Doggy Digestion and Other Party Animals

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

Doggy Digestion And Other Party Animals

Hi! I hope you are happy and healthy. Here are a couple of pieces from Thailand. They could just have easily come from Nepal. Both nations are devout. Both used to have potential for doing the wild and crazy. These two bits are in the book Reincarnation Through Common Sense. The first is in basic song lyric form. It is is a tribute to the beloved temple dogs that lived in my Buddhist temple home. The second is pretty formless, but is almost in the form of internal rhyme lyrics. It is about a saintly alcoholic German resort manager. I hope you have as much fun reading them as I had experiencing and writing them.

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Feeding Chilis to Dogs

PRELUDE: Buddhism is very kind to animals. The dogs at this Southeast Asian temple get treated better than most humans in any country. We comb through their fur to pick tics and burdocks off of them. They get petted, played with, and loved about as often as they want to be. At noon, when the Monks and Nuns are finished eating for the day, the dogs get a large amount of leftovers. They eat the same white rice soaked in a variety of delicacies as the people eat. More often than not, the delicacies contain meat or seafood. These delicious dishes are prepared daily by villagers for the Monks and Nuns, but the villagers know full well that the dogs are a part of our temple community and will be finishing off these offerings. Many of these dishes are spicy enough to scare even hardcore lovers of hot food. The dogs get everything, chili peppers included.

That brought this little ditty to mind. I picture it being harmonized barbershop quartet style by four dogs ranging from puppy to old age. They all have with indigestion. It could be sung in any number of different rhythms. Pick one you like.

You comb us and feed us, you love and debreed us if we have the worms in our stool You let us roam ‘round as we damn well please. You pet us and think that we’re cool

Your kindness unbounded keeps us hounds unhounded. We’re comfy as bumps upon logs But for the canine life of me, I just can’t see why you feed fuggin chilis to dogs

CHORUS Chili peppers to dogs, chili peppers to dogs You know we eat a fast bowl It tears us a new asshole Buddha answer our prayer or an ulcer we’ll share ‘Cause you feed chili peppers to dogs

Our coats are all shiny, they glow as if waxed There are bones in the meat and we love you for that

Our whole lives are blessings, we never get taxed You give us fine pork, never trimming the fat

Weeeeeee Looooooove Faaaaaaaaaaaaat !!!

We’re gratefully not in the streets getting kicked, or born in a desert to abusive lepers But our butts always bleed, and we’re dizzy and sick Please give us the food, but hold out the peppers

Chili peppers to dogs, chili peppers to dogsYou know we eat a fast bowlIt tears us a new assholeBuddha answer our prayer or an ulcer we’ll share When you feed chili peppers to dogs

Note: Truthfully, the dogs are well adapted to their lifelong consumption of these chilis. The spiciness of the food does not bother them at all. If the peppers were disturbing to the dogs, the Monks and Nuns would pick them out before feeding time.

PRELUDE: “Sepp” was my best friend in Thailand. He managed the resort a few miles down the beach from the temple. I was literally penniless at the time. Sepp bought me unlimited beer, smokes, food, and provided a free room whenever I would need a break from the sweet but austere bliss of the temple. He was one of the kindest, craziest people that I ever had the privilege of knowing.

Sepp had fun every day, but what he did on his days off was the seed of legend throughout the community.

Sepp’s Day Off

Each morning after, I swoon, wheeze, and cough, but I still never miss my best friend Sepp’s day off. He cooks, drives, and manages—keeps his week tight, but when Sepp has a day off he sure does it right. We go out together, proceed to get plastered, and when we are done we are two drunken bastards. It’s rarely just us two. Folks always come ‘round to see what ole Sepp’s gonna do to the town. They come from next door and from miles far away. They know on Sepp’s day off that it’s time to play. Elvis and Janis had parties galore, but compared to Sepp’s day off they were prob’ly a bore. Sing into microphones, crank calls on telephones, trek through the jungle to a winemaking uncle, then off to the ocean—perpetual motion! Watch wildlife through telescopes, smoke lots of kick-ass dope. Bring booze to construction sites, get workers way too tight. Cook mango puree and distribute it free to random passersby while getting them high. Climb trees for coconuts and display our naked butts, topless girls flash us back with invites to rub our backs—an excellent notion, don’t forget lotion! Visit a holy shrine, while drunk on old uncle’s wine—share some with the police, watch their tension decrease! Direct traffic on the roads to save endangered toads. Some drivers just steer, others stop to share beer. Free English class is a local desire. We fill it with laughter wearing goth/vamp attire. No regular teacher, that plastic-fanged Whiteboy! Learning’s more fun when life is your toy. Back at the resort we are still at our best, thrusting parties and laughter upon happy guests. Sometimes I just stand there and laugh while I’m pissing. If you’ve not seen Sepp’s day off, you don’t know what you’re missing.

Many thanks to our wonderful friends at Pema Boutique Hotel for their help and support. ***The books Fearless Puppy On American Road and Reincarnation Through Common Sense by this same author are also available through Amazon or the Fearless Puppy website, where there are sample chapters from those books. Entertaining TV/radio interviews with and newspaper articles about the author are also available there. There is no charge for anything but the complete books! All author profits from book sales will be donated to help sponsor an increase in the number of wisdom professionals on Earth, beginning with but certainly not limited to Buddhist monks and nuns. ***If you missed the Introduction to the new book that will be titled Temple Dog Soldier, or would like to see several chapters of it that are available for free online, go to the Puppy website Blog section. This is a book in progress. You will be reading it as it is being created! Just like you, I don’t know what the next chapter is going to be about until it is written. As the Intro will tell you, this is a totally true story—and probably the only book ever written by and about a corpse journeying completely around the world!

A Working Class hero Is Something To Be

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

“A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be”

What’s going on where you are? I hope you are happy and healthy. There are influential teachers, friends, and exemplars in everyone’s life. I am certainly not alone in considering this guy to be influential in mine. This very short chapter is in the new book’s Tribute To Teachers section. I’m guessing that most of you, and especially those who grew up while John was alive, will share its sentiments. I hope you enjoy it.

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“A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be”

A rebellious, maladjusted version of common sense often screams into human ears as the insanity of puberty arrives. Basic intelligence is famous for getting lost under the influence of raging hormones during the early stages of biological adulthood. But basic intelligence can also be enhanced by those very same hormones!

Common sense was seriously pissed off in the 1960s, even without the influence of hormones. This was understandable. A lot of information was being presented to us as sensible truths that deserved attention and demanded obedience. Much of that information was so darkly and dangerously nonsensical that it needed to be exposed to the light by any means necessary. Many folks became traumatized by the decade’s severe transitions. They got one foot stuck in the widespread cultural obedience of the 1950s and the other foot stuck in the volatile progressive revolution of the 1960s. Tight-rope walking across that cultural schism with each foot on a different rope left some of us unbalanced. I can remember acting like a cartoon character that was mean enough to drop a box of rocks from a roof, dumb (and fast!) enough to run under it while it was still falling, and disjointed from reality enough to blame the rest of the world for my headache. It seems that hard drugs, wild hormones, cultural as well as personal schizophrenia, and parenting that made Joan Crawford look like Mr. Rogers did not mix well.

Finding unorthodox information in the psychedelic ’60s was easy and dangerous. Things that could help immensely and things that could hurt severely were both readily available—and often came in the same package. Rock stars, school kids, their teachers, inner city folks, country bumpkins, geniuses, dunces, and folks of all sizes, shapes, and colors got dropped into the same unfamiliar waters. No one knew how to swim. Some learned. Some drowned.

The psychedelic experience opened many new doors of perception, but poisonous chemical side effects and constrictive cultural repression denied many young folks the ability to deal with what was on the other side of those doors. Some of us made wrong choices and died young. Others rode the right choices out of control and died young. Still others survived and flourished. Altered states helped many young folks separate from the dysfunctional drama of their parents and culture. I was one of those young folks. Altered states introduced me to the sweet, calm confidence that comes from having had a loving family forever. My first tab of LSD taught me that forever is always right here and now. The loving-family feeling revolved around the messages and messengers of our music.

Friends became closer than family in sharing that music’s point of view, and in sharing the often risky mental explorations that were so much a part of its message. Our music wasn’t just background accompaniment. It was often the road map for our psychedelic voyages. Friends visited other dimensions together. These cultural brothers and sisters had psychic experiences that could not be translated into words well enough to discuss them with parents or teachers—even if those relationships had been open and honest enough to invite discussion. They were not.

Some of our messengers and role models died young. Some sold out and became less inspiring quickly. The rare few (Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder, Paul Simon, Carlos Santana, etc.) continue on with consistent quality. As great as any were and these rare few continue to be, there are many people who feel that John Lennon was in a class by himself.

Many of his songs were tools designed to help the listener see truth and foster love. His lyrics battled fear, stupidity, and selfishness. John courageously demonstrated what honest internal exploration is, and did so unashamedly while the whole world watched. He supported several internationally beneficial causes and invented unique methods to promote them. His greatest and most persistent efforts involved promoting peace and love over war and hate. John’s strongly worded musical messages were deeply admired and respected. They also made him as unpopular in certain religious, military/industrial, and political circles as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was with the Ku Klux Klan and the Dalai Lama is with the Chinese government.

John Lennon was murdered in New York as our American military industry and its government promoted their bizarre Star Wars program. The concept of “All you need is love” is one that few cultures and even fewer governments have ever been able to understand, much less cultivate. Media often creates emotion for its own purposes. When Mr. Lennon was killed, there was a shock felt around the world that the media didn’t have to create.

He was one of the twentieth century’s great representatives and continues to be an inspiration to the billions of us who will never stop wanting to “give peace a chance.” Powerful people still selfishly direct the deaths of military personnel and innocent civilians alike. Some do it consciously. Others do it unwittingly. Some may be evil, others mentally ill, and many are just plain ignorant. A true devotee of almost any religion or spiritual school of thought would say that these troublemakers need compassion, as does everyone. Maybe they are right. Maybe we need to muster a gentler understanding of the worst offenders among us in order to stop the bleeding and make history a little happier.

Winners of battles, aggressive conquerers, are the authors of our currently accepted version of “history.” That is why history books are so often war oriented, and so consistently riddled with brutality and falsehoods. The view of history that institutional education systems present us with is a skewed, manipulated, and barbaric view of humanity’s track record. There are many humans that would rather see peace and happiness thrive as a global condition. We are certainly vast in number, but perhaps too polite.

We may solve these puzzles of violence and war some day. It would be nice if they stayed solved for long enough to allow a more pleasant, truthful, well-rounded history book to be produced. If murder for material profit and the lust for power is ever replaced on Earth by harmonious improvement for its own sake, you can be sure that Mr. Lennon’s status will be elevated in our history books from rebellious rock star to spiritual messenger.

Thank you, John.

“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

“If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that’s a problem. Peace and love are eternal.”

“We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.”

“Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones.”

“There are no problems, only solutions.” “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” “Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.”

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”

Many thanks to our wonderful friends at Pema Boutique Hotel for their help and support. ***The books Fearless Puppy On American Road and Reincarnation Through Common Sense by this same author are also available through Amazon or the Fearless Puppy website, where there are sample chapters from those books. Entertaining TV/radio interviews with and newspaper articles about the author are also available there. There is no charge for anything but the complete books! All author profits from book sales will be donated to help sponsor an increase in the number of wisdom professionals on Earth, beginning with but certainly not limited to Buddhist monks and nuns. ***If you missed the Introduction to the new book that will be titled Temple Dog Soldier, or would like to see several chapters of it that are available for free online, go to the Puppy website Blog section. This is a book in progress. You will be reading it as it is being created! Just like you, I don’t know what the next chapter is going to be about until it is written. As the Intro will tell you, this is a totally true story—and probably the only book ever written by and about a corpse journeying completely around the world!

Vipassana

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

VIPASSANA

Howdy! I hope you are happy and healthy. There is no way to properly introduce this topic. There’s more gravity in the experience than words can carry. How far down the rabbit hole you go with it, or have already gone with it, is going to vary a lot between readers. So let’s just dive right in. Thank you for reading, and thank you for clicking the backlinks. Be well. Love, Tenzin

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VIPASSANA THE BACK STORY

The ancient Vipassana process was not widely known in the modern world until its popularity was rejuvenated in the mid-twentieth century by a Burmese man named Goenka. An initial ten-day Vipassana meditation retreat involves intensive instruction and practice. Total silence and a very structured schedule begin at four a.m. each morning. Having repeatedly done megadoses of nearly every hallucinogen available to humanity, I can safely say that the Vipassana experience is the most mind altering of all mind-altering experiences. It doesn’t readily wear off. This system of focused breathing and meditation originally comes from India and is reputed to be the historical Buddha’s own base-station system.

Vipassana literally means “to see things as they really are.” It is a totally nonsectarian practice and so does not conflict with any religion. The goal of the Vipassana process is to eliminate mental impurities and thereby eliminate suffering. Perhaps not all at once—but if the process is done diligently and consistently over a period of time, it can result in a balanced, compassionate state of mind that creates harmony and happiness more easily. Happy people don’t usually kill, injure, insult, or even disrespect others—or themselves. Life may always contain illness, old age, and death but the way we view these things can increase or reduce much of the actual suffering that often habitually accompanies those experiences.

The Vipassana training and mental exercise (practice) helps us constructively influence the way we view our life experiences in the present. It can also help us to decrease the number and severity of situations and circumstances that might lead to future sufferings. As is true of many common sense practices that are referred to as spiritual, this involves a lot of self-observation. There’s a very strong and generally underrated link between the mind and the body.

Practicing Vipassana gets us more in touch with that link by paying the right kind of attention to physical and mental sensations. This attention can lead to the common root of mind and body. From there, a lot of the emotional crap we’ve accumulated during our lifetime(s) can be dissolved. The basic method that is learned during the initial intensive retreat needs to be practiced as continuously as the participant likes after they leave. The ten-day initial session leaves a serious mental imprint—but in the long run the benefit from this process, like everything else in life. is a use-it-or-lose-it type of thing. Try taking only ten days of piano lessons. Even if you tinkle those ivories for the entire twenty-four hours during each of those ten days, if you don’t continue practicing after that you will never play in a band.

Here is a brief description of a process that is impossible to describe.

p.s. This wasn’t an easy piece to write. Once you get used to writing and editing within the confines of the accepted grammatical rules of your language, it is harder to ignore those conventions in order recreate a standing-firm-while-bouncing-off-the-walls feeling within whatever you are writing about. You will notice how in places the story floats amorphously around between subject and object, and also between us/we/I/you/ and they. It sounds in places like the Beatles singing I Am The Walrus! “I am he as you are me as you are she and we are all together.” You will also notice broken, partial sentences that may seem fractured individually but still cling together enough to relate a(n at least partially) clear thought—and also that tenses sometimes float between past, present, and future within the same paragraph. There is also an unorthodox amount of repetition as several ideas that seem to be walking through the same door do it from different angles. These are things that won’t get you an English language degree from any reputable college, but that many have described as being part of their initial Vipassana experience!

THE EXPERIENCE

Separation. Men here, women there. No communication at all. With anyone. No speech, no waving, no eye contact, no hand signals. Up at four a.m. Meditation and instruction until nine p.m. with teachers who very rarely speak. Infrequent rest and meal breaks. Silence and awareness maintained during break times as well.

Thoughts, feelings, judgments arise. Thoughts, feelings, judgments subside. Any and every thing that has the nature of arising is shown to also have the nature of subsiding.

Simple awareness dispels several varieties of ignorance. That awareness habitually slips and is followed by a wandering mind and a regression to ignorance. Then a reawakened awareness sponsors a clarity-and-growth spurt that is a little stronger than the first one, but then another regression, followed by… The loop seems endless, but soon one can notice how the periods of awareness and clarity keep getting a bit longer and stronger as the periods of attention-less wandering into flickering ignorance keep getting shorter. Practice may not make perfect, but it can certainly make improvement.

Connections recognized—mind to body, body to mind, person to person, and person to everything through person to self. Constant, constant, constant attention paid to one’s own breathing and bodily sensations. We become highly sensitized to every molecule within—and without. The air inside me is the same air as the air outside me, and the air inside you. Then intimate contact with and focus upon heartbeat. Fear, agitation, discomfort percolate to the surface. They are released and replaced by calm, focused clarity. This clarity somehow feels as if it has always been here but has also taken forever to get here. Self-realization, seeing-the-light,

Enlightenment, self-awareness, or whatever you want to call it is a concept that has suffered too many definitions and become unnecessarily difficult to grasp. It is actually not an end-point or laudable accomplishment! “Realization” just means it was always there but you had it so covered up with nonsense that you couldn’t see it. Clearing stains, obstacles, and blockages from the conscious mind and realizing its true nature is more of a recovery than an accomplishment. Mental training through multilayered awareness. Method as both tool and vehicle. Vehicular transport toward psychological freedom from drama and trauma—past, present, and even future. Discovering root states of agitation and misery. Discovering the ability to pluck agitation and misery out by those roots.

The introduction to a new and clearer experiencing of every thing is sponsored by a new and clearer experience of oneself. We start seeing things as they are instead of seeing them through subjective, enculturated lenses and thought patterns that have been conditioned by decades and decades of absorbing both real shit and bullshit. Fossilized patterns of thought and emotion that have tinted and tainted perceptions are recognized. We find old problems at new, previously unconscious levels. Once they are recognized, they can be dissolved. Unconscious life schools itself. It eventually graduates. There is no more subconscious. Everything is conscious. Every thing.

With all mental activity now in the realm of Conscious Mind, negativity no longer has a chance to gather strength on the dark path it used to travel from the autopilot thoughtlessness of knee-jerk-reaction-subconscious-mind toward regrettable action. Respiration and sensations of the physical body become the signposts of what is happening in the mind. Pay attention softly, with equanimity and no judgment of what you see and feel.

Just Observe. You are watching your own movie, emotionally distanced enough from yourself to be objective rather than judgmental. Every thing, every feeling, now enjoys an equal status. No thought or feeling actually ever was more important than any another—except in your subjective relation to it. That is rapidly ending. The world you knew has started melting. Gradually increasing freedom from habitual overindulgence in the importance of self and self’s perspectives begins to show results.

“When you judge someone, you have no time to love them.” Mother Teresa. That effect holds just as true when you judge yourself. Observation without judgment is not always easy. It often requires facing up to your ghosts and demons. Each sudden flash of clarity can be a painful blessing. Poisonous attitudes, and the previously hidden memories of some very negative experiences, are now draining and releasing. They can be just as unpleasant working their way out as they were while working their way in. It seems we all have bills to pay. Didn’t I pay some of these bills already?! Oh God, I’m going crazy! Nah! When you lose your mind it doesn’t really go anywhere. Truth be known, it was never really there to begin with. We kind of make the whole fucking thing up, don’t we? And actually, the history you’ve been fed since birth has likely composed more of your mentality and fueled more of your actions than you did!

Peer pressure that all too often comes from the misinformed and improperly motivated has been responsible for most of the ideas we live by. By losing the manufactured self-image, a beautiful space is left in the mind. It is an emptiness that is somehow laced with bliss.

Is leaving the space there what life is all about!?! Do good or bad things come to fill that space from elsewhere? Do you put the good and bad things in there yourself? Is it your option? Shouldn’t it be? Can you answer your own questions? Detachment from unconscious habits and reactive tendencies can result from your effort. This detachment does not involve any escapism, denial, or indifference! The mind clears of the historical delusions it has built over time. A vision free from those historical clouds sees the bigger picture.

What is the bigger picture? Unity Consciousness. A nearly borderless sense of inclusion increases our desire to help everyone and everything in any circumstance possible. The line between individual and universal heartbeat starts to fade. Caring for everything is realized as the definition of caring for self. Knowing one’s self at a deeper, much more intensely aware, much less self-consumed level provides us with a totally different life experience. Everything is indeed every thing.

Does this all sound like a lot of la-la, wacko, space-case bullshit to you? It would to me too, if I hadn’t experienced it!

Magic Soup

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

Magic Soup

What I’d really like to do is meet you at Mrs. Jeng’s and buy you a bowl of Magic Soup. Maybe reading about it will give you a good taste! Here is the same bowl as served in two slightly differing flavors.

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Mrs. Jeng’s Magic Soup

Mrs. Jeng has a small shop in town. She serves up great noodles and soup. There’s magic in Jeng and whatever she cooks. It cures all from depression to croup.

If you’re sad or you’re sneezing or coughing or wheezing, no matter what is your malaise—she can fix up your heart or any body part and remove all your gout, doubt, and daze.

It’s partly the herbs and partly the spices, and other fine flavorings too. But it’s mostly the glow that beams from Mrs. Jeng that fixes a cold or the blues.

If I cannot recover from an errant lover or catch other chills in my chest, I quick hit the ground and beat feet into town. Mrs. J will take care of the rest.

When I have hangovers that feel like the black plague, one remedy keeps them in tow. Mrs. Jeng fixes up miracles in a cup so that I can get on with the show.

If you’ve got the feeling you’re rocking and reeling and things have gone out of control; if you’re feeling sick, your problems are thick, and your life has become a black hole; then try this elixir, it’s damn sure a fixer that will give your illness the chase.

You’ll smile back to the street and your fine dancing feet will surely be back on their pace. I live on a hill and don’t get to town much but whenever I do start to droop, I get right on the road and prevent an implode by drinking Ms. Jeng’s magic soup.

The Esoteric Version/Mrs. Jeng’s Magic Soup

Good wishes are pointed at everyone who walks into her shop. Good wishes also go out to passersby even if they don’t stop. Her cooking contains the essence of a prayer on your behalf. Spirit and substance blend in a bowl of blessings. Mrs. Jeng is the embodiment of good nature. Hers is a strong and beneficent character. With a concern for you that is as strong as her concern for her self, she floats her comforting demeanor into yours. Suddenly, everything is fine—just the way it is. A new customer comes in. While still remaining entrained with all present, Jeng’s empathy adjusts to take in and be taken in by the newcomer. That empathy is a jigsaw puzzle that knows how to reconstruct its own pieces according to the changing needs of its background. Jeng grasps new ones as she releases old pieces. She never ceases to amaze all those present with a sweet iron stability and lack of surprise as so many changes take place before her eyes. She never loses her love for the incredible variety of humanity’s emotions that can fit into one small dining room, or one individual person. She thrives on the process of coaxing any one in need from the depths of those emotions to their heights. It is her oxygen. Mrs. Jeng knows how to attach both roots and wings to flavor, nutrition, and food-as-medicine. What customers can’t see, they can taste. What they can’t taste, they can feel. Her measuring cups meter volumes of joyful existence. Jeng’s resistance to any negative insistence does not run and needn’t fight. Negativity dissolves as it approaches her. She holds her position and blesses opposition with a wish for a better tomorrow. From the great heart within her, she lets everyone borrow. Jeng is usually so involved with and concerned for a customer or neighbor that her own existence takes a back seat. This makes her bliss indestructible. What has donated its substance cannot be hurt. There is no place for danger to enter. Describing Mrs. Jeng and why her soup works so well holds the same limitations as speaking about silence.

AUTHENTIC

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

AUTHENTIC

What’s happening where you are? I hope you are happy and healthy.

Here in Pokhara, the second coming of Nepali lock down has been relaxing very, very gradually. After two months of everything being shut down except food markets in the early morning, we now have many businesses legally open from 10 a.m. to 6 or 8 p.m. This only minimally helps the merchants. Most of them are dependent upon a tourist traffic that is still locked out of the country. I truly don’t know how these people are even surviving, much less smiling—but they keep doing both. Anyone selling anything has very few buyers. Many of the locals are no longer or minimally employed—but there are notable exceptions. New banks are under construction. Pharmacy business is booming. TV watching hours have no doubt doubled, so the few folks involved in media are still working. As is true in most of the world, official policies continue to allow and even encourage dangerous malnutrition and debilitating stress levels to flourish in order to keep folks from getting the flu. My guess is that there are ulterior motives behind the whole production. Yes, there is a disease that can kill people. But the intentional mismanagement that greatly profits a few while damaging the vast majority pours apocalyptic amounts of gasoline on the tragic flames that this disease produces. Yes. That’s just an opinion. No, I don’t know anything. Like everyone else, I just see what I see and then take what seems to be a logical guess as to why I am seeing it. Perhaps most obvious among the things I can see is that this is not the time to lose confidence in self, or in humanity at large. The production and transmission of joyful concern for others, and a caring nature that is actively and consistently practiced, are our best chances of plowing through this shit in style. If we do that well enough, our selves and our species can get to the other side of this doo-doo storm still remembering how to love, laugh, and touch each other. We may even remember how to hug our fellow humans, or at least how to meet them with a basic warmth instead of an icy fear! The following is from the Tribute to Teachers section of the new book and is a little unusual. Most of these bits are dedicated to an individual. Although this one was originally inspired by a Mr. John Yeshe Perks, it is dedicated to a large and amorphous group of people.

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Stay well. Love, Tenzin

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Dedicated with gratitude and respect to all those with the courage, perseverance, and common sense to be themselves in the face of criticism, judgement, peer pressure, scrutiny, sensationalism, and public ignorance—to all those who refuse to allow anyone else’s bullshit to prevent them from helping others or growing into themselves.

People spend a lot of time talking about “the truth” as if it is a familiar old friend, but the relationship is more often like that of a fan to a celebrity they’ve never met. When these same folks actually meet the raw truth, it usually scares the living hell out of them.

Outside the world of Nature itself, truth is rare and bullshit prevalent. It can sometimes take a while for truth to triumph, but it will eventually percolate right through nonsense and rise above any pile of lies it is trapped under. This percolation is facilitated by folks that are uniquely and authentically themselves. People fronting to accomplish various sorts of personal gain; those who are scared to stand out and would rather fit in; folks that act in a pretentious, artificial way in a quest for admiration, profit, or status; cannot get this job done.

But authentic does not mean perfect. Throughout our history, except for maybe a few possible legendary exceptions, we have each been imperfect in reaching the absolute peak of human potential. This includes our most accomplished, famous, and even our very wisest citizens. We live on a crowded rock amidst an often unforgiving culture in fragile bodies attached to sensitive emotional mechanisms. No one stays perfect while doing it.

“Even after you reach Enlightenment, you still have to do the laundry.” Old Zen Proverb

Most folks agree that making an effort to overcome or at least sand-paper the edges off of the less agreeable behaviors and attitudes we have developed is among life’s most essential jobs. Most folks also agree that this job is a lot easier to talk about than do. Personal responsibility is always the engine of any effort. But a lot of our less desirable traits, and our lack of progress in escaping them, may have more to do with the way we’ve been programmed than it has to do with any basic character flaw or inability to achieve our direction.

Spiritual/emotional progress is often presented to us as being unattainable to “regular” people. It is framed as an otherworldly process that only a person born with flawless supernatural grace can possibly accomplish. Public relations men for the churches, governments, and industries that stand to profit from misdirecting the public convince us that we need products and middlemen to negotiate our spiritual as well as our physical beauty and self-worth.

If people believe that they are incapable of reaching wisdom or happiness through their own efforts; if we think that our ability to become better humans is limited or even impotent when we live as our authentic selves instead of monkeying commercially motivated and manufactured images; it puts us at the mercy of external forces that pull our strings. This manufactured artificial distance between the folks we are and faith in our ability to become the folks we want to be is a truly dangerous thing. It is often used by the discouraged as an excuse to replace their sense of personal responsibility with compliance, nihilism, apathy, cynicism, and lethargy. Individual growth and planetary evolution retard under the influence of this market motivated frustration. Personal initiative gives up to empty promises and baseless blind hope. Empty promises and baseless blind hope direct us to worthless material property, prescription drugs, salvation by the dollar, and the large collection of distractions, toys, and gimmicks that have been made available to replace our painfully raped confidence and authenticity.

Status quo knows that when important goals are made to seem unobtainable, many folks will relinquish partial control of their lives to forces that claim the ability to carry them toward those goals. Hollow religion, repressive governments, industry that is motivated by greed, and all the jackals that feed on scraps from these institutions then cash in on public insecurity while the wise wait patiently for the rest of us to figure out that all we need to do is cash in our own chips.

It is ironic as hell that most of our heroes, teachers, and even gods placed all the responsibility in the world on singular humans in nearly all of their rhetoric! Most of them advised us to get to work on the job—not to find a politician, televangelist, or other form of middle man to do our negotiating for us.

“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” “The kingdom of heaven is within you.” “Seek and ye shall find.”

This whole process of becoming the cultural image of a self instead of being our own selves shows up blatantly in many women that compare themselves to magazine fashion models. These “regular” women may be very intelligent, good hearted, beautiful in demeanor, and physically cute. They are most likely all-around better people to be with than the sleek models with the glorified bodies. Nonetheless, many doors are closed to them that are left open for the genetic celebrities in lingerie, alcohol, and perfume ads. Sadly, some of the lovely women that society has labeled ordinary, regular, plain, too short, tall, thin, fat, narrow-lipped, big/small breasted, or otherwise physically imperfect will drive themselves to bizarre, expensive, and unhealthy lengths striving for shallow goals that are genetically impossible to reach. “I should be like that model but it is not possible for me. I am an undesirable failure,” is a widespread and tragic side effect of the images that commercial advertising has convinced us to define as physical perfection. Many naturally beautiful people have lost their self-respect surrendering to unnatural standards of beauty.

One strong similarity between these two scenarios is that the fashion model photos and the spiritual model propaganda have both been airbrushed. But the differences between the spiritual and the fashion model scenarios are very much more important than the similarities. The most important difference is that people can’t get taller or change their bone structure, but anyone can make giant strides in the direction of spiritual role models. Becoming happier and of more benefit to those around us is always a possibility wherever a human mind has a serious intention to do so. Few people can ever become a fashion model, but anyone can become a happier camper, a nicer human, and a smarter person—if they exercise their authenticity in a positive direction with diligence and determination. All humans have a core ability for great accomplishment.

Most of our famous wise folk never denied that they themselves were everyday people like you and me. They worked hard to develop expanded awareness, at times used more courage than sense, and perhaps earned a bit of enhanced perception—but they were born the same start-from-scratch babies as everyone else. They each had a bit of not-all-the-way-there-yet in them, just like we do. We may consider a neighbor or work mate or our selves to be too stupid, smart-assed, fat, thin, compulsively clean or sloppy, oversexed, undersexed, gay, straight, loud, mousy, weird and unfocused, or just plain too damn lazy to accomplish much benefit for themselves or the world. Haven’t there been many saints with similar qualities?

Santideva was considered to be so lazy that he was called “Eat, Shit, Sleep” by other monks. He wrote some of the most revered and most utilized texts in Buddhism. Saint Francis and Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche were very, very wild people by any culture’s standards. JFK and MLK were unapologetic sex addicts. Many of our favorite musicians, artists, and authors were consistently intoxicated. Several of our most well-known modern wisdom teachers initiated their spiritual advancement with LSD and other substances. None of these questionable actions and qualities can negate the contributions that these people made. Being authentically, honestly human (while maintaining the all-important do-no-harm internal base station) will not disturb anyone’s ability to grow personally, or the ability to make meaningful contributions to the world.

It will facilitate it.

The courage to face our own inadequacies and our own potential with an equal and non-judgmental clarity is the base station of honest introspection. This honest introspection is the base station of spiritual and emotional progress. This spiritual and emotional progress is the root system of evolution. Being authentic is a good part of what makes wise people wise. It helps them stay aware of what pieces are still missing in their goal to be whole, as well as what trash needs to be brought to the dump. It keeps them aware of what needs to be exercised and what needs to be exorcised.

Do you know anyone that has sacrificed being who they really are in order to fit into an externally manufactured and induced image of whom they “are supposed to be?” If so, you have a friend, as well as a planet, that is in trouble.

The popular expression “Keep It Real” may be the calling card of the 21st century.

Part Two–The Wonderful Witches Of Pre-Christian Europe

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

PART TWO–The Wonderful Witches Of Pre-Christian Europe

Hi! How’s everything where you are? I hope all is well in your world.

Last week’s Part 1 told of a beautiful witch who was kind enough to give me a ride and an education. This week in Part 2, Meta concludes her story and so do I. Out of respect for many friends with short attention spans, I try to keep these posted portions of the books below one thousand words each. If you missed the first part and want to see it now, it is available at the Fearless Puppy website blog section.

As always, I hope you stay courageously happy, healthy, and remember that the scariest of all our fears are not some mysterious monsters under the bed. They are the people who sponsor and profit from our panic, confusion, and suffering. Please don’t let the nasty ones wear you down.

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The Wonderful Witches of Pre-Christian Europe—Part 2

“Unfortunately this theme of brutality, conquest, and falsifying all reports of the motivation behind that brutality and conquest has been repeated many times throughout history and continues today! “On present-day Earth we have the most Christ-like nation in history, a culture built on loving kindness and demilitarization, being wiped off the face of their homeland. The rhetoric used by Chinese government officials says that Tibetans are a primitive, superstitious, misguided people that rejoice in their liberation from Buddhist oppressors. The Chinese government’s arrogance, their history of violence against the Tibetans, and the thievery of Tibetan resources join the lies and propaganda above as solid evidence that these modern Eastern savage pillagers are very similar to the ancient Western ones.

“When immigrants from later European nations encountered the Native people across the Atlantic Ocean, they treated them in much the same way that their own European tribal ancestors had been treated by the Roman invaders centuries earlier! Like abused children that grow up to become abusing parents, the pattern just keeps repeating itself.

“The tribes of Europe were erased or assimilated and the invaders falsified history in order to justify their greed. Part of that falsification included twisting beautiful tribal rituals to appear evil. Love of the environment, love of animals and plants, and use of natural healing modalities were spin-doctored into a false and demented series of superstitions, and then turned outlaw. At this point my lovely hostess turned her eyes away from the road just long enough to catch the expression on my face. Meta’s information was having a much deeper effect on me than it should have. A searing heat was painfully rising from my feet and traveling up my body. Meta spotted my discomfort and quickly shifted to a more compassionate tone. She put a soft hand on my face that brought an instant smile back to it as she said,

“That’s enough of history. Let me give you some Herstory instead. The term wizard is simply a Germanic-based word that defines someone with knowledge of herbs and growing things. Many of the most tainted legends of Pre-Christian Europe have to do with naturally occurring plants and their uses. Almost all the talk of potions and brewing things up in cauldrons had to do, in fact, with the making of natural medicines. Ancient Europe had an incredible organic pharmacopoeia. Modern day health professionals are now scrambling frantically to recover that knowledge!

“Modern pharmaceutical companies have mutated much of that ancient pharmacopeia into our all too popular, dangerous, artificial, addictive, and expensive chemical compounds. Many of these are based on what were originally harmless, effective, and naturally occurring healing substances. Valium, for example, is one of the world’s most widely sold prescription pills. This drug is addictive, dangerous, and expensive. It is actually based on the naturally occurring, safe, and cheap Valerian root that does the same job. But drug companies cannot patent a naturally occurring substance, so they hired chemists to somewhat alter the molecular structure of Valerian root’s essential chemical compounds. Now they have an invented substance that can be patented and profited from at several types of deadly expense to patients. These legal drug pushers show no compassion and take no responsibility for the damage done by their profit-over-people ways—and they trap a much larger and more trusting percentage of the population than any street dealers of illegal drugs.” I laughed at myself while my hand involuntarily shot in the air, as if asking a question in elementary school. Meta laughed. “Pardon me. I have been rambling on. You want to ask something?”

“Yes, just checking to see if I’ve got all this right. Are you saying that all this spooky witchcraft and cauldron stuff we’ve been fed all our lives is, more than anything else, a historical cover-up? Are you saying that spiritually and medicinally astute societies that were in tune with Nature and mostly governed by women, were decimated by plundering men who violently imposed a very un-Christlike version of Christianity upon the conquered tribes? And in fact, these hypocritical invaders were the very same legions that killed Christ centuries earlier and then co-opted his flock?” Meta nodded yes.

“Does this surprise you? If you think about the other historical examples of similar situations, this one isn’t so difficult to understand. The co-opters of Christianity during these massacres had nothing to do with anything Christ stood for. They simply distorted his ideas and used his name to justify their actions. Then they did the opposite of everything Jesus actually spoke about! The treatment of Native tribal peoples throughout the world historically testifies to the regularity of such practices.

“These evil weasels had nothing in common with the actual Christ-Spirit in much the same way that evil weasels using rock ’n’ roll to sell sneakers and beer on TV today have nothing in common with that music. Advertising hustlers build seductive commercial messages featuring the music, but they and their messages represent the exact polar opposite of the original revolutionary, very much non-commercial message and spirit of rock ’n’ roll.

“Powerful, nasty people throughout history have co-opted spiritual images in order to dupe the public into pillaging and plundering (or in our modern case, purchasing and consuming) in the name of something very much more meaningful than the evil purpose or worthless product that is being hawked. Nothing is holy to marauders except selfishness, greed, and power-lust.” I had to nod in unwilling agreement. “It’s not that far-fetched a notion, given history’s examples.

” Meta gave me a sad nod. She had maintained her sweetness and beauty throughout our conversation, but her leprechaun smile had diminished.

“All this Herstory has given me an appetite. Good timing! We have arrived at our destination.” The conversation had been so intense that we didn’t notice how much road progress was made. As we drove past a sign that said, “Welcome to Burlington, Vermont,” Miss Meta extended her kindness further.

“I know a great Jamaican restaurant just a few blocks from here on Winooski Street. Let me buy you lunch and then I’ll drop you off at the hostel.”

“No, no, no,” I insisted. “You’ve given me a ride, a valuable education, and have been pleasant as well as beautiful company. I’m buying.” We were still arguing about who would pay for lunch as she was parking. I opened the passenger-side door and put my foot flat on a lost twenty dollar bill that was floating across the sidewalk on a breeze. My laugh was probably a little too loud. Meta, still in the driver’s seat, asked, “What’s so funny?” My index finger pointed at the bill under my foot. She put a hand on my knee and leaned over the rest of me to see what the finger was pointing at.

The lovely leprechaun glow returned to her face as she said, “Goddess must have liked our defense of Her son. She’s buying us lunch. There’s magic afoot! Let’s eat!”

After a wonderful lunch, the good witch deposited me at the Burlington Hostel. Meta returned to her job as a massage therapist and herbalist. Within a half hour, my self and my clipboard were heading toward our traditionally first and favorite stop in town. I was a happy man. Life looks good when Divinity buys you lunch with a ravishing witch and the next stop is Mr. Nectar’s place.

Part 1 The Wonderful Witches Of Pre-Christian Europe

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

THE WONDERFUL WITCHES OF PRE-CHRISTIAN EUROPE

Hello my friends! I hope you are happy and healthy! The bit below is too much fun and also too historically important to shave down. But in the interest of not turning off our beloved short attention span friends, it will be split into a Part One this week and a Part Two next week—each containing 1000 words or less. The information given me by the beautiful young witch described within seems, according to my little bit of additional research, to be historically accurate. Thank you for reading, and thank you for clicking the backlinks. Be well. Love, Tenzin

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The Wonderful Witches of Pre-Christian Europe—Part 1

Are you descended from Europeans? If so, there are a few things about your background that you may not know. One is that although you think of your ancestors as coming from a nation, they (and therefore you) originally belonged to a tribe. Just like the Native Americans, Africans, Asians, and everyone else on the planet, Europeans were all originally clustered into small distinct tribal groups. Another thing you may not know about your background is that greedy, power-lusting marauders disguised as the servants of a perverse version of Christianity portrayed your very ancestors and their tribes as the distorted legend that history now calls “witches.”

Witches are usually depicted as wart-ridden, bitter old ladies that like to dress in black and boil children in cauldrons. The one who picked me up hitchhiking didn’t fit the bill. Methuselah, as she formally introduced herself, was a self-proclaimed witch. She possessed the physical attributes of a beauty queen, the infectious smile and happy glow of a leprechaun, and the vocal quality of a dulcimer. This was one very sweet woman. Her bumper sticker read, “My other car is a broom.”

Meta’s (her nickname) vehicle smelled like an herb garden and resembled an altar. Dried plants and assorted amulets hung everywhere they could do so without blocking visibility. There were too many to count. Fragrances of Lavender and Rose owned the atmosphere. Christian crosses, Mother Mary amulets, Jewish stars, Buddhist and Hindu deities, and Pentagrams galore wove themselves between the plant matter as best they could. The entire ceiling and walls of the automobile were completely covered. We had an immediate kinship and no trouble getting into a conversation.

Anyone good enough to let a stranger into his or her car is usually pleasant and friendly. Meta was even more so. The atmosphere felt comfortable enough for me to ask her a question that had always puzzled me. “Since you know a lot about this kind of thing, maybe you can help clear something up for me.”

Meta’s incredible body was covered by a raggedly hemmed gypsy dress. A lock of silken blonde hair swung away from her eyes as she turned to respond. A radiant smile absolutely lit up her already beautiful face. It was a perfectly innocent, unpremeditated movement. It was also the most sensual movement (from the neck up) that I’ve ever seen a woman make. Without trying to be sexy and in a completely unaffected manner, Meta generated more heat than any fully clothed woman should be able to inspire. It took a few seconds before my distraction repaired itself enough for me to remember my question.

“If Jesus supposedly walked on water, healed lepers, turned water into wine, and performed all sorts of other acts of what most folks would call magic and miracle, then why are so many people today either scared or dismissive of things like benevolent magic, miracles, witches, sorcerers, and wizards?”

The young lady screwed up one side of her face and gave her head a few somber nods as she began to answer. “There is a very sad and true history that will answer your question, perhaps more thoroughly than you’d like. Have you heard the old expression, ‘God is Love and I love God, but some of His followers scare the shit out of me?” My nod told her that I had indeed heard, thought, and spoken similar statements many times. “Well, this is a case where that expression applies strongly.

Pre-Christian Europe was a tribal, matriarchal society of natural beauty. That period is addressed in history books as the Dark Ages only because history is a liar. Winners of battles write history. In the conquest of territory, it is often the most barbaric elements of humanity that succeed. That barbarism needs to justify itself to posterity in order to preserve social order and public compliance, and so they distort history to support their actions. “This dishonesty has always turned out to be as shortsighted an approach as the barbarism that spawned it. A society (just like a house or any structure), if built on a foundation of bullshit, faces inevitable collapse.

The truth of the situation is that the so-called Holy Roman Empire marched roughshod over tribal Europe. They had a little help finishing the job. In the later part of the process, as the Roman empire’s power waned, fledgling nation-states that they had Catholicized completed the decimation. Good people were slaughtered and their land stolen behind the banner statement that they were godless, evil savages. This was done as brutally to the people of Pre-Christian Europe as it was to the indigenous folk of what we call the Pre-Columbian Americas. Many modern people have since come to realize the great spiritual gravity, beauty, and comparative sanity of those Pre-Christian European and Pre-Columbian American cultures. Many scholars are scrambling to regain ancient knowledge that we spent several centuries and so much effort destroying!”

My enchanting hostess took a deep breath in order to gather her composure and continued. “Had Hitler won World War Two there would not be any holocaust museums and remembrances. The Nazis would have written the history books. Many foul occurrences would have been made out to be acts of God ridding the world of Jew-demons—or something just as sick.

“Such was the case during the age of Pre-Christian Europe. For centuries, tribal cultures with a religious respect for nature had flourished on their own terms. In the Middle Ages, long after the Romans had beaten the Christ out of Christianity, the invasion took place. If judged by the percentage of the population murdered, it was arguably the worst genocidal holocaust in human history.

“Jesus himself would have had a lot more in common with the victims of most holocausts than with the invaders that usurped his name without listening to his message. The whole dynamic in Pre-Christian Europe was very similar to that of 1930s and 40s Europe. Adolf Hitler’s so-called-but-not-at-all Christian nation’s crusade would certainly have baked our Lord and Savior. It is just as obvious that any Son of God whose father created Nature would have had a lot more in common with the Native American as well as the Native European tribal peoples than he would have had with the self-proclaimed ‘Christians’ that butchered them. Native folks throughout history have always lived in cooperative accord with Nature. Invaders almost always have the fatally flawed belief that they can subjugate it.”

Meta being such a Christian and such a Witch at the same time was stretching my brain a little bit. That is a very unusual combination of creeds! The potent emotional conviction of her speech was stretching my brain even more. Her eyes moistened and there was a slight quiver developing in her lower lip. Meta wasn’t just repeating a bit of history. She broadcast the tone and showed the emotion of a crime victim testifying in court.

End of Part 1 /// Part 2 Next week

Meet The Monks

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

Meet The Monks

Would you like to meet a couple of monks that live in an Asian Buddhist temple? Allow me to introduce Arjan Dang and Monk Bet.

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Arjan Dang is our Head Monk. He has an amazing intuitive sense that allows him to completely adjust his conversation to each individual person or situation. It’s a lot easier to help someone if both of you are on the same wavelength. Arjan seems to know how to get on to anyone’s wavelength! His unstained concern allows him to override what we would think of as a normal separation of mentalities. I have seen him exercise this sensitivity many times. He has given me things as I think about asking for them.

Master Teacher

Imagine how special you might have to be to teach broken folks wholeness, set enslaved people free—or to help piece together a family that’s torn or rescue a heart from damaging scorn. This master teacher is no mere preacher. He speaks wordless volumes of crystalline logic with no pretense. No quoted scripture or affected flash of the eye is necessary to impress, as he adjusts his reality to feel and then heal your distress.

Multiple styles and rhythms in a single song pronounce definitions of gentle-yet-strong while he’s lending his right to the part you got wrong. He charges no fee. He requests nothing.

Master Teacher can give you a ride to your destination while you drive your own car, whether it’s pointed toward a church or a bar. He teaches how to read life’s maps, and that by not speeding we avoid speed traps. He explains why and how not speeding gets us faster to where we are going, and how speeding often results in a slowing.

Master Teacher is not reading from spiritual texts or magically exorcizing some evil hex. He detects what vexes you and reveals why. Then teaches your thinking to self-clarify. As the smoke clears from what you were thinking, you can now clean up what was stinking and rejuvenate what was shrinking.

Master Teacher helps you to resolve strife and enjoy life to its fullest. This teaches joy to stay self-repairing. It inspires decency, caring, and sharing. Life can be more frightening than lightning and thunder under ordinary circumstance. But this Master teaches extraordinary resilience as an ordinary circumstance and in this way beats fear at its own game.

Esoteric yet down to earth, product of stable and daily rebirth, he facilitates growth without the fertilizer. He is a quantum realizer.

Many come to Arjan seeking help in finding the light. The light itself looks forward to seeing him. He and the light share the same root system.

Master Teacher is the fruit of humanity’s finest tree.

Bet More

Arjan, the head monk, is the adhesive that holds the whole Temple/Village unit together. Monk Bet is the glue that cements local happiness. Sadness runs when it sees him. It runs like a poodle who sees the same German Shepherd that bit him in the nuts yesterday. Bad analogy. Bet would never treat anything that harshly.

Visiting troubles do leave his presence quickly, but it’s not because he attacks them. It’s more like he buys them a cup of coffee and gives them a ride to the bus stop.

Monk Bet is a Master Electrician in both the physical and metaphysical senses. If a light goes out or a pump stops, he gets it working again—whether the problem is in a temple building, fellow temple resident, or a village visitor. All of the Temple’s residents work on the grounds. Some do more while Arjan is around so “the boss” knows they’re doing it. I like to do more when he’s not around, just to prove to myself that I’m not working to impress him or anyone else. Bet is way past all this nonsense. He wouldn’t care whether a mangy dog or Buddha himself was watching. Monk Bet is going to do what needs to get done while being his happy, helpful self—all day, all week, all the time.

Bet entered life with some advantages. He was born and raised in this village. The man who I think of as a father is Bet’s uncle in real life. Bet had a good start.

But starting well doesn’t get you there. Even with the best of starts many people dissipate, lose focus, ignore their potential, and turn to garbage. It takes consistent work and practice to cement a good start into a sustained good function. Bet obviously has done and continues to do the work.

Controlling what one pays attention to has some amazing benefits. It shocks me to realize that I could be as happy and helpful as Bet. Everyone has the ability to grow up. We all have imaginative facilities capable of reconstructing our lives. We each can decide what we want the content of our minds, and our lives, to be. All it takes is to be more like Bet—to put a little effort into being and feeling better each and every day.

What are you doing today? How about tomorrow?

Bet asks me those questions every day without ever saying a word.

The Triplets In The Cave

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

The Triplets In The Cave

Have you ever wondered what life in a Buddhist temple is like? Each one is different, but the same three things are the main focus for residents of most Buddhist temples. These three things are so interwoven that, although they may each seem like distinct functions at first glance, each is only separated from the other by a very fine line. Those fine lines disappear altogether upon closer examination.

I hope that becomes a little clearer after you read these, and I hope that you enjoy them. Thank you for reading, and thank you for clicking the backlinks. Be well. Love, Tenzin

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Chanting, Breathing, Meditation

Ancient incantations provide psychic transportation to a place that is both path and destination.

These incantations combine with patience and consistency to nourish every journey, even on the most difficult roads. There is no past or future here, only security in the present tense. No tension.

There is no danger from any previous trip or the next one while on this voyage. All of you is on this singularly directed road. All of you. Rhythmic musical designs jumpstart primeval forces.

Ancient wisdoms resurface daily, cementing intelligence to itself. Warm and safe from interferences, the mind builds tools for clearances of obstacles that are then erased from history.

It’s no mystery! It is a well known path shared by millions before you who have passed out of life but come back to adore you when you are chanting.

Perseverance required.

Meditation, Chanting, Breathing

We each own the only key to the door that grants entrance to mind, entrance to thoughts that are coarse or kind. We also own the door. It is our house. No one, no thing, can enter without our permission.

Vigilance and diligent practice are our locksmiths. Our house is not secure without these.

While experiencing meditation’s medication, limitless expanses of Universe meet molecular particles seamlessly, and seemingly endlessly. Though we are printed on so many pages and grow through a million stages, we are a single entity disguised as uncountable faces and places. Each face and place is well equipped through a series of graces to maximize function in spaces that range from broad stars to mere atomic traces.

All of us are within each one of us. The sensations of hearing color and touching sound abound. The most touching sounds trip emotional triggers earlessly as they fearlessly anchor an eerie yet centering effect. All selves connect in unity, traversing dimensions with impunity.

Meditation’s maximum effect abides where all secrets reside—in the breath.

If you want your body and mind to meet, baby-like breathing’s what you need to repeat.

Breathing, Meditation, Chanting

Breathe like a baby. You will hear the wordless lullaby of a mother’s rocking arms. Babies feel both Universal and personal mother’s charms.

It’s the same air without as the air that’s within. Babies don’t get hung up on small things like skin.

Sit still for long enough, the air will breathe you! Silently fill the breath to its greatest depth. To sit longer is to become stronger.

When breath hears its own heartbeat we find something rare, as life becomes aware of the care we are giving it.

This beat cannot come apart. This heart cannot be broken. There will never be a breaking in the rhythm it is taking from the effort you are making on its behalf.

Increased internal calm sees obstacles as dissolving pollution. Dismay finds absolution as the breath rides its wealth to the perfect self that has always been waiting with anticipation for its liberation.

Treasures are uncovered when better instincts are mothered back into existence! No stressful resistance to evil is required once the strength of that evil is disarmed and denied by the flow of the life force (balanced inward and out) to the place where a nest egg of harmonies shout to become you—again.

How odd that so many of our confusions can find their corrections, find their solutions, in the simplest and most basic concept since death, in the sweet loving flow of a young baby’s breath.

Watching a baby breathe can teach us how to be an adult. Not sucking in or pushing out but balanced and flowing, constantly growing in levels of knowing grace.

Knowing grace is in the place that it is supposed to be—inside of you and inside of me.

A Week in the Cave

Impenetrable domain. Solid Rock. Solitude’s fortress.

Thoughts and emotions have emptiness as their only company.

The first day is not as silent as you might think it would be. But soon the invading noises of bats, jungle, and ocean blend in flurried motion to become a deep internal silence that negates commotion as disturbing isolation transforms itself into comforting meditation.

Manufactured realities melt into amorphous ecstasies and play havoc in the shadows. Isolation breeds clarity.

Clarity breeds an intelligence that blends with memory to recall connections to people, places, things, emotions, events, everything. Soon memory fades as Presence takes over accompanied by knowledge with no fixed focal point.

Neither concrete word nor abstract thought can say what this knowledge knows. Attempts to describe concepts so far beyond words bring a sense of irony that turns to laughter. That laughter may be as close as a human can get to defining these mysterious concepts with sound.

This type of knowledge, once accepted and embraced, leads to a tranquility of mind. A calmer mind uncovers a more intensified depth of mental clarity. This clarity welcomes a surprisingly potent peace. This peace announces that it has always been within and always will be. It doesn’t need to arrive. It needs to be recognized. And now, thanks to the magic of undistracted attention, it has.

This could happen in your bedroom or even your bathroom, couldn’t it?

“We have been led astray through ignorance to find a split in our own being…there was from the very beginning no need for the struggle between finite and the infinite… the peace we were seeking has been there all the time.” D.T. Suzuki

Many thanks to our wonderful friends at Pema Boutique Hotel for their help and support. ***The books Fearless Puppy On American Road and Reincarnation Through Common Sense by this same author are also available through Amazon or the Fearless Puppy website, where there are sample chapters from those books. Entertaining TV/radio interviews with and newspaper articles about the author are also available there. There is no charge for anything but the complete books! All author profits from book sales will be donated to help sponsor an increase in the number of wisdom professionals on Earth, beginning with but certainly not limited to Buddhist monks and nuns. ***If you missed the Introduction to the new book that will be titled Temple Dog Soldier, or would like to see several chapters of it that are available for free online, go to the Puppy website Blog section. This is a book in progress. You will be reading it as it is being created! Just like you, I don’t know what the next chapter is going to be about until it is written. As the Intro will tell you, this is a totally true story—and probably the only book ever written by and about a corpse journeying completely around the world!

What Does Matter

October 30, 2021 by fearlesspuppy

WHAT DOES MATTER

The truth isn’t always easy to deal with. Sometimes, it isn’t even true. Does that sound ridiculous? Take another look around. Contradictions within definitions have become a matter of public normalcy. I guess if we don’t allow them to become a matter of our own personal normalcy as well, we may be alright in the long run. Thank you for reading, and thank you for clicking the backlinks. Be well. Love, Tenzin

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What Does Matter

It doesn’t matter if your skin is black, brown, red, yellow, white, or if you are from Europe, Asia, Africa, or North America. It doesn’t matter if you are awkward, agile, thin, fat, blond, brunette, redhead, short, or tall. Our definition of “attractive” was built from a series of commercially inspired images invented by fashion, fabric, and cosmetic companies. These images were not designed to help you become more attractive. They were designed to coerce you into buying things you don’t need.

It doesn’t matter if you’re on the first page of a book or the last. Nor does it matter if you like pop, jazz, country, rock and roll, or classical music—or whether you watch soap operas, dramas, sit-coms, reality shows, or news on TV. The shill media industry only presents you with what their owners want you to see and hear. Most of us pay dearly with both money and brain cells for limited, biased, dumbed-down content while enjoying the delusion that we choose from the best of all possibilities. Bullshit Programyou Package A and Bullshit Programyou Package B are your actual options. They are both composed of hypnotic content designed to either shock or lull you into compliance.

It doesn’t matter if you are a lion, rabbit, human, elephant, giraffe, bird, fish, or gecko lizard. One of your overlords, or cellmates, or your Father Time is going to eat you. The best you can hope for is that you aren’t caged, sedated, and featured on an infomercial, nature, or news channel first.

It doesn’t matter if you and your kinky friends (as stated by Mr. Carlin) “like to dress up in leather boy scout uniforms while you hit each other over the head with ball peen hammers and take turns blowing the cat. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a victimless hobby—and think of how good it makes the cat feel!”

It makes absolutely no difference whatsoever which brand of cigarettes you smoke, what side of a war you are on, whether your toxic waste is chemical or nuclear, or whether a scorpion or cobra bites you. You are going to end up suffering too long, dead too soon, or both.

It makes very little difference which kind of unnatural drug you do. Whether you buy it from a street corner dealer or a pharmacy, you’re still going to enjoy a short high and then have to choose between hung over, dead, numb, addicted, or stupid. It also does not matter if you spend enough money to feed a small nation on your cocaine habit. It will matter even less if you land on your feet and ass at the same time while coming out of rehab a “cured,” self-satisfied, self-righteous, self-indulgent pain in the ass of a person who never again does anything more constructive or less conservative than staying on the program.

It doesn’t matter one bit whether people believe you, like you, lie about you, love you, leave you, bait you, hate you, or rate you according to standards that are only badly pieced together fragments of their own historically inherited, socially dictated hallucinations. If you can be affected by other peoples’ opinions of you, maybe you lack the mental strength, confidence, and psychic structural integrity to properly defend yourself.

So do I.

We have a lot of company.

Most of humanity shares many of the same vulnerabilities. This is not altogether our fault. We have been trained since birth to eat the dusty dung being sold to us.

After the poison is added,it doesn’t matter whether you eat health food or cake.

Do you know what does matter?

Temporarily

It seems we believe what we want to believe—making truth something we then need to retrieve.

In seeking perfect love, a perfect life, and perfect partners we manufacture artificial gods and goddesses out of frail, flawed human beings and circumstances beyond our control.

Like a drug addled casting agent for a TV soap opera, we employ subjective imagination and desire to make believe they are objective reality,

Temporarily.

Awakening from the liquid dream into the concrete nightmare we find there is no way to awaken from life.

Addictive tendencies have attached us to manufactured circumstance. By grasping, we’ve lost our grip.

Living to discover life’s solution becomes dying to release logic’s prostitution as we face the facts just long enough to suffer dissolution of our beautiful but vanishing delusion. We must then muster the strength to make the firmest resolution to discover a solution to intuitive pollution that fed our grand illusion and had us thinking we were truly free,

Temporarily.

The Truth Can Wait

I would ask “God” to give everyone that hasn’t enjoyed their life a different, happier life—but I don’t think he could pull it off. God obviously isn’t too bright. God thinks heaven and hell are in different places. Many humans aren’t as bright as they could be either. A lot of that has to do with being scared of truth.

Humans too often allow superficial impressions to carry great weight. “What it looks like” is deemed more important than “what it is.” Reality is too often beaten into the back seat by tainted perception, inherited opinion, and a lazy convenience.

The truth can wait.

This applies all over the world of course, whether you are the employee or the boss. There are many who know that you will be more impressed by the wool that has been pulled over your eyes than by what you would see without it. Don’t doubt it.

The truth can wait.

We believe what we want to believe as if it were possible to self-deceive. Like prisoners sedated by dreams of being free we glimpse only shadows of The Love we cannot fully see, remaining blind to the vast greatness we could be

as we make believe that the truth can wait.

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