Thursday, November 30, 2017

Our Hearts Are So Soft

"You may feel lonely on your journey; still, you are not alone. If we sink, you and your warrior comrades and I will all sink together. If we rise, we rise together. So you have a companion, even if we never have met one another personally. In the Shambhala tradition, we cry a lot because our hearts are so soft. And we fight the setting sun because we feel that basic goodness is worth fighting for, so to speak. Our obstacles can be conquered. So we should cry and fight, as long as we know that the warrior’s cry is a different type of cry and the warrior’s battle is a different type of battle.

As a warrior without aggression, you are fearless and good. Fundamentally, you can never make a mistake, so please cheer up. Even in the darkest of the dark age, there is always light. That light comes with a smile, the smile of Shambhala, the smile of fearlessness, the smile of realizing the best of the best of human potential. All of the teachings, the very heart’s blood of Shambhala, are yours. We are all part of the same human family. Let us smile and cry together.

When a warrior king presents a gift,
It could be a naked flame, which consumes the jungle of ego,
Or an ice-cold mountain range, which cools the heat of aggression.
On the other hand, it could be a parachute.
One wonders whether it will open or not.
There is a further choice: Thunderbolt:
Whether you are capable of holding it with your bare hand is up to you.
So, my heartfelt child, take these gifts and use them
In the way that past warriors have done."

~ Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, Smile at Fear

Photos
~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche unsparingly devoted his entire life to the preservation and dissemination of the Buddha Dharma.
~ Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
~ Thunderbolt (Vajra; Tibetan: Dorje)
Eastern Tibet or China, 18th-19th century

Eat It Warm

“We have come here to learn about spirituality.  I trust the genuine quality of this search but we must question its nature.  The problem is that ego can convert anything to its own use, even spirituality.  Ego is constantly attempting to acquire and apply the teachings of spirituality for its own benefit.  The teachings are treated as an external thing, external to "me," a philosophy which we try to imitate.  We do not actually want to identify with or become the teachings.  So if our teacher speaks of renunciation of ego, we attempt to mimic renunciation of ego.  We go through the motions, make the appropriate gestures, but we really do not want to sacrifice any part of our way of life.  We become skillful actors, and while playing deaf and dumb to the real meaning of the teachings, we find some comfort in pretending to follow the path.

Whenever we begin to feel any discrepancy or conflict between our actions and the teachings, we immediately interpret the situation in such a way that the conflict is smoothed over.  The interpreter is ego in the role of spiritual advisor.  The situation is like that of a country where church and state are separate.  If the policy of the state is foreign to the teachings of the church, then the automatic reaction of the king is to go to the head of the church, his spiritual advisor, and ask his blessing.  The head of the church then works out some justification and gives the policy his blessing under the pretense that the king is the protector of the faith.  In an individual's mind, it works out very neatly that way, ego being both king and head of the church.

This rationalization of the spiritual path and one's actions must be cut through if true spirituality is to be realized.  However, such rationalizing is not easy to deal with because everything is seen through the filter of ego's philosophy and logic, making all appear neat, precise and very logical.  We attempt to find a self-justifying answer for every question.  In order to reassure ourselves, we work to fit into our intellectual scheme every aspect of our lives which might be confusing.  And our effort is so serious and solemn, so straight-forward and sincere, that it is very difficult to be suspicious of it.  We always trust the "integrity" of our spiritual advisor.

It does not matter what we use to achieve self-justification: the wisdom of sacred books, diagrams or charts, mathematical calculations, esoteric formulae, fundamentalists religion, depth psychology, or any other mechanism.  Whenever we begin to evaluate, deciding that we should or should not do this or that, then we have already associated our practice or our knowledge with categories, one pitted against the other, and that is spiritual materialism, the false spirituality of our spiritual advisor.  Whenever we a have a dualistic notion such as, "I am doing this because I want to achieve a particular state of consciousness, a particular state of being," the automatically we separate ourselves from the reality of what we are.

If we ask ourselves, "What is wrong with evaluating, with taking sides?", the answer is that, when we formulate a secondary judgment, "I should be doing this and should avoid doing that," then we have achieved a level of complication which takes us a long way from the basic simplicity of what we are.  The simplicity of meditation means just experiencing the ape instinct of ego.  If anything more than this is laid onto our psychology, then it becomes a very heavy, thick mask, a suit of armor.

It is important to see that the main point of any spiritual practice is to step out of the bureaucracy of ego.  This means stepping out of ego's constant desire for a higher, more spiritual, more transcendental version of knowledge, religion, virtue, judgment, comfort or whatever it is that a particular ego is seeking.  One must step out of spiritual materialism.  If we do not step out of spiritual materialism, if we in fact practice it, then we may eventually find ourselves possessed of a huge collection of spiritual paths.  We may feel these spiritual collections to be very precious.  We have studied so much.  We may have studied Western philosophy or Oriental philosophy, practiced yoga or perhaps studied under dozens of great masters.  We have achieved and we have learned.  We believe that we have accumulated a hoard of knowledge. And yet, having gone through all this, there is still something to give up.  It is extremely mysterious! How could this happen?  Impossible!  But unfortunately it is so.  Our vast collections of knowledge and experience are just part of ego's display, part of the grandiose quality of ego.  We display them to the world and, in so doing, reassure ourselves that we exist, safe and secure, as "spiritual" people.

But we have simply created a shop, an antique shop.  We could be specializing in oriental antiques or medieval Christian antiques or antiques from some other civilization or time, but we are, nonetheless, running a shop.  Before we filled our shop with so many things the room was beautiful: whitewashed walls and a very simple floor with a bright lamp burning in the ceiling.  There was one object of art in the middle of the room and it was beautiful.  Everyone who came appreciated its beauty, including ourselves.

But we were not satisfied and we thought, "Since this one object makes my room so beautiful, if I get more antiques, my room will be even more beautiful."  So we began to collect, and the end result was chaos.

We searched the world over for beautiful objects - India, Japan, many different countries.  And each time we found an antique, because we were dealing with only one object at a time, we saw it as beautiful and thought it would be beautiful in our shop.  But when we brought the object home and put it there, it became just another addition to our junky collection.  The beauty of the object did not radiate out any more, because it was surrounded by so many other beautiful things.  It did not mean anything anymore.  Instead of a room full of beautiful antiques we created a junk shop!

Proper shopping does not entail collecting a lot of information or beauty, but it involves fully appreciating each individual object.  This is very important.  If you really appreciate an object of beauty, then you completely identify with it and forget yourself.  It is like seeing a very interesting, fascinating movie and forgetting that you are the audience.  At that moment there is no world; your whole being is that scene of that movie.  It is that kind of identification, complete involvement with one thing.  Did we actually taste it and chew it and swallow it properly, that one object of beauty, that one spiritual teaching?  Or did we merely regard it as a part of our vast and growing collection?

I place so much emphasis on this point because I know that all of us have come to the teachings and practice of meditation not to make a lot of money, but because we genuinely want to learn, want to develop ourselves.  But if we regard knowledge as an antique, as "ancient wisdom" to be collected, then we are on the wrong path.

As far as the lineage of teachers is concerned, knowledge is not handed down like an antique.  Rather, one teacher experiences the truth of  the teachings, and he hands it down as inspiration to his student.  That inspiration awakens the student, as his teacher was awakened before him.  Then the student hands down the teachings to another student and so the process goes.  The teachings are always up to date.  They are not "ancient wisdom," an old legend.  The teachings are not passed along as information, handed down as a grandfather tells traditional folk tales to his grandchildren.  It does not work that way.  It is real experience.

There is a saying in the Tibetan scriptures:  "Knowledge must be burned, hammered and beaten like pure gold.  Then one can wear it as an ornament."  So when you receive spiritual instruction from the hands of another, you do not take it uncritically, but you burn it, you hammer it, you beat it, until the bright, dignified color of gold appears.  Then you craft it into an ornament, whatever design you like, and you put it on.  Therefore, dharma is applicable to every age, to every person; it has a living quality.  It is not enough to imitate your master or guru; you are not trying to become a replica of your teacher.  The teachings are an individual persona experience, right down to the present holder of the doctrine.

Perhaps many of my readers are familiar with the stories of Naropa and Tilopa and Marpa and Milarepa and Gampopa and the other teachers of the Kagy lineage.  It was a living experience for them, and it is a living experience for the present holders of the lineage.  Only the details of their life-situations are different. The teachings have the quality of warm, fresh baked bread; the bread is still warm and hot and fresh.  Each baker must apply the general knowledge of how to make bread to his particular dough and oven. Then he must personally experience the freshness of this bread and must cut if fresh and eat it warm.  He must make the teachings his own and then must practice them.  It is a very living process.  There is no deception in terms of collecting knowledge.  We must work with our individual experiences.  When we become confused, we cannot turn back to our collection of knowledge and try to find some confirmation or consolation:  "The teacher and the whole teaching is on my side."  The spiritual path does not go that way.  It is a lonely, individual path…”

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“Q. Do you think spiritual materialism is a particularly American problem?

A. Whenever teachings come to a country from abroad, the problem of spiritual materialism is intensified.  At the moment America is, without any doubt, fertile ground ready for the teachings.  And because America is so fertile, seeking spirituality, it is possible for America to inspire charlatans.  Charlatans would not choose to be charlatans unless they were inspired to do so. Otherwise, they would be bank robbers or bandits, inasmuch as they want to make money and become famous.  Because America is looking so hard for spirituality, religion becomes any easy way to make money and acquire fame.  So we see charlatans in the role of student, chela, as well as in the role of guru.  I think America at this particular time is a very interesting ground…

Q. I seem to be living in a spiritual junkyard.  How can I make it into a simple room with one beautiful object?

A. In order to develop an appreciation of you collection you have to start with one item.  One has to find a stepping stone, a source of inspiration.  Perhaps you would not have to go through the rest of the items in your collection if you studied just one piece of material.  That one piece of material could be a sign-post that you managed to confiscate in New York City, it could be as insignificant as that.  But one must start with one thing, see its simplicity, the rugged quality of this piece of junk or this beautiful antique.  If we could manage to start with just one thing, then that would be the equivalent of having one object in an empty room.  I think it is a question of finding a stepping stone.  Because we have so many possessions in our collection, a large part of the problem is that we do not know where to begin.  One has to allow one's instinct to determine which will be the first thing to pick up…”

~ ~ Chogyam Trungpa, Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism

Photo ~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche and Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, courtesy of the Shambhala Shop

Wild Heart

"Drunk on the floor of Nick’s Bar in Greenwich Village, murmuring repeatedly, “I’m going to be a priest! I’m going to be a priest!” Jinny was part of his life then, A Cistercian monk of the Strict Observance. A hermit, for God’s sake. Sitting on the floor in his pajamas, drinking sherry on the rocks, listening to New York. Jinny Burton.

It all came together now. New York, as secular a city as cities can get. Here, of all places, a contemplative Catholic hermit is ready to meet a Zen Buddhist scholar. A Trappist monk—as Catholic and celibate as you can get. Wondering why he never married, regretting all that was lost along the way. He was wild as an undergraduate at Columbia—he was at Columbia now, Butler Hall. He was worse at Cambridge. The sounds of New York. He was faithful to them. Twenty-two years of the strictest discipline the Catholic Church sanctions. And still not settled. Happy. Content. It does not last. Home. He had found the only home he had ever known. Now he was restless again. It was not enough. It never is enough.

The sherry was good. And New York, the love affair with New York was on again. He hated it once—but that was only because love frightened him. The Nazis bombed Warsaw the last time he had seen her. The war had begun. Before it was over, Hiroshima would be incinerated. His mother’s body was reduced to ashes. Harlem always troubled him. He listened to it now. In an early poem he had seen America crucify Christ and children in Harlem. Sounds of anguish.

His journey was nearly over, but he did not know it then. He felt as though he had walked through the whole century. He would die before the century ended. But they belonged to each other—this century and Thomas Merton. All the Jinny Burtons, all the Harlems, all the prayers in the night, all the belongings. New York. Kentucky. Rome. Paris. London. He became a symbol of the twentieth century—of its turmoil and sensitivity, of its conflict and restlessness, of its furtive peace and fugitive wars, of its holocausts and Hiroshimas and Harlems and hopes. Everyone he loved would die in this century. He would die too…soon. But death would not have an easy time of it...

Merton was frightened by his own capacity for anarchy and indulgence. He required constraint and discipline to order his life. Had he not become a Trappist, he most likely would have dissipated his talent and destroyed his life. His conversion to Catholicism began the process of radically ordering his life. The conversion experience was intense; the church he joined, strict and authoritarian. But this was not enough.

Catholicism tends to be more demanding in its doctrinal expression than in the behavior it demands of its believing members. Reformed Christianity, on the other hand, stresses moral rather than theological rectitude. Merton needed something or someone to order his personal life. The monastery offered him the discipline he required to save himself. It is doubtful he would ever leave monastic life, although he sometimes toyed with the idea. Intuitively he knew that without monasticism he would wander into futility. His vocation was a response both to God and to his own need to remain consistent with himself. Even as a hermit he maintained strong ties with his community and its superior.

The tension in Merton between anarchy and discipline proved creative. Too much of either would have destroyed him as an artist. The secret of his genius has something to do with balance between extremes. His writing is never worse than when he follows the strict rules of Scholastic theology or Cistercian piety. The Ascent to Truth and his biographies of Trappistine mystics are among his worst books.

As he breaks free of this rigidity into a spontaneity more his own, he writes poetry and theology in a more imaginative and ingenious manner. The Geography of Lograire and Zen and the Birds of Appetite may be the best work he ever did in either genre. If too much discipline would have destroyed his talent, his distinctive anarchy would also have limited his range and his vision. His writing appealed to so large an audience because there were passages in his books that both radicals and reactionaries found congenial...

Thomas Merton was a man of contradictions: assertive yet elusive, committed to the stability of the monastic life but a wanderer at heart, a man who came to symbolize in a unique way his country and century. Still today, perhaps more than ever, he fascinates us with his spiritual genius and brilliant insights into the heart and soul of humankind. Merton’s life was a search on many levels and, as such, it offers readers guidance on their own spiritual quests."

Anthony T. Padovano, The Spiritual Genius of Thomas Merton

Subversive Saint

"What I find so exciting about Therese is that she is so fantastically subversive.

There she is as a little bourgeois French girl traipsing into the convent with little girly girly images of God and being good, and yet within all that there lives a soul so unique and fabulous that I can hardly put it into words.

People dislike her sweet little style, (I did too until I met her one night in Lisieux – remind me to tell you that story sometime) but it is her sweet style which makes her so subversive.

Her whole story is one truth of the gospel incarnate: “That unless you become like a little child you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.” You can take this even further, “Unless you become like a little girl you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.” Don’t you just love that?! Isn’t that just the kick we need–all of us proud, arrogant know-it-all macho Christian men?

“Whaaat? I’ve got to become like that? Yep, and the mystery of the communion of saints is that little Therese not only reveals the Little Way to heaven, she also reveals the child-like quality that every saint had. This is how the communion of the saints works. They all show their own unique God given qualities, and in doing so each unique soul also reveals that same quality that lay hidden within all the other saints. So Therese, being the archetypal child shows us that even the great warrior saints and great intellectual saints had this same child like quality. Look how simple St Thomas Aquinas is when, at the end of his life he says all that he has written is ‘but straw’. See how St John Bosco is one with the children he leads. See how St Francis de Sales speaks with the same simplicity. Notice how Padre Pio and St Francis and St Thomas More all have this same shrewd, childlike simplicity, trust and pure, down to earth humor.

Therese is subversive as the church is subversive, for the gospel is not good news if it is not subversive. Her simple child-like life subverts all our grown up plans, all our grown up ideas, all our proud grown up arguments and our pompous debates. She just smiles and gets on with the Little Way and offers to show us the way if we will just stop, look and listen.

If you go back to Therese make sure you also read The Last Conversations because there all her sweetness is shown to be as tough as old boots. If she was a little flower, then she was a steel magnolia. The Last Conversations is a remarkable document. The book takes us to Therese’s deathbed, where her sisters recorded every word, attitude and action of the saint. There we see the stern stuff she was really made of. She not only endured physical suffering, but for the last months of her life she felt utterly cut off from God, and even contemplated suicide.

Phew! As a Benedictine friend of mine said, “She’s a spiritual genius.” An Albert Einstein of the Spirit if you like…and all wrapped up in the sweet little thing from Lisieux."

~ Fr. Dwight Longenecker

From Some Unknown Dimension

“How does genius recognize itself? How does it get activated?” –Maja Apolonia Rodé

“I’ve often thought that spiritual awakening itself was a moment of genius. Because it certainly feels creative. It feels like a miracle—like it comes from some unknown dimension, unknown place—and yet, it has to do with our most profound sense of being.” –Adyashanti

“Awakening itself is an opening of a channel of creativity.” –Adyashanti

Have a Cookie

"On a hot afternoon in India, I was trudging up a hill, feeling very cross and jet-lagged. When the stooped, aged Buddhist monk teetered toward me, hands outstretched, he seemed like yet another person in a poor country who wanted something. As he drew closer, however, I saw that the monk was offering me a cookie from a small packet. At first I was startled by his generosity. Imagine, a person whose reaction to getting a package of cookies was to go out on the street and start handing them to strangers!

When I met the monk’s smiling eyes, however, I saw that I was no stranger—and neither was he. Looking into his face was like peering at the sun, yet I couldn’t turn away. I was transfixed in the field of awareness and bliss that radiated from this frail figure. Without a word, the monk did what spiritual geniuses do: remind others of some things that we somehow just know but sometimes forget. He repaired my fragmented view of life’s grand design. He demonstrated that there’s more to a person—and more going on—than our sometimes shallow or cynical perceptions suggest. He showed me that the sacred isn’t just “up there” or in some afterlife but down here, right now. He revealed the Truth that underlies the truths of different cultures. He offered living proof that practice makes perfect. And he made me want to be more like him.

We bowed and beamed ecstatically for a few moments. Then the little monk continued on his way, offering to all comers—none of them strangers—his cookies and his spiritual genius, which, like a magnet, drew their own to the surface...

All of us use our spiritual genius some of the time. We might not recognize it as such, but we tap it whenever we 'just know' that something is happening for a reason that, to paraphrase Blaise Pascal, 'reason does not know.' Spiritual genius tells us that, despite the chaos and confusion around us, everything is all right, so we might as well be nice. It tells us that if we take on a worthwhile challenge, we'll somehow find the necessary strength and help. It tells us that our true self is more than a bunch of personality traits and problems. Like a compass, spiritual genius always points us toward a reality larger than the ego and the status quo. Once we members of the meaning-seeking species find our place in the grand design, we're able to gather up the pieces of our everyday lives, making a coherent picture out of what can seem like an impossible puzzle.

"Sometimes, we're most aware of spiritual genius when we lose contact with it. We forget what we 'just know,' and our sense of purpose. Nothing seems right, and nothing seems to help. Life's joys seem hollow, and its sorrows unbearable. This feeling of meaninglessness brings to mind the ancient Romans' belief in an evil animating spirit, which struggled with the benign genius over a person's fate. The image of this diabolic genius peculiarly suits our own times, when many clever, powerful, cynical voices insist that a human being is nothing but smart meat in search of more stuff.

"All of us use spiritual genius some of the time, but some of us use it all of the time. This book explores our human gift through the lives of such spiritual geniuses, because in them we see our own potential writ large. No matter how extraordinary they seem, these men and women differ from us only quantitatively, not qualitatively. Religion has many names for them — saints, tzaddiks, bodhisattvas are just a few — and describes them as 'holy,' or intensely aware of the sacred grand design; as 'good,' which means not just moral but compassionate; and as 'charismatic,' or able to inspire others. Using different language, psychology describes the same individuals as visionary leaders who share the respected statesman's altruism and social skills and the artist's capacity for transcendent experience."

~ Winifred Gallagher, Spiritual Genius The Mastery of Life's Meaning

God was with Him

"A man questioned abbot Nistero: “What good work shall I do?” And he answered, “All works are not equal. The Scripture saith that Abraham was hospitable, and God was with him. And Elias loved quiet, and God was with him. And David was humble, and God was with him. What therefore thou findest that thy soul desireth in following God, that do, and keep thy heart.”

-- Verba Seniorum (The Sayings of the Desert Fathers)

Geniuses

Awesome.

"Lydia Sebastian is another Indian-origin girl who has scored the high IQ of 162. She perfected the score that is the benchmark for kids below age 18. Lydia Sebastian is a student of the Colchester County High school in Essex and lives with her parents in London. Her father is a radiologist at the Colchester General Hospital, and her mother Erika Kottiath, is an associate director at Barclays Bank. Both of them originally come from Kerala...

Kashmea Wahi is all of 12-years-old and has achieved the top possible score of 162 on an IQ test of Mensa, becoming one of the youngest brainiest students in the country. Kasmea Wahi was born in Mumbai but lives in London with her parents Vikas and Pooja Wahi who are IT management consultants at Deutshe Bank. Kasmea Wahi is a student of Notting Hill and Ealing Junior School, in west London. She was instrumental in her school team making it to the third place in the Oxford Maths challenge in 2015, loves net ball, plays competitive lawn tennis and has competed in national level chess tournaments, winning medals and trophies."

Unlikely Friends

"One day, Brendan, a young but rising DJ in New York, was coming home to his Brooklyn apartment when a homeless woman asked him for money. He said, honestly, that he had no money. By the end of the week, she asked two more times, and each no he answered “no.” Finally she frankly replied, “you better not, because every day you say no.” Inserting some rational thinking into an otherwise awkward conversation, he proposed, “I am on my way to a job interview. If I get the job, I will take you out for Chinese food.” This promise yielded a friendship that neither were prepared for — that changed the trajectory of their lives, both forwards toward each other.

Brendan got the job. But their friendship didn’t just end with Chinese food. They built a friendship of mutual support, spending their birthdays, holidays and tough times together, over a period of eight years. When Brendan’s heater broke, she made him a blanket. Two days later when he told her that he had lost his job, she disappeared, returning minutes later, bringing him groceries, and which continued to do throughout the winter. Even with so little, she never hesitated to give back.

Over these years, Jackie moved from the streets and subway stations, into a halfway house, YMCA, and is now moving into an apartment. To celebrate this occasion, Brendan wanted to do something special for Jackie. He went with her to Target, and helped her to pick out everything she’d need for an apartment, starting a registry. Then, he set up a campaign to raise the money to pay for the registry (now closed), along with an awesome video telling their story. While their original goal was to raise $500, the campaign went viral and they’ve raised more than $6,000, and are now looking to use the extra funding to support other women in need...

I met Brendan from my music business days, through our work with Lady Gaga (him as her DJ, me as her manager), long before I got involved in non-profit work. Yet he reminds me that having a dayjob with a mission doesn’t relieve us of the challenge of being loving neighbors, for the few within miles, or the thousands within blocks. Similarly, loving our neighbors, whether next door or at our door step, doesn’t require a change in profession, just a willingness to speak, to listen and to give..."

-- Frank Fredericks, Huff Post

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Touched By An Angel

"My mother was a personal friend of God's. They had ongoing conversations."

-- Della Reese (1931- Nov 20, 2017) was a minister, singer and actress known for her gospel talents and long career in television, including her role on the show ‘Touched by an Angel.
Rest In Peace.

Advice To Men

Thanks Nicole Stamp. Something to ponder.

"Today my timeline is full of decent men asking, "How can I help?", in the wake of the viral #MeToo movement created by www.twitter.com/TaranaBurke.
I'm going to take this question as sincere, and give a few suggestions.

Here are some concrete ways men* can help:
(*I wrote this specifically for a small group of my own male friends who were explicitly asking for advice after being stunned by the ubiquity of the #metoo abuse hashtag. I wasn't anticipating this being shared so many times. These tips can be used by people of all genders.)

1. Practice these phrases: "That's not cool" and "That's a shitty thing to say".  Say them to other men who are saying disrespectful things to or about women.

2. Follow some feminist writers on social media. Sometimes what they write may seem "exhausting" or "too angry". Put aside that discomfort because that feeling is your male privilege allowing you to disengage from an important conversation that womxn don't get to disengage from. Here are some accounts I like- but there are lots. Follow a few.
www.twitter.com/ijeomaoluo
www.twitter.com/manwhohasitall
www.twitter.com/FeministaJones

3. Boost female voices. When there's an issue and you're going to share an article about it- especially if it's a gender issue- take a minute and try to find one written by a woman (same goes for other marginalized groups- seek articles about race written by IBPOC, seek articles about disability by writers with disabilities*, etc. "Nothing about us, without us").
(*I originally said "disabled writers". Thanks to a commenter for reminding me that "person-first" language is considered more respectful in certain disability communities).

4. Boost what women say at work. Listen for men dismissing women's contributions and make a habit of listening and saying things like "Hey Zahra has a point".

5. Be mindful of how you introduce women- particularly at work functions. Role-model extra respect into your introductions. So often you hear men being introduced with job titles and accolades, and women introduced as "the lovely" or "the beautiful". I guarantee that no matter how good she looks, she'd rather be introduced by her job title and accomplishments.
 
Relevant Washington Post article: "At conferences, male doctors are introduced as "Doctor Whoever" 72% of the time; female doctors are introduced using the word "Doctor" only 49% of the time." http://wapo.st/2kSWlba

Doing this subtly tells the listener that the women's qualifications are lesser-than. Go out of your way to correct this by introducing women (and others from marginalized groups- racialized, disabled, young-looking, whatever) using their full job titles and accolades.

6. At work or out in the world, don't call female colleagues or strangers cutesy diminutive names like "honey, baby, darling, kiddo, young lady, sweetheart, girl, or dear". This is a subtle way of putting them down, elevating your own status over them as a man who is choosing to vote them as attractive, and reminding them and all present that they're just cute little ladies that nobody should listen to.
At work, make a special effort to speak to women using the kind of person-to-person respectful address you use when speaking with male colleagues. Hint: Use their name. If you slip up and call your colleague "young lady" or some other bullshit like that, it's cool to say something about it, like "I'm sorry I called you that- it's disrespectful."

7. Seek enthusiastic consent in your sexual encounters. If you're having sexy time and the other person stops reciprocating, gets quiet, seems tense or stiff, avoids making eye contact, pauses, or otherwise slows the tempo of the encounter, then you should.... STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING.

Reframe how you think of consent. You're not supposed to just "go for it" until someone yells NO and that's when you stop. That's old-fashioned and gross. And she might not be able to explicitly say no, because she has very likely been assaulted before and she might freeze when stressed- that's a side effect of all this "me too".

People shouldn't have to explicitly say no.  Instead, slow down. At every step, listen with your ears (or ask with your words) for the word "yes", and then you can escalate the encounter together. Seek explicit and enthusiastic and active consent before you proceed. Proceed together. And constantly observe the other person's body language for the hesitations that mean "no".  If this means you have to cut down on alcohol or substances to stay present and have self-control, please do that.

8. Don't use gendered or misogynist insults. Bitch, cunt, slut, pussy, f*g, girly, sissy, cuck, etc. Use insults that work on everyone rather than insults that specifically target the feminine as weak, lesser, and undesirable. "Asshole" is a nice multipurpose choice- we all have one.

9. If there are little boys, teen boys, and young men in your life, role-model that the feminine is not less-than. Challenge them on their dismissive ideas around what counts as "girl stuff". Buy them a doll. Paint your nails together. Show up wearing pink. Do something that's coded as* traditionally "feminine" in a way that embraces the feminine as a valid way of being, not in a way that mocks femininity. Buy them books and watch TV and movies that prominently feature female characters. Verbally challenge their stereotypes about what men do and how women are lesser. Seeing women as people starts in infancy.
(*Thanks to a commenter for pointing out that behaviours aren't inherently fem/masc, but rather we code them as such).

10. Be wary of constantly or only telling little girls they're pretty and cute or commenting on their hairstyle & clothing. I know, little girls often wear fun stuff and it's easy to comment on. But it tells her, and the little boys nearby, that girls should be valued first and foremost for their looks.

Instead, try things like "What kind of toy is that? That looks fun, what is it? Are you reading any good books? What's your favourite subject in school? What kind of things do you like to do? Do you have a favourite animal? May I ask your advice, should I purchase the apples or the grapes?" There are so many things to talk about.

11. When a woman is walking alone and you end up walking behind her- especially in dark or secluded areas- please slow down to increase the distance between you, or, better yet, cross the street. Literally go out of your way to help her feel that you're not following her.

12. Teach your elders to do better. Pervy Grandpa and Racist Grandma might seem harmless at Xmas dinner but as their health declines, they will largely end up being cared for by women and POC who don't deserve dehumanizing treatment. Call it out. You can teach old dogs* new tricks, and you should definitely try.
(*Someone below pointed out that this metaphor, equating the elderly to dogs, is disrespectful. I agree with them. I'm not deleting it because hiding mistakes is creepy. I'm sorry I spoke disrespectfully about elderly people- that's a proverb that I'll quit using.)

13. Don't argue so much in conversations around types of oppression that you don't personally experience. Keep an eye open for our culture's gross habit of putting the onus on the oppressed persons to dredge up their pain for inspection (only for us to then dismiss it as "just one instance which they probably either caused or misinterpreted anyway"). Instead, try this- if you don't believe something is an issue, use the Googles. Find, say, three articles *written by people in that demographic*, and read them. Look for patterns in their analyses. You'll find that these ideas aren't weird militant fringe notions- oppression is a widely-accepted and statistically-supported phenomenon and a lot of insightful people are talking about it. Avoid the hot takes and go to the source- the people who experience the issue firsthand.

14. If you feel uncomfortable during conversations about sexism (or racism, or ableism, or cultural appropriation, or whatever- because all these systems are related, google "kyriarchy" and "intersectionality" to learn more), the only correct response is to be quiet and listen and try to focus on the topic at hand rather than centre your own feelings. It's hard. It's worthwhile.

Thanks for trying to be decent men. We see you."

Let It Be As It Is

""What happens when we allow everything to be exactly as it is? This question is the foundation of all spirituality. Until we can allow everything to be as it is, in the deepest possible way, in the most profound way, we are still involved in control. In true spirituality and in True Meditation we are letting go of this control from the beginning. We are not pumping energy into the ego, into the mind, into the controller, into the manipulator. We are actually letting go of effort, which is a revolutionary idea to most people — that we can meditate in such a way that we are not making an effort. This does not mean we are being lazy or going to sleep. But letting go of control, letting everything be as it is, is a means of letting go of effort. So when I say that we let go of control, that we let everything be as it is, it is the same as saying we let go of making an effort.

We find out what happens in our consciousness when we let go of effort, when we let go of discipline. And we can start to see in our own experience that there's a certain vitality that comes into consciousness. It's almost like a light gets turned on within, simply because we let go of effort and control. Something that is innocent and beautiful and uncontaminated starts to arise in consciousness; it starts to arise all on its own and all by itself. And this is quite different from what most of us have been taught. We've been taught that to enter a natural state of consciousness we must learn to control and discipline ourselves; what I am saying is that it's just the opposite. You come into the natural state by letting go of control by letting go of effort and resting in a state of vividness. It's very simple. It couldn't be simpler. Sit down; let everything be as it already is."

— Adyashanti, True Meditation

Let It Be

"When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
"Let it be"
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
"Let it be"

[Chorus]
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

[Verse 2]
And when the brokenhearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

[Chorus]
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be"

"I was going through a really difficult time around the autumn of 1968. It was late in the Beatles’ career and we had begun making a new album, a follow-up to the “White Album.” As a group we were starting to have problems. I think I was sensing the Beatles were breaking up, so I was staying up late at night, drinking, doing drugs, clubbing, the way a lot of people were at the time. I was really living and playing hard.

The other guys were all living out in the country with their partners, but I was still a bachelor in London with my own house in St. John’s Wood. And that was kind of at the back of my mind also, that maybe it was about time I found someone, because it was before I got together with Linda.

So, I was exhausted! Some nights I’d go to bed and my head would just flop on the pillow; and when I’d wake up I’d have difficulty pulling it off, thinking, “Good job I woke up just then or I might have suffocated.”

Then one night, somewhere between deep sleep and insomnia, I had the most comforting dream about my mother, who died when I was only 14. She had been a nurse, my mum, and very hardworking, because she wanted the best for us. We weren’t a well-off family- we didn’t have a car, we just about had a television – so both of my parents went out to work, and Mum contributed a good half to the family income. At night when she came home, she would cook, so we didn’t have a lot of time with each other. But she was just a very comforting presence in my life. And when she died, one of the difficulties I had, as the years went by, was that I couldn’t recall her face so easily. That’s how it is for everyone, I think. As each day goes by, you just can’t bring their face into your mind, you have to use photographs and reminders like that.

So in this dream twelve years later, my mother appeared, and there was her face, completely clear, particularly her eyes, and she said to me very gently, very reassuringly: “Let it be.”

It was lovely. I woke up with a great feeling. It was really like she had visited me at this very difficult point in my life and gave me this message: Be gentle, don’t fight things, just try and go with the flow and it will all work out.

So, being a musician, I went right over to the piano and started writing a song: “When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me”… Mary was my mother’s name… “Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.” There will be an answer, let it be.” It didn’t take long. I wrote the main body of it in one go, and then the subsequent verses developed from there: “When all the broken-hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be.”

I thought it was special, so I played it to the guys and ’round a lot of people, and later it also became the title of the album, because it had so much value to me, and because it just seemed definitive, those three little syllables. Plus, when something happens like that, as if by magic, I think it has a resonance that other people notice too.

Not very long after the dream, I got together with Linda, which was the saving of me. And it was as if my mum had sent her, you could say.

The song is also one of the first things Linda and I ever did together musically. We went over to Abbey Road Studios one day, where the recording sessions were in place. I lived nearby and often used to just drop in when I knew an engineer would be there and do little bits on my own. And I just thought, “Oh it would be good to try harmony in mind, and although Linda wasn’t a professional singer, I’d heard her sing around the house, and knew she could hold a note and sing that high.

So she tried it, and it worked and it stayed on the record. You can hear it to this day.

These days, the song has become almost like a hymn. We sang it at Linda’s memorial service. And after September 11 the radio played it a lot, which made it the obvious choice for me to sing when I did the benefit concert in New York City. Even before September 11th, people used to lean out of cars and trucks and say, “Yo, Paul, let it be.”

So those words are really very special to me, because not only did my mum come to me in a dream and reassure me with them at a very difficult time in my life – and sure enough, things did get better after that – but also, in putting them into a song, and recording it with the Beatles, it became a comforting, healing statement for other people too."

– Paul McCartney

Beloved Child

Spend the afternoon,
you can't take it with you.
~ Annie Dillard

Reflection, we call the mountain in the lake
whose existence resides
in neither stone nor water.
~ Jayne Hirshfield

Feeling Grateful for all of You, my Family, this Life, my Work, for Mother Earth and her Creatures, and finally to the sincere and loving kindness inherent within the Human Spirit.

Yesterday a complete stranger offered to have me come over for Thanksgiving dinner. We struck up a conversation at the grocery store over the fine weather (of all things). As soon as she discovered that I was new to the area she proceeded to ask me if I had any friends here in Santa Fe and whether I had somewhere to go for Thanksgiving, a place (as she put it), where I felt welcomed.

Feeling deeply touched by her sincerity, a few tears formed in my eyes which we both noticed and honored by a brief and silent pause, as it felt like an honest and appropriate expression and acknowledgement of the moment. I told her that she was a sweetheart for thinking of me and for offering me a place at her table, but that I had some dear local friends who had already invited me. Returning home I felt renewed and so very grateful for this spontaneous encounter, for the giving and receiving that each one of us is capable of.

Wishing each one of you a blessed and soulful day. May you have a place at someone's table, or at the very least, may you know how loved you are by the universe, as you are Mother Earth's own beloved child." -- Suzanne Marie

Photo by Matthias Ripp

Bow To Women's Wisdom

Bow to Women’s Wisdom

“Those who are extremely stupid think that women are merely the objects of sexual desire and treat women in this way. The Buddha’s children should not be like this. If we discriminate against women because we see them merely as objects of sexual desire, do we also discriminate against all men for the same reason?” ― Dōgen, The Essential Dogen: Writings of the Great Zen Masters

Enlightenment,
actualizes buddha nature
through practice.
~ Dogen

"Dogen suggests that if a monk recognizes an awakened female teacher and bows to her in homage, he demonstrates his “excellence as a stu­dent.” Here Dogen also recalls how two Chinese nuns, Moshan and Miaoxin, otherwise little known in Zen lore, taught a number of male monastics and outsmarted them in Zen dialogues.

What caused Dogen to take such a bold stance in medieval Japan, a time when the role of women was suppressed both inside and outside Buddhist tem­ples? One rationale suggests he had observed a more open-minded approach toward women in mainland China and wished to foster the same in his own movement. Another possibility is that like other teachers in the new wave of Japanese Buddhist schools (including Nichiren, Shinran, and Eizon), Dogen wanted to appeal to a wider audience. A third explanation holds that Dogen, who had renounced his aristocratic background to pursue the dharma, remained committed to the doctrine of nonduality in all of its manifestations. This included supporting gender equal­ity and resisting any tendency to demean or marginalize any demographic group...

Chozen Bays makes good sense of some of the thorniest writing in Dogen’s world of contradictions. In an essay about the udambara flower, the legendary blossom symbolizing the Bud­dha’s enlightenment, Bays examines the plant species in both ancient and mod­ern times. Her essay is based on the Udonge fascicle.

Despite Dogen’s egalitarian teach­ings, it remains a matter of historical debate whether monks in ancient China or Japan would have ever bowed to their female counterparts to receive the marrow. However, it is high time that men do..."

~ Steven Heine reviews 'Receiving the Marrow Teachings on Dogen by Soto Zen Women Priests'
Edited by Eido Frances Carney

Anything Can Happen

"My teacher used to say, "Stay in beginner's mind. Never leave beginner's mind," because in beginner's mind, the possibilities are infinite. They're open. Anything can happen. You're open to learn anything you need to learn. If your view of something needs to change, you're open for it to change. No matter how deeply you have seen something, no matter how much you think you know something, stay in beginner's mind.

Don't get rigid. No matter how great a revelation you may have had, no matter how great an opening in the core and depth of your being, if you stay in innocence, in the mind that's very light, that never takes its ideas as truth, then there will be a much greater potential for your thoughts, as well as your communications with others, to be naturally inspired."

~ Adyashanti

Falling into Grace
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Thank You Very Much

It is right in your face,
This moment,
the whole thing is handed to you.
~ Zen Master Yuanwu

“Why did Bodhidharma come from the west? The cypress tree in front of the garden!” At these words Foguo was suddenly enlightened.

“One way to train yourself to be thus is to say to yourself with your whole being,
“Thank you very much, I have no complaint whatsoever!”
Even if you are in a miserable prison of your old stories you say,
“Thank you very much, I have no complaint whatsoever.”

And no matter what you are, you are grateful for the opportunity to be thus. At this moment, in the middle of whatever is happening, you are grateful for the opportunity to care for what is happening, with no complaint. Even if you are complaining, you are grateful for the opportunity to not complain about your complaints. Even if everyone says they hate you and are disgusted with you or that they love you and admire you, you are grateful in the midst of hearing them. You are not grateful that they hate you or that they love you. You are grateful instead for the opportunity to let what you hear just be what you hear. You don’t grasp these words of hatred or love as anything more or less than words of hatred or love. You don’t grasp them at all when you let them just be what they are…

May your body and mind be open and deeply touched… without attachment.

May your heart gratefully embrace all life, free of prejudice and preference, and be filled with the truth of all things.

May your love be purified, and may your wise methods be realized in full.”

~ Tenshin Reb Anderson, Green Dragon Zen Temple
Tenshin Reb Anderson is a senior Dharma teacher and the former abbot of the San Francisco Zen Center.

Transcend Self

“The hut, the meditation path and the little platform under the phayom tree were Mae Chee Kaew’s constant companions throughout the year. Except for her daily meal, she seldom left the confines of her meditation environment…

Mae Chee Kaew had learned to examine phenomena using the specific perceptions of consciousness in tandem with the expansive awareness of intrinsic mental essence. She realized that consciousness flowed naturally from the mind essence to initiate perceptual activity. And perceptions were defined and interpreted by the mind’s conceptual movement, which had its origin in the motionless essence. So she focused exclusively on the moment that the conscious flow stirred and emerged from the stillness of her mind’s vital center…

Mae Chee Kaew realized that the true mind had no form, and formed no conceptions. By spontaneously observing phenomena with clear mindfulness, she attained freedom from conceptual thinking, which allowed the knowing essence to relinquish mental constructs before they could establish a definite presence in the mind’s conscious continuum. Before a particular thought or expression could fully form, the knowing essence simply let go, causing mental formations to dissolve into nothingness. Eventually, the detached nature of the mind’s true essence became so all-encompassing that the multitude of conscious expressions failed to take hold, dissolving before its still, potent immanence.

At that stage, Mae Chee Kaew’s mind resembled a battlefield where the forces of conscious existence were pitted against the all-embracing essence, which encompassed everything, but retained nothing. As profound emptiness constantly dissolved countless forms of emerging existence, the mind’s knowing essence gained the upper hand, increasing in brightness and purity. When insight thoroughly penetrated the illusory nature of mental phenomena, the knowing essence relinquished all concepts, fully recognizing that they were merely ripples inside the mind and had no real substance. No matter how they appeared mentally, they were just conditioned forms — conventions of the mind that simply vanished into emptiness. There were no exceptions.

Mae Chee Kaew’s meditation was destroying mental patterns that have dominated saṁsāric existence for eons. Not a single thought managed to rise or form, indicating that true, spontaneous mindfulness was born. The mind’s spontaneous observation was pure, undiluted attention, that led naturally to clear and penetrating insight. When the mind understands clearly with intuitive wisdom that no self can be found within mental phenomena, liberating detachment occurs of its own accord. As the mind’s focus grows narrower, the currents sent out by the mind grow shorter and more limited. Mae Chee Kaew had investigated and understood conceptual phenomena so thoroughly that the clear, bright essence no longer made conscious contact with them. Thought and imagination within the mind had come to a complete halt. The mind’s essential knowing nature stood out alone, on its own.

Except for an exceedingly refined awareness — an awareness that suffused the entire cosmos — absolutely nothing appeared. Mind transcended conditions of time and space. A luminous essence of being that seemed boundless, yet wondrously empty, permeated everything throughout the universe. Everything seemed to be filled by a subtle quality of knowing, as if nothing else existed. Cleansed of the things that clouded and obscured its all-encompassing essence, her mind revealed its true power.

When the offshoots of delusion were completely cut, her mind converged into a nucleus of sublime radiance — a radiance so majestic and mesmerizing that Mae Chee Kaew felt certain it signaled the end of all suffering that she had been striving to attain. Having relinquished all attachment to the factors of personal identity, the subtle radiant splendor at the center of the mind became her sole remaining focus. The focal point of her awareness was so exceedingly delicate and refined as to be indescribable, and emitted a happiness that was unprecedented and so wondrous that it seemed to entirely transcend the realm of conditioned phenomena. The luminous mind exuded a strong sense of power and invulnerability. Nothing seemed capable of affecting it. Mae Chee Kaew was now certain that she had finally reached the ultimate goal, Nibbāna.

By the middle of October 1952 the phayom tree was in full and radiant bloom. Sitting beneath it one afternoon, her mind awash in splendor, Mae Chee Kaew felt the time was right to inform Ajaan Mahā Boowa about her crowning achievement. He was, after all, the inspiration that had led her to this profound majestic radiance of mind. It was time she repaid his confidence in her with the fruits of her triumph. As it was a lunar observance day, she went to visit him late in the afternoon. She left the nunnery with several nuns as companions, walking together through the fields that rimmed the village until they reached the other side. From there they began the steep climb to Ajaan Mahā Boowa’s mountain cave.

Seeing Ajaan Mahā Boowa seated at the cave’s entrance, Mae Chee Kaew prostrated before her teacher to pay obeisance and exchanged greetings with him. She then bowed her head, pressed her palms together and asked permission to speak. She spoke of her progress over the past year, carefully detailing the consecutive stages of her experience, and concluded with her “lion’s roar”, the radiant emptiness of mind that permeated the entire cosmos and transcended all conditions.

When she stopped speaking, Ajaan Mahā Boowa looked up and calmly asked, “Is that all?” Mae Chee Kaew nodded. Ajaan Mahā Boowa paused for a moment and then spoke:

“When you investigate mental phenomena until you go beyond them completely, the remaining defiling elements of consciousness will be drawn into a radiant nucleus of awareness, which merges with the mind’s naturally radiant essence. This radiance is so majestic and mesmerizing that even transcendent faculties like spontaneous mindfulness and intuitive wisdom invariably fall under its spell. The mind’s brightness and clarity appear to be so extraordinary and awe-inspiring, that nothing can possibly compare. The luminous essence is the epitome of perfect goodness and virtue, the ultimate in spiritual happiness. It is your true, original self — the core of your being. But this true self is also the fundamental source of all attachment to being and becoming. Ultimately it is attachment to the allure of this primordial radiance of mind that causes living beings to wander indefinitely through the world of becoming and ceasing, constantly grasping at birth and enduring death.

“The fundamental cause of that attachment is the very delusion about your true self. Delusion is responsible for all the defiling elements of consciousness, and its avenue of escape is the ongoing momentum of conscious activity. In this sphere, delusion reigns supreme. But once mindfulness and wisdom are skilled enough to eliminate conscious activity and therefore close this outlet, delusions created by the flow of mental phenomena cease. Severing all of its external outflows leaves delusion no room to maneuver inside the mind, forcing it to gather into the radiant nucleus from which all knowing emanates. That center of knowing appears as a luminous emptiness that truly overwhelms and amazes.

“But that radiant emptiness should not be mistaken for the pure emptiness of Nibbāna. The two are as different as night and day. The radiant mind is the original mind of the cycle of constant becoming; but it is not the essence of mind which is fully pure and free from birth and death. Radiance is a very subtle, natural condition whose uniform brightness and clarity make it appear empty. This is your original nature beyond name and form. But it is not yet Nibbāna. It is the very substance of mind that has been well-cleansed to the point where a mesmerizing and majestic quality of knowing is its outstanding feature. When the mind finally relinquishes all attachment to forms and concepts, the knowing essence assumes exceedingly refined qualities. It has let go of everything — except itself. It remains permeated by a fundamental delusion about its own true nature. Because of that, the radiant essence has turned into a subtle form of self without you realizing it. You end up believing that the subtle feelings of happiness and the shining radiance are the unconditioned essence of mind. Oblivious to your delusion, you accept this majestic mind as the finished product. You believe it to be Nibbāna, the transcendent emptiness of pure mind.

“But emptiness, radiance, clarity and happiness are all subtle conditions of a mind still bound by delusion. When you observe the emptiness carefully, with sustained attention, you will observe that it is not really uniform, not really constant. The emptiness produced by primal delusion is the result of subtle conditions. Sometimes it changes a little — just a little — but enough for you to know that it’s transient. Subtle variations can be detected, because all conditioned phenomena — no matter how refined, bright and majestic they seem — invariably manifest some irregular symptoms.

“If it is truly Nibbāna, why does this refined state of the mind display a variety of subtle conditions? It is not constant and true. Focus on that luminous center to see clearly that its radiance has the same characteristics — of being transient, imperfect and unessential — as all the other phenomena that you have already transcended. The only difference is that the radiance is far more subtle and refined. “Try imagining yourself standing in an empty room. You look around and see only empty space — everywhere. Absolutely nothing occupies that space — except you, standing in the middle of the room. Admiring its emptiness, you forget about yourself. You forget that you occupy a central position in that space. How then can the room be empty? As long as someone remains in the room, it is not truly empty. When you finally realize that the room can never be truly empty until you depart, that is the moment when that fundamental delusion about your true self disintegrates, and the pure, delusion-free mind arises.

“Once the mind has let go of phenomena of every sort, the mind appears supremely empty; but the one who admires the emptiness, who is awestruck by the emptiness, that one still survives. The self as reference point, which is the essence of all false knowing, remains integrated into the mind’s knowing essence. This self-perspective is the primary delusion. Its presence represents the difference between the subtle emptiness of the radiant mind and the transcendent emptiness of the pure mind, free of all forms of delusion. Self is the real impediment. As soon as it disintegrates and disappears, no more impediments remain. Transcendent emptiness appears. As in the case of a person in an empty room, we can say that the mind is truly empty only when the self leaves for good. This transcendent emptiness is a total and permanent disengagement that requires no further effort to maintain.

“Delusion is an intrinsically blind awareness, masquerading as radiance, clarity and happiness. As such, it is the self ’s ultimate safe haven. But those treasured qualities are all products of subtle causes and conditions. True emptiness occurs only when every single trace of one’s conditioned reality disappears. “As soon as you turn around and know it for what it is, that false awareness simply disintegrates. Clouding your vision with its splendor, that luminous deception has all along been concealing the mind’s true, natural wonder.”

~ Mae Chee Kaew Her Journey to Spiritual Awakening and Enlightenment
Compiled from Thai sources & written by Bhikkhu Dick Sīlaratano

"Mae Chee Kaew (1901-1991) was a countrywoman, who lived a simple village life in the northeastern region of Thailand and overcame enormous difficulties in her attempt to leave home and follow the Buddha's noble path. Blessed with the good fortune to meet the most renowned meditation masters of her era, Mae Chee Kaew took their teachings on meditation to heart, diligently cultivating a mind of clear and spontaneous awareness. her persistence, courage, and intuitive wisdom enabled her to transcend conventional boundaries--both those imposed upon her by the world and those limiting her mind from within--and thereby find release from birth, ageing, sickness and death. Mae Chee Kaew is one of the few known female arahants of the modern era and testimony to all being that regardless of race, gender or class, the Buddha's goal of supreme enlightenment is still possible." ~ Back Cover

Time to Walk Away

“One night while he (Ajaan Khao) was sitting in samãdhi bhãvanã, his citta dropped down into a subtle state of calm and reached the ground of samãdhi. It remained there resting for a long time before withdrawing to the level of upacãra samãdhi, where a nimitta arose in his citta and he saw the whole earth whirling round like a wheel. The more closely he examined that nimitta, the faster it went round, as though the earth and sky were about to collapse. He felt as though he was floating just above the ground and moving along parallel with the earth, though he wasn’t actually walking. In the nimitta it seemed that his body was floating along the caçkama path he normally used. It floated back and forth many times before it stopped. As soon as it stopped, a light appeared. It seemed to shine down from the sky above and enter into his heart, enabling him to see all the parts within his body quite clearly. He became engrossed in examining the various parts within his body, contemplating them in terms of the ‘basis for the seeing of their loathsomeness’ and in terms of the ‘three characteristics’, and the heart was joyful and bright with wisdom, faith and fearless determination.

He discovered many skilful ways and methods for extracting various kinds of kilesas, methods that came to him continually throughout that retreat period. During that vassa he practised with great energy and enthusiasm and he under¬stood things very clearly. He experienced none of the sombre moods that had troubled him often in the past. Instead, there was a firm resolve in the direction of samãdhi, and a clever skilfulness and nimbleness in the direction of mindfulness and wisdom, those two friends of a heart that’s striving relentlessly in every posture…

At the stage that Ajaan Khao had reached, all of his Dhamma weapons were becoming very powerful as they shone forth brightly. They really enjoyed digging up the kilesas, pulling them out and tearing them to pieces quite ruthlessly. It seems that the firmness of his intention to gain that realm where there is freedom from dukkha steadily gained strength until his striving reached a point of urgency where the practice was a matter of life and death. Whatever was good would remain, whatever was bad must be destroyed without any regrets. Birth and death are barbs and thorns which the kilesas always stab into the heart, where they have been the ruling power for countless ages. But they were longer allowed to have any power to rule, for from then on it was to be the supremely excellent pure Dhamma which alone had power to rule over the heart. Dhamma now ruled the heart where Ajaan Khao previously let the kilesas and the ‘wheel of saÿsãra’ rule. Instead of Dhamma being driven away and losing out to the kilesas every time, he refused to have the kilesas in his heart anymore.

After that vassa period, he left that place to go wandering in the Kammaååhãna way wherever he felt like going. He went to stay near a forest village in Chiang Mai province where a small hut had been built. In the past, Dhutanga Kammaååhãna Bhikkhus had stayed there to work at their practice, but now it was abandoned. It was a very peaceful and quiet place, far away from the village, so he stayed there to develop his practice. One day it started raining heavily in the middle of the day, so he could not go out to walk caçkama. He closed the door, the windows and the wall, and he sat in bhãvanã on the floor of the hut, which was raised well above the ground. While he was sitting doing meditation, it seemed to him that a red-hot burning pipe had been stuck into his butt. It stopped for awhile and then came up again. So he turned to investigate what it was all about. As soon as his citta turned to focus on the cause of the hot pipe which was burning him, he realised that the fire was actually the heat of sexual desire appearing from beneath his hut. He knew that it did not come from his own heart. He checked his investigation thoroughly and confirmed that it was in fact the fire of rãgataçhã coming from underneath his hut, for in his own citta there was absolutely no sign of rãgataçhã at all.

The whole time he was engaged in investigating this fire, he never paused to wonder where this fire came from. He was merely reflecting internally trying to work out in his heart: “How has this blaze of rãga been able to cling onto me? I have no fixed attachment to or desire for any man or woman, so my heart is normal – no rãga has arisen in it.” Every day when he went on piõðapãta in the village, he went fully self-controlled, having mindfulness present to watch cautiously every aspect and phase of all those emotional biases which had been enemies of the citta. His heart could never find any aspect of rãgataçhã that could be an emotional bias. When that ‘fire’ had calmed down and no longer showed itself, he opened his eyes and rose from his meditation seat, by which time the rain had stopped. Looking behind him, he saw a woman come out from under his hut and walk away. This made him connect the fire that had burned him with the woman who was just then walking away from under his hut. He realised then that the woman probably had bad thoughts about him, which caused that incident to happen. It’s something that he would never have imagined possible.

Actually that woman was quite young, about 25 years old, and most likely unmarried. She was probably out gathering edible plants or firewood, for she was carrying a basket. As she approached his hut it started to rain heavily, so she quickly took shelter under the hut until the rain stopped, after which she came out and walked away. When Ajaan Khao looked out the window, which was covered by a straw mat with many gaps in it, he could see the woman quite clearly.

When telling this story to the Bhikkhus and novices on suitable occasions, Ajaan Khao never implied that he was blaming or criticising the woman at all. He simply used the story of this woman as an example to explain to them about the flow of the citta. Whether focused externally or internally, it is something so subtle that we are normally unaware of it. It is only the process of investigation in the manner of the practice of citta bhãvanã that enables us to gradually come to know such things. He said that his citta was in a very subtle state at that time, and his mindfulness and wisdom were fast enough to keep up with such happenings. They were not as slow as they used to be when he first started to train himself, so when the rãga within his citta suddenly became active his mindfulness kept up with it, but his wisdom was still not able to cut it off at that stage. Later on, the ability of mindfulness and wisdom that he trained relentlessly reached the point where rãga could not stand against it, so it was bound to break up and disperse from the heart in a clearly evident way.

He felt at that stage that his striving was progressing very quickly and fearlessly. When performing the regular morning and evening chanting, he did it in a brief form, for his mind was in a hurry to get on to striving with mindfulness and wisdom. He even stopped reciting the various sutta texts, which he previously chanted, in order to put all his effort into developing his mindfulness and wisdom so as to gain freedom as quickly as possible while there was still time. He was afraid that he would die before he got to his desired goal – the Arahatta-dhamma.”

~ Ajaan Mahã Boowa Ñãõasampanno, Venerable Ajaan Khao Analayo, A True Spiritual Warrior

"Khao Khorata, born in 1888 in Baan Bo Chaneng in Ubon Ratchathani province in Thailand. Khao was a farmer. He worked hard to be wealthy, and was known as a person who was easy in social interaction. His personality was primarily characterised by honesty and generosity towards friends and family.

When he reached the age of twenty, his parents arranged a marriage for him. Khao and his wife – Nang Mee – had seven children. Though he had to work hard in order to provide for his family, yet his income was just enough to provide them with the basic necessities of life. Hence, for the sake of his family’s well being, he decided to go and look for a job in another province. Once he had gathered sufficient funds, he would return back home. However, when that time finally arrived, Khao found his wife sleeping with someone else.

Though Khao had previously already been informed by his friends, who told him about the adulterous behavior of his wife, yet he nearly lost his self control when he heard the news. Hence, armed with a machete, he went out to confront the unlawful couple. His rage and anger took complete control over him, and so he pointed the machete at the sleeping couple. However, coincidentally, his wife’s lover noticed what was going on, and saw Khao standing at a short distance with the machete in his hands. Terrified by what he saw, he immediately raised his hands and begged Khao to spare his life. The man then instantly admitted the grave mistake he had made to sleep with another man’s wife. Due to the man’s sincere confession, Khao suddenly changed his mind. His anger turned into compassion when he saw the anxiety in that man’s eyes. When Khao saw that man’s fear of death, his anger disappeared, and he regained his sense of reality again.

So, instead of killing the man, Khao called upon all the villagers as a witness to this scandal, and let them testify against the shameless act of the couple, so that in the future no doubt could remain about this matter. In the presence of the entire village community, among them were Khao’s relatives, he publicly accused the man of committing sex with his wife; the man admitted his faults, and agreed to pay a financial compensation to Khao. Khao then publicly announced that he hereby handed his wife over to her lover.

Before all this happened, Khao was merely concerned about how he could achieve his worldly ambitions. But because of the martital unfaithfulness of his wife, Khao was inspired to contemplate the Dhamma. Soon after that he understood that there are many hidden dangers in the life of a householder. And so he realized that his worldly dreams and wishes would only cause him to suffer even more in the future. This insight, of course, upset him so much until it became almost unbearable for him to carry on living this way. After a while he had lost the will to live, for he could not find any motivation to get his worldly life back on track.

Eventually Khao decided to renounce his worldly life in order to put an end to all his suffering. The Dhamma made him realize that there is in fact a way out of this suffering. Thus, Khao put all his trust and faith in the teachings of the Buddha, and went forth as a member of the saṅgha to put the Dhamma into practice. Through his dilligent practice, he found that the Buddha’s teachings are true in the sense that there is indeed a way to transcend beyond samsara, which leads to final liberation from suffering."

~ dharmathai.com

Fore Give

“The greatest gift that we can do for those who have recently passed is to wish them well with great love, let them go (even though you may feel great grief), and forgive them for anything that we may need to forgive them for. By the way, it’s not a bad idea to do all of these things before someone dies as well.”

~ Adyashanti

"The Way of Liberation" Online Course

God in the Mirror

"What happens when I die?"
What happens when you take off your shoes? --Atreya Thomas

REFLECT DUALITY BY STAYING FIXED IN NON-DUAL AWARENESS

God can be understood through two modes: Dual and non-dual. The former is the concrete aspect of God which manifests as the opposites and is perceived through the senses as this and that. The latter is Abstract Intelligence which is free from objectivity and is experienced as concept free consciousness. These two are not mutually exclusive, but are like the mirror and its images. They are inseparable, yet awareness reflects whole universes and remains eternally unblemished while holding in its ether the entire spectrum of humanity.

-Atreya Thomas (with Jonah)

Transparent Strength

"All too often our so–called strength comes from fear, not love; instead of having a strong back, many of us have a defended front shielding a weak spine. In other words, we walk around brittle and defensive, trying to conceal our lack of confidence. If we strengthen our backs, metaphorically speaking, and develop a spine that’s flexible but sturdy, then we can risk having a front that’s soft and open, representing choiceless compassion. The place in your body where these two meet — strong back and soft front — is the brave, tender ground in which to root our caring deeply when we begin the process of being with dying.

How can we give and accept care with strong-back, soft front compassion, moving past fear into a place of genuine tenderness? I believe it comes about when we can be truly transparent, seeing the world clearly — and letting the world see into us."

-- Joan Halifax Roshi

Death

Death is the most important spiritual teaching. It wakes us up, If we are truly present. -- Chodo Campbell

"To eternity, death has no impact; death is more like changing the scene in a play, changing your clothes at the end of the day.”

“What you are is never born, never lives, and never dies. Birth, life, and death happen within what you are.”

“When the fear of death comes up, say yes.”

“Because our associations with death are wholly negative, we don’t see that death is an intrinsic part of life.”

“When you realize what you are now, the issue of death will solve itself.”

-- Adyashanti, Death - The Essential Teachings

"Death is not waiting for us at the end of a long road. Death is always with us, in the marrow of every passing moment. She is the secret teacher hiding in plain sight, helping us to discover what matters most."

When you live a life illuminated by the fact of your death, it informs your choices. Most of us have images of dying at home surrounded by those we love and those who love us, comforted by the familiar. Yet that is rarely how it goes.

While seven out of ten Americans say they would prefer to die at home, 70 percent of Americans die in a hospital, nursing home, or long-term-care facility. The cliché says, “We die as we live.”In my experience, that is not entirely true. But suppose we lived a life that turned toward what death had to teach, rather than trying only to avoid the inevitable? We can learn a lot about living fully when we get comfortable sitting with death."

-- FRANK OSTASESKI

No Words

No doubt whatsoever about definite results accruing to those undergo a course of training under a competent teacher ~ U Ba Khin

“I retired to the pagoda, took my vows and received a blessing from U Ba Khin. I sat down on a mat cross-legged in the lotus posture and closed my eyes but without allowing sleep to come. I stayed that way until about three in the morning… The atmosphere was relaxing, there was always the heady scent of flowers in the air and there were kindly, unsophisticated people from many countries to meet and exchange conversation with… I had come with the firm intention to throw out all my preconceived ideas on the course my search should take; I drifted… And to my great joy I found that at last my mind could be made quiet…

I had drastically underestimated it. There was much much more… I noticed that deep concentration came more easily and quickly this time than it had previously. In about three days the mind was clear, crystal clear. It was ready to proceed through this complete freedom from all thought to vipassana or insight. At this stage my teacher instructed me to be aware of the cellular movements and the active, impermanent nature of the body processes. In time, and with a determination not to rush things, I found I could do this. I was told to start at the top of my head and slowly work on down the body to the tips of my toes, applying a truly penetrating concentration to each part on the way. Gradually I became aware of tingling sensations throughout those parts of my body upon which this intense concentration was focused. When concentration was directed to my right hand, for instance, I experienced the wild dance of electrons producing a warm glow throughout the hand, and the same effect was achieved on each part of my person in turn.

The effect was remarkable. After a few days of this practice I was fully aware of the true nature of the physical structure of the body as being impermanent and subject to change. I had read about this and I had been told about it. Now I was actually experiencing it for myself. The keen awareness of this molecular motion was beginning to produce a glow of heat—and are we not taught in science that when there is motion there is friction and friction produces heat? With further contemplation my awareness turned to the impermanent and transitory nature of the perceptions and there was a keen awareness of their rising and passing. I was becoming clearly aware of the oscillating nature of all bodily and physical processes.

The concept of anicca was becoming crystal clear and although I had learned of molecular and atomic theories I was now, with the microscope-like eye of a clear mind, actually experiencing the facts that were previously only theories. Besides experiencing the atomic theories in action in my own body, and as they related to my senses and perceptions, all I had learned of the science of vibration was becoming a conscious part of me. My mind reflected on the various aspects of vibration from sub-sonic sounds to the sound frequencies, ultrasonic, radio frequencies, very high frequencies, ultra violet, x-rays, cosmic radiations.

My mind was ranging through the whole gamut of vibrations and their speeds and wave lengths, and how they were all part and parcel of every existing thing as well as having an influence on my life. My body was getting warmer during this period. The more I persisted in my meditations the hotter I grew although the temperature in the pagoda remained uniform and moderate. Soon it felt as if it would be consumed with the intense heat that was manifesting itself. In Buddhist terms I knew what was happening: I was repaying my karmic debts for past misdeeds in a concentrated form.

At this point the teacher made me take a vow to remain perfectly still for one hour periods without moving. I was to make no movement of any kind, not even flick an eyebrow. Knowing this would be an extreme test of will I agreed. The heat and pain became intense. The suffering was more than unbearable, it was searing and terrible, but persistence and perseverance had been demanded and I had agreed to it. Buddha’s teachings on the nature of suffering became clearly experienced through my entire being. It was like fire, burning and scorching. And naturally the desire to be free from the agony was intense also. The slightest movement of the body would bring instant relief, but only for a moment, after which the agony would return when I sat still again.

As the days passed the pain persisted, and as the pain persisted so did my desire to be free from it. But there was to be no relief—perhaps a gradual simmering down, but no relief so long as I desired relief. My mind reflected on anicca again and it occurred to me that if everything was subject to change so was dukkha or suffering. As long as the mind was functioning in its usual egocentric fashion suffering was bound to continue. There was an intense desire to be free from suffering and this very desire was perpetuating the suffering. This must have been the turning point, my moment of truth.

Suddenly, at a point of supreme frustration, my mind stopped functioning for it realized it could not bring about a cessation of dukkha. The desire to be free from suffering ceased as the realization occurred that it could not be sought after and brought about. There was an infinitesimal attachment to the self and suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, something snapped and when the search stopped there was relief. It was an extraordinary and, for me, totally unprecedented experience.

“There was an indescribable calm. There was cool equanimity that seemed to fill and encompass entirety. There was everything and nothing, a peace which passes all understanding. The mind and body were transcended. The mind was quiet. It was not pleasure as we understand the word; joy comes nearer to expressing the experience. There are no longer any words to carry on with.” These were the sentences I wrote down later in a quite inadequate attempt to record the superb moment of my enlightenment. I cannot, and never will, lose the memory of that moment. It will always remain absolutely unforgettable and ineradicable in my mind. It was the culmination, rich beyond all my expectations, of the search. It was the fulfillment and justification of all my hopes. It is useless to try to convey to the reader the full meaning which this strange and truly wonderful experience had for me. A quiet mind is what many yearn for and if I can at least show that this so elusive state is attainable, that the seemingly impossible can be achieved, than I shall have amply succeeded in the purpose of this account.

For me a quiet mind was top priority. The stresses to which my mind had been subjected as an espionage agent living, as he is bound to live, a kind of double life with its frequent incidence of such emotions as anxiety, pain and fear are the stresses everyone experiences but in a concentrated form. For a spy, one might say, the emotional strains of a lifetime are telescoped into a few short, hectic years. My need for a quiet mind was urgent. But it is no less important for a business executive under pressure or a housewife harassed by an irritable husband or a kitchen-full of screaming kids. The end result is the same and the yearning for release is the same…

My experience of anicca which means the change, impermanence, transitoriness of all things, and vipassana, the understanding of the true nature of self, the awareness of self, was certainly a turning point in my life. I had found what I was looking for, I was, to some extent at least, “enlightened”. But as I have already indicated this new and valuable state was not an end in itself. Perhaps I had expected it to be just that, but having attained it I then found—and I think half expected this too—that it was only a beginning. Being attuned, switched on, initiated, call it what you will, I now found many further doors opened, leading to a richer life. One potent force that was awakened in me was the desire to pass on to others what I had learned and share the enjoyment and fulfilment of it…

That night I returned for the last time to the tiny wedge-shaped meditation room in the gold pagoda with which I had become so familiar. I stayed there until nearly three. When I emerged the center was in total darkness under the black Burmese sky from which shone a million bright stars. The only sound was the low murmuring of night insects. The world was asleep. I made my way to bed, sad at the thought that in only a few hours I should be leaving Rangoon and the oasis of light and peace that surrounded this gentle old man who, with charm, grace and vast good humour, had such a unique capacity for imparting peace of mind to those who sought his teaching…

I heard nothing of U Ba Khin until some months after Eve and I had arrived back at our home just outside London. One morning a neatly typed letter was delivered, postmarked Rangoon, and in it U Ba Khin told me I had been selected to give Buddhist-Dhamma instruction to new students on his behalf. He gave me precise guidance on how to go about selecting students and what course of tuition to give them… He cautioned me to forget about money if I was going to give courses. Success depended on the quality of the teaching and not upon any money that came “by stretching out both your hands…”

That night in the pagoda when the search ended, a search which had led me to many strange and wonderful parts of the world and in which I had directed my inquiries to many unconventional philosophies and diverse practices, was a night which has had far-reaching consequences. I knew a quiet mind at last. I knew the very fact that a quiet mind is attainable, which is a rare sort of knowledge. Maybe I was right when I wrote later, “There are no more words.”

~ John Coleman, The Quiet Mind
Working for the CIA, Mr Coleman used his free time to explore different spiritual paths, as documented in his book The Quiet Mind (1971). After several attempts to study Vipassanā meditation with different monks in Thailand, his search for peace of mind and liberating insights came to fruition in Yangon/Rangoon under the tutelage of the great Vipassanā meditation master Sayagyi U Ba Khin, who had established the International Meditation Center. "My enthusiasm to learn let me down. I spent a good part of my time analyzing, speculating, making copious notes, and in my zeal I’m afraid I missed the whole object of the exercise." "I put away all my notebooks, pencils and papers and tape recorder and prepared myself to let come what may." He describes how he immersed himself in the experience of Vipassanā. He went through stages familiar to any meditator. And once he stopped striving to understand, understanding came to him in a moment of transcendent insight. He writes, "I cannot, and never will, lose the memory of that moment. It will always remain absolutely unforgettable and ineradicable in my mind." ~ Wikipedia

Rohingya, Rohingya, Rohingya. May ALL beings be free!

"Pope Francis is in Myanmar this week to advocate for peace in a country where 600,000 Rohingya Muslims have fled violent attacks by government troops. But mentioning the religious minority by name could be diplomatically problematic. Jonathan Miller from Independent Television News has the report.

William Brangham:
Pope Francis arrived in Myanmar today with an appeal to end the crisis affecting the Rohingya Muslims in the majority Buddhist country; 600,000 Rohingya have fled to neighboring Bangladesh since August, fleeing violent attacks by government troops.

Jonathan Miller:
In the first apostolic visit to Myanmar ever, Francis aims to sow peace in a land where there’s serious discord, a Christian preaching harmony among Buddhists and Muslims. His cardinal here, who met the pope off the plane, has advised his boss to go easy. God’s top diplomat is going to be treading on eggshells, because there is a potentially explosive question hanging in the hot, humid air.

That question is, will Pope Francis use the R-word, Rohingya, a dirty word here in Buddhist Burma? Deploying it could provoke his hosts, but he knows there’s a problem. And he may just choose to name it.

Catholics make up just 1 percent of the population of Burma. Rohingya Muslims did comprise 4 percent, except most have now fled, hounded out by a barbarous military campaign backed by Buddhist nationalists of arson, systematic rape and mass murder; 623,000 Rohingya have crossed into neighboring Bangladesh in less than three months.

They’re friendless and stateless and now stuck in squalid camps, where, despite a deal last week to start sending them back again, most don’t want to go.

But amid the despair, Pope Francis had wanted to sow hope.

Man (through Interpreter):
The Christian Holy Father is going to meet Aung San Suu Kyi. He already knows a lot about us Rohingya. He will do his humanitarian duty. But I do not think they will listen. They have been doing this for a long, long time.

Jonathan Miller:
Just two days into what the U.N., the U.S. and the U.K. have all said looks like an ethnic cleansing campaign, the pope stood above St. Peter’s Square and prayed for what he called “our persecuted Rohingya brothers and sisters.”

We don’t know whether, in St. Mary’s cathedral in Yangon today, he used that R-word again when he met this man, general Min Aung Hlaing, Myanmar’s military chief, the most powerful man in the country and the shadowy architect of the cleansing campaign.

His armed forces have the blessing of Buddhist leaders, like Sitagu Sayadaw, who three weeks ago preached a sermon to officers which appeared to suggest that killing Rohingya was justified, on the grounds that, as non-Buddhists, they’re not really human.

The chauvinist interpretation of scripture, including by this monk, Ashin Wirathu, has led to the rapid rise of a xenophobic Buddhist nationalism, now the state creed here.

It’s into this cauldron that the peace and love pope has dived. Can he make a difference for the unwanted and now banished Rohingya? Well, tomorrow, he will meet Myanmar’s de facto political leader, Aung San Suu Kyi."

~ PBS

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"BANGKOK (AP) — The prejudice and hostility that Rohingya Muslims face in Myanmar stretch beyond the country’s notoriously brutal security forces to a general population receptive to an often-virulent form of Buddhist nationalism that has seen a resurgence since the end of military rule.

Many of Myanmar’s Buddhists have objected to the way the media and international community have portrayed the crisis in Rakhine state, which has caused a half million Rohingya to flee the country in the past month. Rather than recognize what the U.N. calls ethnic cleansing, they see a threat to national sovereignty and the future of Myanmar as a Buddhist-majority nation.

The standard academic work cited by Buddhist nationalists seeking to argue their case against the Rohingya — who they see as migrants living illegally in Myanmar — has a telling title: “Influx Viruses: The Illegal Muslims in Arakan.”

“They are seen as foreigners trying to infiltrate the country, and Buddhists of the strident type see them as trying to undermine their faith,” said Robert Taylor, a scholar of Myanmar’s political history.

Yet just as Rohingya have roots in Myanmar stretching back centuries, so do the historical forces that have shaped their oppression.

The Rohingya, while not recognized as an ethnic group in Myanmar, are decedents of centuries of intermingling between indigenous Muslims and migrants from the area that is now Bangladesh and India’s West Bengal. They lived mostly untroubled until after the British arrived and Myanmar became part of British colonial India and later the separate colony of Burma.

For about a century until the 1930s, more than a million South Asians — Muslims and Hindus alike — flooded into the country to take jobs as laborers, civil servants and moneylenders, leading to a “deep resentment” among the Burmese, said Mikael Gravers, a Danish anthropologist specializing in Myanmar.

They “took work from Burmese and land from peasants who could not pay their debt,” he said.

The identity of Indians was intertwined with the British colonizers, and that was seized upon in the 1920s by the nascent Burmese nationalist movement in which Buddhist monks were closely involved.

“Burmese nationalists saw themselves as colonized twice, first by the British, secondly by the Indians who, in particular, dominated the economy,” Taylor wrote in a 2015 study of ethnicity in Myanmar.

The Rohingya, with their dark skin and South Asian features, were caught up in this resentment. By the time the British were pushed out by the Japanese in 1942 — an invasion welcomed by the nationalists — Buddhist locals in Arakan, which is now Rakhine, took out their frustrations on those seen as British allies: Muslims, including the Rohingya. Thousands were killed in attacks and Muslim counterattacks.

Myanmar is almost 90 percent Buddhist, and for nationalists, religion has always been a successful issue with which to whip up support. That has been helped, both past and present, by the involvement of Buddhist monks in the movement.

With monks involved, “the alleged threat posed to the persistence of Buddhism as the religion of the majority of the population began to seem real,” Taylor wrote. “The memory of ‘Indian domination’ and ‘Buddhism in danger’ became part of the legacy of the nationalist movement inherited by Myanmar politicians and historians.”

Gen. Ne Win, who led a 1962 coup that led to five decades of military rule, wasn’t known as a particularly devout Buddhist, yet he was influenced by the Buddhist nationalism of the colonial era.

His nationalization of private enterprise put much of the large ethnic Indian trading class out of business. He was also responsible for letting loose the security forces on the Rohingya in 1977 and 1978, launching a hunt for illegal immigrants that set off the first major exodus to Bangladesh of some 200,000 people.

His most toxic legacy for the Rohingya was a 1982 citizenship law that basically granted full citizenship rights only to members of ethnic groups settled in Myanmar before 1823. Some 135 ethnic groups were officially listed as meeting this historical deadline, but not the Rohingya. This official decertification of Rohingya rights still serves as justification within Myanmar for their statelessness and social ostracism.

Myanmar also has a Muslim population distinct from the Rohingya who live in a mostly assimilated manner in other parts of the country outside Rakhine. Yet Muslims of every kind become targets of scapegoating in times of tension, a trend that has grown in recent years.

Rohingya, who numbered about 1 million among Myanmar’s 53 million people before the recent exodus, evoke an oversized fear and loathing among nationalists, who trot out statistics purporting to show that they have far higher birth rates than others in Myanmar.

Myanmar began the shift away from military rule in 2011 with the seating of an elected, though military-backed, government. An election in 2015 brought democracy leader Aung San Suu Kyi to power, though with military restraints on her authority.

“Since the start of the political transition in 2011, Buddhist nationalism in Myanmar has become significantly more visible,” Brussels-based International Crisis Group said in a report this month. “As authoritarian controls were lifted after years of repression, deep-seated grievances emerged into the open, and new freedoms of expression allowed individuals and the media to give voice to these grievances in ways that were not possible before.”

Access to new forms of communication, such as cellphones and social media, has helped accelerate the spread of nationalist narratives, hate speech and rumors, it said. Often such rumors are tales of sexual violence allegedly perpetrated by Muslims against Buddhist women.

Rakhine state has Myanmar’s largest concentrations of Muslims by far, and historically has been regarded as a buffer against Muslim neighbors to the west. Yet it wasn’t until violence broke out in 2012 that it became a focal point for Buddhist nationalists.

“If you asked about the Rohingya 20 years ago, most Burmese in Rangoon would be indifferent,” Michael Charney, a Southeast Asia specialist at London’s School of Oriental and African Studies, said, using another name for Yangon, the country’s largest city. “This situation has changed in the last few years — in part, ironically, because of the greater freedoms made possible since 2010.”

Events outside Myanmar also lent credibility to dire warnings of a Muslim takeover: the rise of militant Islamist groups, and the consequent tide of Islamophobia in the West.

“It is important to take the fear of Muslim conquest seriously. It is a result of 50 years of isolation, limited education, violence, injustice and insecurity during military rule,” said Gravers, the anthropologist. “This paranoia has returned during the transition from military rule. But now global influence in the form of al-Qaida and Islamic State has an important role too.”

~ Grant Peck, Religion News Service

"We call on Buddhist friends around the world to make our concerns known to all parties in the Republic of the Union of Myanmar, and to give generously to the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees and other international humanitarian organizations providing aid to Rohingya communities. As Buddhists, we are channeling funds through the UNHCR. Our dana can say to Rohingya peoples and to the world that the rain of Buddha’s compassion falls on all beings equally."