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A balanced view if Buddhism is regarded as the ultimate authority
The Buddhas are the ultimate authority, not the religion.
When, if at all, did our previous lives commence and how did they commence?
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 and wandering on.”
– Assu sutta, Samyutta Nikaya 15.3
Have the Buddhist gods always existed?
No. They are born live and die before being reincarnated like all living things outside nirvana.
How did the power to achieve Nirvana originate?
Not an important question. The important part is that it exists here and now.
How is Nirvana related to heaven?
It isn’t. The heavens are not nirvana; nirvana is not one of the heavens.
Most - if not all - religions believe in cosmic justice but they also believe in moral responsibility and clemency which seem absent in Buddhism. Isn’t it a virtue to forgive those who harm us in some way?
Buddhism has moral responsibility, more so than Christianity. There is no equivalent of the forgiveness of sin in Buddhism; you cannot avoid the consequences of your actions. There is no God to step between you and the consequences.
Personal forgiveness is a virtue, related to non-attachment. Do not hang on to resentment etc. about the actions of others. Forgive and move on.
Two monks, Tanzan and Ekido, were walking down a muddy street in the city. They came on a lovely young girl dressed in fine silks, who was afraid to cross because of all the mud.
“Come on, girl,” said Tanzan. And he picked her up in his arms, and carried her across.
The two monks did not speak again till nightfall. Then, when they had returned to the monastery, Ekido couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
"Monks shouldn’t go near girls,’ he said – “certainly not beautiful ones like that one! Why did you do it?”
“My dear fellow,” said Tanzan. “I put that girl down, way back in the city. It’s you who are still carrying her!”
Not an old story. Tanzan lived from 1819 to 1892.
I’ve always been a fan of Thomas Merton was a Trappist monk who had great respect for Buddhism and wrote some excellent books on contemplation and spirituality.
Thomas Merton is good, I have read some of his books. It is possible that he attained enlightenment before he died; he certainly seems to have come close:
[At Polonnaruwa] I am able to approach the Buddhas barefoot and undisturbed, my feet in wet grass, wet sand. Then the silence of the extraordinary faces. The great smiles. Huge and yet subtle. Filled with every possibility, questioning nothing, knowing everything, rejecting nothing, the peace not of emotional resignation but of
sunyata, that has seen through every question without trying to discredit anyone or anything – without refutation – without establishing some argument. For the doctrinaire, the mind that needs well established positions, such peace, such silence, can be frightening.
I was knocked over with a rush of relief and thankfulness at the obvious clarity of the figures, the clarity and fluidity of shape and line, the design of the monumental bodies composed into the rock shape and landscape, figure rock and tree. And the sweep of bare rock slopping away on the other side of the hollow, where you can go back and see different aspects of the figures. Looking at these figures I was suddenly, almost forcibly, jerked clean out of the habitual, half-tied vision of things, and an inner clearness, clarity, as if exploding from the rocks themselves, became evident and obvious. The queer evidence of the reclining figure, the smile, the sad smile of Ananda standing with arms folded (much more “imperative” than Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa because completely simple and straightforward).
The thing about all this is that there is no puzzle, no problem and really no “mystery.” All problems are resolved and everything is clear, simply because what matters is clear. The rock, all matter, all life is charged with
dharmakaya … everything is emptiness and everything is compassion. I don’t know when in my life I have ever had such a sense of beauty and spiritual validity running together in one aesthetic illumination. … I mean, I know and have seen what I was obscurely looking for. I don’t know what else remains, but I have now seen and have pierced through the surface and have got beyond the shadow and the disguise. …
It says everything, it needs nothing. And because it needs nothing it can afford to be silent, unnoticed, undiscovered. It does not need to be discovered. It is we who need to discover it.
From: The Asian Journal of Thomas Merton.
You do not have to be Buddhist to become enlightened.
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