Wednesday, October 20, 2010

When Flattened By a Steam-Roller

Back in college, we heard this rumor about a person who got run over by a steam, or road rollers as we called them. It shocked me, as it did everyone, especially when that mental image of a crushing wheel made of steel and iron flattening out the person went through the head. There was one other shocker – “how does one get rolled over by a steamer that a turtle could pace with at a leisurely roll?”
The answer lies here on my table of Masala Chai at the Ambient – forms, forms and some more forms! You see I’m applying for a visa to go see my son in Amsterdam and these forms and the way they want them ‘un-fulfilled’ is gonna be the reason if and if I don’t see him. There is nothing else I could blame. Alright I do agree immigration policies gotta be in place but this is akin to steam rolling a person so flat he’s gotta be a toon character to ever get up and shrug it off, if that.
The Masala Chai is good here (good enough to take you to the aromas awaiting Chai lovers in places like Ooty) or the good old Dhabas and the Dabangg Chai that greet you on Indian highways. I’m planning a trip to India, in particular the Ghats of Varanasi and boy can they get enticing and inviting! The more you dwell on those riotous locations the more mouth-watering it gets! Meanwhile the visa is killing me and the forms are dislocating whatever ephemeral parts of the body I’m holding onto. Jesus! It’s a pain in the ass!
But the session’s begun together with the invariable U-Turn and how to do the 190-degree bend, plus the rudimentary spiritual compass to adjudge where it is you wanna head next, and having the kind of destinations I’ve in mind, I need that. So it was, the rerouting of the spiritual concourse.
I got on the tricycle and bumped into this read by Larry Rosenberg – who was gonna teach the use of dharma to skillfully navigate our day-to-day life. Far from being a remote and esoteric monastic practice, Larry's teachings are designed for the here-and-now: jobs, kids, traffic jams: the challenging situations we meet every day (that’s how it was described by the yummy-eyed up-coming spiritual writer/dharma bum at the tricycle) - (the esoteric magazine about life, living and Buddhism and not the three-wheeler) although semblances can be sequenced.

When I was in college in Kanglung I’d dabbled in Buddhist teachings myself and found it eclectic at first, classy at second and a no-brainer at the third fry.

But I love the tricycle, much as I love the shambhala, ode, the sun and other holistic viewers of life. We got to be friends, and I started figuring out that I had a universe and its origins to figure out!

Many of us who came of age in the 1990s convinced ourselves that getting high was the quickest—if not the best—way to begin the long, strange trip toward higher consciousness. Aldous Huxley, the man behind The Doors of Perception and one who turned Timothy Leary on to the Tibetan Book of the Dead, seemingly saying that we could access ancient wisdom through the wonders of modern chemistry and wreck havoc on a medieval level.

“I am convinced that an accurate, nonsectarian study of Buddhist history can be of great benefit to dharma practitioners, speaking as a piece of confused ass burdened with karma. What do Buddhist teachings about impermanence and conditionality imply for Buddhism itself?”  Who the fuck said that?

And further quotations from geniuses afar and near: “As Buddhism spread throughout Asia, its encounters with different cultures led to radical transformations. In China, for example, the interaction between Mahayana and established cultural forms, especially Daoism, produced Chan (Zen).”

As I was taught, the fifth precept includes being intoxicated by one's own ideas—not just the ingestion of intoxicants. 

Just recall what it feels like to be completely intoxicated with one's own ideas, views, opinions, etc., including the bodily and emotional sensations, the mental ideas of being right, others being wrong. The idea of shunyata or emptiness has been variously understood—and misunderstood—for centuries just as a spiritual reporter talking with none other than the Dude himself, Jeff Bridges, about Buddhism, journalism, and the Hollywood topography found out.
   Retreat and Repel
   The Challenge of Change and Its Consistent Constancy
   The Power of an Open Question and the Twisted Answers Thereabouts
   Breaking Your Addictive Patterns and Discovering the Boredom of the World
   The Way of Freedom and Keeping Yourself Locked, Key Dangling From Your Own Necks
   This One and Only Life and the Incessant Need of Making Inquiries about Reincarnation and Rebirth
   The Four Noble Truths and the 9876543210000000 Dumb Answers provided by bonafide jackasses
   How to be Kind and Staying Blind
The Middle Path – Does Not Hang a Milestone, over or under rated with a Knowing that you are an incorrigible ass-hole and being proud at that – Jolly Good Luck!

Ps: YourLustForLifeStartsRightNow!
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