Monday, 4 May 2015

Milarepa The Yogi

 

The Life of Milarepa is the most beloved story of the Tibetan people, a true folk tale from a culture now in crisis. It traces the path of a great sinner who became a great saint. But it is also a powerful folk tale, full of magic, disaster, feuds, deceptions, and humor.


Born in 1052 in the village of Kya Ngatsa, western Tibet, to a prosperous family, he was named Mila Thöpaga (Thos-pa-dga'), which means "A joy to hear." When his father, Mila-Dorje-Senge, grew very ill and he realized he was dying, he called his extended family to his deathbed and asked that his estate be cared for by his brother and sister until Milarepa came of age and married. But Milarepa's Aunt and Uncle betrayed their brother's trsut. They divided the property between them and dispossessed Milarepa, his mother and sister, of everything.


Now outcasts, the little family lived in servant's quarters. They were given little food or clothing and made to work in the fields. The children were malnourished, dirty and ragged, and covered with lice, and the people who once spoiled them as the darlings of the village now ridiculed them.

When Milarepa reached his 15th birthday, his mother tried to restore his inheritance. With great effort she scraped together all of her meager resources to prepare a feast for her extended family and former friends. When the guests had gathered and eaten, she stood up to speak;
Holding her head high, she recalled exactly what Mila-Dorje-Senge had said on his deathbed, and she demanded that Milarepa be given the inheritance his father had intended for him. But the greedy Aunt and Uncle lied, and said the estate actually had never belonged to Mila-Dorje-Senge, and so Milarepa had no inheritance. Then they forced the mother and children out of the servants' quarters and into the streets. The little family resorted to begging and transient work to stay alive.

The mother had gambled and lost. Now she seethed with hatred of her husband's family, and she urged Milarepa to study sorcery.   
I will kill myself before your eyes, she told him, if you do not get vengeance....



So Milarepa found a man who had mastered the black arts and became his apprentice. For a time the sorcerer taught only ineffectual charms. But when he learned Milarepa's story, he gave his apprentice powerful secret teachings and rituals. Milarepa spent a fortnight in an underground cell, practicing the black spells and dark rituals. When he emerged, he learned that a house had collapsed on the family while they were gathered at the wedding of their son, crushing all but two, the greedy Aunt and Uncle, to death. Milarepa thought it right that they survive the disaster so they would witness the suffering their greed had caused.

His mother was filled with delight. She took all the red cloths she had, tied them to the end of a stick, and waving it like a victory banner at the top of the house, she communicated in a loud voice to the whole village: "The son born to Sherab Gyaltsen and myself has come of age and He has given an answer to our enemies and conquered them. My mind is finally satisfied. I am happy. Now if there are others in this village who wish to harm us, please come forth."  With such proclamations, she went around the village. On learning of his involvement in the tragedy, the villagers were enraged and set off to look for Milarepa to kill him, but his mother got word to him, so he sent a hailstorm to destroy their crops and harvest and then fled. 



Realising that his revenge was wrong, Milarepa (at this time known by his boyhood name 'Fortuitous') set out to find a lama to teach him to atone for his evil karma (the taking of life is a terrible wickedness with consequences stretching throughout many lives) and was led to Marpa the Translator. Marpa proved a hard taskmaster. Before Marpa would teach Milarepa he had him build and then demolish three great towers in turn.
When Marpa still refused to teach Milarepa, he went to Marpa's wife, who took pity on him. She forged a letter of introduction to another teacher, Lama Ngogdun Chudor, under whose tutelage he practiced meditation. However when he was making no progress, he confessed the forgery and Ngogdun Chudor said that it was vain to hope for spiritual growth without the guru Marpa's approval. Milarepa returned to Marpa, and was finally shown the spiritual teachings.


Milarepa then left on his own and after protracted diligence for 12 years he attained the state ofenlightenment. Milarepa's long lost sister Peta had heard tales from hunters that had stumbled across Milarepa's camp. They informed her that her brother was there, skinny and green like a caterpillar and looked to e on the verge of death from starvation. She was amazed to hear even that he was alive and took the news to Zesay, who had been betrothed to Milarepa in childhood. Between the two they agreed that the sister should first go to see him and find out if the rumors were true

Approaching the cave, Peta was horrified to see the emaciated, green body of her brother, with protruding bones and eyes sunk in his skull. At first she took it to be some strange being or ghost but recognizing her brother's voice, she ran to him crying and bewailing their fate. She expressed to him that they two were the most luckless people in the whole world. At this Milarepa explained that rather he was the most fortunate person in the world because he had attained to transcendent knowledge and Bodhi mind (the internal vision of a Buddha).

 Milarepa now removed to Lapchi-Kang (Everest) and continued his meditation in caves amidst the snows and isolation there. It is said that besides his many human converts he also brought to enlightenment to some non-embodied beings, including the Goddess Tseringma (one of the twelve guardian deities of Tibet who reside at Mt. Kailas) who came to tempt him with her powers during his meditations but was instead herself liberated.

During his travels over the 84 years of his life he met many disciples that were destined to come under his tutelage, including Dvagpo Rimpoche (Gambopa) and Rechung who entreated him to tell the story of his life, which was recorded for the benefit of all beings. For a fuller account of Milarepa's life and journey please look here *~

Because Milarepa traveled about singing songs to facilitate understanding in the people, he became known as the Singing Yogi.

His songs are characterized by an amazing love of life and joy for everything that he encounters. He had no money or home but he was happy. He often commented that he didn’t want money or things because then he would spend too much time worrying about maintaining or protecting them. Instead he opted for a cave in the mountains, sunshine on his face and wind in his hair....

His name, 'Milarepa' also shows his devotion to good deeds and simplicity, as 'Mila' is Tibetan for; 'great man', and 'repa' means; 'cotton clad one.' At the age of 45, he started to practice at Drakar Taso (White Rock Horse Tooth) cave – now known as 'Milarepa's Cave', where, he subsisted on nettle tea, leading his skin to turn green, hence the greenish color he is often depicted as having, in paintings and sculpture .


Milarepa the yogi and poet, is a captivatingly human figure who developed from an avenging black magician to become a supremely powerful and compassionate yogi.

Buddhism in Tibet developed a unique tradition of its own,
a technology of enlightenment, that has no parallel in Indian Buddhism but does trace its ancestry back to the yogic traditions of India. This is the tradition of crazy wisdom. A similar transformation happened to Indian Buddhism in China. Influenced by its native Taoist traditions, Chinese Buddhism gave birth to Ch'an (Zen); the wandering, iconoclastic figure of the Zen monk dominated the golden age of Buddhism in T' ang China.
As Surya Das, the author of The Snow Lion's Turquoise Mane points out in his preface,
. . . the gnostic tradition in Tibet originated with the enlightened yogic adepts and 'divine madmen' of ancient India. These inspired upholders of 'crazy wisdom' were holy fools who disdained speculative metaphysics and institutionalized religious forms. Carefree iconoclastic yogis called siddhas . . . expressed the unconditional freedom of enlightenment through divinely inspired foolishness. They vastly preferred to celebrate the inherent freedom and sacredness of authentic being rather than cling to external religious forms and moral systems. Through their playful eccentricity, these rambunctious spiritual tricksters served to free others from delusion, social inhibitions, specious morality, and complacence-in short, from all variety of mindforged manacles.
The crazy wisdom of the Tibetan siddhas finds resonance in the mystical Zen and Sufi traditions which likewise rejected institutionalized religious forms in favor of an authenticity of enlightened experience. ( more here ) Perhaps they are not so crazy after all....

 ''Accustomed, as I've been, to contemplating both nirvana and samsara as inherent in myself,
I have forgotten to think of hope and fear.''

Milarepa avoided the scholarly institutions and academic debates of his time, wandering from village to village, teaching enlightenment and the path to Buddhahood through his spontaneously composed songs. Wherever he went, crowds of people gathered to hear his sweet sounding voice 'singing the Dharma.' Tibetans accord The Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa a classic status comparable to that of the Mahabharata and the Bible, and revere its author as an exemplar of spiritual life. 

Most of all I think that Mliarepa demonstrates in his life and his teachings the importance of action over words...
 
''Accustomed long to knowing the meaning of the Wordless,
I have forgotten the way to trace the roots of verbs, 
And the sources of words and phrases.
You, 0 learned one, may trace out these things in your books
[if you wish].''


 



Perhaps we dont all have to sell our homes, retreat into the woods and live on nettles to be as happy as Milarepa. But we do need to start enjoying the simple things in life. It is extremely important to realize that you don’t NEED anything to be happy other than a roof over your head, a meal to eat and a place to sleep. The rest is a bonus. If you want to be the happiest person you know start getting back to life’s simple pleasures.

Get simple, Once a week;
One way you can do this is allot a few hours of the week to doing something simple.
Go for a walk in the forest or hike up a hill just to see the view.
Find some natural ways to marvel at the many things in life that are causes for being happy. Here are some ideas:

    walk along the beach with bare feet in the water
    go for a bike ride down a hill
    play some sport with a friend or relative
    read a classic book or poem 

feed the birds
    meditate on compassion
    cook a simple meal and enjoy it outdoors
    take your dog out to meet some other dogs
    find a clean natural lake to swim in
    make your partner a gift by hand


And of course, get truly interested in other people’s happiness
& Blessed Be ~



~ ''May I be far removed from contending creeds and dogmas'' ~
~* Milarepa *~













 

Thursday, 23 April 2015

The Pagan Reclamation of St. George's Day

The tale of George slaying the Dragon and saving the maiden encompasses many folklore motifs, and creates a wonderful medieval ideal of the dashing hero overcoming insurmountable odds.
However, St George seems a strange patron saint for England as he was not born and never even set foot in England. Most sources suggest that he was born in Cappadocia, Turkey sometime in the 3rd Century, was brought up as a Christian and joined the Roman army in Palestine, eventually attaining the rank of Tribune.
When the Christian faith came under one of its many Roman purges under the Emperor Diocletian, George is reputed to have torn up the persecution order from the Emperor. For this act of treason George was imprisoned, tortured and eventually beheaded after refusing to deny his faith. He was created as a Saint around 4 CE by the Catholic Church, who created many saints around this time. The legend involving the Dragon and his heroic exploits was a later addition developed by the English Kings which they popularised during the crusades in the East. 


The Dragon, sometimes employed symbolicaly as an emblem of winter with its dark, fierce cold, in spring did battle with summer. This conflict at first sight would seem to be between two gods of opposing forces, but actually winter and spring are twin aspects of the one circle of the sacred year. This battle has been enacted by various characters in different areas, but the significant aspect is that in defeating winter, the lord of spring frees the fertile forces of nature and the farming season ensues with many festivities and celebrations to mark the ocassion.

The Christian Church has appropriated quite a few Pagan festivals and activities over its history in Europe, as in this case where it took over the traditional symbols of the Season but realligned them to new ends. The Dragon was subsequently borne in the Rogationtide processions which took place in the middle of spring to intercede for fine weather for ploughing. At the spring equinox, March 21st, the sun completed its victory over winter. The reason that St George became so strongly associated with the Dragon may be because his feast fell in the middle of Rogationtide, the season of prayer for the crops. His victory over religious evil was taken as a sign that his intercession would also be effective against natural misfortune. ( more here )


Fraser in his 'The Golden Bough' suggests that St George’s Day replaced the pagan festival of Parilia, and many of the customs still practiced abroad are related to welcoming the spring and ceremonies to fertilise the fields for the coming harvest. In ancient Roman religion, the Parilia is a festival of rural character performed annually on April 21, aimed at cleansing both sheep and shepherd. It is carried out in acknowledgment to the Roman deity Pales, who was a patron of shepherds and sheep. (source)

As a Saint, St. George was created in the 4th century CE, as were most other Catholic saints, from a Pagan origin. Estonian folklorist Mall Hiiemäe has written of St. George;
“Perhaps the richness of the tradition accumulated on St. George’s Day should rather be viewed in the light of the fact that the Greek form Georgius means a ploughman, a cultivator of land. And when trying to divine the ancient predecessor of the holiday, one should better consider such tradition that is connected with spring-time vegetation as well as the concentration of special customs on certain pre-Christian dates to mark the awakening of nature and the arrival of spring.”



St. George’s Day has been celebrated all over Europe and Britain and has figured prominently in the various rituals of spring.
Strangely, St. George has also been called Green George, the Spirit of Spring. Barbara Walker directly links St. George as Green George, to the Green Man. She says, “his image was common in old church carvings, a human head surrounded by leaves or looking out of a tree trunk.” ( see here).

Lichfield Cathedral north choir capital Green Man
The ancient and pre christian origin of the Day is indicated by the many Estonian customs associated with it. According to Hiiemäe, “more than one tenth of the reports concerning St. George’s Day customs in Estonia, have something to do with snakes. One would think that the image of George slaying the dragon would render snakes as the counterpart of evil. However, it is to the contrary in Estonian lore. The snakes, according to Hiiemäe, are “used in repelling and preventive magic to help the cattle thrive and people fare well and also to cure people’s diseases…” It would appear that snakes are not indicative of evil but of good—as long as the snake used in ritual was killed before St. George’s Day.

The St. George's flag, a red cross on a white field, was adopted by England in 1190.
Various other traditional rituals of Estonia and Eastern Europe have played some part in the creation of St. George’s Day. Hiiemäe notes, “interesting reports come from North-East Estonia where the cattle-magic practiced on St. George’s Day has merged with some traits of a woman’s holiday dating back to the tribal era”.  Other pagan holidays/festivals that have merged with St. George’s Day include Ploughing Day and the Shedding of Yellow Leaves.

Copper dragon for Rogation days (religious processions during sowing), Italy, 18th century

Even though St. George continues to be an important folk-hero, appearing throughout the Old World in various festivals to mark important dates, the Church began to refer to him as “the imaginary saint” because he “was so shamelessly involved in fertility rites.” (source Gary R Varner )

Perhaps not quite who we had thought then, but for all that - George's Day seems all the more of and for the people, and the symbolic slaying of the Dragon can now be seen as less of a Christian subjegation of nature and her forces but rather a Pagan celebration marking the changing times of the year.

May the Dragon of dark Wintertide pass away with grace then, and the joyful abundance of a fertile Summertide now flow ~





Monday, 13 April 2015

The Flying Mystics of Tibet & The Art Of Flying


The urge to fly has transfixed human imagination with an irresistible charm for millennia.
In Buddhist thought, flight is within our potential as human beings, with advanced spiritual development come supernatural powers such as flying, levitation, or the ability to walk through the sky as some walk on a mountain path. Traditional Tibetan literature tells of many Buddhist mystics who have taken off in joyful flight.


Origin of Language by Alex Gray

Witches Flying to Sabbath, by Bernard Zuber

By contrast, both Shamanic and Witches flight is traditionally, although by no means always, facilitated by use of diverse herbs, ointments or potions, to bring about a trance-gateway with access into other psycho-spiritual realms for discourse with deities or archeiving control of some aspect as its objective.

The key differentiating factor between these modes of meditative and magical flying would appear to be the intentional use of mind in the magical to acheive the stated aims of mind, whilst target of mind is absent from the meditational because the participant has moved outside the dualities of cause and effect, of being and becoming, there is no objective.

Flying is a metaphor for being grounded in the present and not occluded behind layers of obfuscation and mental distractions; freedom is just another word ~


We hope you enjoy your flight with Celestial Elf Skyways ~

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Merry Eosturmonath!

This Easter some may celebrate the resurrection of a god that was born of a virgin, was sacrificed on a Friday, rose three days later and brought the promise of eternal life. Not Jesus (who resurrected after only two days) but Attis, an older Phrygian god and consort of the goddess Cybele. Attis was God of vegetation and it was the burgeoning Spring that he represented,  the fruits of the earth which die in winter only to rise again in the spring.. Attis' spring festival - dying and rising on March 24th and 25th, began as a day of blood on Black Friday (so called because it was the day he died) and rose to a crescendo after three days, in rejoicing over his resurrection.

Wheat - the sacred symbol of Attis' resurection
The march dates of Attis' spring celebration were later applied to the resurrection of Christ according to Sir Frazer, "the tradition which placed the death of Christ on the twenty-fifth of March was ancient and deeply rooted ...(as a spring resurrecting god theme)". That Easter falls on the first Sunday after the full moon immediately following the Equinox demonstrates the festivals very Pagan precedent. 

There was aparently violent conflict on Vatican Hill in Rome in the early days of Christianity as the worshippers of Jesus and Pagans quarrelled over whose resurected god was true or greatest. Even then, neither were unique as virtually every civilisation has an equivalent resurrected deity: Tammuz, Adonis, Baal, Osiris, and Dionysus are a few...

The rites of the 'crucified Adonis' demonstrate another dying and resurecting god, celebrated in Syria at 'Easter' and Frazer states: "When we reflect how often the Church has skillfully contrived to plant the seeds of the new faith on the old stock of paganism, we may surmise that the Easter celebration of the dead and risen Christ was grafted upon a similar celebration of the dead and risen Adonis..."... ( source ). Not so much a  pragmatic acceptance of ancient pagan practises by the Christian church then but a wholesale repurposing of existing festivals to new ends.

My point in mentioning the Attis and similar festivals is to provide counterpoint to the Christian Easter and show that the various festivals of this time in fact all stem from an ancient celebration of Spring.

"The Gardens of Adonis" by John Reinhard Weguelin (1888)
According to the Venerable Bede
Be that as it may, according to the Venerable Bede - an English Monk of the 6thC Common Era - an author and scholar known as 'The Father of English History', the Anglo-Saxons called the entire month of April 'Eosturmonath' after their Earth Goddess, Eostre. He also recorded that the ancient Pagan festival had by the beginning of the Eighth Century, been entirely replaced by the Christian custom, which is clearly a propaganda fabulation because the festival of Eostre - also known as Ostara, after the Norse Goddess of fertility, flourishes to this day.

Stories have grown around the goddess' Eostre and her symbols, the cosmic egg and the mad march hare, here's one about the ''Easter Bunny''..
The story goes that after a particularly cold winter, Eostre was late to usher in the Spring. Unfortunately, this meant that a bird succumbed to the cold and died. Feeling responsible, Eostre revived the bird and changed it into a hare, whom she called Lepus. Since Lepus had once been a bird, every year as the Spring returned, he laid eggs. He gave one to Eostre to thank her for saving his life and Eostre, thinking that everyone would appreciate a similar gift, encouraged Lepus to go round the world distributing eggs. Hence, or so this tale would tell, the custom of the 'Easter Bunny' bringing us eggs...



Of course we know better, Eostre as Goddess of fertility and Spring was represented by her two symbols,  the cosmic egg - most basic symbol of rebirth and the mad march hare which also represents fertility and the rebirth of Spring. Whilst the hare was latterly abducted and repurposed into the 'Easter Bunny', the tradition of sharing eggs  sprung from Pagan offerings of colored eggs made in honour of Eostre at the Vernal Equinox, which they placed in fields and also at gravesides as a charm of rebirth. (Egyptians and Greeks were also known to place eggs at gravesites).

Eostre by Thorskegga

The Pagan Eostre then dosen't require articles of faith or complex beliefs to enter into a sacred relationship with nature, but simply celebrates life and gives thanks for the blessings of Spring.

Welcome Eostre ~




Sumer is Icumen In ~
One of the oldest known songs in celebration of Spring, a round or canon called 'Sumer is Icumen In’ celebrates the arrival of the cuckoo. It was written for unaccompanied voices in the Wessex dialect in the 13th century. Although the only part that doesn’t need translating is the phrase “sing cuckoo”, one listen is enough to dispel any doubt that life could be full of exquisite joy, even in the 'Dark Ages'.





Svmer is icumen in                   Spring has arrived,
Lhude sing cuccu                      Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Groweþ sed                              The seed is growing
and bloweþ med                       And the meadow is blooming,
and springþ þe wde nu              And the wood is coming into leaf now,        
Sing cuccu                                 Sing, cuckoo!

Awe bleteþ after lomb               The ewe is bleating after lamb,
lhouþ after calue cu                   The cow is lowing after her calf;
Bulluc sterteþ                            The bullock is prancing,
bucke uerteþ                             The billy-goat farting,
murie sing cuccu                        Sing merrily - cuckoo!
Cuccu cuccu                              Cuckoo, cuckoo,
Wel singes þu cuccu                   You sing well, cuckoo,
ne swik þu nauer nu                   Never stop now,
Sing cuccu nu • Sing cuccu.        Sing cuckoo, now; sing, cuckoo,
Sing cuccu • Sing cuccu nu         Sing cuckoo, sing, cuckoo, now!


Merry Eosturmonath to You ~