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  • Jundo
    Treeleaf Founder and Priest
    • Apr 2006
    • 40350

    Offering Metta to someone like Stephen Paddock

    Dear All,

    Tomorrow, during our monthly Zazenkai, we will be offering a Metta (Loving Kindness) Recital to loved ones, friends, strangers and all Sentient Beings. In the section of offering Metta to people difficult in our lives or in this world, I will be offering in my heart to "people like Stephen Paddock", the man who killed 58 people, and wounded hundreds more, in Las Vegas this week.

    I feel I need to explain why, and the meaning of this. Someone might misunderstand or be confused. I am sorry that this is a little complicated.

    Our Metta chant states:

    1. May he be free of suffering; may he feel safe and still.

    2. May he be free of enmity; may he be loving, grateful and kind.

    3. May he be healthy and at ease in all his ills.

    4. May he be at peace, embracing all conditions of life


    Someone wrote me today and expressed that they would have great difficulty in offering Metta in this situation, or in explaining to others why we do so for someone who committed an unspeakable act. He asked for my comment, and here is what I wrote:

    First, it is sometimes hard for folks unfamiliar with Buddhist teachings to understand, but we see "excess desire, anger within and divisive thinking (ignorance)" in the human heart and mind as the real culprit in such events, including in the case of Las Vegas. We do not speak of "bad people", only sentient beings who do "bad acts" driven by the poison disease within. And, yes, we see both the violence doer and the recipient of violence, and all of us, as victims of that "greed anger and ignorance." That does not mean that we do not put people in prison, or that the police did not need to use violence to stop this person to protect other lives. Unfortunately, all that is necessary in society. However, we see the real "evil doer" as the sickness in peoples' hearts, not the people themselves.

    That is the first fact to understand about Buddhist teachings on bad acts. But still, why am I wishing someone like that "to be healthy ... to be at peace"?

    The reason is the basic belief that, if someone truly were so, he would not feel the pain and anger inside that would drive someone to do such acts. He would not be a prisoner of that "greed anger and ignorance". If truly healthy in body and mind, if truly knowing peace and non-violence in his heart, he would not act so. If there is any sense in which I would have offered Metta to Mr Paddock if he were still alive and in jail now, after doing this terrible thing, it is only in the wish that (were he still alive in this life) he would never do such a thing again, somehow becoming a better person, who would work to make some amends for even a fraction of what he did. However, if he were alive, I believe he would still need to feel the weight of the Karma too of what he has done, and not escape the weight of what he has done.

    But even so, why chant for someone who is dead, as is Mr. Paddock? It might make sense to chant for peace in the heart of someone alive, and BEFORE they act (so they do not act), but why chant now ... after the horrible act, and for someone who is dead anyway?

    Let me answer putting aside the question of future rebirths, and looking at only this life:

    In such case, I actually do not offer "Metta" for Mr. Paddock, as he is dead and all is moot. However, I am wishing Peace and freedom from suffering into the hearts of all the other "potential future Mr. Paddock's" anywhere in the world, other violent people, who might someday do such a thing. May they be free of suffering so that they never do harm.

    And when I chant, as strange as it sounds, I may be chanting to the "potential" to do harm in my own heart, and in the heart of all sentient beings. By chanting to others, I am also chanting for myself and all of us, that we all be free of greed, anger and violence, and ignorance of every form.

    Now, let me answer in the case that there are future lives after this life:

    If there are future lives, I might offer Metta only in the hope that in future births he become a better person, freer of violence, than in this life. However, even then, it likely that (in traditional Buddhist beliefs) he would still need to feel the weight of the Karma of what he has done, paying that great debt, and not escape the weight of what he has done. I feel that such punishment, and working off what he has done, would be the way for him to pay this debt and free himself for the future ... should it happen as many traditional Buddhist beliefs claim.

    Finally, there is one other Mahayana Buddhist way that one might be offering Metta to Mr. Paddock, and that is through the wish ... however unlikely ... that our Metta could travel back in time to before all this to prevent it before it had happened. This last may seem very impossible, but you still wish it could be so. I am chanting wishing that he had been free of anger before.

    As well, I will also offer Metta for all the people and their families touched by the tragedy of what he has done, including the medical staff and law enforcement who did their jobs and nonetheless carry suffering from this experience. Likewise, for all people left a bit more frightened and shocked by the events this week which they witnessed from afar. I will include all of them too.

    We must somehow not turn away, not forget ... yet see the real culprit as the "greed anger and ignorance" that infects human beings. Perhaps it is too hard to ask people to forgive, but at least, let us strive not to meet anger with further anger of our own. The best response to hate is ... peace.

    Hostilities aren't stilled through hostility, regardless. Hostilities are stilled through non-hostility: this, an unending truth.(Dharmapada 3-5)

    I know it is hard for many right now.

    I hope that explains a bit how one might offer Metta in this situation. It is not overlooking this tragedy, but merely a kind of hope and aspiration that it should never happen again.

    Gassho, J

    SatTodayLAH
    Last edited by Jundo; 10-06-2017, 01:48 PM.
    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE
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    #2
    Thank you Jundo ... this is a very important reminder, that metta (loving kindness) needs to be shared with all - those who face such acts of violence and those who commit such acts of violence.

    Gassho
    Shingen

    Sat/LAH

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    • Rakurei
      Member
      • Jan 2017
      • 145

      #3
      Thank you, Jundo. This reminds me of how Ram Dass would have photos of George W. Bush, Donald Trump, and Osama Bin Laden on his altar. For me, it's a beautiful reminder that this is real, and very often anger can be a way to push something aside and to turn away.

      Gassho,
      Tyler

      Sat/LAH

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      • PClark1
        Member
        • Apr 2017
        • 94

        #4
        Thank you, Jundo.

        While this is a horrible event that I wish never happened. Having happened when it did though, while we're studying the precept of not killing, I feel like it has provided an atmosphere where we're not only looking at the principle, but also seeing the proper response. It has been a stark, yet powerful learning experience.

        Thank you, again.

        Gassho
        Paul

        Sat today LAH

        Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G890A using Tapatalk

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        • Shugen
          Treeleaf Unsui
          • Nov 2007
          • 4535

          #5
          Thank you for the lesson.

          Shugen

          Sattoday/LAH
          Meido Shugen
          明道 修眼

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          • Ishin
            Member
            • Jul 2013
            • 1359

            #6
            Letting go of anger in a perfect world is easy isn't it. If we had no Mr. Paddocks, traffic jams, late bills, disgruntled spouses and lived in a place with absolutely no strife would we truly only THEN be able to live in peace? For me the practice is to find peace even amid the chaos. Also, if we let people like Mr. Paddock instill anger and hatred in us then what do WE then do with that? Maybe Mr Paddock became so overwhelmed with all the Mr Paddocks in his life that it drove him insane enough to commit this horrific act. We can't hide ourselves away in a little shangrila paradise hoping to separate ourselves from the evils of the world pretending that the suffering of others is not us. Someone like Mr Paddock does what he does BECAUSE of great suffering. Condemnation of the person without trying to understand the heavy heart of a person who is driven to such things leaves very little room for the understanding of our own misdeeds.

            Gassho
            Ishin
            Sat Today
            Grateful for your practice

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            • Tenrai
              Member
              • Aug 2017
              • 112

              #7
              Thank you Jundo
              This is the only way of making any kind of sense of acts like this, the only response that does not feed hate is love

              Metta indeed to ll beings

              Gassho
              Richard
              SatToday/LAH

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              • Kyousui
                Member
                • Feb 2017
                • 358

                #8
                Originally posted by Ishin
                Letting go of anger in a perfect world is easy isn't it. If we had no Mr. Paddocks, traffic jams, late bills, disgruntled spouses and lived in a place with absolutely no strife would we truly only THEN be able to live in peace?
                I manage to generate anger without provocation in my own mind over imaginary problems. Sometimes, having an external cause for anger is a comforting change. The monkey mind/ego lives by stress and fear

                Kyousui - strong waters 強 水

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                • Risho
                  Member
                  • May 2010
                  • 3179

                  #9
                  Thank you

                  Gassho,

                  Risho
                  -sattoday/LAH
                  Email: risho.treeleaf@gmail.com

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                  • Jundo
                    Treeleaf Founder and Priest
                    • Apr 2006
                    • 40350

                    #10
                    Originally posted by wtylerallen
                    Thank you, Jundo. This reminds me of how Ram Dass would have photos of George W. Bush, Donald Trump, and Osama Bin Laden on his altar.
                    Where did you get that story? That is what I used to do (I did that after 9-11, but with Buddha replacing Trump!). Did Ram Dass steal my Altar?

                    I was trying to make a related point, of Buddha Nature in all ... although sometimes very hidden by ugly acts.

                    Gassho, J

                    SatTodayLAH
                    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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                    • Byokan
                      Treeleaf Unsui
                      • Apr 2014
                      • 4289

                      #11
                      Thank you Jundo. That is one of the clearest and most beautiful explanations of metta I've ever read.

                      I join you in offering this metta, because I know -- simply, truly, absolutely -- that I am Stephen Paddock, and he is me; there is not an inch separating us. It sounds horrible to say, but my hands were on that gun. And his hands lit the incense for me this morning and joined softly in gassho.

                      I feel anger, I feel outrage, I feel sorrow and grief. And none of that prevents compassion from arising, because compassion is just a reflection of the truth, which is that we are one heart, one body, one mind. Metta for all.

                      Gassho
                      Byōkan
                      sat + lah
                      展道 渺寛 Tendō Byōkan
                      Please take my words with a big grain of salt. I know nothing. Wisdom is only found in our whole-hearted practice together.

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                      • Meitou
                        Member
                        • Feb 2017
                        • 1656

                        #12
                        Beautiful lesson in true compassion, thank you Jundo,
                        Gassho

                        Frankie
                        satwithyoualltoday/lah
                        命 Mei - life
                        島 Tou - island

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                        • Meishin
                          Member
                          • May 2014
                          • 817

                          #13
                          Yes. Thank you, Jundo.


                          "I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
                          my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
                          And I am the arms merchant,
                          selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

                          "I am the twelve-year-old girl,
                          refugee on a small boat,
                          who throws herself into the ocean
                          after being raped by a sea pirate.
                          And I am the pirate,
                          my heart not yet capable
                          of seeing and loving."

                          -- from "Please Call Me by My True Names," by Thich Nhat Hanh

                          Gassho
                          Meishin
                          SatToday/LAH

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                          • Meitou
                            Member
                            • Feb 2017
                            • 1656

                            #14
                            Originally posted by Meishin
                            Yes. Thank you, Jundo.


                            "I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
                            my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
                            And I am the arms merchant,
                            selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

                            "I am the twelve-year-old girl,
                            refugee on a small boat,
                            who throws herself into the ocean
                            after being raped by a sea pirate.
                            And I am the pirate,
                            my heart not yet capable
                            of seeing and loving."

                            -- from "Please Call Me by My True Names," by Thich Nhat Hanh

                            Gassho
                            Meishin
                            SatToday/LAH
                            Deep, deep bow.


                            Frankie
                            satwithyoualltoday
                            命 Mei - life
                            島 Tou - island

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                            • Jundo
                              Treeleaf Founder and Priest
                              • Apr 2006
                              • 40350

                              #15
                              Thank you, Meishin, let me put the whole poem ...


                              Please Call Me by My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh


                              Don't say that I will depart tomorrow—
                              even today I am still arriving.
                              Look deeply: every second I am arriving
                              to be a bud on a Spring branch,
                              to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
                              learning to sing in my new nest,
                              to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
                              to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
                              Thich Nhat Hanh
                              Thich Nhat Hanh
                              I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
                              to fear and to hope.
                              The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
                              of all that is alive.
                              I am a mayfly metamorphosing
                              on the surface of the river.
                              And I am the bird
                              that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
                              I am a frog swimming happily
                              in the clear water of a pond.
                              And I am the grass-snake
                              that silently feeds itself on the frog.
                              I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
                              my legs as thin a bamboo sticks.
                              And I am the arms merchant,
                              selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
                              I am the twelve-year-old girl,
                              refugee on a small boat,
                              who throws herself into the ocean
                              after being raped by a sea pirate.
                              And I am the pirate,
                              my heart not yet capable
                              of seeing and loving.
                              I am a member of the politburo,
                              with plenty of power in my hands.
                              And I am the man who has to pay
                              his "debt of blood" to, my people,
                              dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
                              My joy is like Spring, so warm
                              it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
                              My pain is like a river of tears,
                              so vast it fills the four oceans.
                              Please call me by my true names,
                              so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
                              so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
                              Please call me by my true names,
                              so I can wake up
                              and the door of my heart
                              could be left open,
                              the door of compassion.
                              ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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