Time travelling is a serious thought provoking paradox. It has funny sides as well. Like if I go back in time and kill my grand dad so that ………… ‘Init? That is a top class ‘if’ situation. When I think about my problems right now I have not any. If I had a problem now I would of sorted it out straight away. But my thinking, “Wonder how it is like, to be in the pub now where I heard a gang of nice girls are drinking”, or “Wonder what it is if I did not phone the benefit office and make an excuse for not sending those forms.” Here I am worrying about a different place or time. That means all my problems I get stressed up, are either about time or place or both together.
So we can see that time and space is interchangeable. You do not ‘ave to go to university and learn for 10 years to know that. Even some of us who do that cannot understand a trivial thing like that. For those people I ask “What if my mum ‘ad a prick?”
So I understand things like “if I wanted hundred quid; I would not be sitting here and typing this out, unless I am to get that amount or some money by doing it; but go out and may be mug someone for it, that is, if I am that desperate.”
Now comes the logical bit! You know when I am planning to do something I am planning it. When I am doing it I am doing it but not thinking about the big plan, init? And I do the best at that time what ever I am doing.
So if I say that, “Since I was born (or may be before!), I have been doing the right thing, at the right time, to be right here; if I made a mistake I would be in a different place doing something else.”: Will I be proper religious person according to any religion in the world?
I have no sins. I have no karma. I have never made a mistake.
Easily done mate, or shall I utter, it is easily said than done. If, one day, in the same logic or in a different logic, it dawns on you, from right inside your conscience, then you can be sinless as well. And it does not give me pleasure in, doing some nasty thing to a living being and saying I did the right thing at the…… No. You can enter into the karma world of the demons. Or so sinful you will enter the hell. It is not that easy.
The subtlety in this is to do anything for that purpose alone. I go out because I want to go out. Not to get a breath of fresh air. If you want a breath of fresh air, you must tell yourself, “I want a breath of fresh air.” This is a very simple example. May be you can think of something more appropriate?
I think the main religious masters did find these simple formulae. You know about that parable about Jesus: when Jesus was taking a walk he saw this crowd of people with stones, to throw at this miserable person who has done a great crime like, may be, sleeping with his mate’s wife. And the great man says, “He who has no sins throw your stone.” And no one threw a stone.
I do not know how true this story is, but it could of come about with the same reasoning I exposed earlier. Jesus, a carpenter’s son, was literate and dialectic. He was kicked out of all the synagogues of the area because of his revolutionary arguments. He must have simplified it and felt the immense sense of relief, and wanted to tell all his mates about it.
Later the Romans and the Zionist Jews got together to make the Roman Catholic religion to enslave the masses in the future, explained that we all have sins so if we come to church to pray(and give the church our wealth), and we can be forgiven of our sins. What sins?
What Jesus meant, according to the simplest way, is “We do not have sins. It is the society which has sins.” And further the Bible chants that Jesus died for our sins. How true. Of course he died because of the sins of the society. That man never committed a sin. Just like all of us.
I had to read a lot about Buddha to find out what his notions about sin and karma. Do not forget Buddha was a revolutionary like Jesus, who wanted to free the masses from the evil Brahmin ideology which was the governing religion in India and there about. So reading the books which are written by the power crazy monks and highly ‘recognised’ writers are invalid for me. Enter the:
Suttanipata BY V. FAUSBÖLL
Hard work reading this but who cares, as I am used to hard graft. It says here:
“From the Atthakavagga especially it is evident where Buddha takes his stand in opposition to Philosophy (ditthi = darsana).”
So the great man was against all these religious philosophy, and tried to find a very simple way, for he himself and any one else to follow.
By the way, he was born a prince, Siddhartha, who was well educated and married quite young and his wife Yassodhara had a baby son. All his life, he had been well protected from seeing monks, and sick, very old and dieing people. Why? Someone, at his birth, predicted that he will get fed up of this princely life and run away, if he is exposed to births and death of humans. Well his father a good religious Samana did well by barricading young prince from all the evils of birth and death.
Indian society at the time of Buddha had two large and distinguished religious sects, Samanas and Brâhmanas. What is said of the Samanas seems mostly to hold good about the Brâhmanas also. Both sectors held the same view about life. They say that purity comes from philosophical views, from tradition, and from virtuous works. In other words you are born to it and makes the relevant caste systems.
Buddha himself has, it is true, sprung from the Samanas, but Buddha has overcome all their systems; and he asserts that no one is purified and saved by philosophy or by virtuous works. Sanctification, in fact, does not come from another; it can be attained only by going into the yoke with Buddha; by believing in him and in the Dhamma of the Saints; on the whole, by being what Buddha is. So here we have a true revolutionist who really did care about himself and the masses. NO! He was a bad boy just like you and me at one time.
He ran away from home in the night after his son was born. He got fed up of life after seeing a monk and sick and dieing people, when he managed to get out the barricates into the city. Then encountered the birth of his son. So he woke up his best mate who grew up with him, and took the best horse his father had and ran off into the night. If someone like Prince Charles does it now he will have the whole upper England after his arse. Anyway, you know, he had to cross this swollen River Yamuna. So they tried to cross, Prince riding the horse, and his mate hanging to the tail. They did cross but killed the bloody horse. All the monks and priests say the bloody horse was born in the heaven. Bullshit.
Siddhartha was a bad boy in any account, but he did go around taking various portions of hallucinary I meant…..er…. smurf …sniffer …….. …...HALLUCINATORY er…… snij….substances, and failing everything went ahead and starved himself for forty-nine days and nights. Just living on one ball of rice a day. Someone gave him a bowl of rice, and he made I think 49 balls of rice and ate one a day. Think about it; after a while in that heat the rice goes bad and mouldy. So he was tripped out of his mind, at the end of may be 40 days. I mean hunger itself can do a lot of tripped out minds, as lots of people have found out. But eating festering rice? So there you have it. If he is living now he would of take some LSD with me today.
Come back to the point huh? Sin according to Buddha?
Found this “Sin” A Service by Reverend Bill Clark :
“There is a story told about Gotoma, the Buddha, and a man whose father had died. The man came to the Buddha crying with deep concern for his dead father. “Sir, I have come to you with a special request: please do something for my dead father.”
“Eh? What can I do for your dead father?”
“Sir, please do something. You are such a powerful person, certainly you can do it. Look, these priestlings, pardoners perform all sorts of rites and rituals to help the dead. And as soon as the ritual is performed here, the gateway of the kingdom of heaven is breached and the dead person receives entry there; he gets an entry visa. You sir, are so powerful! If you perform a ritual for my dead father, he will not just receive an entry visa, he’ll be granted a permanent stay, a green card. Please sir, do something for him!”
“All right,” the Buddha said. “Go to the market and buy two earthen pots.”
Two earthen pots? The Man was very happy now for Buddha was going to perform some right for his father. He returned with the two pots.
“All right,” the Buddha said, “fill one with ghee (butter).” The young man did it. Fill the other will pebbles. He did that too.
Now place them in the pond over there.
The young man did so and both of the pots sank to the bottom.
“Now,” said the Buddha, “bring a big stick; strike and break open the pots.”
The young man was very happy thinking the Buddha was performing a wonderful ritual for his father. Taking the stick, the young man struck hard and broke open both the pots. At once, the butter contained in one pot came up and started floating on the surface of the water. The pebbles in the other pot spilled out and remained at the bottom.
Then the Buddha said, “Now young man this much I have done. Now call all your priestlings and miracle workers and tell them to start chanting and praying, ‘oh pebbles come up, come up. Oh butter go down, go down.’ Let me see what happens.”
“Oh sir,” the man said, “you are joking. How is it possible? The pebbles are heavier than the water, they are bound to stay at the bottom. They can’t come up sir; this is the law of nature. The butter is lighter than the water, it is bound to remain on the surface. It can’t go down sir, this is the law of nature.”
“Young man,” said the Buddha, “you know so much about the law of nature, but you have not understood this natural law: if all his life your father performed deeds that were heavy like pebbles, he is bound to go down; who can bring him up? And if all his thoughts and actions were light like this butter, he is bound to go up, who can pull him down?”
No still a bit detailed and philosophical init? I think ….. yawn…. yawn ,,../….,,.”%$&(£”£. No wonder we are all fucked.
Why didn’t the Dinosaur Chicken cross the road?
There weren’t any roads constructed them days.
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