Vajrayana Buddhism meets Western culture
After reading my biography on this site a friend wrote asking me to tell them about my revelatory no-God experience following a car accident.
I replied and in doing so realized that I’d never told the full story in depth before. As it involves mysticism, expansion of consciousness and a delinquent nonbinary eight-year-old, I thought it might appeal to my readers. So here it is, as a narrative constructed more than thirty years after the event.
In my post Diclofenac warning for tantrikas I wrote:
Vultures are not afraid of death. They thrive on it. But they are in serious danger of extinction.
Sometimes I wonder if that is also true of tantrikas.
I love birds. In particular, I love vultures. Vultures are obnoxious, messy, noisy and greedy. Just like tantrikas.
They are also cautious, careful, alert, and unafraid to stick their heads into a jugular. Some tantrikas possess these qualities too.
Vultures dive into the remains of life, the mess and the discards, and clear it up. Once they’ve got an eating project in mind, they’re cooperative and focused.
