Buddha of Nazareth

 Some of my favorite Christian's are Buddhists. To me, they embody the truest teachings of the Man from Galilee.

In my understanding, Jesus was a strong yet gentle messenger of The Way. He practiced nonviolence. He was not attached to the material or temporary or superficial things of this world. He not only sought out the Dharma, He Became the Dharma. He taught in and prayed with the Sangha. He poured forth cool, flowing Holy Water to ease our Karma without forcing us to drink. He meditated continually. Seeking the guidance, even unto Himself, of the Supreme Source of All Enlightenment.

There was another mass shooting in America today. 

This time, in a hospital. The dwelling space we gather in to Heal and offer Care and Compassion. Our hospitals are make shift churches. Heads are often bowed in prayer. Seeking assistance, perhaps for the very first time, from the Supreme Source of all Enlightenment.

The last mass shooting occurred in a schoolroom.

I am quite sure that the Master's and Teacher's, the Bodhisattva's of great compassion and all the Sages and Prophet's across the vast expanse of our time here on Earth, gathered together, and collectively Wept.

We have been shown The Way. Throughout our history the prophets have spoken. We know what to do.

And Yet.

The best and the brightest in the corridors of American leadership want to arm the teachers of our children. Rather than leading us in the disarming of our Hearts.

I fear the narrative in the Upper Rooms of the Highest Realms now becomes more anguished.

I can almost hear The Voice Cry Out. 

Saying:

Father. Forgive them. They know exactly what they do.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 4, 2022 at 8:06 AM

    You have said so well what is in my heart
    Instead of working on eliminating guns we are going to give guns to people who want to teach not kill

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Realm of Shadow and Light

 I recently saw a post on social media that caught my eye and captured my attention.  At first I wondered why someone would post such a grim and disturbing photo amidst these troubled times that beg for hope and healing. In the photo there is a doorway that largely reflects the shadow of a gnarled and twisted and lifeless tree. The shadow looms and seems to hiss and contort itself into the face of a monster who has come to devour its prey. I questioned why this photo would be shared with such a trembling and tender world. I could not, however, look away. I studied it closely. I wondered and sought answers. And I decided to read the comments of others who had viewed the post. Through the commentary I heard the chorus.  Through the commentary I was given a metaphor for life.  In one clear voice, those who had commented, sung out this essential refrain: Look Toward The Light. I revisited the photo and shifted my focus. There before my eyes, staring out from beside the dark shadows, was a
Read more

Daughter, Move Back

 There was no fanfare. No Angel Wings. No flowing robes or crown of stars. There were no trumpet sounds or epic light displays. But the feel about Her was a Deep Blue Sea, a Star Kissed Sky and the Vast Expanse of Mystery, wrapped both in Presence and Eternity. She looked like one of us. Just like the girl next door or your own best friend or the oldest, most familiar Sacred Space you’ve ever known.  She spoke to me through impressions that I understood instinctively. She was a force to be reckoned with and held a deep command. Though not aggressively or oppressively, but as one in tune with Truth and utter Certainty. She told me to move back. And so, with Awe, I released the dying body of my mother. I released her labored breath, her twisted hands, her racing heart. I moved my chair back to the end of the bed and turned it around to face Her as She drew closer to us both. My mother’s face was turned in the direction of the window.  Our Lady swept Her hand in Graceful, slow motion inte
Read more

What the Wind Said

 I have recently had to remember how to unplug and how to tune in. There have been several diagnoses. Some for myself. Some for those I love. A diagnosis can be a slippery slope. Of action and pause. Of reflection and cause. Of claiming, reframing and finding out what we are made of. The daily news confounds my nervous system. Although I feel I must not look away, and I must do my part, a steady diet of what is wrong does not feed me strong enough seeds of what I can do to make “right”. I’ve turned to distractions that I told myself were for my enlightenment. In particular, a series of spiritual stories on film that captured my attention and made me want to be a better person. I visited the social media pages of others who had gathered there. To my surprise they were filled with judgments, criticisms and condemnations. A virtual platform of “my sense of rightness” throwing stones at      “your sense of rightness.”  It was painful and felt like a mirror of what I have to work on within
Read more