Sunday, September 02, 2012

ARTICLE ~ Drdha ~ Part Five


Elemental Earth

Before the days of atomic or particle physics, religious and philosophical thinkers wanted to  divide reality into its constituent elements. The number and type of these elements or qualities varied from tradition to tradition. In Buddhism there are six elements - earth, water, fire, air, space and consciousness. So even here the earth has become just one of many elements from which life is derived, its no longer the source of everything. The Buddhist stupa symbolically represents all these six elements, giving them concrete shape; earth is a cube, water is a sphere or hemisphere, fire is a cone, air is a crescent, space a disc, and consciousness a flame. The stupa is probably the oldest surviving devotional object from early Buddhism. Initially it was a reliquary, a container for actual relics of the historical Buddha, but quite quickly stupas came to symbolically represent the Buddha (with or without relics), and hence to represent the completed Enlightened state.

There is a Buddhist visualisation/reflection practice based on these primary elements,called the Six Element Practice. The purpose of it being to imaginatively breakdown our over-identification of our self with our body. This practice always begins with earth. That is the primary foundation upon which all the other elements are built. You then visualise the qualities of earth in the world, then imaginatively identify and connect with those elements of earth as being  present in your own body. Having done this you then imagine these bodily manifestations of aspects of earth returning to the external earth as present in the world. This then continues on through a succession of ever more rarified elements, of water,followed by fire, air, space, till finally we reach consciousness, something extremely tenuous and difficult to grasp imaginatively. By doing this practice you weaken the attachment we have to our Self as a permanent, substantial, and fixed entity. Its a strong practice meant to rock your self conception in its boots. So its not recommended for inexperienced practitioners whose meditation practice is lacking in breadth, depth or integration.

These elements, as represented in the Stupa, can also symbolise the different levels of spiritual attainment. This of necessity always begins with the Earth element. This is the rich and fertile ground from which a desire for spiritual practice emerges and then grows. In order for any plant to flourish, first a seed must be planted directly in the earth. The earth is us, unrefined, suffering, but rich in potential to flourish. Earth is composed of humus, a mix of rotting vegetable matter. Its the stuff of our lives previous to wanting to practice spiritually. It includes all the bits that don’t want to be a Buddhist, as well as those that do. One of the things that the earth can do is use and incorporate all these disparate elements of our psyche. It can integrate them, turn apparently barren and infertile ground into the mulch that eventually can sustain spiritual practice. It’s shape on the stupa is a cube, often coloured bright yellow, but probably was originally a more earthy yellow ochre. A cube is solid, inflexible, difficult to shift, it is experience in and on the ground, a stubborn, crude ,heavy object, that has smooth aspects but also defensive sharp edges and corners. This describes the working ground and psychological state of most Buddhist practitioners, struggling with integrating these intransigent elements of their personality. Yet here is where the foundations are laid for an effective practice of ethics, meditation and wisdom.

On top of the Earthly square in the Stupa, is placed a Watery sphere or hemisphere, white in colour.  Water we know flows over, under, or around any obstacle it encounters. If it freezes it becomes ice, hard as rock, as though it really belongs to the earth. If heat is applied through fire, water evaporates as though it really belongs in the air. It’s an extremely adaptable element, responding flexibly, no matter what the circumstances are. Rain falling upon the earth, either rolls off, or is absorbed into it,is stored in underground aquifers and flows into streams. Having become more grounded in our earthly experience, and to some extent integrated it. The result is a certain amount of fluidity emerging into the way we live or respond to life and circumstances. We find it easier to not let things bug us or stick in our minds. We find our minds can more easily let go of things, or allow them to roll off us. It’s as though we’ve become a sphere, to which little sticks. A sphere knows where its own centre of gravity is. Even if pushed, it will restore itself back to a stable balanced position. Having practiced ethics, meditation and wisdom with reasonable effectiveness, we reach a position of flexible stability and poise, on top of, instead of under the thumb of our Earthly experience. We remain able to be fed by and use Earthly energies, but we are no longer so easily floored or disrupted by them. If we are able to dam or contain water, it becomes a source or energy or provide sustenance to quake our thirst whenever its required. Like the colour white, water is pure, without taint or discolouration.

Upon the top of this white sphere representing Water, is a red cone of Fire. Whilst it’s important to learn how to be flexible and respond to earthly circumstances with creativity. It can’t be the only tactic in our spiritual armour. Sometimes things shouldn’t be got around, but need to be cremated in a purposeful fire. The three basic poison’s of the human mind; greed, hatred and delusion, are like noxious chemicals that can’t be accommodated, they need to be burned up. The term Nirvana means ‘to extinguish’. What is really being extinguished is the dominance of greed hatred and delusion in our consciousness. However, if we look closely at the outcome of a fire, it never destroys anything completely, what happens is that whatever it touches is transformed by contact with its flames. What was firewood becomes ash, what was liquid becomes steam, what we thought was a permanent immovable part of our self-identity is proved to be impermanent and transitory.  Fire is synonymous with spiritual death, the death of something that previously seemed impervious to change. The cone shape is red, often traditionally constructed in a sequence of ridges that get narrower as you ascend it. Flames are always broader at the base, but the hottest part of it is at the flames blue tip. So as we ascend through the levels of fire, we are working on transforming ever more refined states of greed hatred and delusion. These require a more focused, precise heat to be applied the higher up the flames go.

So far, with these first three elements, we have been dealing with things fully tangible to the senses, or at least readily graspable with the imagination. But with the green crescent of Air, perched on top of Fire, what can be experienced by the senses becomes slightly weakened. Earth we can hold in our hands, water though translucent moistens and dampens everything it comes in touch with, fire brings a warmth and a light, that if we get too close to it, will burn us. But air, though it is everywhere and covers everything on and over the Earth. It can never be seen, only felt when its a cool breeze, or by its effect upon the water by making waves, or by fanning the flames of a fire, or by moving our hand through it, or via the simple sensations of breathing when we inhale air. Our sensory experience of air is subtler, and likewise in the aftermath of all that burning off by fire, the level on which we find ourselves practicing is harder to objectively grasp. Air cannot in essence be seen directly, only the effects of Air can be felt. Like in particle physics, the presence of some fundamental aspect of our being is discerned by what is not objectively observable, but by the effect it has upon things that we know exist surrounding it. The crescent is reminiscent of the moon, either just appearing into or disappearing from view. It is green, because its the central thing upon which every living thing depends upon for survival.

Likewise as we move upwards to the silver disc of Space, things are increasingly tenuous and less susceptible to sensory interpretation. We inhabit a space with our bodies that because we are in space, we obviously cannot see it. Air parts around us as we walk to accommodate the space that we occupy. We can only observe with our eyes the amount of space discernible in our present surroundings, Physical space then is a movable, temporary, exchangeable commodity. Space is what we inhabit, but its not a fully measurable phenomenon. A silver disc is convex, like space it mirrors back at us all the visible world reflected in its polished surface. Space is as discernible by what is absent as much as by what is present. In fact whether things are present or absent in space is an irrelevant distinction with regard to the existence or not of space. Space exists regardless of whether it is or is not occupied. Space may be occupied, but it is never eradicated or reified by that occupation. A mirror perfectly reflects whatever it is placed in front of it, whether it is earth, water, fire or the air as sky. A mirror disappears and is absorbed by whatever it reflects, with only a barely discernible circular boundary edge to indicate that it is present. Even making a distinction between the mirror and what it reflects is an illusion. Space turns out to be an illusory reflection of the self. The self is defined by the space it occupies. It’s the mirror is itself, it is the thing that it does i.e. it reflects back, and is the substance of what is being reflected.

Such contemplations on Air followed by those on Space, prepare us for a greater metaphysical challenge, to reflect on the element of Consciousness. That small golden flame perched precariously on the top of the silver disc of Space. Imagine it as similar to tracking down the elusive presence of the Higgs-Boson in the Hadron Collider. There is something quintessentially baffling about a consciousness reflecting upon the nature of its own Consciousness. Like a telescope trying to observe in the detail of its own telescopic nature. We get entangled in Consciousness not as it is, but through its manifestations. Through its outcomes of self-awareness,self-expression and self-direction. Electricity is pure energy that has to be manifested through something in order to drive machines or light bulbs. Consciousness similarly needs to be embodied in human form. When you see a dead body of someone you knew, the prevailing impression is of a lifeless form, whatever once animated it has left.
Contemplating on the nature of Space started to dissolve the distinction between what was Self and what was Other. The contemplation of Consciousness starts with a puzzle - where exactly is consciousness? Is it in our body,where is it located in our experience? Otherwise how can we give it back, and to what do we give it back anyway ? How come something we can possess, such as a consciousness can be so hard to pin down? Can we in fact possess consciousness, or is it just on loan? The flame of consciousness, though golden, is small, its really hard to see. It’s like a tiny pilot light that we know must never be allowed to go out, but inevitably does. When consciousness is extinguished, what then? To what does it, or we, then return? Is human life just a brief spark of flame in the dark?

All these six elements, however rarefied, are understood through the exegesis of the Earth.  Without the earth’s ability to hold us and bring us back to it, all this spiritual mountain climbing would leave us gasping for oxygen in altitudes for which we are not suited. Likewise spiritual methods or practices for which we are not prepared or ready, instead of Enlightening us, would turn us into gibbering lunatics.

There is a zen phrase concerning the relationship between the truth and a practice to discover the truth. It’s contained in an answer given by the Sixth Zen Patriarch Hui Neng to a disciples question:-,


"Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger,right?"

The brightness of the moon is alluring, it’s undoubtedly always been an object of veneration and desire for humans. Yet its silvery beauty was also held to be dangerous. Staring too long at the moon would turn you into a lunatic. Enlightenment, is like the Moon, alluring distant and desirable.Yet the longing for it, whilst not driving you mad, can delude you. The words of the Buddha’s Dharma may point us in the right direction, but they are not the truth as an earthed and lived experience. You have to gaze beyond the teachings, beyond the finger, perhaps even beyond the image of the moon itself. There is a tendency over time for spiritual practices, methods and metaphors, to be taken too literally. Our minds become misled by our imaginations. Maybe from a fully earthed level of experience you should just stare at the moon in wonder and aspire, or stand at the base of a Stupa looking upwards without straining your neck muscles.


“Do not become so accustomed to images that you are dismayed by the real dragon”

Eihei Dogen.

ARTICLE ~ Drdha ~ Part Four



Underneath the Earth

Earth can be synonymous with the life giving, with death, with transformation and with rebirth. Earth has always had its shadow side as the container for a frightening hellish underworld. It’s deeply embedded in so many myths of the afterlife, such as that of Osiris. Though his role as guide through the underworld is a benevolent one, not all of the guides or gods of the dead are so kind. The metaphors and symbolic links between life, death, the afterlife,and the changing of the seasons are made time and time again across cultures and civilisations. Vegetation and death are twin aspects often embodied in one deity. Yet these myths are full of the sort of hope, that is more akin to the most ardent of wishful thinking. In Greek mythology, people after death would descend into the realm of Hades the ruler of the underworld, filled up with the earthly bodies of everyone who has ever died. The lord and king of this underworld Hades, is a tyrannical ruler. He represents everything about human death that is cold, oppressive and imprisoning. He is the dark that will separate you from all whom you love, blind your eyes to life, will wall you off from the experience of sunlight falling upon your forehead, forever.

No one has escaped the clutches of Hade’s ironclad and deadly fist. All except one person, Persephone, who, because she was the daughter of Zeus and Hades wife Demeter, is almost able to cheat death. It all started with Hades abducting his step daughter Persephone and taking her down into his underworld. Demeter is an Earth Mother like patron of agriculture. Out of her grief and anger at the loss of Persephone she causes all vegetation to wither and the whole earth to become barren. Zeus negotiates with Hades a way by which the return of his daughter can be obtained. Part of this contract meant that Persephone must marry Hades, and reign over the souls of the dead with her new husband. She does, however, get to leave the dead and the underworld for six months of the year, to make a return to the world of the living.  

Persphone subsequently became a revered vegetation goddess strongly associated with springtime. Making the parallels between her mythological story and that of the seasons even more apparent.  Like her Mother she can cause plants to wither, and the earth to become barren, only to break forth in the Spring with renewed vigour. She’s also similar to Osiris, because it’s through betrayal and treacherous circumstances beyond her control, that she becomes a guide to the dark underworld of death and of rebirth into the light. People worshipped and prayed to Persephone to help their recently deceased friends and family make the difficult traverse to heavenly rebirth. Interestingly she also the result of a union between an Earth and a Sky deity, which appears to be a common archetypal element in the myths of gods or goddesses of the underworld. They have to be able to put one foot in the world of the living and one in the world of the dead, be partly of the earth and partly of the heavens. Into the black earth one’s earthly body will be buried and entombed, and into the blue sky your etheric essence, your soul, your spirit or your consciousness will disperse or dissolve. Eventually to fall like rain onto freshly tilled soil, from which will emerge new life.  

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It would appear we have always needed a sort of saviour figure to conquer death for us, or to come and rescue us from the jaws of it. In this archetypal role that they perform in their myths, Osiris, Persephone and even Jesus Christ, are very similar - it is to rescue us all from the twin hells of suffering and death. The Buddha’s spiritual quest, as traditionally told, is motivated by this same very familiar desire. He leaves his comfortable home-life as a prince, and sets off to lead a homeless life because he needs to discover how to bring to an end old age, sickness and death, to bring to an end all human suffering.  Once he discovers it, he is awoken,  transformed into an Enlightened being, a Buddha. One who has the wisdom and compassion to see the nature of reality, not only clearly but truly. The difference between this and other myths is that what he discovers isn’t a propensity only given to gods, it lies within the reach of all earthly humanity, requiring no divine intervention for it to be achieved. Over the many millennia of Buddhist history, the way Enlightened beings are portrayed has developed into a diverse pantheon of beautiful archetypal forms. Incalculable numbers of previous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from past aeons, have mythical stories of how they also discovered the truth, and manifest the many different facets of wisdom and compassion.

The Earth Store Bodhisattva is one such figure, who has become a popular devotional figure in Buddhist East Asian countries. His name in Sanskrit is Kshitigarbha, which means ‘one who encompasses the earth‘. ‘Kshiti’ meaning all that is stable, still, firm,vast and versatile, whilst ‘Garbha’ is ‘a treasury’ ‘a womb’ ‘a store’ or ‘a matrix’  Earth Store Bodhisattva then, represents an inexhaustible resource for the world, abundant with earthly wisdom, filled with compassion for all earthly suffering. Here are some verses in his praise:~


Earth Store Bodhisattva,wonderful beyond compare;

Gold-hued in his transformation body he appears,

Wondrous Dharma-sounds throughout the Three Paths and Six Realms;

Four Births and Ten Kinds of Beings gain his kindly grace.
His pearl,shining brightly, lights the way to heaven’s halls;
Six-ringed golden staff shakes open wide the gates of hell.
Leads on those with causes garnered life and life again;
To bow at the Nine-flowered Terrace of the Honoured One
Namo Earth Store Great Vows and Compassion
Bodhisattva of the dark and dismal worlds;
On Nine Flower Mountain, Most Honoured One,
With Ten Wheels of power you rescue all the suffering ones
Homage to Earth Store Bodhisattva.1


Like all Bodhisattva figures he has vowed not to accept full Enlightenment until all sentient beings are saved from suffering.  Kshitigarbha’s Vow is however quite specific ~ not just to save all beings from the hell realms, but to empty and destroy the hell realms altogether. He’s willing to go down into those ‘dark and dismal worlds’ as it says in the verses, in order to rescue them. Though he started off portrayed like most Bodhisattva’s as an ever youthful golden skinned deity, Kshitigarbha eventually is portrayed as a human being, dressed humbly in a monks robe, with a six-ringed staff in one hand to show he is mendicant, and a chintamani , a pearl or jewel, in the other to demonstrate his desire to liberate the minds and lives of everyone. In Japan he became the protector for families, and all who’ve ever died, particularly children, and is known as Jizo Bosatsu. When Kshitigarbha was a mortal it is said he attained insight through the practice of filial piety over numerous lifetimes. He therefore encourages the practice of filial duty, because its the simplest and most direct ethical practice that anyone can perform.

Kshitigarbha, is either portrayed standing as one liberated and walking in the world, or seated with one foot stepping down off his main lotus, to rest on a smaller lotus pad beneath it. This ‘stepping down’ posture symbolises his insightful desire to save, by direct intervention in the world. Green Tara and Padmasambhava, who also have this ‘stepping down’ manner, have similarly ‘active’ earthly roles. Kshitigarbha is said to be willing to walk with you, to guide you through death, to put you on the right path to heaven, in much the same way as Osiris is said to do. Though Bodhisattva’s are not gods, they do represent the same ethical archetypes or spiritual urges. So their postures and iconographic imagery become quite significant in denoting  the specific behaviours of an Enlightened being. In this a Buddha or Bodhisattva figure is supposed to model them for us. Devotional practice focused on these figures becomes a way for a practitioner to tune in and be influenced by this virtuous imperative present, not only within themselves, but also in the universe. Even if we don’t believe these figures have a literal existence, the things that they embody and represent do. We can align ourselves with these imperatives for the good, through directing our devotion toward these archetypal figures. Through them we can be put in touch with what  transcendental wisdom and compassion may be like. In this way a figure like Kshitigarbha can indeed become a source of treasure, a womb, a store, a cosmic matrix that we can tap into imaginatively. One of our deepest human desires is to be saved from suffering in the hell realms of our own making, whenever and  wherever they may occur.

So there is significance to be found in the iconography of Kshitigarbha. The mythology that lies behind the Earth Store Bodhisattva, can only be touched on briefly here. Such as the interesting tale that Kshitigarbha’s Bodhisattvahood is based on a previous life as a Brahmin maiden called Sacred Girl. Who was deeply troubled at her Mother’s Death, for her Mother had repeatedly slandered the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, and would suffer in the hell realms as a consequence. Sacred Girl, sold all she had, and used the money to make daily offerings to the Buddha Flower of Meditation and Enlightenment. fervently praying that her Mother might be spared the pains of the hell realms. Pleading for his help, the Buddha transports her to the Hell Realms where a guardian says that her fervent prayers and offerings have accrued such merit that her Mother has ascended to heaven. Sacred Girl though relieved and happy for this, sees the sufferings of everyone else in the hell realms and vows to save them in all her future lives in whatever aeon.  

What is it then that this Earthly Bodhisattva keeps in his Treasury his Store?  One could say its a wealth not to be measured in gold or jewels. What Kshitigarbha is rich in, is in all the many forms of  wisdom ~ worldly wisdom, other-wordly wisdom, mudane wisdom, heavenly wisdom, transcendental wisdom. The archetypal wisdoms of all Buddha’s and Bodhisattva’s; the mirror~like wisdom; the wisdom of sameness; the discriminating wisdom; the all~accomplishing wisdom; the dharmadhatu Wisdom ~ which all amount to the same thing ~ the knowledge and vision of things as they really are. When Kshitigarbha sees the sufferings of the world and knows not only what its causes but its cures are, he doesn’t just weep for us, he must act  to save us from ourselves, from our self-inflicted suffering. So his earthly store, is an infinite Store of Wisdom and an infinite Store of Compassion. No-one can know what he knows about reality and the human condition, and do nothing. Life on Earth, as exemplified in Earth Store Bodhisattva, becomes not just the repository of knowledge, insight and compassion for the world, but the very means by which we can liberate ourselves. By being willing to go deeper into the earth, deeper into death, deeper into the underworld, deeper into our self, we discover for ourselves the means to save ourselves.  Without the intervention of a god or goddess.  




1- Taken Verses of Praise from The Sutra of the Past Vows of Earth Store Bodhisattva
Translated by Master Shikshananda. Publisher The Corporate Body of the Buddha Educational Foundation.

ARTICLE ~ Drdha ~ Part Three



Existence on Earth

What experience of earthly existence do we have, as we gaze up into the heavens for guidance as our ancestors did? The earth lying beneath us, forces upon us a fixed reference point from which to view the universe. This grounded perspective, consequently blinkers and limits our horizons by this fixedness.  We are earth bound creatures, who live lives stuck to the earth by the glue of both a real, and an existential, gravity. We look up and wonder at the heavens, pondering upon and imagining, other worlds, other dimensions, other realities, whilst both of our feet are pressed firmly against, and supported by the earth.  We dream, in order to escape this  existential experience of being earthbound. The Earth is the dominant force shaping our whole conception of what it is to be human.

When we saw photos of the Earth taken from space in the 1960’s, they showed us the Earth for the first time, as this gloriously patterned sphere set against a dark velvet background. Earthly beauty looked so fragile. This prompted a shift in human awareness, more conscious of our interconnectedness with the planet’s eco-system, and the potential damage we may be doing to it. It’s rare to get such a glimpse, to gaze down upon the Earth and see our home from an entirely new perspective. An alien species might comprehend our planet quite differently. Perhaps they'd remark upon its beauty too, or its fortunate position in the solar system by which all sentient life is blessed. It is a planet of magnificent swirling clouds; a planet of azure seas; a planet marbled with minerals; a planet with a silvery embossed moon. But perhaps they’d only notice it’s ugly blemishes, its signs of sickness; overrun by humans, of its crippled,suffering beings, its poverty and inequality, a planet verging on extinction, where vision has been lost and all hopes have been abandoned.

Even though 71% of our planet’s surface is ocean, we still call our planet Earth. Of the 29% that is land, a large part of it is lifeless rock or desert.  To say nothing of the fertility of the earth’s soil that is buried out of sight beneath equally inert brick, tarmac or concrete. Our planet is not all covered with the black soiled fertile earth of our imagination. There’s a dry gritty gravitas that the earth brings to everything we do, a determination to survive, to overcome and make something of our lives upon it. We see ourselves as its progeny, caretaker and gardener. Earth sustains us during our life and absorbs us at our death. Human civilisations have been born because of the earth, and do not survive without it. The earth is a spherical life support system like no other.  It’s no wonder she’s been called ‘Mother Earth’.

Earth symbolises many things to our imaginations. Most of humanity's earliest religious notions were dreamt up in response to what the earth might bring, and what the earth might take away. What has been discovered from this primitive time are mostly female votive figures. Nature was seen then, and is still seen, as predominantly feminine. An earth that is bountiful, venerable and vengeful. The Earth Mother became like a black hole from which we were expelled at our birth and into which we are sucked back at our death, like some huge cosmic vaginal hoover.
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The Earth Mother’s relationship with humanity was both deeply personal and profoundly universal. Mirrored and mired in our experience of the natural world it was nevertheless a precarious volatile relationship. We understood the world less well, with fewer controls over the impact it might have upon us. The Earth Mother may provide us with pleasures and treasures, but might just as easily chose to provide pain and poverty. We lived in fear of what the Earth Mother might do with her vaginal vengeance. Overnight she could make the land barren and  humankind infertile. She might betray our trust, withdraw her support, remove all wealth and abundance. Visiting famine, plague and death upon us, of biblical dimensions. The Earth Mother was certainly a patron to humanity, but also an unpredictable bringer of pestilence.


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At this point I’d like to make some general observations about the physical location and power invested in those gods and goddesses, which does appear to change overtime. Whilst we were still nomadic hunter gatherers our conceptions of how the gods and goddesses inhabited and influenced the world, was predominantly embodied in the earth, trees, skies and water that surrounded us, the things upon which we depended. With the development of more settled communities, those first identifiably urbanised civilisations emerge. From these towns and cities, the gods and goddesses become more remote, if not alienated. Today this remoteness, has ended in their almost total expulsion from our imaginations. Back then they still had a presence in human lives, but increasingly they were living dissociatively in celestial heavens. Sometimes this distance resulted in them reeking arbitrary havoc upon the world just for fun, or out of spite, or out of some internecine rivalry between the gods themselves. An archetypally masculine way of executing power ensues, of fractious argument, the waging of war and submission to the will of the physically strongest.

The main power brokers in the heavens also transit from being female to male. It’s impossible to know fully why,when or how this happened. Though it is clear that changes in the gender dominance among the gods and goddesses does correspond to developments in the nature of human society. Civilised communities seem to become predominantly realms of male power, where the feminine is invested with less actual power or control. The desire to make reality conform to human will, instead of humanity conforming to the will of the Earth Mother, maybe be a contributory cause of this gender switch. The relative strengths of gods and goddesses correlate with this, and mirror its power struggle. The earth, for a time, remains the realm for minor female spirits, nymphs and semi-goddesses, until what survives of their pagan power and places of worship is usurped or absorbed by an increasingly masculine and singular godhead. Because up in the Heavens, the power that is held by a diminishing number of male gods, eventually becomes compounded into one god, indivisible, omnipotent and on high.

Due to this change in imaginative location, humankind becomes less able to observe the work of the divine, whatever the gender, in the world that surrounds them. The locus of power is intangible, beyond sense, sensibility, or logic, lost in the lofty remoteness of Heaven. The act of creation itself no longer emerges kicking and screaming from out of the Earth Mother’s womb, but is the result of a great spell instigated by an all powerful male god, magically forming human life from out of the mud and slime of the earth. Further demonstrating the increasingly subservient role being given to the earth in the act of creation.  The Earth Mother has now become the handmaiden of god.

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In the methodology of medieval alchemy, it starts with the ‘Prima Materia’ the blackest of earths. All magical transformations weilded inside the alchemical crucible are created from this earth. which, if perfected, result in ‘The Philosophers Stone’. Through this mysterious talisman the predominantly male alchemist attains the universal wisdom. The understanding of the true purpose of the whole of reality. The alchemist is the medieval equivalent of the ancient oracle or sage, reading heavenly signs in earthly traces.  It’s ironic that modern empirical science emerges out of the arcane gibberish of alchemical theses and experiment. The word alchemy is derived from an Arabic word al-kīmīā meaning ‘to cast together’’. Al-kimila’s linguistic origins are Greek, the word chemi or kimi being their name for Egypt or Egyptian, so alchemy can also mean ‘coming from Egypt’. Science owes some of its basic understanding of the properties of chemical elements to alchemy. This lineage probably dating back thousands of years, is still honoured through the word chemistry. The knowledge that comes from Egypt.

Many beautiful richly adorned golden objects have been unearthed from the ground of Egypt.. Sometimes the captivating nature of gold, overshadows more unprepossessing articles with perhaps greater symbolic value. One such odd object, made around 1323 BC, represents a myth that is actually far far older than this. It’s a cast metal effigy, discovered in the tomb of Tutankhamun,  made in the outline of the Egyptian god Osiris. It was moulded hollow, so it could be filled up with Nile mud and planted with seeds. When first sealed up in the impenetrable dark of the newly closed tomb, these seeds grew feebly upwards. Desperately searching for a glimmer of light, they found none and inevitably died. But perhaps the whole purpose of this object was not for it to survive, but to conjure into being, by acting out, a process of earthly renewal. This votive object, performs sympathetic magic for Tutankhamun, a statement of intent, a spell that says something like:~ ‘here are our best wishes for you in the afterlife.’  

There is an earthy wisdom woven into the whole life of Osiris. He is said to have been the originator of the spells and methods of mummification to preserve of life, from which the medieval alchemists believed their experiments had their origins. Osiris was created as a god of the earth, who over time develops responsibilities that oversee the transmission of the dead through the underworld, to the heaven beyond. Like Jesus Christ, Osiris’s own macabre death and resurrection becomes the object for a reverential optimistic cult. Through ardent devotion and seeking of his guidance you save yourself from a hell in the hereafter. What follows is the legend of Osiris,a classic folk story, filled with love, jealousy, murder, sex, and primeval symbolism.


Osiris was born of the union between Geb,the god of the earth, and Nut, the goddess of the heavens. Geb eventually passes on his earthly rule to Osiris, who through introducing agriculture and wine making into the land, makes the Egyptian soil fertile. He becomes deeply revered as ‘that eternally good being’,’ that perfect one.’ His brother Set grows increasingly jealous of Osiris’s success as Pharaoh, deciding to assassinate him and take his place. Set has a coffin made that will only fit Osiris. He holds a party, inviting Osiris to attend. During the celebrations there is a competition, in which the coffin is the prize, offered to whoever can fit in it. Many people try and fail. However the moment Osiris lays down in it, Set jumps forward, slams on the lid, locking and sealing it with lead. He throws the coffin into the waters at the Nile Delta, where it floats out to sea.

Set imagines that will be the last he’ll see of his brother. However, Osiris’s wife, Isis, goes in search of her husband’s body and coffin. She finds it on the coast of Lebanon buried within a cedar tree, that is being used as a pillar in a temple. She returns the coffin to Egypt hiding it in the Delta marshlands. Set, whilst out hunting, stumbles across it, reopens the coffin, and violently dismembers Osiris’s body into fourteen parts, scattering them widely throughout the kingdom of Egypt. Once again Isis goes on a search, and locates thirteen of her husbands fourteen lost body parts. She reassembles them, binds them together with cloth, and soaks them in the preservative unguents of mummification. The one part missing is Osiris’s phallus, which has been eaten by a fish. Isis fashions a replacement phallus out of gold, and by turning herself into a bird hovering over Osiris’s body, breathes life back into him. During this restoration of his life-force, Osiris and Isis conceive a child, and thus the falcon headed sky god Horus is born.


Osiris guides deceased souls to an afterlife, but he is also a fertility god, with his phallus frequently shown erect on his mummified body. He is both dead and alive, he died and was reborn, his fertility (represented by his phallus) is lost then symbolically restored. He moves effortlessly back and forth across the boundary between human existence and nonexistence. He was born from the earth, lived on the earth, died on the earth, and was reborn upon the earth. So this metal votive artifact of Osiris,filled up with mud and sown with seeds, is founded on deeper primary anxieties and aspirations surrounding the human condition. As an earth god, Osiris’s life-force can lie dormant, flourish, decay, die and renew itself, and be able to do the same for others. Osiris maps out the course of a human life and our desire for a life beyond death.

For all earthbound creatures this is the cycle of life and death within which we exist. In the King James Bible, it says;To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven’.  Our lives upon the Earth have their seasonal fluctuations, their periods of material, psychological or spiritual dormancy, followed by flourishing,decaying, dying and renewal. We live these periods out ‘under the heavens’  whilst still walking upon the earth.  For meaning and purpose we look up to the skies and wonder, we pray for help, guidance or salvation from a deity. We see ourselves as beings existentially separate from both Earth and Heaven. Sandwiched like an insignificant filling in-between the bread of life. Never fully of the Earth, and never fully of the Heavens. Consequently neither fully alive, nor fully dead, even whilst in the midst of life. Too conscious of that unknown point where what we know as ME will terminate. A point where our tangible presence upon the earth becomes an intangible absence. Some may plead to the heavens, and others will mourn upon the earth. We create gods and goddesses in our image to make sense of our brief time upon the earth, and when we die, they die, and everything else remaining grieves in silence.

ARTICLE ~ Drdha ~ Part Two



The Heavens from Earth

As our planet rotates around the solar system, it passes through a sequence of planetary alignments and conjunctions with other celestial formations, both close and in far distant galaxies. Sages in the past read and interpreted these relative planetary positions as a portent or sign. Believing that through the mathematical and mythological mapping of the night sky, the past and future destiny of individuals, battles or nations could be told. The Latin word 'astrologia' is derived from an original Greek term which meant the 'account of the stars'. We once believed the celestial heavens spoke to us directly about the purpose of our lives, its future dangers or good fortune.

These days the 'account of the stars' is heard through a different medium, that of astro-physicists. They scan the stars with satellite telescopes in search of precise, detailed, verifiable information. They probe into the amount of matter and dark matter in the universe, look closely at collapsing galaxies, red dwarfs,and find black holes, read into this data and draw their speculative conclusions. This 'account of the stars' though researching a different sort of structure to reality, is still primarily an existential endeavour. Finding what made the universe come into being, will also speak metaphorically for what makes us tick. Though dressed up in the clean clothes of scientific rationalism, what we are learning is no less fantastical, improbable or impenetrable than the world that the ancients imaginatively conceived of as taking place in the heavens. The universe remains essentially an unbelievable place.

One thing that is interesting about this cosmic search for our origins, is that the information garnered is presented in such neutral terms. No religious meaning is presupposed, made explicit  or imposed upon it. It’s just the bald facts, stripped of spiritual ornament. Despite this, we are undoubtedly piecing together a new creation myth here. The universe, the whole cosmos is  minutely observed, so that we can dream and conjecture withe the eyes of science about what really gave birth to matter, time, space and to us. This Universe, born without any god posing as its creator, appears autonomously. A self-generating, self-justifying, self-imploding and self-expanding system. Breathing space dust in and out, like a giant macrocosmic lung.

The gods and goddesses of the ancients having been demystified, are now demoted. They no longer garner even the privilege of capital letters. Torn from the lofty role of sculpting our destiny, they are now more akin to theatrical understudies; only employed on a stage when someone has fallen ill. This godless universe creates a fascinating conundrum; what sense can be make of a self-contained cosmic mechanism, of a creation myth with no creator? The mathematical probabilities of particle physics keep looking for still deeper, ever more ephemeral, elusive qualities. Things whose presence is indicated by an absence, like gaps in a jigsaw. Words become barely adequate to describe accurately such fundamental things. What is it that defines the nature of reality, why is it as it is? Will this scientific investigation trail take us back through closely observed patterns in conditioning to a new genesis?

Buddhist practice for over two and a half thousand years, has minutely examined the traces of human experience and how reality really is. With a different emphasis and ultimately purpose in mind, than scientific materialism.  It’s still existential in focus, though it is reluctant to answer questions of how things came into being in the first place, at least not in the strict linear terms we might expect. The primary obstacle, is not a lack of verifiable data, but the self-referential viewpoint from which we view all things. This blinds us to the import of basic but  very evident truths such as the transitoriness of existence and insubstantial nature of our Self. Something scientific empiricism rarely fully takes on or explores, other than to try and reverse or prevent genetic deterioration  We are always in danger of committing an existential evasion.

At the core of Buddhism is the conditioned co-production formula, whose implications indicate that our relationship with reality is not as we see it, as alienated  by our own reflective self-awareness, but as a contributor to its fluidly dynamic, interactive and constantly evolving process. Nothing is so fixed that it can’t become unfixed.  Nothing so conditioned that it can’t become unconditioned. This is the rubicon to be crossed through Buddhist practise.

'This being, causes other things to become;

because of the arising of these, further things will also arise.
This not being, will mean other things do not become;
because these cease to arise, then all further arisings will also cease' 1

These verses simply describe the functioning principle of what is happening right now, happened in the past, and will happen in the future. Even these concepts of past and future require a fixed viewpoint from which to view them that we call the present, with a fixed viewer who can stand in that present. All our concepts end up fixing the world and our central focal position in it. Effectively turning reality, that is all about movement, interaction and change into something that is immovable, dualistic and static.  

Science as a human activity and practice cannot help but do this too.  It finds itself engaging, working and being confounded by the complexity of this conditioned co-produced process in action, all the time. Because atoms exist they interact and create an event, which leads to looking for other sets of conditioning factors, for further particles and sub-particles to be present, and researchers then look to see if they actually do. Just when we think we’ve reached the end of the journey of discovery, a new path is revealed. It’s a bit like reading a detective book backwards, where by knowing who the culprit is we eventually discover the original circumstances of the murder. Scientific discoveries are then similar to re-erecting dominos that have fallen over. Eventually the basic building blocks for the entire cosmic chain of events will be reconstructed.

Will this conditional framework be fit for the purpose - ultimately?  Might its usefulness at some point simply breakdown? For the mystery of the heavens to unlock itself, the key we use might need to be different one The key might be ‘no key,’ the lock ‘no lock.’ We are already being forced to go beyond the conditionings of form, time and space to find an explanation through our imaginations for things that may never be empirically found?  The unconditioned may leave us living in an unfathomable universe.

A primary creator god is just one explanation for the origins and structure of all life. Like most explanations it creates contradictions inherent to its own premises and assumptions. Without a creator, where do primary particles come from, with a creator, where does god come from? Perhaps both came ‘out of nowhere’ - out of nothing. The buck stopping either with a god, or a godless origin may be one dualism that has to be gone beyond.  A conditioned chain of events may ultimately have a cut off point, where it stops functioning as the universes observable principle. The conditioned universe then, may ultimately have a finite and paradoxically constant state.  If, however, the conditioned chain of events were to have no cut off point, then the universe may just goes on and on and on, in an infinite and constant evolution?  What if even this conditioned chain of events bound by time and space, can at some point can be transcended, gone beyond? Then again we may be looking at an unconditioned experience, one that is outside matter, time and space, something we can barely imagine or comprehend. By removing the creator god, we don’t necessarily change the question, only the answer. The questions are simple ones - is the universe eternal or not eternal, is it finite or infinite ?  It may be a matter of insufficient information or the insufficiency of our conceptions, that we cannot as yet fully provide an answer.

No current hypotheses provides a complete answer, and will they ever find one ? Or is it that we just simply haven’t yet got the full picture. We are constantly being pushed to conceive of things beyond our tangible conditioned experience. It's little wonder people cling to the idea of a creator god. As a solution its easier to handle, to give responsibility over to him, or her. It’s also easier to grasp conceptually than the little explored and arcane metaphysics of science, badly explained and existentially incoherent. A god introduces an existential element of stability, of structure and purpose to what is otherwise a chaotic universe. Whilst not being a complete or logical solution to life, meaning and the universe, a god performs a comforting mythic role - existentially. So my bet is, that a belief in god will persist despite the lack of logic, coherence, or evidence to back it up. A godless origin is mostly held as being inconceivable. Or is it just a matter of improving our presentation skills?

When it comes to the nature and origin of the universe the Buddha was not silent. he just said that it was an 'imponderable' subject. It sounds at first, like this was just a neat way of sidestepping the issue. It isn’t that these ‘imponderables’ aren’t good questions, but are they spiritually speaking worth devoting time to. For a practicing Buddhist, it’s the cosmic version of navel gazing,  to ponder endlessly on such 'speculative views'. Yet researching speculative theories is the way that modern life, science and society has progressed. A process that has been immensely beneficial to the wealth and welfare of humanity. The Buddha’s would I expect not have denied that. By designating these questions ‘imponderable’ he wished to encourage the contemplation and practice of what  was conducive to insight into the true nature of reality, to the state of Enlightenment, to the liberation of the human mind.  Anything else was squandering precious time. The following verses from the Culamalunkya Sutta in the Majima Nikaya, explains his view succinctly::~


'Remember what I have left undeclared as undeclared, and remember what I have declared as declared. And what have I left undeclared?'The world is eternal'~I have left undeclared. 'The world is not eternal'~ I have left undeclared. 'the world is finite'~I have left undeclared. 'The world is infinite'~ I have left undeclared

Why have I left that undeclared? Because it is un-beneficial, it does not belong to the fundamentals of the holy life, it does not lead to disenchantment, to dispassion, to cessation, to peace, to direct knowledge, to enlightenment, to Nibbana. That is why I have left it undeclared.

And what have I declared? 'This is suffering'~I have declared. 'this is the origin of suffering'~I have declared. 'This is the cessation of suffering'~ I have declared. 'This is the way leading to the cessation of suffering' ~ I have declared.

Why have I declared that? Because it is beneficial, it belongs to the fundamentals of the holy life, it leads to disenchantment, to dispassion, to cessation, to peace, to direct knowledge, to enlightenment, to Nibbana. That is why I have declared it.'2



So, you reflect on whatever produces insight. Speculative views on ‘imponderable’ questions, od gods or no gods, were considered unproductive. Looking up to the heavens for a answer, would not advance you one step forward in the direction of Nibbana, it may even drag you backwards. What would take you forward, was closely examining and reflecting on your experience of the origins and cessation of your own suffering. Dragging your mind down from the speculative heavens that it so loves, with a specific purpose in mind. To put mind and body firmly in touch with earthly existence, to fully face what our experience of earthly reality has really been like.


1 ~ Freely adapted by Vidyavajra from the Udana, Chapter 3 on The Bodhi Tree, using J.Ireland's & F L Woodward's translations

2 ~ Taken from the Culamalunkya Sutta, Chapter 63, of the Majima Nikaya. Translated by Bhikkhu's Bodhi & Nanamoli, published by Wisdom.

ARTICLE ~ Drdha ~ Part One


PREFACE

' What do we say any more to conjure the salt of our earth?'
Seamus Heaney

The following sequence of short essays have their origins in a celebratory ritual I was involved in devising to mark the Buddha’s Enlightenment. This explored the mythical background leading up to the pivotal moment when the Buddha ‘touches the earth.’ In doing this he calls upon the Earth Goddess Drdha to bear witness to his past spiritual attainments and his right to declare himself a Buddha - an Awakened One. The morning’s festivities began with a specially devised video. During this the movement of ‘touching the earth’ was acted out. I found myself being very strongly moved when I saw this. It aroused my curiosity. There seemed to be a lot more levels on which this fantastical story could be viewed, than a sketchy outline alone might reveal.

Whatever it was that struck me in that simple gesture had a deep resonance, one that went way beyond its profound place within the apocryphal story of the Buddha’s journey towards Enlightenment. After all there was an Earth Goddess involved, and why was it she that was the archivist and historian of the Buddha’s experience in past lives? What started off as a simple rumination and teasing out of some of the hidden meanings concealed within this myth, extended into looking more closely  into the numerous iconic stories from ancient mythologies involving Earth Gods and Goddesses. All of whom it appeared had remarkably similar qualities invested in them. They were all bound up in some way with the transition of the seasons, the transitions of sun or moon, and more importantly human anxieties about the transition from life, to death, to whatever the afterlife was conceived as.

Despite Buddhism’s non-theistic nature, nevertheless the same divine archetypes are at play within it. Personally the multi-faceted nature of Earth intrigues me, and has greater significance and relevance for me, than I can adequately communicate here. The sequence of the essays, is pretty much as they came.  If there is an overarching schema it is a rough one. It charts in an associative stream of connections our changing imaginative relationship with heaven and deities. This moves from beseeching earthbound deities, to surrendering to lofty heavenly deities, to more purely archetypal beings who, whilst not themselves gods, represent human potential at its fullest. The Buddha’s teachings if completely realised, finally shatters a person’s dependency on all that is earthly and samsaric. Within all of these there is one common thread - the symbolic role that the Earth takes in this.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

DIARY 153 - Padmaloka Poems


Have just got back from Padmaloka Retreat Centre in Surlingham, Norfolk. Two Order retreats back to back. One more meditative on Sadana, the second a study retreat on the Bodhicitta. Both were intense in differing ways, and both stimulated me to write. The following poems may give a flavour of what was going through my mind consciously and unconsciously. None of them have been polished, they're much as they came out. Whether I'll do any more work on them, is to be seen. I've got a lot to plan and do over the next couple of months, before Jnanasalin and I have our civil partnership.


30th June 2012
The absent presence
like a ruler, omnipotent
leans over and whispers 
something indistinguishable 
from static
in my left ear
then always gone
gone beyond tangible form.

The absent presence
can make you feel
like you're sitting in his spare seat
a usurper, a pretender, a very minor regent
but if he wont just be there
or be gone for good
what are you to do?
stand up all the time!
mishear things
and come to mistaken conclusions

1st July 2012
As the birds coo what is there
but sadness in the echoes?
a trill of melancholy
whips passed me, urgent
as a swallow
there it goes
off to the heights of Abraham
a traffic jam of crows blare their horns
just to let me know
they are there too, they are with you
they can see what's up ahead
and its baaad, baaad, baaad.

2nd July 2012
Whilst there is a willing bird
cupped in my hands
an upward gesture of encouragement
to take off
makes its talons grip my fingers
all the harder
flying cannot be coerced.

3rd July 2012
Where
in the bee sucking
is there something
as sweet as honey
not collected cordially, but made
from effort and industry
what is sweet
is always born from sweat.

4th July 2012
We are
like a dewdrop
gently resting on a open leaf
small refracting gems
semi-spherical worlds
sufficient unto ourselves
that either drizzle, dribble or drop to earth
or evaporate
into timid humidity
as the day goes by.

5th July 2012
On the matter of the origins
and state of wind
I must remain silent
tight lipped in secrecy
maintain the deliberate mysteriously
inscrutable view
for where the wind comes from
and where it goes, I know nothing
I only see what it actually does
the wind is a creature of circumstance
opportunistic and mercenary, it thieves air
steals the character of the moment
that it cuckolds, like the oceans waves
assaults cloud formations
plays aerobics with the branches of trees
and whispers through the smallest of cracks
a mournful whistle for a weary while
to a prisoner of caves
whip-poor-willed 
now breezy and gentle, now gusty and bracing
now storm und drang
origins becomes ones state
and ones state becomes ones origin and source
for all that, is transitory
wind becomes wind becomes wind again
a stream of feathers
sketching forms in the air.

7th July 2012
With love
there is a chance or two
that some might place a bet on
or wager their fortunes to obtain a handful of 
it is unfortunate
it doesn't arrive in a motorcade
or sell itself cheaply on the streets
but enters by the back gate
like a tradesman
come only to fix your plumbing
to drink your tea
and eat your suggestive digestives.

10th July 2012
There is no Lord to lord it over us
but a time of prescience does
weigh down like an angry ghost
squeezing the last air from your chest with a tea tray
you too will die young man, now older
preferring age to stay relative and abstracted
when even joints are seizing
and the heart's palpitations now indicate
not excitement, but dread
a blind man starring into the bottomless abyss
remarking, not on the imminent danger
to life and limb
but of the fresh invigoration
of the updraft.

11th Julty 2012
Disputation angers the anvil
forging a form
with deep impacted body blows
metal pressed upon metal
hammering home
with heat and steam
cold to the touch
and hardened to the heart
is whatever is made
then thrown into the river
to appease the gods.

12th July 2012
I don't understand what happens sometimes
I don't understand what happens ever.
I don't understand what happens to life
when the carriage of death arrives.

13th July 2012
The drilling of water
in bed and before breakfast
rivals the birds
throwing gravel stones at window panes
and skylights, to waken the lover's sleep
'get up, get up, I have songs for you'
listen to the given voice
expressed as radio-static
hitting high hats
in an orchestrated arrhythm
lacking syncopation
like a freely improvised 
cacophony of praise to itself
the confidence of rain is hollow
its strength borrowed, 
its influence fleeting and Pyrrhic 
draining away like the memories of Caesars past
or of peasant lives among the pigs
wag tails and clods of sodden earth.