Fascinating and Funny – the education of a some-times idiot
Hand’s down the most entertaining spiritual memoir I’ve ever read – like a bigger and better version of Carlos’s meetings with don Juan (and don Genaro)– fast paced and lively, insightful and profound, and best of all, often hilarious, and always genuine.
Ngakpa Chogyam has a gift for bringing just the right touch to his tale of a nascent yogi’s journey and the wrathful lamas-in-exile who guided him – via the telling of their own open-ended tales, esp. of Paltrul Rinpoche and Drukpa Kunlegs’ unconventional antics. It certainly captures a moment in time (an innocence in/of Asia that no longer exists), but even more so, a glimpse of the timeless.
“I feel that it is possible to enter the world of Vajrayana – whilst remaining English or whatever nationality you happen to be. I believe that you can cross boundaries and live in the tidal margins between cultures.. You can be a gay rodeo rider; a vegetarian firearms enthusiast; a priest who enjoys the sport of pugilism; a pacifist who enjoys war novels, or, a heavy metal guitarist who loves Baroque chamber music. You can even be a a hippie who speaks the Queen’s English, enjoys Shakespeare plays, and reads Jane Austen novels… Oh, that’s me by the way – welcome to my book. “ (p. 23)
“Kyabje Kunzang Dorje Rinpoche said “The world is full of idiots. There are many kinds of idiots: foolish harmless idiots; shy emotionally vulnerable idiots; oversensitive idiots; ridiculous pious idiots; comfort-seeking idiots; mundane conformist idiots; tight-minded conservative idiots; unconventional exhibitionist idiots; puritanical idiots; pompous spiritual idiots; self-righteous hypocritical idiots; self-satisfied sanctimonious idiots; academic scholarly idiots; tedious self-centered idiots; clever scheming idiots; power-seeking idiots; arrogant bigoted idiots; cruel avaricious idiots; and, dangerous vicious idiots. I have no time for idiots.” (p. 81)
“…Marvelous to chant sadhanas of the awareness-beings and protectors – but with a bigoted mind,
You may as well recite the telephone directory – forwards or backwards – it makes no difference,
Even if you occasionally call someone up – no one’s going to want to converse with you anyway
Because you’re just another sales-call from samsara – better to give voice to awareness and kindness
Singing Blues – or simply listening to the glorious music of life as if it were for the first time…” (stanza of a poem by author, p. 475)