Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/24/2017

Diana, Goddess of Chastity

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I’m still doing my best to practice brahmacariya and a part of that has been to find sources of inspiration to stay on that path of practice. For whatever reason, I don’t find a lot of helpful from Theravadin sources which seem to take brahmacariya as a given after a certain point. So, I have been reading Hindu and Jain treatises as well as listening to Dhamma talks that point to the cultivation of wisdom as the ultimate way to root out defilement.

Perhaps because I have a belief in the reality of devas and unseen beings, I decided also to do and research into the gods top find out which was seen as the patron or patroness of chastity. Diana was the first to come up and her Roman origins immediately spoke to me. Both in this life and possibly in others before (according to a pay life psychic I met in my teens) Roman custom and beliefs have played a formative role. Diana, Goddess of the hunt and the wilds is also devoted to chastity and virginity. In addition, she is said to take special interest in the poor, vulnerable and pregnant women. She’s literally like a Roman Ksitigarbha.

All of this is to say that I’m interested to see if and how propitiating her help in my determination to practice brahmacariya might help. If it does, that’s great. If nothing happens, at least I’ve learned something more.

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/23/2017

Speak Not Harshly

Māvoca pharusaṃ kañci,vuttā paṭivadeyyu taṃ.

Dukkhā hi sārambhakathā,

paṭidaṇḍā phuseyyu taṃ.

Speak not harshly to anyone,

for those thus spoken to might retort.

Indeed, angry speech hurts,

and retaliation may overtake you.

Dhammapada 10.133

The Dhammapada: The Buddha’s Path of Wisdom, translated from the Pali by Acharya Buddharakkhita

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/22/2017

Be Surprised

This weekend was rough. My wife seems to be beyond reach and my spiritual power was waning so I had a hard time keeping it together and refraining from speaking unskillfully. But, I was able to stumble to the finish line and cultivate acceptance and forgiveness before bed and recommit myself to the life or death work of overcoming my own aversion. 

This morning I felt somewhat stronger and had been able to recall to send metta to get throughout the night when I would bob up into consciousness. But whatever the reason, I felt ready to engage in the mortal battle with my defilements once more. I decided to ask my wife if she could pick the kids up side her schedule had cleared so I could do more at work. I was almost 100 percent certain she would say no and my mind was already spinning scenarios in which she was mean and selfish. But, guess what? I was wrong. 

I was surprised buy more than anything else now I feel that I unfairly presumed age would say no while judging her harshly. May I now be grateful for her kindness and check my mind before I allow it to entertain such judgemental thoughts towards anyone. 

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/19/2017

With My People

No, not under the vault of alien skies,

And not under the shelter of alien wings—

I was with my people then,

There, where my people, unfortunately, were.

Anna Akhmatova

As the ice caps melt furiously and tin pot dictators rule the world with lies and violence, may I practice the way of compassion and wisdom. 

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/17/2017

Finding the Feeling

The past few days I’ve been having some problems connecting to a feeling of loving-kindness in my practice. Normally I begin with myself but doing so failed to elicit any emotional response. I recalled that the point is to find the feeling and then expand upon it so I turned to my youngest daughter and I suddenly felt a warmth where there was a dull numbness before. 

Learning not too be so rigid and to be willing to experiment has been a constant struggle for me but has been so very worth it. I am always inclined just to power through anything but such persistence in absence of wisdom didn’t produce many good results. May I have the clarity of vision and wisdom to see the point of the practice and find the methods to achieve it. 

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/16/2017

My Own Sword

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45 In brief, when calamities befall me like bolts of lightning,

It is the weapon of destructive karma returning upon me Just like the ironsmith slain by his own sword;

From now on I will be heedful of nonvirtuous acts.

May I reflect on the infinite acts of kindness showered upon me by mothers, fathers, friends, relatives and strangers from time without beginning. May I never dwell upon the hurt but turn my gaze to the help I have received in this and all past lives.

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/15/2017


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44 When all the good I have done turns out badly,
It is the weapon of destructive karma returning upon me
For repaying others’ kindness with ingratitude;
From now on I will respectfully repay others’ kindness.

I’m learning a lot about gratitude, concern and kamma thanks to my marriage. One of the things that has consistently come up in our counseling sessions and discussions is the fact that I have acted insensitively in the past. I have forgotten Valentine’s Days and other occasions outright or have not made an effort that my wife thought was commensurate with the occasion. I like to think that I have been better at this in the past few years but that is a point of contention.

As a result, I made sure to make a big deal out if mother’s day this year. Flowers and chocolates were delivered. I had the kids make cards and gifts. I made breakfast and dinner and kept the kids out of her way all day. And her lack of response, her grudging acceptance really hurt. No hug. No kiss. Just a perfunctory thanks.

In that moment I wasn’t sure what to do so I had to take a minute to clear my head but I soon realized a few things:

  1. This is the result of all of my insensitivity in this and past lives. This is my kamma.
  2. Generosity and acts of care shouldn’t be about receiving thanks, they are sufficient on their own when done well.
  3. My wife is giving me the gift of patience and forbearance and the opportunity to approach the suffering with wisdom.

So, rather than being resentful and determining never to make an occasion out of mother’s day and days like it again, I will take this as a deep lesson about dana parami.

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/14/2017


At Savatthi. There the Blessed One said: “From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating & wandering on. A being who has not been your mother at one time in the past is not easy to find… A being who has not been your father… your brother… your sister… your son… your daughter at one time in the past is not easy to find.
“Why is that? From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating & wandering on. Long have you thus experienced stress, experienced pain, experienced loss, swelling the cemeteries — enough to become disenchanted with all fabricated things, enough to become dispassionate, enough to be released.”

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/11/2017

Making a Farce of My Practice

I resolve today not to make a farce of my practice any longer. I resolve today not to allow my mind to play with baubles oh resentment, no matter how small our seemingly insignificant they may be. I resolve to make the practice of loving-kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity my main focus until I root out hatred or until I find myself freed of my familial obligations. 

If I’m unable to treat my own children with kindness, my understanding is limited and my practice is weak. By reflecting on death may I not take my opportunities for granted. By reflecting on aging, may I do my best to show love to all while I can before the years ruin my sight and rob me of my mind. By reflecting on sickness, may I take no one for granted. 

Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/09/2017

Real Power

399. He who without resentment endures abuse, beating and punishment; whose power, real might, is patience — him do I call a holy man.

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