China’s Tech-Savvy, Burned-Out and Spiritually Adrift, Turn to Buddhism

China’s Tech-Savvy, Burned-Out and Spiritually Adrift, Turn to Buddhism

Article submitted by Veda Mohabir. Thanks!

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  • Veda Nath Mohabir  On 09/13/2016 at 1:56 pm

    Thx Cyril.

  • demerwater  On 09/16/2016 at 4:04 am

    In an old East Indian movie there was this scene of an older man who had travelled from India to London; in search of his (errant) son! (I was a son like that for a short time.)
    He was standing in a park and a group of “Hare Rama Hippies” trotted past him. Thanks to subtitling, the old man’s comment was, “The western world has found a way to the moon. It is still seeking a way to God”.
    Decades later, the search continues.

  • demerwater  On 09/17/2016 at 5:24 am

    I embarked on a similar journey just over a year ago – The beginning of a good life. It is quite uplifting; and enlightening also, to sit at my computer or TV and explore the thoughts of others on a topic like ‘consciousness’.
    One of the things I thought I’d tackle was music – of the uplifting kind. I have got to take you back to the mid 20th. Century when I could identify any current Indian movie song by film and recording number; and the same for the flip side of the 78 rpm record. All you had to do was hum any bit of the tune you had in mind.
    I passed through the teenage years – Elvis Presley, Chet Atkins, the guitar and finally – the mandolin and the Indian songs from the era “When Melody was Queen”. They have stayed with me in spite of forays into “Strauss Music”, Mantovani and Andre Rieu.
    Oh! Before I forget; the calypso, Dave Martin, Sparrow and Merrymen are in a separate class entirely.
    When I need soothing music, I start off with Jules Massenet’s ‘Meditation’. And one strange thing happened only the other morning. We have got one of those “Smarter-than-I-am” TV sets. I was listening to some elevator music and must have dozed off for at least 20 minutes. As I passed through that dreamy half- stage between sleep and waking up, it seemed that a very familiar and soothing piece of music was seeping into my consciousness.
    It crystallized into

    I played back the whole thing twice.
    After all, I had no place to go to; no appointment to keep.
    Those “.. burned-out and spiritually adrift, and are looking for change.” characters are in for a very pleasant and pleasurable “trip”.

  • Gigi  On 09/17/2016 at 5:07 pm

    @demerwater, that was a l-o-n-g 20 minutes.The video you posted is 1hr and 29 mins. I’m listening to it as I type :). But what is time but the ticking sound of a clock feeding into our anxiety.

    My son went to a spiritual retreat in Indonesia and he said the experience was awakening and he is a better person from his experience. I lived one year on Hogg island as a child (I was 10 or 11 yr) and it was almost the best year of my life, minus some family setbacks that no child should ever have to experience. I went to bed with a view of the river, woke up to a view of the river, sat in a classroom with a view of the river, and our playground was mostly on the sandbanks and banks of the river – the mighty Essequibo River. When the tide was low and the sandbanks were visible, we used to row our boats out to the sandbanks to play cricket and football and sometimes just to chill and take it all in – contemplating on life, the world, and our place in it as far as our childlike minds would take us. The river is a powerful source for reflection and contemplation. I remember a professor asking what never remains the same but is always moving, and I answered “the river”. He agreed. I’ve lost many school friends to that river and have many profound memories of that river. It is a wild, untamed and mysterious place that commands reverence and because it is also the lifeblood that sustains us all. Guyana has many places for spiritual or awakening retreats. It’s a pity that the Guyanese people are willing to give it up for the PROMISE of a few wretched dollars from Exxon. Sad really…

  • demerwater  On 09/18/2016 at 4:57 am

    The fact that we can talk about time and timing; that alone puts us in a class above all the other creatures on earth.
    Can I teach my pet dog to look forward to his birthday? To make him aware of his so called ‘aging process’?
    My larger point is that the repetitive, rhyming, rhythmic ‘chant’ stirred my consciousness in a manner that “Meditation” and the “Ave Maria” seldom do. In a concert hall, with a full orchestra; in the Cathedral, to the swelling strains of the pipe organ – yes!
    Not on the couch in my living room at 4.00am.
    This raises another question.
    Why does “my skin grow” when I am cold; and when I listen to certain pieces of orchestral music?
    The same reaction – to a physical and an emotional stimulus! Sounds like a discussion for another time, doesn’t it?
    There have been short periods in my life wherein I had passing encounters with my other? better? higher? self.
    In retrospect, what was lacking was breadth of “experience”. Two 10-to-12 year old boys walking a pair of oxen from Louisiana to Non Pariel in Leguan had entirely a different kind of conversation than the same (now grown men) have on their almost ritualistic Sunday morning telephone conversation. Ditto for the annual retreat at “Saints” – and sessions like that.
    Along time ago, I learned to relax by imagining that I had fallen off a tall building. I would then go over my body from head to toe, to make sure every limb, joint and muscle was totally relaxed. I would often fall asleep before the exercise was over.
    Later on, I learned to count backward from 500 in threes! 500, 497, 494 etc. I would fall asleep before I got to the 200’s. The explanation is that the exercise requires the use of both halves of my brain.
    But getting back on topic, I listened to that “… l-o-n-g 20 minutes ….video … 1hr and 29 mins.” – twice!
    Only because I had no cause to be any where else; any time soon.


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