Someone sent this to SN. It shows another level of Consideration… of the Netflix thing…
Kill the Buddha if you meet him on the way.
Today it struck me, why do we still get so worked up about the Ranch? Because we are identified with it, just like being identified with a nation or religion, it reflects our ego as a group and if the world looks down at us, they look down at our image as sannyasins, we are spiritually and socially stained, including the legacy of our master, our group ego is stained, my EGO, and we had a lot invested in it, a utopian city with an enlightened master to lead us on and show the world how it is done! To live in peace love and harmony. But some of us screwed up the dream. As a group we cannot be proud of what we have accomplished, we have done fantastic and then…. We don’t like it; we take it personal, otherwise who really cares, it has been almost 30 years, but the stains are still there and now they have been exposed again. We were hoping for some exoneration, maybe this new documentary shows us in our best light. Didn’t happen again, can not because of the facts! That is how ego behaves, it expects, it depends and then if it doesn’t work out as planned, the blame, but “the failure is in the structure of expectation, the dependence on others to fulfill that expectation”. Of course there is a reason for this dependence, we want someone else to do it for us, we want the master to give it to us, fulfil my individual dream, if I can see that, I am free! No more blame no more need to justify no more need to identify. Because I have learned the lesson, I am better off on my own and take responsibility for myself and not depend on others anymore, because if I depend on others, this is what happens, I have no control over anything, I am a victim. I cannot control what others do, how they behave, that is not possible. Others have stained our image as a group, and I was part of this group, I am part of the failure too.
So to me the lesson, the message is, be alight onto yourself, be alone, don’t hold on to an outer group image, this is religion, the master never wanted a religion. He always wanted us to be ourselves.
The so called “terrible immoral, criminal” acts are the insurance policy that this will never become a religion, at least not in our lifetime.
Move in, be a light onto yourself, dare to walk alone, without any outer support, find the master inside, let go of the outer image of the master too, that is the message for me, I have done so already a long time ago. Yesterday I wrote about the invisible Buddha field and that is not a contradiction, because that is an inner invisible web of consciousness, and not an outer structure. We have to face sooner or later that we are alone and have to walk alone, the truth I am longing for is not outside, if I depend on others we are always screwed in the end, this is true in any relationship that believes the other has there key to happiness and can give it to me. We have to take responsibility for ourselves only!!!! If I screw up it is my responsibility and if I succeed it is my responsibility alone. The master has left us alone, to figure it all out by ourselves. The time has come to get the message. The master is inside, available, there is no outer master anymore, he is gone as a physical presence, we have seen the flames consuming his body, now he is available as pure consciousness inside all of us, we just have to let go of the outer and tap in to this consciousness, and it is not some vague idea, I have experienced it as pure alive intelligence ready to respond if I call on it, to call on it is the true surrender, “ thine will be done “ not personal, But existential, cosmic, universal. In the very beginning of writing, I have come up with this poem and now it seems absolutely relevant.
Last Poem to my beloved Master
I understand now what is meant
When they say, kill the Buddha when you meet him on the way it is the Buddha in my mind, the memory.
That I have held on to so loyally .
The one that I have called on every day Please, please show me again the way .
His image, I have carried everywhere with me chatting with my friends over a cup of tea of how magnificent it all has been his wisdom and the amazing mystery.
But now I clearly see, I have to add that,” let’s do it all again” desire that sweet delicious memory, also to the Master’s funeral pyre for the phoenix, the essence, to arise, every bit of it has to be burnt to ashes in the holy fire. in flames of love and gratitude, that is the price