It is not that I think preachers should be outlawed or anything like that, and most religions have their preachers or teachers or gurus or whatever you call them who can range from welcoming to fun to constant preaching, preaching (!) ...
... well let's just say the preaching, preaching, preaching types seem to me to make their religion seem fake, not spiritual, not even natural to my existence. It is sort of hard to explain, but let me put it in terms of my Hindu experience.
The Hindu "realms" and worlds and adventures and experiences that seem real to me really do not involve much preaching, preaching, preaching.
For example, I am truly alive in a temple or Hindu gathering where their is a lot of bhakta, worship, singing (bhajans), food, sounds and lights, devotees, smells (incense), music, mantras, sacred fires, art and so on, but then ...
... well, the examples I just gave that LIVE WITH ME rather than PREACH AT ME just seem to be alive, full, and ... natural ...
... but then ... but then ... sometimes, well, how to say it? Some Gurumonstrosity get before the flock and ruins the entire party, spoils the love, turns devotion and spirit into a very long math class.
The Gurumonstrosity starts preaching, preaching, preaching, ugg, preaching... now I am not talking about those nice Gurus who tell the "children" the stories. You know, the one's that start off like "in the village of xyz in old India, there was an old man who loved Devi. He had a grand daughter named Sweetpea who was poor. One day the old man brought Sweetpea to the temple of Devi near the river and ...." ...
Now THAT I like! Or, "Lakshmi, bring me a cup of water. Thank you! Well, what a wonderful Bhajan that was! But now let me tell you what the song was about. Do you know who Hanuman is? (crowd cheers Jai Hanuman!)... Ah, Yes! You DO! Now, let me tell you about when Hanuman approached Sita Devi held captive by Ravan, when Lord Hanuman brought Sita a ring... not just any ring... no. Let me tell you..."
Now THAT I like. I am Happy! Everyone there is. Yes. This is going to be sweet! Nectar! And it is full of life, and ... feels NATURAL.
Then comes Boarananda. Also known as "the Rack". He starts preaching. Verse 12, Canto 64:
"... the sound of A must follow when you reach Z. There is no substitute. For the next two hours, we will not sing. We will not have any adventures. Nevermind what happened in the village. Do not talk. We left off last night on page 952. One bowl of rice must be offered. But not in a bowl. Banana leaf. The world that continues is like a bowl. But that which is eaten in the bowl is digested by the world. But if what is to be eaten is laid flat, like rice on a banana leaf, then you can clearly see - are there bugs in the rice? You are rice. But you must be checked first. To SEEEEEE if you have bugs. Page 952. It is a page that has 161 letters. 161. I can count the letters. But if the rice is in a bowl, can you count the number of rice grains there are in the bowl? You cannot! But if we put the big spoon of rice on a banana leaf, THEN can you count the number of grains of rice? Maybe."
Preaching, preaching, preaching - I want to commit suicide. Get me out. Get me out of here right now!
"And the son of Ishmel had two children. One went East. Another went west. One to bring oxen to the wooden palace. The other to bring three coins and a chicken to the wife of the tax collector. In the year of King Lotsabucks. On the way the second stopped to rest in the town of Badwater. There he sleep with Josaphine and they begot a child with knotted hair. This was before the first lost one of the oxen which fell off the side of a mountain... "
I want to die. Please stop. No. No more. I got to get out of this place. Otherwise I might choke that nice old lady next to me who died at some point during the preaching, preaching, preaching. Now why would I choke an old lady who is already dead? I don't know. Other than another 30 minutes of this preaching, I'm going to DO IT!
Does anybody understand what I am trying to say?
If Religion is "natural" why do we need "preachers" to be preaching all the time? It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like religion. It feels like you are being put in a sarcophagus. Or am I being too judgemental?
... well let's just say the preaching, preaching, preaching types seem to me to make their religion seem fake, not spiritual, not even natural to my existence. It is sort of hard to explain, but let me put it in terms of my Hindu experience.
The Hindu "realms" and worlds and adventures and experiences that seem real to me really do not involve much preaching, preaching, preaching.
For example, I am truly alive in a temple or Hindu gathering where their is a lot of bhakta, worship, singing (bhajans), food, sounds and lights, devotees, smells (incense), music, mantras, sacred fires, art and so on, but then ...
... well, the examples I just gave that LIVE WITH ME rather than PREACH AT ME just seem to be alive, full, and ... natural ...
... but then ... but then ... sometimes, well, how to say it? Some Gurumonstrosity get before the flock and ruins the entire party, spoils the love, turns devotion and spirit into a very long math class.
The Gurumonstrosity starts preaching, preaching, preaching, ugg, preaching... now I am not talking about those nice Gurus who tell the "children" the stories. You know, the one's that start off like "in the village of xyz in old India, there was an old man who loved Devi. He had a grand daughter named Sweetpea who was poor. One day the old man brought Sweetpea to the temple of Devi near the river and ...." ...
Now THAT I like! Or, "Lakshmi, bring me a cup of water. Thank you! Well, what a wonderful Bhajan that was! But now let me tell you what the song was about. Do you know who Hanuman is? (crowd cheers Jai Hanuman!)... Ah, Yes! You DO! Now, let me tell you about when Hanuman approached Sita Devi held captive by Ravan, when Lord Hanuman brought Sita a ring... not just any ring... no. Let me tell you..."
Now THAT I like. I am Happy! Everyone there is. Yes. This is going to be sweet! Nectar! And it is full of life, and ... feels NATURAL.
Then comes Boarananda. Also known as "the Rack". He starts preaching. Verse 12, Canto 64:
"... the sound of A must follow when you reach Z. There is no substitute. For the next two hours, we will not sing. We will not have any adventures. Nevermind what happened in the village. Do not talk. We left off last night on page 952. One bowl of rice must be offered. But not in a bowl. Banana leaf. The world that continues is like a bowl. But that which is eaten in the bowl is digested by the world. But if what is to be eaten is laid flat, like rice on a banana leaf, then you can clearly see - are there bugs in the rice? You are rice. But you must be checked first. To SEEEEEE if you have bugs. Page 952. It is a page that has 161 letters. 161. I can count the letters. But if the rice is in a bowl, can you count the number of rice grains there are in the bowl? You cannot! But if we put the big spoon of rice on a banana leaf, THEN can you count the number of grains of rice? Maybe."
Preaching, preaching, preaching - I want to commit suicide. Get me out. Get me out of here right now!
"And the son of Ishmel had two children. One went East. Another went west. One to bring oxen to the wooden palace. The other to bring three coins and a chicken to the wife of the tax collector. In the year of King Lotsabucks. On the way the second stopped to rest in the town of Badwater. There he sleep with Josaphine and they begot a child with knotted hair. This was before the first lost one of the oxen which fell off the side of a mountain... "
I want to die. Please stop. No. No more. I got to get out of this place. Otherwise I might choke that nice old lady next to me who died at some point during the preaching, preaching, preaching. Now why would I choke an old lady who is already dead? I don't know. Other than another 30 minutes of this preaching, I'm going to DO IT!
Does anybody understand what I am trying to say?
If Religion is "natural" why do we need "preachers" to be preaching all the time? It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like religion. It feels like you are being put in a sarcophagus. Or am I being too judgemental?