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So I’m Reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead And…

Warning:  This post is going to dabble in areas of serious pretentiousness.  I don’t know how to talk about this the way I want to without it, so I’m just going to embrace it.

About a year ago I started a growing obsession with reading source spiritual, religious, or philosophical texts or scriptures.  I grew a bit…impatient, maybe…with reading other people’s interpretations or regurgitations of history’s great pieces of writing that revealed some sliver of The Truth.  I figured, why not go straight to the well myself?

So far, it’s been an incredibly rewarding decision that has literally enriched every single moment of my life.  So I’m going to keep on going with it and see where it takes me.

Right now, I’m just at the beginning of the an edition of The Tibetan Book of the Dead (apparently known in Tibet as The Great Liberation by Hearing In the Intermediate States) that claims to be the first complete translation.  That’s pretty stunning to think about when you open up the cover and see this book was first published in 2005.  Think about that…

Anyway, the book is rocking my world.  I ran a quick Google search to (unsuccessfully) grab an image of the book’s cover for this post and came across this gem from a 2001 NME interview with Thom Yorke of Radiohead:

Sometimes, the world makes [Thom] literally ill and sometimes his own head makes him literally ill. Prone to extreme thinking-too-much syndrome (“I’d say, about most things, whoooo!”), he’s a “shameless dabbler” in Buddhism, read The Tibetan Book Of The Dead and it sent him bonkers, couldn’t finish it, “it freaked the living crap out of me, absolutely.”

So yeah, there’s that.  Whatever.  Thom Yorke has great vision, but he’s buried himself so deeply in the empty darkness of the Universe that he can’t separate truth from terror.  I would bet that’s what ‘sent him bonkers’ more than the text itself.  I still might go insane though so we’ll see.

I want to share an early portion of The Tibetan Book of the Dead with you because I loved it from the moment I first read it.  It’s a translation of a poem called ‘The Root Verses of the Six Intermediate States’.  The poem describes six inevitable modes of existence and the best frame of mind to carry into all of them in order to seek a higher state of understanding.  They are: Living, Dreaming, Meditating, Dying, Being Dead, Being Reborn.

I’m not here to have a discussion about the merits of reincarnation, so if that’s an issue in your mind right now (which I’ll admit it is a bit troublesome for me), try to table it just for the moment and focus on the other five that we know to be real.

The introduction in the edition I’m reading says ‘it is recommended that practitioners should memorize these verses and recite them repeatedly, while reflecting on their meaning, throughout their lives.’

So in other words: take it in, mull it over and revisit it over and over and over and over again.  I hope it does for you as much as it’s already done for me.

Root Verses of the Six Intermediate States

Alas, now as the intermediate state of living arises before me,

Renouncing laziness, for which there is no time in this life,

I must enter the undistracted path of study, reflection and meditation.

Taking perceptual experience and [the nature of] mind as the path,

I must cultivate actualization of the three Buddha-bodies (a term describing three specific dimensions of experiencing an enlightened mind).

Now, having obtained a precious human body, this one time,

I do not have the luxury of remaining on a distracted path.

 

Alas, now as the intermediate state of dreams arises before me,

Renouncing the corpse-like, insensitive sleep of delusion,

I must enter, free from distracting memories, the state of the abiding nature of reality.

Cultivating [the experience of] inner radiance,

Through recognition, emanation, and transformation of dreams,

I must not sleep like a beast,

But cherish the experiential cultivation which mingles sleep with actual [realization].

 

Alas, now as the intermediate state of meditative concentration arises before me,

Renouncing the mass of distractions and confusions,

I must undistractedly enter a state,

Which is devoid of subjective apprehension, and free from the [two] extremes,

And attain stability in the stages of generation and perfection.

At this moment, having renounced activity,

And having attained a singular [concentration],

I must not fall under the sway of bewildering mental afflictions!

 

Alas, now as the intermediate state of the time of death arises before me,

Renouncing [all] attachment, yearning and subjective apprehension in every respect,

I must enter the path, on which the oral teachings are clearly understood,

And eject my own awareness into the uncreated expanse of space.

Immediately upon separation from this compounded body of flesh and blood,

I must know [this body] to be like a transient illusion.

 

Alas, now as the intermediate state of reality arises before me,

Renouncing the merest sense of awe, terror, or fear,

I must recognize all that arises to be awareness, manifesting naturally of itself.

Knowing [such sounds, lights and rays] to be visionary phenomena of the intermediate state,

At this moment, having reached this critical point,

I must not fear the assembly of Peaceful and Wrathful Deities, which manifest naturally!

 

Alas, now as the intermediate state of rebirth arises before me,

I must with one-pointed intention concentrate my mind,

And resolutely connect with the residual potency of my virtuous past actions.

I must obstruct the womb and entrance and call to mind the methods of reversal.

This is the time when perseverance and purity of perception are imperative.

I must give up all jealousy and meditate on my spiritual teacher with consort.

 

From the mouth of the accomplished masters come these words:

‘O, [you], with your mind far away, thinking that death will not come,

Entranced by the pointless activities of this life,

If you were to return empty-handed now, would not your [life’s] purpose have been utterly confused?

Recognize what it is that you truly need!  It is a sacred teaching, beginning from this very moment?’

And it is also said,

‘If I choose not to take the oral teachings of the spiritual teacher to heart,

Am I not the deceiver of myself?’


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Two Of The Funniest Gifs on the Web

Alright I’m dedicating this post to my big sis who has been a saint for putting up with me for years.  She didn’t always like me, but from the moment she realized I was also a human, she has taken such good care of me and the rest of our family.  Recently, she’s been so great about sharing all of my music with her friends for years now and making sure I know she really likes what I’m doing.

In return, I have continued full speed on my self-absorbed quest of trying to increase my awesomeness at all times.  Well, Internet…TODAY IS THE DAY that I don’t stop because I just love being a little punk so very much.

However, take some time right now to hop on over to my sister’s website, Simply Savannah Events.  She’s been a busy bee this year becoming the best new event planner in Savannah, Georgia!  If you’re looking for a classy, affordable wedding, bridal/baby shower, or any other event, she’s your gal.  She’s also on Twitter!

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New Song Demo….Full Recording to Come

 

These are the lyrics to a song I finished in Vermont after a storm rolled through over Lake Champlain while I was reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  There’s a lot I’d like to say about that book, but I feel like I’ve said most of it with this song.

I’m putting the lyrics in italics so you take it extra seriously.  Recording will be up soon.

Books burn and stories will fade
The strength in our arms can’t fight against change
The wind’s tide keeps rumbling on.

Look hard at the thunderous cloud,
there’s a freedom inside whispering out
and it’s calling you,
calling you home.

saying, “time will pass and reduce to ash, your bones.”
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of when it hits…and when you know?

Facts hold our feet to the ground
Mind wanders off, chasing the sound
of the storm cloud that whispered of home.

From in between the Truth and what we see,
it’s thunder pulls out what we choose to perceive
echoing the size of our world.

Time will pass and reduce to ash, our bones.
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of what exists…and what we know?

Holding strong to stones of belief,
we built up walls where all agreed.
But hear what the storm cloud said?
Even Mountains are shaped by the Wind.

Time will pass and reduce to ash, our bones.
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of what has been…and what we’re told?

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Refresh Your Self

I had a recent sit with my fathers Zen Master who ordained him as a buddhist priest.  It was very much needed, but when I left, I felt more troubled than when I arrived…The responsibility for my life is on me and me alone. Ultimately, my fantasies about the magical nature of the universe are fabrications of my character that at times distract me from the simple truth that I am alive.

Pass it on.

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NPR: Words

NPR is cool sometimes.  Videos like this are why.

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Under the Lymelight: The Realities of Chronic Lyme Disease

Pete Smith is a stand-up guy with a big heart who really cares and looks out for his people.  Recently, he’s hit a pretty big bump in the road that’s going to take a lot of energy to get past and he could use some help so he can start living the life he deserves.  I’ll let him speak for himself on this one.  His story:


In December 2007, I graduated cum laude from Harvard University with a degree in Psychology. After completing my last semester in a study abroad program in Fiji, I spent the next few months traveling through New Zealand, Africa, Thailand and Hong Kong. I then returned to Boston, MA to begin working as an Associate Consultant at Axia, a business management consulting firm. I lived a fast-paced life of work, play and travel, and I loved every minute of it. Then, all of a sudden, it came to a screeching halt.

In January 2009, I began feeling fatigue and aches that seemed to be beyond the common flu. A few months later, I blacked out at work and was in so much pain I could barely get out of bed. For the next nine months, I saw over 10 specialists in Boston, including the hospital’s top doctors. After 90 pages of blood tests, CT scans, endoscopies, colonoscopies, biopsies, MRIs and any other test you can think of, the doctors remained clueless. The symptoms continued to progress and I started noticing new ones, including cognitive difficulties (trouble reading and remembering, losing short-term memory, mixing up phone numbers and addresses, and a few times forgetting which apartment I lived in); crippling bone, muscle and joint pain; constant headaches, including migraines; weight loss of 25 pounds; extreme fatigue; insomnia; hallucinations; and many others. There were days when I was not sure that I would survive through the night.

Initially thinking of Celiac disease, with the increased symptoms I began to suspect Lyme (which I had when I was six years old living on Long Island). At this time I did not know the political chaos surrounding this disease. When I mentioned Lyme to a doctor, it looked as if I had suggesting drinking Satan’s potion to cure myself. Doctors would stammer, “It’s definitely not Lyme, trust me,” and “Maybe it’s HIV. Let’s check again [for the fourth time].” My primary care told me that it was all in my head; that I should get more sleep and “stop complaining about the pain.” He said I would never find a cure to an imaginary illness so I should learn to deal with it and stop making it worse than it already was. I left each doctor’s office in tears of frustration, pain and anger. How could it be that these world-class doctors would refuse to even test for, or even consider, Lyme disease? Then I learned the true politics of Lyme disease.

In 2006, the Infectious Disease Society of America (“IDSA”), an independent medical association, released the Lyme disease guidelines. Patients with chronic Lyme disease were shocked to see this group of doctors completely denying that Chronic Lyme disease even exists. The panel found that in no circumstances should patients be treated with more than 30 days of antibiotics, and oftentimes less is sufficient. It did not acknowledge that Lyme disease can exist beyond the initial infection, and insisted on a positive Lyme test to show that a patient had been infected at all. This test has been found to be over 50% inaccurate. It turns out that nine out of the 13 board members have direct conflicts of interest, including being on the payrolls of pharmaceutical companies, holding patents to Lyme vaccines and diagnostic tests, and in some cases, even receiving money directly from insurance companies who do not want to pay for long-term antibiotics (oral and intravenous), one of the few, albeit risky, paths to a cure for many Chronic Lyme disease patients such as myself. Despite the Attorney General of Connecticut, Richard Blumenthal’s antitrust suit of the IDSA, the guidelines have persisted. Just recently it was reported that the guidelines were reviewed by an “independent body,” and that not a single change needed to be made. This independent body was of course found to have direct ties to the IDSA. In the true peak of irony, the head of the new independent review committee was in fact the previous head of the IDSA itself.

Lyme disease is an epidemic in this country, surpassing HIV to become the number two infectious disease our country currently faces. This is not limited to the northeast as cases have sprung up all over the east and west coasts. Yet, due to these corrupt IDSA guidelines, doctors are too scared to diagnose Lyme disease and insurance companies are all too quick to deny any payments related to this “nonexistent” illness. Lyme patients have bankrupted themselves while becoming increasingly sick, -oftentimes ending in death. Meanwhile, Lyme-literate physicians such as Dr. Joseph Jemsek, previously of North Carolina, struggle to treat patients. Dr. Jemsek was sued by Blue Cross Blue Shield of North Carolina for $100 million since he refused to follow the IDSA guidelines. He lost the case and his license to practice medicine in North Carolina was suspended for one year, forcing him to relocate to South Carolina and currently, Washington, DC.

This is an unfortunate story of corruption, deceit and death. This is a story which needs to be exposed and I need your help in doing so. I have lost nearly everything to this disease: my apartment, my job, my friends, my money and my independence. But it’s time for the suffering of Lyme patients around the United States to end.

Please contact me if you would be willing to work to expose this corruption. I would be happy to speak with you and answer any questions you may have about this disease and the experience that I am going through.

Thank you so much for your consideration.
Peter Smith

pssmith2@gmail.com

This Monday, June 7th, Pete will have an IV put in for approximately the next six months. The medication Peter will be receiving through the IV will cause him to feel extremely sick (even worse than now), and he will most likely be unable to get out of bed on a regular basis. The upcoming six months will be filled with pain and fear. Peter needs your support.

This IV will cost $1800 per WEEK. Peter is expecting to have the IV for up to 6 months = over $40, 000. Any donations for Peter would be greatly appreciated by all of his friends, family, and of course Peter. Anything you can spare, even just a few bucks could help!

CLICK HERE TO DONATE TO PETE VIA PAYPAL (send to pssmith2@gmail.com)

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Regardless of how you feel on this issue, Pete and his family need money to afford this aggressive treatment.  As a peer of Pete, I am deeply discouraged to think of him forced to spend these years of his life constricted to his bed, robbed of the opportunities I enjoy every day to be out in the world laying the foundation for my future.  If you can’t afford to donate, you can help by spreading the word.  This is the internet after all.


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A First Taste of Liberia (via AU Interns)

My girlfriend Alyssa’s sister Anna just landed in Liberia last week to begin a four month hands-on experience in community development in third world countries. This is her first update and it’s a great opportunity to use the new “reblog” function on WordPress.

Greetings from Liberia!  I arrived safely in Liberia Wednesday night after over a full day of exhausting travel. After less than a week, I have found myself falling in love with this beautiful culture and its people. My DEN-L coworkers have been extremely welcoming and eager to make me as comfortable and at-home as possible. I am quickly becoming accustomed to the hot and muggy climate, the few hours of the day when electricity is available (my f … Read More

via AU Interns

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Pickle the Puggle

My girlfriend and I got a puppy together and we named her Pickle and she is the COOLEST.  Here are videos of her first week with us:

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