Hier ein weiteres Beispiel, wie buddhistische Medien Informationen unterdrücken. In diesem Fall behauptete der Moderator, die im Forum für sich werbende Gruppe hätte mit meinen Infos nichts zu tun - um dann meinen Beitrag, der als Warnung gelten sollte, wiederholt zu löschen. Hier die Selbstdarstellung der Gruppe:
„Dharma Fox Zen Hermitage“ (DFZH) ist ein Zweig der „Dharma Winds Zen Sangha“ (DWZS), im deutschsprachigen Raum.
Die „Dharma Winds Zen Sangha“ (DWZS) ist eine reformierte Chan/Zen buddhistische Gemeinschaft, die sich aus verschiedenen Chan/Zen Eremitagen zusammensetzt und sowohl mit dem Zen-Buddhistischen Orden von Hsu Yun (ZBOHY – zatma.org) als auch mit dem “Still Center Zen Order“ (still center.org) verbunden ist."
Über zatma.org und meine Publikation eines Werkes von Hsu Yun lernte ich deren damalige Leiterin Ming Shakya kennen. Sie wird von obiger Gruppe ausdrücklich als Linienhalterin beschrieben. Es kam zu einem Email-Austausch, in dem sie sich als umfassend gebildet, intelligent, aber am Ende auch als "übergriffig" erwies, in dem Sinne, dass sie mich als ihren Schüler einfangen wollte (ich meine ausdrücklich nicht die sexuellen Konnotationen ihres nun folgenden Textes, die machen mir nix aus).
Diese Email dient der Aufklärung und Warnung vor Methoden von spirituellen Lehrern, andere a) von ihrer eigenen überlegenen Erkenntnis überzeugen, b) in ihre "Fänge" bringen zu wollen.
Was wird hier u.a. behauptet oder getan?
1) Sie räumt ein, dass ich nicht um Rat fragte.
2) Sie sagt, ich hätte ihn nötig.
3) Ich solle aber nicht diskutieren, nur ggf. nachfragen.
4) Es gäbe unten auf der spirituellen Leiter Unterschiede, oben (wo sie sich offenbar ansiedelt) nicht.
5) Es gäbe zwei von mir, einen materiellen und einen spirituellen; die spirituelle Welt sei für einen Mystiker die wirkliche Welt.
6) Samadhi/Versenkung sei orgasmische Ekstase.
7) Für ein paar Sekunden könne man mit den Augen Gottes sehen und erkennen, dass er wirklich existiere.
8) In jahrelang anhaltender Ekstase würde man sich als das andere Geschlecht empfinden ("transsexuelle Erfahrung").
Usw.
Zum Übersetzen benutze man z.B. DeepL.
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Fwd: Re: Two big dumb guys
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Von: emma b. An: schnipp (...) Datum: 17.05.2013 - 00:17 Betreff: Re: Two big dumb guys
Hi Fafnir,
Where to start? Oddly enough, a person who has strong opinions (such as a brother giant) usually is gaining the impetus (however wrong his opinions are) to break through the barriers of dark confusion and see the light. It's that Plato's cave thing... believing that shadows on the wall constitute reality and then crawling out of the cave to see things clearly in sunlight. The crawling out part requires the kind of determination that originally drove the inquiry into so many apparently conflicting "shadowy" points of view.
You haven't asked for my instruction. I can see from the many conclusions you've reached that you need instruction into the nature of the Real World. But take it or leave it. You are a proud man and easily angered. The two giants who guard the gates of Heaven against us are Pride and Anger. If you can suspend both of them long enough to listen and to keep your mind open and as eager to "know" what you have thus far only been able to surmise, I'll try to explain the "other" world to you. I'll even try to help you to reach the summit of that world's experiential understanding. Just don't try to match wits with me. If I say something that is not clear, tell me that it isn't clear. Don't argue with me. Inquire. I will try to be more clear. I have been to where you want to go. This will not be - "I know where you want to go, but you can't get there from here" kind of exercise.
First... there are two worlds... two Guidos. There is the external Guido of the material world; and there is the internal Guido Buddha of the Spiritual World. To a mystic, the Spiritual World is the Real world. We say that in order for something to be real and true, it has to be unconditional, universal, immutable, and eternal. In the illusionary material world all things are in flux. They are constantly changing, subject to conditions, parochial, and temporal. A mystic reads the work of another mystic and knows this universal truth. From the Mundaka (I think this is the correct upanishad... I'm unable to get to my books right now because of my recent surgery)... it says, "Like two birds of golden plumage, inseparable companions, the individual ego self and the Immortal Self sit side by side on the branches of the self-same tree. The former tastes of the sweet and bitter fruits of the tree; the latter, tasting of neither, calmly observes." There is no big guy with galaxies for earrings stalking the cosmos. God is inside you... and also inside every other individual. Heaven and Hell exist and they exist here and now and in your own mind; and unless you've been decapitated, you carry your heaven and hell with you wherever you go. To a mystic, the material world is hell. The real world of the Spirit is the heaven into which we constantly and gratefully retreat. (As Sartre said in No Exit, "Hell is other people.")
Every religious system worth noting (not silly cults or astrology or numerology) has a mystical ladder. At the base of the ladder, there is nothing but conflict... pride and anger and the five other deadly sins. A person who is fed up with "religion" and who wants to know "truth, peace, joy, and freedom" begins to climb that ladder (or crawl out of the cave.) Religions at their base all say they love and serve God so much that, if necessary, they'll kill anyone who opposes them. But those who reach the top of their religion's ladder look around and see others that have climbed their religion's ladder; and they see that there is not a dime's worth of difference between them. The differences are all at the base.
The brain's pleasure centers are accessed in these exalted spiritual states. No one can imagine the experience of Divine Marriage or "Bodhisattva Experience." Sure, I can tell you that just sitting in a meditative state I lost 8 pounds in ten days. When the phone would ring, I'd answer quite coherently. No one on the outside would have a clue as to what was going on inside my psyche. And then I'd hang up the phone and my eyes would roll back into that paradise. On Oprah Winfrey's show I heard a scientist say that a woman burns 65 calories during an orgasm and I think that there are something like 3600 calories to the pound. I lost 8 pounds in ten days. Do the math. It is non-stop orgasmic ecstasy. And these orgasmic experiences are full body, toes to head, enveloping protracted indescribable experiences that just go on and on and on. Yes, it fades into more manageable bliss. But it continues for several years. And during the entire experience, the meditator is in the opposite sex. It is like you sitting in the audience of a play and watching a drama being performed in which you, as a woman, are also given a leading role.
And because your ego is not present in any of this, the same scene can be played over and over and over and it never loses its freshness. In the material world, if you hear a joke, you may laugh at the punch line... once.
The second time you hear it, it's not so funny. By the third time, your ego says, "yeah, yeah, yeah... I know the story."
In Assault on the Summit I list the 36 Tattvas or principles. They are an ancient version of determining the path from the material world through to the Origin. Think of a cartesian grid. Mark off 36 points on the abscissa. Start at 36 and work towards the origin. #36 is Earth, #35 is Water, #34 is Fire... you get the picture. #6 is important. That is Maya (what the Japanese call Makyo. This is where the transition between material and spiritual occurs. At #5 you enter the Spiritual World. #5 is true mediation (not a lot of the nonsense that many people think is meditation... but, among other experiences, "seeing one of Plato's Ideal Forms laid up in heaven."
What a kick that is. You won't shut up for three days talking about it. (We call it Zen disease.). #4 is Samadhi... orgasmic ecstasy. It is not the visionary experience of Divine marriage. It is just sitting in meditation and pushing through to visionless ecstasy. Zen Masters love to joke about this stage. They are like fishermen who tell each other how big the fish was that they caught. One will say, for example, "When I went "in" I had just finished cooking a pot of rice; and when I came out, here was an inch of dust on the pot's lid."
Tattva #3 is the first Trinitarian experience, Satori. The Divine Guido will seem to be sitting at the back of Guido's head. This material world Guido is like a candle flame in his forehead. Then the Divine Guido goes "Wheeesh!" and blows out that flame and then the world is seen as God intended it to be seen... in all its pristine exquisite clarity. It is the same room... but now it is perfect. The same cricket may be chirping outside one's window, but now it is the Music of the Spheres. So for five glorious earth seconds you get to be God or at least to look at the world through God's eyes. And then the flame reignites and the material world Guido is back. But now he knows that God truly does exist. He knows it because he has experienced it.
Tattva #2&1 are the Androgynous Bodhisattva experience. Two if you're a male, One if you're a female.
Obviously you have to have your Anima Archetype safely back in your head so that she can subsume your ego. So if you are in hot love with some female in your environment, forget it. You don't have the Goddess in your head... you have projected her out into the environment on some girl or woman. In the course of these visionary experiences you will eventually experience "conception" and then "gestation" and then delivery of the Divine Child - who grows up fast. This takes you from #1 on the abscissa to the ordinate.
On the other side.... the negative side... is the Void.
The transsexual experience is artistically represented by Samantabhadra as a warrior and as a courtesan. Or as Shiva and Parvati or Zeus and Hera. Usually a married couple who never seem to have children by each other. (Which of course makes sense.)
Here is a poem written by Saint John of the Cross in the 1500's in Spain. Please keep in mind that Roman Catholic authorities usually do not elevate homosexuals to sainthood. The Bodhisattva experience has nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality. You will still be 100% male in every thing you do. But when you are in true meditation, for the length of time that you are in Divine Marriage, you are the woman of your dreams. And who would know better how to make love to her than you? No one. That's enough theology for today. Here is Saint John writing as a woman. He will speak of "my house" this is his psyche; being all stilled (he's in deep meditation); No one can see him (because what is happening is inside his mind); he climbs the ladder.... think Kundalini ascent; "disguised" because he is a woman; and the passion... the living flame.. is that ecstasy. ok Fafnir, Leave your cares forgotten among the lilies. em.
.Noche Oscura
En una Noche oscura Con ansias en amores inflamada -Oh, dichosa ventura! Sali sin ser notada, Estando ya mi casa sosegada.
A oscuras, y segura Por la secreta escala disfrazada -Oh dichosa ventura! A oscuras y en celada, Estando ya mi casa sosegada.
En la noche dichosa En secreto, que nadie me veia, Ni yo miraba cosa, Sin otra luz y guia Sino la que en el corazon ardia.
Aquesta me guiaba Mas cierto que la luz del mediodia, A donde me esperaba -Quien yo bien me sabia - En parte donde nadie parecia.
Oh noche que guiaste! Oh noche amable mas que el alborada! Oh noche que juntaste Amado con amada, Amada en el Amado transformada.
En mi pecho florido, Que entero para el solo se guardaba, Alli quedo dormido, Y yo le regalaba, Y el ventalle de cedros aire daba.
El aire de la almena, Cuando ya sus cabellos esparcia, Con su mano serena En mi cuello heria, Y todos mis sentidos suspendia.
Quedeme y olvideme, El rostro recline sobre el Amado, Ceso todo, y dejeme, Dejando me cuidado Entre las azucenas olvidado.
Yao Sheng Shakya, a monk in our Order in Argentina, translated San Juan's poem for us. He has captured the work's passionately androgynous essence - as Saint John writes as a woman.
A Dark Night
In the deep of night, Inflamed with the yearnings of love (Oh joyous venture!) I go out, unnoticed, My house being now asleep.
Safe in the dark, By the secret ladder, disguised, (Oh joyous venture!) Between the shadows, unseen, My house being now asleep.
In the joyful night, In secret, neither being seen Nor letting my eyes be caught by anything, Without a light or guide Save the fire that kept my heart in flames.
It guided me, Steadfast as the midday light To Him, where He awaited me, He, the One I knew so well Whom no one else could see.
�Oh night! �Oh night, kinder than dawn! �Oh, night who joined Two Lovers, One in the Other transfigured.
On my flowering breasts, Kept for Him alone, There He fell asleep; And I caressed Him While the distant cedars fanned us.
The wind blew from the merlons; And when I stroked His ruffled hair, He, with a gentle hand Touched my neck, - a wound that suspended all my senses.
In total quietness, I forgot myself, Reposing my face on my Beloved. Everything ceased. My cares left me, Forgotten among the lilies, In the blissful oblivion.
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