Picture of Tibetans doing prostrations in the mud that the old man instagramed to illustrate how different we are from Tibetans of the past in how we practice the dharma, but Allen has a theory about that, which we get into after discussing the old man’s trip to New Orleans, the history of Racism in the Deep South, we being the Naropa Prairie Dog Players and this is Pulp Buddhism, we appear, yet don’t exist other than in your imagination, a fiction based on a fiction, for your entertainment pleasure, or not
The old man has been, I don’t know, much older it seems than when he began online with his message board on MySpace in 2006.
“He and Babs had a good time in New Orleans.”
“They loved it down there, despite their awkwardness with the whole Confederate statues thing, the issue of the day there, and those armed robberies of some trendy restaurants in areas thought of as being gentrified enough to be safe to visit.”
New Orleans does have it’s issues, which I can see interesting him.
“He read a story in his New Orleans list on Twitter while down there that blew his mind.”
“The majority of the local African American population in Louisiana surveyed, according to this article, had no issue with these monuments to the Confederacy put up throughout the South in response to the Civil Rights movement.”
As the old man likes to say the true nature of the mind is empty, luminous, and capable of anything.
Where were we?
“We were discussing the root guru and Vajra masters, something occurred to him while doing ngondro this morning.
“It’s those exercise endorphins.
“Tibetans knew what they were doing when they made doing prostrations part of ngöndro, they were getting high on the exertion.”
Don’t go their with the old man though, ngondro isn’t exercise as far as he is concerned.
“I’ve seen the old man peddling away on his stationary bicycle.”
“He’s doing ngöndro, he may not be throwing himself down on the floor like he did before the heart attack, but he is in that same place in his head.”
The old man has a picture of the Karma Kagyu refuge tree tacked up on the wall in front of his stationary bicycle.
Truth be told though he’s never not doing ngöndro at this point in his life.
“His prostrating days behind him he still needs those exercise endorphins.”
“Both the old man and the Tibetan of old are both harnessing the same physiological response to physical exertion.”
“The moment you mention exercise the old man will just tune you out.”
Perhaps, or perhaps not, there is no telling with the old man.
End scene. Fini.
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