Wicked Bizzaro Buddhist Stuff

Kyle, The Reformed Buddhist has a weird video posted about some crazy ritual in Thailand.  I thought I'd play along and raise the stakes.  The really wicked weird stuff starts at the 1:30 mark.

He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy

First off, I wish Blogger would stop messing with the layout, I mean I really liked the Lucinda Grande font and now it's gone. Impermanence, I guess.  Things happen.  Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.  (a pat on the back and a 'Man are you old' if you know what movie I took that line from)  Anyways, on those days when nothing goes right, I think of this.  Feel free to sing along, lyrics are included.







Now, why THAT particular song?  Well, I thought it would be fun to include a song that I think has "zen" influence in its lyrics.  
Life's a piece of shit, 
when you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true
You'll see it's all a show
Keep'em laughing as go
Just remember the last laugh is on you

People Who Hate Jesus - Boodists

Ok, before anyone goes googoogaga, this guy is an ACTOR, there is "NO" Billy Bob Neck, and I don't mean that in the Buddhist sense of no self. It's funny as hell though!

I'm back (but I was never really gone)

Shit. Lots of shit happened. But hey, it's life. See, the last few months have been very hectic, more so than usual. My wife was diagnosed with not one but two types of cancer. She moved with the kids to another city for treatment, and I will join them next month. Now, the weird part is I haven't gotten upset or bitter. Nothing. I just shrugged my shoulders and said "meh. Shit happens. People get cancer every day, so why not us." I dunno why, but that was my reaction. So I wonder about what some people say as a criticism of Zen and Buddhism, that it makes people detached robots. Now I know that is an "extreme", but I can see where it comes from. Of course I am worried, but I am also accepting the facts. Getting all hot and bothered aint gonna cure her, so why go through it. In a podcast I once heard a tale where this woman who lost her son went to the Buddha and asked him to bring back her son to life. Buddha says "OK. I will bring your son back to life if you can bring me some mustard seeds from a household that has never experienced the pain of death." The woman goes out and soon enough finds out that there is no household that has never experienced the pain of death. Now, I could give a shit either way if the story is true, the message is what is important. So, when the inevitable happens, I just need to accept it as a part of life, and try and explain it to the kids as best I can. Thats all I got time for, but I hope to post again soon.