Thursday, 17 May 2012
RELIGION AND ALL THAT JAZZ or Stilll I look to find a reason to believe
I am currently a Buddhist (and anarchist) though not sure if that is an oxymoron. I am not entirely sure I count as an anarchist as I have not yet defaced any public monuments nor thrown any bricks through Starbucks windows. The chances now are pretty low to zero, what with my arthritis, though I would love to go to Thetford and write Tom Paine Rocks in bright red ink on his monument. I think he would like that.
I use the word current with regard to Buddhism, as I frequently change. I alternately describe myself as an athiest, an anti-theist, and an agnostic. I lean towards Buddhism just now, because it has a kindness and humanity that other religions lack. I have never heard of a war fought in the name of Budhism.
I once worked in an office where I met a lovely Buddhist lady. I hardly knew her, she worked in accounts, I, in a difference office, but we would bump into one another making coffee.
One day she came into my office and handed me a present wrapped in tissue paper. It was a beautiful butterfly brooch. I was quite taken aback, as you can imagine, and asked why would she give me, a virtual stranger such a lovely gift. She answered that she sensed a sadness in me, and wanted to make me smile.
I chop and change beliefs because I simply do not accept that anything is 'carved in stone' - I am always looking for answers, alternate opinions, different points of view. Education has shown me how little I do in fact know, and I have no problem whatsoever, in admitting when I am wrong. On the contrary, I am usually quite grateful to learn something I did not know. Once the doors to enlightenment are opened, there is no turning back.
I live my life on emperical evidence, that which I have experienced and seen with my own eyes. If I encountered someone who could turn water into sparkling pink wine, I would drop to my knees and chant Hail Marys and 'thanks be to God's, til the cows came home, but I struggle to take the word of unstable single men in purple cassocks. (for reasons that will be clear from my book, lol).
I would never rule out anything - not least the idea of other planets with other life forms. I believe in science, but of course, that too is challenged daily by new ideas.
In some ways, I regret having dabbled in Neitzche (sp), in that I am not sure I like taking responsibility for myself. I no longer have a God (a rock) on which to lay my weary head. At times I thought my heart would truly break (Dunblane) I had the comfort of going into a church and lighting candles, and it felt as though 'God' or something like that, gave me a metaphorical hug and shouldered some of the weight of my grief.
I totally get the reasons why people believe, drugs and alcohol give similar relief at times of stress, and tend to be more fun, but I often wonder if they are fooling themselves or if maybe, they can see something that I can't? There is a fine line between thinking rationally, and joining the loony brigade. I had a friend who found religion and Alcoholics Anonymous, whose personality changed to 'serial killer in the making' who kept adding the word 'yet' to the end of my every sentence. It became very vexing. Had she been alive I would have pointed her out as a possible suspect in the 'old lady who put cat in bin' outrage.
In many ways, religion is probably the road well travelled, it is the easier road. The inate need of humanity to turn over all their troubles to a 'higher power'. An all knowing, all seeing, all forgiving, confessional to an intangible super being, who can bear the weight of their inner turmoil. Its an instant 'there there' pat on the shoulder, the kiss goodnight, the 'love you lots' at the end of a phonecall. By the way, not a good idea to say that to your drugdealer.