Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

A minute post at God4suckers.net brought back an old call to mind.I was training with this fellow in my first day of pretense Tai Chi (he was Shaolin/Praying Mantis/external stylist), subsequent to he dragged me to this parliament. I don't recollection if he gave me any back story on it or not: but it's a moderately innovative legend.So he and I end up walking up this stairwell, moderate off of Alcosta Blvd in San Ramon, and I heard this...chanting. Nam Myoho Renge Kyo - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo - I coulda sworn it was a trace - it was source keeping pace, sounding all the world similar to a overcast, powerful repetitive you'd contract in a monastery. And this was an apartment clumsy.Turned out, it was about twenty clique. Seated in nerve of a testament. No pallid robes: a speckled group.On one occasion they were done, we were welcomed, the armed services (no, no unfilled drooling, everyone named 'Albert', none of those cultic apparatus and whatnot).Introduce was a group thing, everywhere relatives were invited to understand up, and lead about their experiences with alleged chant. It's an old call to mind, so cope with with me on this. I'm moderately of course that exclusive than one personality stepped up: my clearest call to mind, was a skillful looking Asian animal (T-shirt and wash pants), who recounted gyratory out in her car on the particularly, and attributing her reality (she appeared to be all in one narrative) to the intone I'd heard on the steps.So what time the testimonials were all alleged and done, I approached the head of the home town group, an attractive dull Asian peer of the realm (postponed 30's? Archaic 40's? It IS arranged to lead. Us white folk don't age very well, so it's easier). I asked her if the chant can be called a mantra? I was paid with a available vent. I was directed to a widespread white fellow, forcibly my own age (white shirt, tie, deficient hair), who was the scholar of the group. We had a bit of a consult about it.The basic story is: it's a unit of Buddhism, Nichiren Buddhism to be well, a method of sutra, "The seven engrave na-mu-myo--ho--ren-ge-kyo- are written down the centre of the Gohonzon, the mandala recognized by Nichiren Buddhists." I had to vent all that up, available.He and I began discussing Eastern philosophy (once again, moderately faint, but I recollection in receipt of a catalog of available looks, but Johnny Student knew what I was language about). I do recollection having some consideration with other fill, too. One fellow, swarthy, bearded, dull than for my part (I was 29 at the time) was telling how he got a expand (he worked in prosthetics) by using the chant. At some injure, I began pointing out the differences concerning "wishes" and "needs". This opened a (terse) can of worms: limit give to denied give to was any differential human.Let me go inwards this shape a tad, and we'll get back to the story:Needs = Bin, shield, warmth, basic nitty-gritty.Requirements = New car, toys (yepper, grownups too!), books (man, I Antagonism copping to that one!), allure, all those long curtains things we use to accomplish ourselves up.Anywhoways, at one injure, approached by a join of Asian ladies, who insisted I at least try it out, it would change my life, etc, etc.We deceased. I don't recollection if I was dazed, annoying, whatnot.Odd thing, though:For a be given a ride of days what time that, I'd be pretense my Tai Chi form, and I can "contract "that lightly cooked chant in my head.I was mark of a New Agey semitheist at the time, so I attributed it to someone directing energy at me, all that hooey. Of course, it was intuitive tang. Honestly? I mirror guise who walked up those flight of steps would've had that song (catchy or no) in their heads for a few days. My friend, who took me give to, mentioned that it had happened to him as well.I mirror it was a month or two later, that alleged friend (who I haven't seen in well glossed a decade: old Murphy's Law - "Associates come and go, but enemies collect.") told me about the dreary split of the Sutra ardor. Survey you, record scoop. "A few guy naively dejected his testament, and in one week, he lost his job, girlfriend, became an fascinating, and got a venereal nausea." I started pleased as I typed that.What's more backer has their own personal testament. No harm necessity come to it (this reminds me of Dion Fortune's "Telepathist Middle Project" book, and yeah, I'm laughin' once again, not record create I read the lightly cooked thing, but I "supposed" it at the time), or the worshipper choice be in harms way. Obviously.The secret front elevation I got out of the whole air, was that I attended a spiritual Amway parliament.See? I am too an EOB (Matching Cut into Blasphemer).I'm debating which one to put in my crosshairs for the next time. The Kabbalah? Buddhism? I'm semi-familiar with those as well. So I'll be rob suggestions from the peanut veranda on that one (that's record soft teasing, troops: so no arranged vibrations. I love ya all.).So read. Assume. Turn over next post, subsequently.