Enjoying the buddhaverse

Envisioning the world's perfection to overcome its imperfections

To follow upon my post concerning our ultimate context of life within the inconceivable infinite clearlight transparent mass and energy life force—The Force—as described to us not only by George and Obewan, but by Shakyamuni Buddha Master Scientist here just thus! This next post concerns what is demonstrated allusively yet forcefully in the Mahayana Sutra called the Noble Teaching of Vimalakīrti—namely, that this planetary environment, wherein we live at the breast of our Mother Earth, even the galaxy and universe as we experience it from here, is actually, in spite of appearances, a “buddhaverse,” buddha-land, or buddha-field, however we translate the Sanskrit buddhakṣhetra. Although this leads us to a place similar to that depicted in the monotheists’ theory called “creationism,” it is not the same, since buddhas are not considered creator gods, who are supposed to be omnipotent and to create everything existent out of nothing. However, it is similar in that buddhas are beings who have beginninglessly existed, as have we all, and who have become virtually omniscient during that immeasurably long time of learning and investigating in different life forms or embodiments, and are extremely powerful as artists of whole realms, designers of worlds within the beginningless infinite fields of matter and energy.

They have skillfully shaped specially blessed environments that are ideally designed as evolutionary learning environments for living beings like our human selves. In such environments, we have optimal opportunities to learn how to become buddhas ourselves, perfectly wise and capable of scientifically discovering the nature of the reality that includes ourselves and our environments, and therefore perfectly loving and good to us and all others of all kinds, undertaking our own buddhaverse-building for beings for whom we take responsibility.

You might think the ideal environment would be a permanent meditation center, instead of this apparently messy planet. The Vimalakīrti does address that issue, when he chats with some alien humanoid visitors from an incense buddhaverse, wherein everything is made of perfume—land, bodies, plants, and rocks. He sends out to that perfume planet for take-out from the dish of the buddha of that world, and the meditating bodhisattvas there are curious about his world, from which he sent out an emanated go-for for take-out brunch! Since those perfume bodhisattvas have supernormal subtle-energy-body travel power, they come to his house in the Indian city of Vaishali with the speed of thought, but when they get there, they are horrified by the seemingly messy infrastructure of Shakyamuni’s buddhaverse, our planet’s India of 2500 years ago. When they complain about it to Viimalakīrti, he explains to them that buddhahood is as much or even more born of compassion development as of wisdom cultivation and meditative prowess. Shakyamuni’s land accommodates many lower animals as well as many different type of humans still at a low level of education hence still strongly suffering, so the bodhisattvas in Shakyamuni’s world have an optimal spacetime field in which to develop their compassion by exercising their compassionate skills to help these other types, whereas the celestial buddhaverse inhabitants, sort of like gods and angels, get isolated and complacent in their heavenly zones and only very slowly develop the full buddhahood of infinite universal compassion to embody their meditative prowess and intuitive wisdom.

After imagining with you, dear reader, there’s absolutely no fault with our environment, which is better than heavenly when we understand it accurately, that is, scientifically, we then must turn to imagine what it would be like to trust that excellence of reality itself, within not only the largest clearlight transparency mass and transparency infinite energy benevolent quiescent field of bliss, but also the detailed relative configurations that that transparent energy lets itself be inexhaustibly shaped by super-intelligent loving beings to help us optimize our evolutionary fruition into perfectly wise and loving blissful buddha beings ourselves. If we just get a flash of such an imagination, then we have no excuse but to turn inward and marshall the heart resources to live up to that standard to the best degree we can imagine and feel.

e. Then in that case, even our irritants and enemies demand being perceived as teachers, as stimulants of our blissful and efficacious interventions, when we empathically can feel even a slight confusion with them that makes them unhappy and even harmful to us or others. Sometimes, of course, our helping them involves opposing their harmful thoughts and behaviors, which arise from their failure to realize that they are only hurting themselves by hurting others. We can also always expect them to reform and transform themselves out of their self-defeating ways. We can love them and imagine that somewhere beneath whatever hideous exterior and behavior they hold within themselves a loving heart and inexhaustible life force at least eventually to save themselves from whatever hell they have created.

Not to go on too long in this imagining, I am posting this from far south of Washington D.C. on the eve of the inauguration as president of possibly the most deranged and intending-to-be-destructive leader of our imperfect country that nevertheless strives in all-too-tiny increments to uphold life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We must look more deeply to find his innermost beauty, hidden even to himself, and to congratulate him on being happy and relieved to think of the world as having bestowed upon him the love that his poor, nervous-breakdown-ridden mother was agonized in not being able to provide him as a tiny infant. Could he turn on a dime away from all the greedy and vengeful things he has been vowing to accomplish and decide to send the Scrooge-like “tax-cut Santa Claus” on a transformative vacation on one of the mega yachts and instead decide to revive Eleanor’s and Franklin’s generous “social-system Santa Claus?” We must not ever doggedly think that “It’ll never happen!” mantra that darkens our days and holds our hearts open anyway. Then, if the worst does happen, we can remain joyfully forceful in tireless, fierce resistance that will leave no stone unturned and will outsmart the blue meanies. We must be of good cheer, never give in to fear or bitter depression, and remember that, as my mother Betsy used to say, “All’s well that ends well!” I’m not sure that she meant what I would say nowadays, that it even applies to death too, since even if we die, which we all have done countless times in the past, if we die well, we’ll be reborn even better!

Thank you for reading, gentle reader! Next post I will begin to share parts of my latest book, which I will need to remind myself of as the year proceeds: Wisdom Is Bliss: Four Friendly Fun Facts that Can Change Your Life!

Since I have heard from various channelers of beings wiser than I that the coming years will be a kind of wild roller-coaster ride, I will comment on the book in the context of applying what it says about keeping the faith and holding on to the bliss during the thunder and the lightning of the days to come!

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