|Ignoble path...the road well travelled|
Respect for the clergy has been
around since the age of Adam. When the Great Fisherman is said to have walked
this earth, rabbis and high priests were quick to tell him where he was going
The beliefs of Christ were considered anti-establishment at the time and
loving your enemy was piffle and hogwash. So what happened…the Prince of Peace
was crucified but he had the last laugh by resurrecting himself.
Priests and monks are supposed to
follow in the great traditions of their noble mentors and emulate the strengths
of loving kindness and compassion.
Due to weaknesses of human nature, men (and
some women) who don the robe find that they metamorphose into something
un-holy. They wear the robe, preach the
doctrine and practise very little.
It’s hard to be noble all the time so why
bother even trying?
Buddhism was founded on rejection. It
is a way of life against nature. A North Indian prince rejected his parents,
palace, paramour, paternity and provisions and went searching for his destiny.
After enduring all the hardships of
being moneyless which he found a lot easier than having untold wealth, he
finally came to rest under a banyan tree. Under this, he found enlightenment and wanted to share it with all and sundry. The latter was the problem.
The sundries never quite got the idea
of loving kindness and living frugally. These were the people who thought that
this new religion, Buddhism, was just a passing fad. Unfortunately, it endured
so the hangers-on decided they would stick with it in the hope that it might
improve their status.
After all this Siddhartha chap or Buddha might have gold
buried somewhere…..what fool would walk away from that much wealth?? He must
have some gold coins stashed under his loin cloth.
Siddhartha was a shrewd man. He
decided that there was too much talk around wealth and his assets were too
exposed. He found a large piece of cloth and wrapped it around his body. Then
he noticed how this motley crew of travellers and gypsies were admiring his curly,
dark locks. He grabbed a knife and swiftly cut them off. Soon he was bald and the motley crew decided
that anything he could do they could better so they decided to go Brazilian and
Commando – from the tops of their heads to their cheeky bottoms they were
It was quite a novelty when Sidd
decided to implement some rules – only one meal a day, begging for their food
and celibacy. They liked rules ‘cos they had never lived by any before and Sidd
made it all the more special by calling them precepts. The motley crew had had
rules in their community – eat, drink and be merry – so bending a few precepts
would be par for the course!
Most of the time Sidd’s crew hadn’t a
clue what he was talking about. He preached and gave sermons; talked about the
triple gem, 17 levels of thought, 31 planes of existence, absolute and ultimate
truths, cause and effect and karma….what the bleep??!!!
Ultimate truth…you’ve gotta be
kidding none of them would know the truth if it hit them on the head! As for
cause and effect, did the Great One know that the cause of infrequent food would effect their tiny brain cells! Nevertheless, the begging proved enjoyable as it brought them into contact
with all the lovely, young women - daughters and their mothers - who smiled at them so
graciously as they placed food into their bowls. Hmmm…their nostrils were
assailed with the fresh scent of youth and womanhood.
|Man does not live by bread alone|
The Great One must have had too much sun. If
there were 17 levels of thought they were surely on the bottom one and they’d
never have the strength to climb the ladder to the top if they didn’t get some
decent food inside them….a juicy steak and chips washed down with a nice toddy
would do the trick.
The Great One gave discourses on meditation, the
Triple Gem and the Noble Path. Poor Sidd he barely knew that his crew were
getting bunions and verrucas from the paths they were treading in the jungle. But
Sidd talked so much about the gems ( three of them) that they were determined to find them.
Nibbana was the ultimate destination but this crew hadn't a clue how they'd get there without transport since the wheel had just been invented but the design wasn't fool proof!
|Far East Idol|
So they went along with the Great One's theories
and began calling their shack a temple. They slept like babies…afternoon naps…to the sound of Sidd’s melodic chanting…aah this was the good life –
no work or responsibilities! They could leave their children behind in the safe knowledge that they were following in the Great One's footsteps.
But there was something missing from
this near perfect existence…..love from their neighbour.
They had so much love or was it lust to share? Sidd had also got people bowing to him, prostrate on the floor and the
Great One said that every person should bow in front of the robe. The motley
crew were ecstatic, with egos sky high, they knew that a robe meant that the future was bright. The future was an orange coloured robe.
Whenever a young girl would smile at
them sweetly and bend down they could see their soft breasts pressing out of
their blouse like a pair of snowy doves. It was heavenly, awesome and it felt
like New Year every day! They were harbouring desire whilst preaching desirelessness.
The other bonus was that they could
offer sweet meats to pre-pubescent girls and befriend them. The girls could be
gently coaxed into their private quarters on the pretext of having a Sunday
school lesson and then their innocence and trust could be violated.
The motley crew couldn’t believe
their luck. No one suspected a thing, not the Great One or the parents of these
innocents. Their faithful congregation were suckers for men in robes.
One by one they plied the children
with sweets and then cloaked under the jungle canopy of vines and vegetation
they committed foul deeds and sullied the spotless innocence of maidenhood.
The Great One was oblivious since he had told them that he was soon to leave this world. His disciples were grief stricken as they were left (or lumbered) with the onerous task of passing on the doctrine.
Well....of course they were proud to do so....but they'd tweak it here and there.....and since lack of interesting food was an issue they made it a rule that every family would be required to bring food to the temple to be known as alms giving to monks. There were hundreds of families of every income level so they were in for a daily feast!!
It’s not a mistake that Buddhism has no all powerful deity. This makes it easier for men to play God and their egos tell them
that they have control over every woman and child. Sin was not a sin in their
eyes. There was no one to atone too and
Sidd was just human like the rest of them, wasn’t he? When did it become wrong
to love your neighbour and make love not war?
And so it went on through the
centuries, sexual misdemeanours as practiced by members of the clergy went
undetected and unchallenged until the 21st century – 2012 to be
precise. A girl who grew up to be an accomplished and intelligent woman has had the
courage to out her robed abuser.
The dishonourable clergyman is now in
custody giving evidence to save his skin (not his soul since he doesn’t have
one). He is a businessman cum cleric; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I hope that
justice will be done and that he’ll be brought down off his banyan tree and put
into jail to write this wrong…and, no doubt, his memoirs.
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