Showing posts with label Western Buddhism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Western Buddhism. Show all posts

Saturday, 24 February 2018

When God Dies . . .

Integration Into the Void

One of the heralding cries of our age is, "Go East, young man."  There is a sub-set of Western culture which, either consciously or unconsciously moves towards Eastern mysticism.  The theme has been running for several decades now.  

What is the appeal?

In 1919, W. B. Yeats wrote The Second Coming as a reflection upon the meaningless devastation of World War I.  What would flow from it?  How would Western civilization dance now, and to what tune?

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

Yeats had no hope--and for good reason.  When the falcon can no longer hear the falconer, things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.  Why was (and is) the West falling apart?  This is not a hard question.  It's blindingly obvious.

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Happy Clappy Occidental Buddhism

The Dark Side Of Tibetan Buddhism

Rod Dreher
The American Conservative

The Dalai Lama (Darko Sikhman/Shutterstock)


Over the weekend, I ran across this 2010 essay in Reason by Brendan O’Neill, who wrote about his frustration with the way Tibetan Buddhism is whitewashed in Western culture. O’Neill, by the way, is an atheist and a libertarian. Excerpts:

Many Westerners before me have visited Tibet, popped into some monastery on a mountainside, and decided to stay there forever, won over by the brutally frugal existence eked out by Tibetan Buddhists.

I have exactly the opposite reaction. I couldn’t wait to leave the temples and monasteries I visited during my recent sojourn to Shangri-La, with their garish statues of dancing demons, fat golden Buddhas surrounded by wads of cash, walls and ceilings painted in super-lavish colours, and such a stench of incense that it’s like being in a hippy student’s dorm room.

I know I’m not supposed to say this, but Tibetan Buddhism really freaked me out.