Dharma Center
East Elmhurst, NY
https://www.palyulnyc.org/npdc/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Palyul Ohio
Ohio
https://www.palyulohio.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Palyul Dallas
Dallas, TX
https://palyuldallas.org/
Teacher: Monastic (Unsure if they currently have a teacher)
Livestream: Yes (Unverified but you can attend other Palyul livestream)
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Palyul Choekhor
Erie, PA
https://www.palyulerie.org/about/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Palri Pema Od Ling
Austin, TX
https://www.palri.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Palyul DC
DC, WA
https://palyuldc.org/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Heruka Institute (website dead? Facebook active)
Seattle, WA
https://herukainstitute.org/
https://www.facebook.com/HerukaInstitute/
Teacher: Monastic
Livestream: Yes
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Katog Tingzin Ling
Miami, FL
https://katogmiami.org/
Teacher: None
Livestream: https://katog.org/online-practice-sessions/
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Katog Janaling
Salt Lake, UT
http://www.katogjanaling.org/
Teacher; Yes
Livestream: https://katog.org/online-practice-sessions/
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Dharmata Foundation
Point Richmond, CA
https://www.dharmata.org
Teacher: Laity (former monk)
Livestream: Yes
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Ati Ling
Junction City, California
http://atiling.org
Teacher: Jigme Tromge Rinpoche, a tulku, and is the son of Chagdud Rinpoche. He is not a monk, but has done several 3 year Lama retreats.
Livestream: Yes
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Buddhist San Diego
San Diego
https://www.buddhistsandiego.com/
Teacher: Laity
Livestream: Yes
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Dorje Ling
Portland, OR
https://dorjelingportland.org/
Teacher: None (monk recently died) Currently led by a lay teacher
Livestream: Yes
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Padmasambhava Center
HQ - NYC
https://www.padmasambhava.org/
Teacher: Monastic & lay
Livestream: None
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Padmasambhava Center - Palm Beach Dharma Center
Florida, US
https://www.pbdc.net/
Teacher: Monastic & lay
Livestream: SOME
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Padmasambhava Center - Yeshe Tsogyal House
Nashville, TN
https://www.pbc-tn.org/
Teacher: Monastic & lay
Livestream: None (or yes during Sat for Ngondro)
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Padmasambhava Meditation Center (PMC)
Denver, CO
https://padmasambhavameditationcenter.org/
Teacher: Yes, lay
Livestream: None
Other branches: https://www.pbdc.net/intl-pbc-cenerts/
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For a complete list of Nyingma presence in the US/Canada (including the ones with no livestream) click here