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Subj: Coming in the clouds Date: 97-08-17 03:44:49 EDT From: Emmasirani 'So, how do we get out of this?' asked Ananda. 'The answer', said the Speaker, 'is coming in the clouds.' Ananda looked up, and saw a silver flying saucer floating silently a few hundred yards above them 'Convenient,' replied Ananda. 'We had hoped you would be safe here, but as you can see, we underestimated the opposition. This time you will be taken to a truly safe place, just for long enough to get these folks off your trail. Meanwhile, Ananda, enjoy yourself. Think of this journey as an interesting vacation. When you return to your Master, you will have many fascinating stories to tell. And remember -- everything that you see, hear and feel -- it is all your imagination.' 'May I ask you one thing, sir?' 'Yes, Ananda.' 'Why is this world so different from the one I have come from?' 'Because you have come to the future. Thousands of years have passed since your time.' 'Thousands of years! Is such a thing possible?' 'You think about it, and let me know,' said the speaker, smiling. Keight and the miraculous bunny were playing in another room, a sort of library. Keight was on all fours, and the bunny would charge her, then run away. When both had gotten tired, Keight walked around and looked at the many framed pictures on the walls. 'God, what is this?' she asked. The bunny came over. She picked him up so he could see better. It was a painting, in the style of Persian miniatures, of a man with long beard and long dark hair, surrounded by many men and women, who looked toward him with great respect and reverence. In the man's hand was a small grey rabbit. In the background was a forest, and in the distance, great mountains. The sky was overcast, as if a storm was moving in. 'Who is that, do you know?' 'Zarathustra,' said the bunny. 'Zara who?' asked Keight. 'Zarathustra. He was the Buddha of his time.' 'I thought there was only one Buddha,' said Keight. 'No,' replied the rabbit, 'there have been Buddhas without number. As long as there has been a creation, there have been enlightened beings, Buddhas, who come again and again in human form to uplift all creatures.' 'Oh,' said Keight. 'How long ago was this Zaratoostra?' 'About six thousand years.' 'Wow. And he was a Buddha. Are those his followers?' 'Yes.' 'Where did they live?' 'In what is now Iran,' said the bunny. 'It was formely called Persia. See this rug?' The bunny nodded at the floor. 'This rug is from Persia.' 'Did you notice what the Zaratoostra is holding?' asked Keight with a smile. 'What?' asked the bunny. 'A rabbit -- just like you!' said Keight, laughing and tickling the bunny. She looked at the picture more carefully. 'You know, the rabbit looks a LOT like you.' The bunny jumped out of her hands and ran out of the room. Keight looked again at the picture and then went after him. Subj: Spiritual History Date: 97-08-17 03:52:08 EDT From: Emmasirani Shur and Suzi were stretched out on a big couch talking with Werner Luft-hansa. Werner wiped his glasses on a huge white handkerchief. 'What was it like?' asked Shur. 'It vas terribul,' said Werner Luft-Hansa. 'Bombs dropping here, there, terribul noise, buildinks falling down, people screaming. It vas uffal.' 'What did you do?' asked Suzi. 'Where did you go?' 'Fee hid in the basements. Fee ate stale old bread, if fee could get it. Fen it vas all ofer, ve came out into the streets and there vuss wreckage efferyvair. And then came the Americans, thank the God, and fed us.' 'Were you a Nazi?' asked Suzi. 'I am shamed to say, yes.' 'How could you?' 'Fee did not know better. Fee vass stoopit then, stoopit people. Fee thought that power vass goot, that only strength matters, that fee vood rule the vorld. I vass young and stoopit. Now I am old and still stoopit -- maybe now a little less stoopit.' 'What did you do after the war?' asked Shur. 'I haf spent the fifty years trying to undo the bad I haf done. It is not enough, but I still try. Vat else can I do?' The rabbit came running and jumped into Suzi's lap. Keight was not far behind. 'Come see this picture,' she told them. 'It's a Buddha from 6000 years ago.' 'Oh, vat is this, yes,' said Werner Luft-Hansa. 'That is Prophet Zoroaster Spitama. Great Master of Persia. Look! He had a rabbit!' Keight and Suzi wandered around the library, looking at the other pictures and ancient books. Shur sat down at an antique harpsichord and tried to play. Werner Luft-Hansa took a handful of books from a shelf and sat on an old wooden chair. The bunny went off looking for Lobhsang Sopa. Werner Luft-Hansa found the book he was looking for. It was a very large, heavy book, covered in dark blue cloth. On the cover, in tiny gold letters, was written, The Spiritual History of the World Volume II The Teachings of the Buddhas of all the Ages Werner opened the book, and took off his rimless glasses to polish them once again. Lobhsang Sopa and Ananda joined him, pulling up chairs. 'What are you reading?' asked Lobhsang. Werner looked up. 'I haf been waiting to see this book since I vass un kinder.' 'That must've been quite awhile,' said Lobhsang. 'What is it about?' asked Ananda. 'It's about the Buddhas,' said Lobhsang, reading the cover. 'What is a Buddha?' asked Ananda. Subj: Rifemeigret of Zoop Date: 97-08-17 04:00:35 EDT From: Emmasirani Stace, the speaker's secretary, hurried into the library. 'Everyone,' she called out. 'We have to leave. Quickly. Please follow me.' They got up and followed her through a big arched door. At the far end of the room, double glass doors were flung open, and through them they saw a flying saucer. 'Please go into the celestial car,' said Stace. 'There isn't much time. Do we have everyone?' The speaker came to see them off. 'I'm sorry I can't join you,' he told them. 'If you need anything, tell Stace. I will see you all in a few days -- if we live.' 'Sir, I haf a great favor to ask of you. Can I this book borrow?' asked Werner Luft-Hansa. 'You may keep it, with my blessing,' said the speaker. And he stood waving to them as the ship ascended slowly into the sky. 'Ah, Paris in the Spring,' said Mulder. He took a small sip of red tea. 'It's August, Mulder,' said Scully. 'Everyone's gone to the country. The only people in Paris are tourists.' Through their window Mulder and Scully could see most of Paris. The Cathedral of Notre Dame was a mile or so beneath them, and spread out around it on either bank of the Seine was the second most romantic city in the world. 'Waiter, sir,' called Mulder. The bunnyman waiter came to their booth. 'What can I get you?' 'I was hoping,' began Mulder, 'that you could answer a question or two for me.' 'Certainly,' said the bunnyman. 'Would you join us?' asked Mulder. The bunnyman crouched down next to Agent Scully. He was about four feet taller than Mulder, and five feet taller than Scully. 'Ask,' he said, in a deep, rich voice. 'What planet do you come from?' 'The planet Rifemeigret in the star system Zoop.' 'How far away is that?' asked Mulder. 'About five thousand feet,' said the bunnyman. 'Five thousand feet,' repeated Mulder. 'How large is a foot?' The bunnyman lifted a hairy leg. He pointed to his foot, which was perhaps eighteen inches in length. His shoe was of seven colors, made of soft cloth, and came to a point in front, where it curled up over itself. 'I don't understand,' said Mulder. This planet beneath us is Rifemeigret, in the star system Zoop.' 'You're from Earth!' cried Mulder. 'Yes,' said the bunnyman. 'We live at the heart of Rifemeigret -- we live within the Earth.' 'But these spaceships, these saucers,' said Mulder. 'Where did you get them?' 'We grow them from seeds,' said the bunnyman. Mulder looked at Scully uncertainly. Scully rolled her eyes. 'Did you get this technology from the aliens?' 'The aliens?' asked the bunnyman. 'The beings from outer space. Little skinny grey men with big eyes.' 'Oh, the Naroopa,' said the bunnyman. 'They are from outer space? No -- we gave them the seeds to grow their celestial cars.' A wall opened to their left, and in walked Ananda, Shur, Suzi, Keight, Werner Lufthansa, Stace, and Lobhsang Sopa. On Lobhsang Sopa's fire helmet, on top of his head, sat the miraculous rabbit. (from 'The Bunnysattva Sutra') Subj: Executive Offices Date: 97-08-19 01:34:11 EDT From: Emmasirani Behind an impressive mahogany desk in the executive offices of Hell, Beelzebub Satan sipped at a light capuccino and contemplated the truth of the Dharma. The door opened, and Satan's secretary Laeticia entered with a tray of avocado sandwiches and potato chips. She put the tray on the edge of the desk and, adjusting her miniskirt, addressed her lord and master: 'Satan, sir. How are you this morning?' 'Oh, fine, fine, Letty. And how are you, dear? 'Well, I'm feeling a little better now that my cold is better.' 'Yes, yes,' said Satan. 'Colds are a terrible thing. Have you tried powdered vitamin C?' 'Of course, sir. And I've been sleeping a little later in the morning, and going easy on the alcohol.' 'Good, good. Drinking is bad for the system. It also takes your mind off God. And increases lust.' 'I'll be careful, sir.' 'Letty, I've been thinking. I'd like to have the statue of Padmasambhava cleaned. Do you know someone reliable? It's a very valuable statue, and very beautiful.' 'I'll look into it, sir. Your appointments...' She handed him a carefully typed page. 'Yes... yes... Ah, Crombie. Excellent. I've been wanting to talk to him. About chess openings. Yes. Put him first, if you can.' I'll go and check,' said Laeticia. She went out to her office, and returned in a moment. 'That's fine, he'll be right in.' 'Oh, and Letty, see if we can acquire Barnes and Noble.' ''We got it just last week, sir.' 'Oh, good. In that case, replace all those fluorescent lights with full-spectrum incandescents. And see what you can do about the food in those cafes - it's terrible. Oh, and give all the employees a two dollar an hour raise; and make sure the part-time workers get health insurance.' 'Walter Crombie is here, sir.' 'Fine. I'll see him now.' The smoking man entered the office a bit sheepishly. 'Put out that cigarette, please, Walter,' said Satan. 'How did it go?' 'We lost him.' The smoking man looked beaten, defeated. 'You know how much I want that rabbit,' said Satan. 'Can't you get her for me?' 'We had the building surrounded. We had men on the roof. They must have had some secret exit. We never found anything.' 'They're always a step ahead of us, aren't they, Walter,' said Satan. 'Well, find out where they took her and bring her to me. And remember, no bloodshed!' 'Yes, sir.' The smoking man stood up to leave. 'And Walter.' Satan Beelzebub rose up and accompanied him to the door, a horned hand resting lightly on his shoulder. 'Do try to give them up. They're not good for you.' (from 'The Bunnysattva Sutra') Subj: Ananda's Journal Date: 97-08-20 17:26:26 EDT From: Emmasirani Ananda's Journal This afternoon we were put on another of these flying carriages, and are right now hovering over the city of Pa-Reeh. It seems a lovely city, though, sadly, they have not left enough forest, and there is far too much congestion. The people are sweet and friendly, though some are a bit snobbish, especially if you don't speak their language, which is called Frawn-Seigh. I am writing this journal at the suggestion of Werner Luft-Hansa, who has, so to speak, taken me 'under his wing.' This is an expression meaning that he is like an older bird and I am like a fledgling. I feel like a fledgling. So much of this culture is alien to me. Or rather, I am alien to them. Werner says that he had a similar experience after the great European war. He came to America and couldn't speak the language, and in fact was treated as a defeated enemy. He had been a student of a great spiritual teacher in Italy, and his name then was Victor Stomps. He had to change his name because of some problem with the Nastis, who then ruled Europe. I may have to change my name too, as the Americans insist on callling me An-Deeh. Most fortunately, I have not had to learn a new language on top of everything else. The language of these people, English, has come to me spontaneously and naturally, I suppose as part of the magic or witchcraft that brought me here into the far future. I am, however, rather stiff as a speaker of the language. Suzi told me yesterday that I remind her of Data, a sort of mechanical man who cannot speak easily the ordinary colloquial English, but who is much loved nevertheless. Along with speaking ability, I have found I am able to read and write in their language, though again with certain limitations. I thank the gods, Lord Vishnu, Lord Brahma and Lord Maheshvara, for protecting me in this new land, and for seeing to my every need here. And I am sure that the Wisdom-eye of my Master, Siddhartha Gautama, is upon me, protecting me from spiritual harm. Since I saw the Master while I was meditating in the cleaning closet, my mind has not been quite the same. I tend to get very dreamy and sometimes I don't hear when people are speaking to me. I don't know if I was seeing him in a dream or in a vision, or whether I made an astral journey to him in the company of that radiant lady Meeryam. But in any event I feel much better having seen him, to whom I have dedicated my life and my heart. And if he was short with me, I know he must have his reasons. Perhaps he wanted to impress upon me how important it is that I protect and care for the miraculous rabbit. I see now that I underestimated the importance of that creature, who is surely part (if not all) divine, and who is apparently destined for some important role in the spiritual awakening of humanity (and perhaps of all creatures) in these surreal future times. The ship on which we are floating in the air -- what a wonder. It runs on the power of the sun, I believe, and can go anywhere in the world very quickly and silently. The beings who man these ships are equally miraculous. They are quite egoless.It seems that their only interest is to serve others. I also find their appearance very attractive. Watching them move about makes me wonder why we humans have been denied the glorious ornamentation of fur, which makes these beings so warm and cuddly, not only in temperament, but in their fleshly forms as well. Mulder and Scully, the American government agents, are on the ship with us. I am glad to see them again. Mulder reminds me a lot of myself. He is always trying to figure things out. I think he would make a good disciple of the Master -- though the problem of bringing him back thousands of years in time with me is not one I feel confident I can solve. Subj: Sannheten vaere ute det Date: 97-08-20 18:26:07 EDT From: Emmasirani Ananda's Journal, continued Agent Scully is a bit negative and judgemental, but I think that is mostly on the surface. She is quite an attractive woman, short and slim, with red hair, and she has very lovely pale skin. We have had several interesting conversations, and I have enjoyed speaking with her, even though she is convinced I am mentally defective. I must admit, though, if only to these pages, which I hope will forever remain private, that Agent Scully cannot hold a candle in either beauty or intelligence to Shur. I know intuitively (though I have not taken any vows) that my destiny is to be a monk, a wanderer, a homeless one. I must attain the supreme realisation in this life. Otherwise I would surely romance this transcendant female being. It would be heaven to be the husband of one such as she. I would be quite happy farming and raising cows and children with her. That is, if she would accept me, which I seriously doubt. I have neither wealth, nor great intelligence, nor physical beauty (though Keight did call me a 'stud' this morning, which I believe is a positive reference to my sex-appeal). And I have no particular talent as an actor, which is what Shur aspires to become. Male and female actors are her heroes, and she goes on and on about their skills in fooling people into believing that they are not, indeed, acting. There is another rather attractive woman on board, a young one with unusual features. Her name is Hoang. She has long black hair and an aura of mystery about her. She is a Buddhist, which I gather is a religion from the far East, maybe China. They worship a fat bald god who looks quite jolly. They light incense and chant mantras, and read scriptures called sutras. Some wear colorful clothes and live on cold mountains, and others wear only black and are rather severe. I have not met any but Hoang, but Shur has told me about them. She still calls me a Harry Krishna, which I think means 'beggar in airports.' I'm sure she has no idea she is insulting Lord Krishna, the supreme Master of his age. Having infinite consciousness, I doubt Krishna much minds. But it's an opportunity for me to show detachment. Another person I have not met before is the ship's mechanic. He is a fellow of medium height, with short reddish-brown hair, who wears long yellow robes. His name is Jeremy, and when he is not repairing the solar collector he plays a strange horn called a Clorry-Net. Jeremy is not a Buddhist but a Christian -- that's another religious sect. They worship a god who came back from the dead. The god, whose name is Jesus, had a beard and long hair, but his male followers must have bare faces and short hair to please him. The women have to shave their legs. The Christians apparently believe that only they will go to the heaven worlds, and that the believers in other faiths will dwell forever in dark, hot hells. They don't know about reincarnation or karma, which makes me feel very sad. Their spiritual practice is to read over and over a Veda called the Bible, and force others to read it, to save them from the dark, hot hells. Apparently they expect their bearded god will come down from the clouds and destroy all who do not revere him sometime soon. Werner explained to me that both the Christians and the Buddhists had perverted the teachings of their founders, who were not gods but men like us, but of the highest consciousness. He says they taught the same eternal spiritual truths. Werner also said that the highest state of consciousness, which is beyond name and form, personifies and incarnates in the form of a man every so often, and that both Buddha and Jesus were that. So, he said, it is not incorrect to regard them as God -- but it is incorrect to call them gods. This is a little beyond me, but I am going to think about it. Later. Subj: Ananda's Journal, part 3 Date: 97-08-20 18:32:06 EDT From: Emmasirani Ananda's Journal, continued I don't know what faith the Rabbit People follow, nor what country they come from. Maybe they live in the sky. They are certainly very much like gods. They seem to revere the Miraculous Rabbit whom I am pledged to protect. And the Rabbit has a human devotee, Lobhsang Sopa (what a strange name), who follows her everywhere and tries his best to make her comfortable -- and hangs on her every word. He seems deleriously happy to be around her, and also enjoys singing and drinking with the Rabbit People (the Rabbit People are big on singing and drinking). Well, I am tired of writing. I think it will help me to write, though, because I cannot express my thoughts and feelings freely to these people, or they will think me even more alien than they already do. Stace has promised to teach me Pool. It is a stick and ball game. She is very patient with me because, she says, I remind her of Norway. And she has also promised to teach me Sign Language, a way of talking without speaking (very useful, I am told, in public libraries). And so, good afternoon, diary, and may you be blessed and protected by this wonderful American mantra taught me by Keight, Woo Hoo! (from The Bunnysattva Sutra) Subj: Thor's Day Date: 97-08-21 12:21:39 EDT From: Emmasirani from Ananda's Journal Thor's day: I have been reading in a book I got from one of the Bunnywomen. They are serious book-collectors. Their rooms are lined from floor to ceiling with books. They read by candlelight, with a hundred candles in a large room and maybe thirty in a small room. The bunnypeople also collect stuffed animals made from cloth. Each one has many, many of these creatures, who are soft to the touch and who smile at me when I visit them. They are on all the couches, and sit on the shelves next to the books, smiling. These are some quotes I like, copied from the book 'The Mystic Vision' by Andrew Harvey and Anne Baring. It gives me pleasure to copy quotes. And I am gradually improving my English. Next maybe i will learn Frawn-seigh. Believe nothing because a wise man said it. Believe nothing because it is generally held. Believe nothing because it is written. Believe nothing because it is said to be divine. Believe nothing because someone else believes it. But only believe what you yourself judge to be true. Lord Buddha In all the ten directions in the universe there is only one truth. When we see clearly the great teachings are the same. Ryokan Profound and tranquil, free from complexity, uncompounded luminous clarity, beyond the mind of conceptual ideas -- this is the depth of the mind of the victorious ones. In this there is not a thing to be removed, nor anything that needs to be added. It is merely the immaculate looking naturally at itself. Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche No words can describe it No example can point to it Samsara does not make it worse Nirvana does not make it better It has never been born It has never ceased It has never been liberated It has never been deluded It has never existed It has never been nonexistent It has no limits at all It does not fall into any kind of category Dudjom Rinpoche (continued) Subj: Another talk with Werner Date: 97-08-21 12:40:59 EDT From: Emmasirani from Ananda's Journal There is so much wisdom in the world, even in these dreadful future times. How I long to return to my Master and his motley band of followers; to go from town to town begging simple food, and listening to the secrets of the Path. But I have been placed here by providence, and I will try to keep my mood and do my duty until such time as I can go back to my proper place in this illusion of a world. I had another talk with Werner. He told me about his youth, when he went to India, and later, when he followed a spiritual teacher in the land of Italy. He has been a seeker all his life, and now, as an old man, he says he feels that he is starting all over again. He said that there have been many predictions, in many different traditions, of a radiant rabbit who would come to initiate a new age in the world. I try not to be skeptical, even though it is my nature. There are many more things in life that I do not know than those I do. I told Werner about my Master and his teachings, and Werner said 'he must be one of the Great Ones.' I don't think Werner understands that I have come here from 'the past.' I feel I had best not talk about that, as it seems to 'mess with people's heads.' Another quote, from another book of the bunnymen: To refrain from all evil To increase all good To control one's own mind This is the teaching of all the Buddhas. Lord Buddha Dhammapada And one more, from an old brown book of Werner's, called 'I Jesus Kristi's Navn, Vaar Frelser' The divine kingdom is like a tiny mustard seed that a man took and planted in his field. It is the smallest of all seeds but when it grows it is the greatest of herbs and becomes a great tree and birds of the sky come and sit on its branches. Yeheshua ben Miryam (Jesus of Nazareth) (from 'The Bunnysattva Sutra') Subj: Editor's Note Date: 97-08-21 14:10:19 EDT From: Emmasirani A note from the Editor Correction: A careful reader has pointed out that the section entitled 'Sannheten vaere ute det' should read 'Sannheten Vaere Der Ute' I apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. Subj: Telling the Truth Date: 97-08-24 12:59:52 EDT From: Emmasirani Ananda's Journal This morning before sunrise, I had a good talk with the wise Rabbit. We sat on a divan by a long window, about a thousand feet above the Seine. She explained a number of things to me about which I had no idea. She also told me that a time would come when people would read this journal, so I must be very careful to report things exactly as they happen. Hello, friends! 'Do not give a twist,' she said, 'to what you see or what you feel, but in every case tell the exact truth. If you speak the truth carefully to everyone, without fail, your mind and heart will clear up, and you will begin to see things as they really are. 'But this does not mean you must tell people things that will incite them to violence, or hurt their feelings, or doubt their cherished beliefs. In a case like that, simply observe silence. It is not required that you tell everyone everything. Choose what you feel will help them, and leave the rest in silence. 'But -- and this is important -- do not give a false picture of what you believe. For instance, if a person believes in the God Jesus, and you do not, do not pretend that you do believe in him. Just remain silent, so as not to hurt the other person's belief. If he asks you a direct question, such as "Do you believe that Jesus is God," you need not answer no. You can say, for instance, "Who am I to pass judgement on such things? Anything is possible. He may very well be that, and more." 'Always be respectful of another, and respect his or her beliefs as well. Until the opening of the Wisdom Eye, everything you believe is merely conjecture. So do not be attached even to your own beliefs, or (and here she rested her paw on my robe) you may have to eat your shirt. 'And remember that there is truth in every religion and faith. Religion is like a staircase. Most people choose to remain on the bottom step, practicing silly rituals and ceremonies, clinging to dogmatic beliefs, feeling separate and superior to their brother and sister creatures. But eventually each person will be driven, usually by suffering, to climb the staircase, leaving behind on the bottom step all that nonsense. And at the top of each staircase is the same goal -- supreme and perfect Enlightenment.' Subj: A device to catch appearances Date: 97-08-24 13:12:33 EDT From: Emmasirani Ananda's Journal, continued I asked her about the 'divinity' of Jesus, and she told me virtually the same thing Werner Luft-hansa had said: that no name or title could ever be too great for a being such as he, who had conquered all illusion and lived completely in the Reality. And that we cannot imagine the suffering and sacrifice involved in his coming back to this world after attaining that infinite bliss. So to worship Jesus is a very small a thing, compared with the work he did for the human race, and for all beings -- even those who live on far-away planets. But, she went on, that same divinity that is in Jesus is in us as well. And when we choose to, we too can work for the benefit of all beings, instead of spending all our energies fulfilling our little, selfish desires. The Rabbit also told me some other things I would prefer not to write down, since they were of a rather personal nature. I had a delicious breakfast of cafe au lait, blueberries and cream, Edam cheese and four croissants. The Rabbit had a large plate of kale, watercress, romaine lettuce, carrot, and grean peas in the pods, all on a bed of fresh alfalfa hay (I am learning so many vegetable names). Together we watched the sun come up over the 'eternal' city. Fortuately, since childhood, I have had a very good memory for dialogue and details. And I am not so old that my memory has begun to fail me. Lobhsang Sopa told me that (in this future time) that faculty of remembering is called 'photographic memory.' Which means that the memory is like a new mechanical invention that captures the surface appearances of things on small pieces of paper. He showed me some of these papers, and they were indeed remarkable. A lot like miniature paintings, but without much artistry. A little machine the size of my hand makes the picture papers, and Lobhsang said he would get me one when we descend to Earth from this celestial car. In that way I hope to be able to bring pictures of Paris to the Master and the brothers when I and the miraculous Rabbit return to our home with him. This afternoon an elderly man is coming to see me, and I will have to talk with him at some length. The Rabbit explained that he is the head of a large 'corporation,' and that he is very confused, and needs my counsel. She said that if I am open, there are some things I can learn from him as well. He will be meeting me atop the Eiffel Tower, and will be accompanied by many guards and executives, as he is a virtual prisoner of the corporation that he heads. The Rabbit also promised to brief me just before the meeting, so I will know everything I need to be of help. We will talk by means of an interpreter, as the man speaks little English. She said he came all the way to Paris just to see me. Lord Vishnu knows, I am not worthy of such a journey. (from 'The Bunnysattva Sutra') Subj: Compartments Date: 97-08-25 13:42:19 EDT From: Emmasirani 'People normally cut reality into compartments, and so are unable to see the interdependence of all phenomena. 'To see one in all and all in one is to break through the great barrier which narrows one's perception of reality, a barrier which Buddhism calls the attachment to the false view of self." Thich Nhat Hanh 'The Miracle of Mindfulness' Subj: Notre Pere qui etes aux cieux Date: 97-08-25 13:52:59 EDT From: Emmasirani 'Are you ready?' asked a ten foot tall brown and white bunnyman. 'I suppose,' replied Ananda, brushing his teeth with a piece of stick. He rinsed out his mouth, wiped his hands on his faded yellow robe, and followed the bunnyman to the gate of the saucer. The miraculous rabbit walked at his heels. 'Now remember, be very patient and polite,' said the bunny. 'Yes,' said Ananda. 'You too.' Keight was waiting at the gateway. Ananda, Keight and the miraculous bunny stepped off the spaceship and onto the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. There were no tourists in the tower that evening. Paris flickered in the light of the setting sun, as thousands of electric lights went on all over the city. A light breeze blew around them, and a few soft clouds floated through the sky. There were a great many people in the observatory, all scuttering around. Ananda was shown to his seat by a plainclothes policeman. Across from him were Mulder and Scully, who were discussing something absorbing as they sat on folding chairs about ten feet away. Keight sat on the floor at Ananda's feet and held the bunny, who looked radiant in the evening light. Next to Ananda was what could only be called a throne. It was a very tall, rather ancient antique chair with a high rounded back, draped with red and white silk and set on a slightly raised mahogany dais. There was a flurry of movement at the elevator, and twenty-odd gendarmes entered the observatory. Following them were some strangely dressed men in long gowns. And at the back, a very frail looking elderly man, apparently in pain, who walked very slowly, leaning on a long ornate cane. The man was somewhat bent over and he moved stiffly, but his eyes were bright and darted about the room. His expression was serious but friendly. It was several minutes till the man reached Ananda, bowed slightly, and was helped into his seat by his assistants. He adjusted himself in the chair, and spoke in a deep voice in a foreign language. An interpeter translated what he said into English. 'I am very pleased to meet you, and on behalf of all thinking men and women, I welcome you to Paris, and to this continent,' said the interpreter for the old man. 'Thank you, sir,' replied Ananda. The interpreter translated what Ananda said into a foreign tongue. Subj: que Votre nom soit sanctifie Date: 97-08-25 14:07:25 EDT From: Emmasirani 'I understand you have come from very long ago and far away. Is this true?' 'I am told that it is true,' said Ananda. 'I am here,' said the elderly man, 'not in any official capacity, but as a private citizen, and as a seeker after truth.' Ananda remained silent. 'I would appreciate if you could answer a few questions about your teacher and what he has taught you. I will be very much in your debt.' Ananda nodded. 'First, could you tell me what he was... what he is like?' 'I don't know where to begin,' said Ananda. He looked at the rabbit. The rabbit wiggled his nose very slightly. 'Tell him what he looks like,' whispered Keight from below. Ananda smiled. 'He is the most wonderful looking man I have ever seen. Strong and solidly built, with a broad forehead and an aquiline nose...' The old man nodded, his eyes a bit cloudy. 'His hands are unusual -- very strong, slim fingers. He walks very fast. He has a great sense of humor. He is forty-eight years old...' 'I am told you are his cousin.' 'Yes, I suppose that is so,' said Ananda. 'But worldly ties are of no importance to us, for we seek to know the secret of life, the truth beyond all appearances.' The old man leaned forward on his throne and smiled. 'Yes,' he said, 'that is why I have come to see you.' Ananda smiled back at him. 'Who is this man?' Keight whispered to the bunny on her lap. 'I'll tell you later,' said the miraculous rabbit. 'Have you... has your Master... found this truth?' 'I have not yet,' replied Ananda, 'but my Master, Siddhartha Gautama, has found the end of suffering, and peace and bliss everlasting. And he says that it is the destiny of all men, in fact of all beings.' 'How can I find this peace, this knowledge?' asked the old man. 'I will take you to my Master...' said Ananda. Ananda stopped. He realised he had no way to do this. 'It is a deep wish of my heart to meet him,' said the old man, 'but I am burdened with great responsibilities, and I cannot leave.' Ananda nodded his head, quite relieved. Subj: que Votre regne arrive Date: 97-08-25 14:26:56 EDT From: Emmasirani 'But when you see him,' said the old man, 'I would ask you to convey a message from me to him, in great love and respect.' 'Yes,' said Ananda. 'I have it written for you to give him,' said the man. 'Will that be all right?' 'Yes,' replied Ananda. 'By the grace of God, I have not long to live,' said the man. 'I have all my life sought after Truth, and my coming to this office, this position, has been the greatest obstacle in my search. Wealth and power corrupt a man, and a religion, as nothing else can.' 'My Master has said this,' said Ananda, trying to be helpful. 'I have reason to believe that your Master knows the secrets of life and death, and holds the key to the inner freedom that I seek with all my heart and soul. I envy you your close connection to him, and wish that I could join you in your wanderings. (He paused) You do wander, don't you?' 'Oh yes,' said Ananda. 'Except in the rainy season, when we make our abode in the fields.' The man reached into his robe and pulled out a small scroll, wrapped in ribbon. He passed it to Ananda. 'Please give this to your Master, and ask him to bless me and my people.' 'I will do that, certainly, if I am able to return to him.' Ananda took the scroll. 'Sir, could you tell me how you have come to know of my Master, and what caused you to be interested in him and his teachings?' The old man looked serious. He motioned to another man in a dark robe. The man approached, and they whispered together. Then the man stepped away, said something unintelligible, and the plainclothes police began moving people away from Ananda and the old man on the throne. Only Keight was allowed to stay where she sat, holding and petting the rabbit. The interpreter also remained, and continued to translate. 'My son,' said the old man. 'When I was your age, my country was occupied by evil men. It was a dangerous time. Very many were killed, and very many were tortured. 'One day I was on my way home from my job, which was breaking stones in a quarry, and I was so tired. A truck pulled up beside me and four troopers grabbed me and started to beat me. I tried to protect my face with my hands, but the men were strong and violent. Subj: que Votre volonte soit faite Date: 97-08-25 14:55:58 EDT From: Emmasirani 'Suddenly I saw a great light all about me. It was not an electric light or a fire light, but something else. This light was cool, not hot. The soldiers saw it too, and turned and ran to their truck. Then they drove off. I was laying on the walkway, bruised and bloody, but basically all right. I had not been badly hurt. I began to see a face in the middle of the light, the face of a beautiful shining man. 'Who are you, I asked? The man -- I saw only his face, in the midst of the light -- the man replied, "Some call me Buddha... some call me Jesus." "I only know Jesus," I said to him. "Then I am Jesus," the man replied. And I felt a very great peace come over me, and I knew that I would always be protected, just as he had protected me then. Ananda shifted in his chair. He felt a little confused. The old man continued. 'We have extensive libraries of ancient manuscripts, and scholars who pore over these documents and study them in great detail. I requested all the information on your Master, and I was able to read a great deal of material, and speak with those who had studied and, to some extent, understood it. I concluded, after much thought and prayer, that his teachings were the same as the original teachings of Jesus Christ, who is my Master, and whom I have pledged to serve. And I am convinced that in some way, the two, Jesus Christ and Lord Buddha, are really one and the same.' 'Excuse me a moment, sir,' said Ananda. He bent down toward Keight and addressed the miraculous bunny. 'This man has confused my Master, Siddhartha Gautama, with the Buddha, the founder of that strange religion. Should I explain to him that he is mistaken?' 'Ananda,' said the rabbit. 'The name that the people of this time give to Siddhartha Gautama is... the Buddha.' Ananda looked pale. He took a deep breath, nodded twice, and tried to center himself. Then he addressed the old man. 'Sir, I'm sorry, please continue.' The elderly man smiled slightly, and continued. 'A few years ago I had the misfortune to be wounded by a gunman. I had to go into the hospital and it took me several months to recover. Once, during that time, when I was alone in my bedroom, Our Lady appeared to me. She came in a big clear bubble. She was resplendant, dressed in gold and grey, and with her were several small angels and a few men and women, perhaps saints. We talked awhile, and then she asked me if I had any questions. I told her, "Yes, Holy Mother, please clarify one thing for me. What is the connection between Our Lord Jesus and Gautama Buddha, the teacher of ancient India." 'She smiled sweetly and said to me, "One day everything will be clear." 'And, my son,' the old man whispered, leaning toward Ananda and gently touching his hand, 'I think that day has come.' 'Now, will you show me how you meditate?' Subj: sur laterre comme au ciel. Date: 97-08-25 15:12:36 EDT From: Emmasirani About twenty minutes later, Keight and the rabbit walked through the gate to the celestial car. 'So, who was he -- the old man?' she asked him. 'He is the head of a large religion with many followers. His name is Karol, but they call him the Holy Father. Did you like him?' 'He reminds me of my grandfather,' said Keight. 'Have you read "Good News for Modern Man?" While descending in the elevator of the Eiffel Tower, Jean-Marie Lustiger, the Archbishop of Paris, approached the old man. 'Your eminence,' began the Archbishop, 'may I ask you a personal question?' He looked up, apparently surprised. 'Yes, my son. What is it?' Why is it that you are so interested in... (and there was a slight grimace on his face) the Buddha? 'Do you know anything about the Buddha, my son?' asked the older man. 'Very little, Holy Father.' 'Well, find out.' And the Pope turned, leaning heavily on his walking stick, and looked out over the streets of Paris. (from 'The Bunnysattva Sutra') Subj: Reuter's Article Date: 97-08-25 15:50:38 EDT From: Emmasirani POPE SAYS MASS FOR A MILLION AMID CONTROVERSY By Pascal Corget and Jude Webber PARIS (Reuter) - Pope John Paul II drew his biggest ever crowd in France Sunday after seeking to defuse criticism that the climax of his four-day visit fell on the anniversary of a massacre of French Protestants by Roman Catholics in 1572. Police said more than one million people crammed the Longchamp racecourse on the western fringes of Paris for a final open-air mass. Organizers of the Church's World Youth Days put the turnout at 1.2 million, double what they said they expected. Some Protestants had objected that the ceremony fell on the anniversary of the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre in 1572, when tens of thousands of French Huguenots were slaughtered by Catholic militia in one of the darkest events in French history. The pope sought to allay the controversy Saturday in a vigil before the mass. "On the eve of Aug. 24, we cannot forget the sad massacre of St. Bartholomew's Day, an event of very obscure causes in the political and religious history of France.... Christians did things which the Gospel condemns,'' he said. "Belonging to different religious traditions must not constitute today a source of opposition and tension,'' he added. "All religions teach the same virtues: honesty, compassion, nonviolence, selfless service, prayer and meditation. And all faiths lead men and woman toward the same goal: union with the Ultimate Truth, the ground of our being. Whatever you call it, the goal is the same.' The pontiff made no further mention Sunday of the massacre, which took place during a time of civil war and a complex struggle for power at the French court, and which still haunts the country. Prime Minister Lionel Jospin, a Protestant, spent 15 minutes in private talks with the pope as he saw him off at Orly airport. He commented that the pope told him he was very happy with his visit, and hoped to go to Nepal next. The president of the French Protestant Federation, Jean Tartier, said the pope made "a very important statement going toward asking for forgiveness and looking back at history.'' The 77-year-old Polish pope, who has looked weary in the sweltering heat during his 79th overseas trip, hinted at his tiredness and age in his speech to the young pilgrims. "The longer we live, the more we realize how precarious life is, and the more we wonder who we really are,'' he said. "All that we see, hear and experience are the creations of the mind. When we go beyond the mind, we will find that which cannot be described or explained. Do not let the prejudices of the past deter you from a search for the truth beyond all religions. Nothing in life is as important as to find out the spiritual secrets that lie, not in the outside world, but deep within us." Many of the young people had spent the balmy night singing, dancing and camping out at the racecourse or in the nearby Bois de Boulogne woods at the end of the festival. "Your journey does not end here... go forth now along the roads of the world, along the pathways of humanity while remaining ever united in Christ's Church,'' the pope told them. 'And remember, never shut your mind and heart to Truth, no matter where it comes from, no matter who speaks it, no matter where you find it -- especially in your own heart.' (continued) Subj: Article, continued Date: 97-08-25 15:54:24 EDT From: Emmasirani He invited them to the next World Youth Days in Rome in the year 2000 which he has declared a jubilee, or Holy Year. Church officials had feared before the festival that the turnout could be embarrassingly low. The crowd was one of the biggest the pope has drawn recently and on a par with that which witnessed his emotional visit to his Polish homeland last June. Opinion polls coinciding with the trip indicate that French people increasingly consider the church irrelevant and the pope's conservative morality out of step with modern life. Protests against church teachings, which forbid artificial contraception and abortion, included two distributions of free condoms. But the events were small and were upstaged Saturday when some 300,000 young people held hands in a vast circle to form a "chain of brotherhood'' around Paris. Some 1,500 people gathered at La Plaine St. Denis north of Paris Sunday to denounce the use of public money for the pope's visit. The government has said public funds were spent only on ensuring the pontiff's security and the pilgrims' safety. Some 7,000 police were on duty for the visit. More than 1500 police protected the pope on his surprise visit to the Eiffel Tower. Sightings of unidentified flying objects near the top of the Eiffel Tower during the pope's visit were denied by authorities. 'It is just the rumor-mongering of cranks,' said a spokesman for the Vatican. Subj: Re:Editor's Note! Bravo! Date: 97-08-26 12:05:02 EDT From: KhandromaZ Guru Rinpoche is Grinning, and the Goddess Guffaws! More Bunnysatva Please, they call! And to think, some folks think Buddhists are grim, fatalistic, nihilistic, well just not real-istic! Keep up the Good Teachings, For the Benefit of All, Khandi & Her Sentient Dog Pack (who loved every word of this!) Subj: Re:Editor's Note! Bravo! Date: 97-08-27 01:41:43 EDT From: Firetcher

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