Last January, a 15-year-old boy known as the 17th Gyalwang Karmapa, one of the highest ranking lamas in Tibetan Buddhism, found his way over the Himalayas to India after an 875-mile trek from Beijing. His unexpected escape from China caused consternation in the Indian capital as well as in Dharamsala, the seat of the Dalai Lama, where the young fugitive took shelter. So far, India has issued the Karmapa a visa to travel only within its borders, but the Karmapa's movements are being closely watched half a world away--in Woodstock, New York, the artist's colony-cum-bedroom community that lent the 1969 rock festival its name.

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In the mid 1970s, exiled Kagyu lamas, invited to teach in Woodstock, noted the uncanny resemblance of the Catskills to the Himalayan foothills of Rumtek--the Karmapa's seat-in-exile. Kalu Rimpoche, a chief emissary to the then Karmapa, the current high lama's predecessor, also noted that Woodstock constituted an ideal setting for transmission of the dharma, with its large peak, Mt. Guardian, and both a river (the Hudson) and a lake (the Ashokan reservoir) nearby. Soon a search began for a proper monastery site in the area, and in 1976 a nonprofit company was formed, called Karma Triyana Dharmachakra (KTD).

Two years later, the Mead Mountain House, a historic Woodstock inn, and its grounds went up for sale. Kalu Rimpoche had visited it and remembered it fondly as the place he had laughed long and loud with an eccentric priest from a small church nearby. The Tibetans happily bought the somewhat dilapidated building, consecrating it as a Buddhist monastery in February of 1978, and opening a humble learning and meditation center. The Karmapa himself visited KDT in 1980, and, based on sketches made in his own hand, his followers built the first segments of the monastery he grandly envisaged.

By the time of the Karmapa's death the next year, plans to finish the dramatic temple fell by the wayside. When his reincarnation, the 17th Karmapa, was recognized by Chinese authorities and removed to Beijing, few thought the monastery would ever be completed. Today, certain that the United States will soon welcome the exiled teen Karmapa, KTD is proposing to complete the original plan. This would call for the razing of the sagging inn, and in its place a high-walled dormitory and dining commons would be built, which, though dramatic as anything now standing in Woodstock, would actually achieve a lower elevation than the doddering Meads Mountain House.

Some Woodstockers, however, are objecting, saying the monks already on the scene are oblivious to the wants, needs, and history of the famous town nestled below. Woodstock has long defeated attempts to accommodate its foremost industry--tourism--with a proper hotel. Visitors, who come to shop, revel in nature, and ogle flower-children-grown-old, rely mostly on bed-and-breakfasts. Above the town (and monastery), hikers pause to take in the views in front of the concrete remains of a never-opened luxury hotel, in the shadow of a gigantic cable-television tower. The addition of a Himalayan-style temple would bring traffic, noise, and pollution, opponents say. Others complain simply that it would be ostentatious.

Because of its religious status, the amended monastery would not be held to the same zoning standards as other applicants for permits. Unless an environmental impact study shows a dramatic impact on the surrounding ecology, KTD will be allowed to erect their sizable addition, which will, insult to injury, be painted an otherwise forbidden "bright red."

Detractors also point out that the KTD is really capitalism masked by spirituality. The monastery will feature a sizable dormitory available at rather worldly rates to lay practitioners. "I think they're the right size now," says Carol Mayer, a weekend resident of Woodstock. "And once it's done, there's no unbuilding it."

At the same time, the plans to expand the KTD come at a time when the town, which once hummed with creative energy, has become a fossil of its former self. The art and music scene is scanty, recording studios are closing, the night life is in twilight. An attempt to foster a professional theater group folded for lack of support. Jobs are scarce ever since IBM closed its multimillion-dollar complex 12 miles away a decade ago. The Woodstock Green, famous for its colorful lethargy, offers the cultural and career alternatives of drugs, sex, alcohol, and street music. Locals were galvanized recently in protests surrounding the hostile sale of the only supermarket in town.