Stories about belonging
3 Buddhist wisdom stories about belonging from Buddhist teachers, each linked to the original talk.
- Halloween on the London UndergroundStory · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: His brother puts him on the Tube toward the London Buddhist Society. The carriage fills with vampires, witches and ghosts — it is Halloween. For the first time in robes on the…
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When I was visiting my brother in London and after having lunch with him, then he put me on the underground train to actually to go to my next appointment. He paid the fair, gave me the ticket cuz I don't have any money. And so I paid a ticket and they sent me to the London Buddhist Society just know next to Victoria. And when I got on that train, it was weird. I was the first one in my carriage. But then these vampires came on. [laughter] They're vampires. Really, I'm not exaggerating. about [snorts] five or six of them with long teeth and blood and just really weird clothing on. And then after they came on, then then came a few witches, [laughter] a few ghosts. What's going on? And then I remembered cuz it was it was Halloween's night. [clears throat] It was it was quite ordinary. But then I started thinking, you know, for the first time riding the underground trains dressed as a monk in a London, for the first time, I never felt odd wearing my robes. [laughter] And I think many of them thought, [laughter] now what are you dressed up as? I'm a monk. [laughter] And I really enjoyed that.
- The crooked trees are the beautiful onesAnalogy · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: At a mental-health conference a woman apologises to Ajahn Brahm: when he walked in she thought “who is this wanker?” — but his talk made her laugh and cry. What made her cry was…
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this is the story I told this at a conference on mental health during the wintertime last year, and that was over in the convention centre in Perth. And they were the person came up to me afterwards and said, she apologised to me, because she said, "When I first saw you coming into our conference", now please excuse the language. This is what she said, "I thought who is this wanker coming to our conference?" And she came to apologise for thinking like that, because I made her laugh, I made her cry, what made her cry. These were clients who have been through mental health problems. And were just trying to do something to improve the service for others. So the story which made her cry, is my story of the the trees in the forest. I often use this when people go to Bodhinyana monastery or go to Jhana Grove, but you know, don't need to say it there, say it here as well. If you go this weekend and go for a walk in the forest somewhere, please find a perfect tree for me. A tree which has got all of the branches equally spaced, only green leaves, no yellow leaves, no brown leaves, no leaves which have been eaten by the insects, which is perfectly straight, not crooked, or leaning to the left or the right. And with a bark, which hasn't been damaged by the bush fires or by the winds and things hitting it. A bark without scars on it. If you can find such a tree, you'll be the first in the world to find a tree in the natural forests because every tree you look at them. They're all bent and crooked. They've all got branches which have fallen off and that leaves holes where the birds and other animals can nest. And if you look at the leaves, there's lots of yellow leaves and brown leaves and leaves which have been eaten by insects and all the trees are crooked and bent. And the scars on their bark, they're just the bark is really rough, and knobbly and scarred. They're the beautiful trees. And I said in this talk if you are one of those trees, all bent and crooked, with heaps of scars on the bark with branches which have been ripped off by the storms of your life. You belong as one of the beautiful trees in the forest, you're my favourites. Because certainly I like the crooked trees, the bent trees, with all the scars and the knobbly bits on the outside. They're the ones which are beautiful.
- The nightmare was that I was a laymanStory · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: In his first nights as a novice the nightmare that wakes him is that he is a layman again. Seeing his folded brown robes beside the mat, he sighs with joy, sleeps deeply — and…
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when I first became a monk, how long ago, 37 years ago, I had nightmares. This is true. I'd wake up in a sweat, in my nightmare, this is no exaggeration, this is how much I really, really wanted to be a monk. My nightmare was I was a lay person. I thought I wasn't a monk after all. And I'd open my eyes and I'd see my robes next to the bed. Ah, I'm a monk! I really am a monk! [laughter] And I'd just go to sleep in this very peaceful deep sleep. And that was about for a week. That's how much I really loved being a monk and I never looked back. So that was my nightmare. I was terrified that I wasn't a monk