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Rude Awakenings - Forest Sangha Publications

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^0 S E C O N D M O O N 06Not what the Buddha taught, people say. But the drum and the mantraoverride that. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP WHUMP!WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! “NAM MYO HO RENGE KYO! NAMMYO HO RENGE KYO!” WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!And when your head is a few feet away from it, there’s not a lot ofroom for thought. The skin vibrates with the rhythm, whether thethinking joins in or not. According to Nichiren, the monk-teacher whoestablished this mantra practise in thirteenth-century Japan, Nam MyoHo Renge Kyo (Homage to the White Lotus of the Good Law) is the heartof the Buddha’s teaching, you can forget the rest. Drumming certainlymakes forgetting very easy. During our stay in Vaishali, Buddhist activitycould be summed up as the dawn breaking with the mantra and thesun setting to the pounding of the drum.For the first day, activity of any kind was minimal. We lay there beingpounded for a few hours until Nick dredged up the motivation to go andsearch for food. He returned some hours later, having had to sit downand rest every hundred yards or so, with snacks that he had bought inthe nearby market. I don’t remember the rest of the day, except that, asa gesture of harmony, we decided to join in the mantra sessions for thehour before dawn and the hour after sunset every day. It helped us maintaina fitting forgetfulness.The drummers were still going strong into their second day as wemade it out of the temple to a chai shop down on the main road. Thedrumming, although resounding over the entire area, was less dominantthere, and Indian life was meandering along oblivious to the spiritualenergy that was relentlessly resounding. There was a touristinformation office with old posters on the wall and a few brochuresabout Varanasi and Uttar Pradesh. We had seen that there was amuseum on the other side of the tank, and we already had a map showingthe site of an ancient stupa. The museum was closed, and we didn’thave the energy to get out to the stupa. Nick ambled off to survey amound; I slowly made it back to the temple to write a letter to the1 5 4

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