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    The Green Lama Paid Member

    "I think I'll go home and meditate...on murder!" —The Green Lama in "The Man Who Never Existed" (radio show) The Green Lama, a superhero invented by writer Kendell Foster Crossen, appeared in comic books and pulp magazines and on radio shows during the 1940s. This offbeat character, first created to compete in the pulp market with “The Shadow” (a highly popular pulp and radio character of the 1930s), is a wealthy Harvard graduate named Jethro Dumont who has become a lama after ten years’ study in Tibet. Returning to the West to spread the dharma, he instead decides to bring enlightenment to the wicked world by fighting crime. To this end he deploys mystic powers such as invulnerability, flight, mesmeric skills, and delivering shocks to vital pressure points. More »
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    The Way Paid Member

    Happiness cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be forced out of it, but it can be held in abeyance. This is what we do when we hang on to things and people and ideas in our minds and refuse to let them go. The mind becomes blocked and the way is dammed up. Being alert, observing the movements of the mind and body in daily life, noticing what is taking place—as opposed to what one wishes would take place, or what one fears might take place, or what one grieves over as having already taken place—is a way of life that is completely free of all self-imposed restrictions and conflicting states of mind. Wisdom and compassion will be allowed to function freely under these circumstances. Views, speech, ways of living, mindfulness, and concentration are unhindered by greed, guilt, hatred, carelessness, complacency, and fear when divisions are seen to be arbitrary and there is no sense of “This is me”; “That is you.” More »
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    The Bodhisattvas Play Ball Paid Member

    You can’t get them to chase a Texas Leaguer,a cheap flare that drops like a duckon to the lip of green outfield,yet they are compelled by The Diamond.The walls, like our lives, are irregular,yet in form, how perfect. There is no scoreboard. They oil their gloves all winter.Each spring they cover the hole,gracefully turn the double play,above the sliding runner,plant and throw, mid-air.   They embrace the pick-off,the ball released to an empty bag.They have answered the knuckleball’s koan.   No one can play the squeeze like them.Grace under pressure,they come flappingdown the third base line,laughing wildly,spikes high.   More »
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    The Spell-Check Sutra Paid Member

    When “Trungpa” comes up “turnip,” and your “sangha” becomes “sangria,” you know you’re in cyberspace. A secular computer spell-check program, when fed Buddhist words, suggested some English alternatives, offered here with dharma definitions of their own. Arhat: Skt., lit. “worthy one”; one in whom all defilements and passions have been extinguished� More »
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    Absolute Relativity Paid Member

    Time and again the passion for understanding has led to the illusion that man is able to comprehend the objective world rationally by pure thought without any empirical foundations—in short, by metaphysics. —Albert Einstein By becoming attached to names and forms, not realizing that they have no more basis than the activities of the mind itself, error arises and the way to emancipation is blocked. —Buddha The external world of physics has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions. —Sir Arthur Eddington More »
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    The Koans of Yogi Berra Paid Member

    Compiled with commentary by Brad StroupDiscovered inside a catcher’s mitt in the year 2087 by archaeologists while excavating rubble in the abandoned Yankee Stadium in the Bronx:   KOAN 1: “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”   Commentary: Yogi gave this mystifying advice to a young second baseman being sent down to the minors after popping out too many times with the Yankees. It caused the young man to stop in his tracks, freeze, and study the wall of the Yankee dugout for over an hour. He was last seen in Troy, New York, playing for the Mohawks, still carrying a frown on his face. Hundreds of players have studied this koan as they have gone down to the minors. It sits like a boil on the forearm of pitchers - feverish, festering, a red circle surrounding a yellow mound. Once considered without spit or curves, the mind cannot escape the fork. The dust clears in the outfield. More »