A few years back, a very interesting young Albino man stopped by our community… his body covered in tattooed writings. He explained that he had nearly died, after being hit by a bolt of lightning, and when he came out of his coma, he could speak and write in Sanskrit, the ancient Indic language of India and the Buddha. I didn’t really believe him… but he told his story so convincingly that I decided to hear him out.
He told me that, after having the sayings tattooed on his body, he traveled to India where he requested an audience with the Dalai Lama. He was, of course, denied entrance, until he took off his shirt and showed the guards his tattooed body. When the guards told the Dalia Lama about him, he was invited in for tea so that he could explain the meaning of the writings. The Dalai Lama was supposedly so impressed with him, that he shared one of his greatest concerns, in the hopes that the young man would have some good advice.
By this time, I was quite sure that although the lightening part of the story may have been true, most of the rest of it was likely a result of brain damage from the strike,,, but I allowed him to continue anyway.
He told me that the Dalai Lama was concerned for the many young pre-teen boys who made lifetime commitments to being a Buddhist Monk, but had never really learned anything about real life. Their monastic existence prevented them from having the experiences normal people must go through to gain knowledge and enlightenment… and also prevented the monks from being able to empathize with the laity they served.
In response the young man told the Dalai Lama that he would be willing to do a training session with the Monks once they entered adulthood. He would take them out of the monastery for a period of two months and teach them, through experience, all about sex, drugs, and getting drunk… so that when they returned to the monastery, they would better understand the difficulties, people from their communities, had to deal with everyday.
The Dalai Lama was, he said, very interested in this approach, but told him that he could not fund, or be associated with any program of that nature, because people would not understand. He did however encourage the storyteller to seek funding and start the program, on his own, which was the real reason he had come to see me. I smiled and gave him ten dollars for transportation back to Phnom Penh and the rest for a good meal. I would see him from time to time on other occasion in Phnom Penh… telling the same story to westerners, hoping to get some money for another meal… or perhaps to buy a ticket back to India.
I tell this story for entertainment purposes… but there are also some valuable points in the story for us to consider. In our world today, Congressmen are being forced out of their positions by women, because of an experience they shared in the distant past. Many of the accusations are most likely true, some perhaps are made up, others were consensual experiences when they happened but later determined to be abuse. I do not condone the taking advantage of subordinates by any person in power, especially if the victim is underage… but at the same time wish not to condemn a person for making mistakes in life and learning from them. I would rather have the people, in charge of making our laws, be experienced in failure, heartbreak, and disappointment, before they get to Washington, for only than, IF THEY ARE HONEST AND OPEN ABOUT THEIR PAST, can they have the wisdom needed to be fair and impartial in making up our laws. I am quite certain that there are no perfect lawmakers in our congress today… and that includes the “Me Too” women who shake their self-righteous fist at men. Each of them has their own skeletons hiding in a closet somewhere and it will eventually be found. If we continue on the path we are now on, no one of the congressional representatives will be left standing… and who of us would be found righteous enough to take their place.