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| W.Y. Evans-Wentz and Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup, 1919 |
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| Joe Miller and Richard Power, 1978 |
"To one who has tasted honey, it is superfluous for those who have not tasted it to offer an explanation of its taste. Not knowing the One Mind, even pandits go astray, despite their cleverness in expounding the many different doctrinal systems. To give ear to the reports of one who has neither approached nor seen the Buddha even for a moment is like harkening to flying rumors concerning a distant place one has never visited." (Evans-Wentz, Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation, Oxford University Press, 1954, p. 237)
By Richard Power
[NOTE: This work is adapted from part five in a seven part series of talks on Mapping Primal Reality: Further Notes for A User's Guide to Human Incarnation, delivered in late 2012 and early 2013. The complete series will appear in my ninth book, which I will publish later this year, and will be available via Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc. in both soft cover and Kindle versions. I am posting this excerpt online in the hope that it googles up into the collective psyche and reaches those that need to hear it.]
Two stories from the first half of my life call to me in relation to the subject matter at hand, one from boyhood and one from manhood. I offer them here to provide some personal context for what follows.
Maps
Due to the bizarre circumstances
of my childhood (a story I will tell another day), I was denied many of the simple
delights of innocence. But I did have access to some of the world’s great
literature and philosophy, and also to a full set of the Encyclopedia of
Britannica. I was fascinated with dinosaurs, volcanoes and deep-sea life. I
would lay sheets of white paper over the color plates in the Britannica, trace
the outlines of the images, and then color them in.
I also traced maps, well, actually only three: Kashmir, Tibet and Mongolia. Only three maps out of all the maps of all the world. Why Kashmir, Tibet and Mongolia? I was only a little boy; I had no idea why. The three maps called to me, so I traced them, to make them mine; and in this way, I etched them into my psyche. Or was is that they were already engraved in my psyche, from before this life, and by tracing them out of the Encyclopedia of Britannica I was actually just extracting them from the sediment of forgetfulness?
I also traced maps, well, actually only three: Kashmir, Tibet and Mongolia. Only three maps out of all the maps of all the world. Why Kashmir, Tibet and Mongolia? I was only a little boy; I had no idea why. The three maps called to me, so I traced them, to make them mine; and in this way, I etched them into my psyche. Or was is that they were already engraved in my psyche, from before this life, and by tracing them out of the Encyclopedia of Britannica I was actually just extracting them from the sediment of forgetfulness?
Cave-Dweller
In my thirties, I dreamt I met my "true Guru.” That's what the Voice said: “Now you're going to meet your true Guru." Then I saw the grey, jagged mouth of a cave. At the entrance, a fire blazed.
In my thirties, I dreamt I met my "true Guru.” That's what the Voice said: “Now you're going to meet your true Guru." Then I saw the grey, jagged mouth of a cave. At the entrance, a fire blazed.
A young, dark-haired Himalayan man, strong and handsome, sat in meditation. He rose to greet me, smiling. He said, "Look," and gestured toward a row of small, shriveled bodies, like shrunken heads, but whole human forms no larger than rabbits. Each one was bound to a small stake, with leather thongs. "These are your prior incarnations." They were laid out in an arc and formed a crescent around the outer parameter of the fire. "Here are your prior incarnations."
In one way, I felt the young Tibetan was an embodiment of Padma Sambhava. In other way, I felt he was my own inner self. Not that we were the same being, but that both of us, as "entities," were subsumed within something greater ... Whatever or whoever he was, he represented a deep, unseen dimension of my inner life. He felt wholly fearless, pure and victorious. There were no divisions or doubts within him. He shone with a radiance that was neither light, nor shadow.
The crescent of shrunken bodies that constituted my "prior incarnations" was startling, but beautiful. Even though they were grotesque, they felt sublime. There was nothing that distinguished one from the other, yet each was unique. I saw that the experiences lived through in these bodies had been utterly seized and drained. They were irrevocably finished. There was no hope or inclination of reviving or relearning anything from the particulars. Their purpose had run its course; their aims had been accomplished. The book was closed on them. They remained inside me, in this condition, as a kind of testimony, a verifying authority, and as reference material that could only be accessed in a wholly inexplicable and non-linear way—as if the wisdom they contained were somehow coded into the tissue of the membrane within which the reality itself pulsates. (There is a promise in the Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation, "If one be guided by memory, there is no going astray.")
When I told this dream to Joe Miller, my “Yoda,” he said that if the Lamas had known, they would have called me a “Tulku.”
Kashmir-Tibet-San Francisco Timeline
To understand how these two
autobiographical fragments thread into the tapestry of the greater narrative,
we must start the timeline many centuries earlier.
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8th Century: Padma Sambhava (although
such is just the name given to him) journeys from Kashmir, specifically from
Oddiyana (or Orgyen) to Bhutan, Tibet, Nepal, etc. He would become known to
history as “the Precious Guru” and identified as the progenitor of the
Nyingmapa lineage in Tibetan Buddha Dharma.
§
9th Century: Yeshe Tsogyal, an
emanation of Vajra Yogini, and the principle consort of Padma Sambhava, hides the text we have come to
know as “the Great Liberation” deep “amidst a cache of precious things” so that
it might be “read by those blessed devotees of the future.”
§
14th Century: Karma gling pa (1352-1405)
discovers this terma.
§
1919: W.Y. Evans-Wentz, author, anthropologist
and adventurer, obtains some manuscripts in Darjeeling, from a monk, or at a
bazaar, or as I suggest from a monk at a bazaar.
§
1927:
Tibetan Book of the Dead
published (trans. for Evans-Wentz by Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup), with a
“Psychological Cotmentary” by C.G. Jung included.
§
1928: Tibet’s
Great Yogi Milarepa published (trans. Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup, and given to
Evans-Wentz)
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1935: Tibetan
Yoga and Secret Doctrine published (trans. for Evans-Wentz by Lama Kazi
Dawa Samdup)
§
Late 1940s – Early 1950s: Evans-Wentz receives a
letter from Joe Miller, a former Vaudeville and Burlesque entertainer, and by this time, an
entertainer’s union rep on North Beach in S.F. Evans-Wentz invites Miller to meet
him. Miller travels to San Diego, and has lunch with Evans-Wentz. In the course of their conversation,
Evans-Wentz tells Miller that the book he is looking for has not been published
yet, but is coming.
§
1954: Tibetan
Book of the Great Liberation published (trans. Karma Sumdhun Paul, Lobzang
Mingyur Dorje), also with “Psychological Commentary” by C.G. Jung. This text is
published despite the objections of Tibetan lamas who thought it should remain secret, according to another
Western author and adventurer, Lama Govinda.
§
Mid 1950s: After many months of intense study, Joe
Miller has a profound realization related to the Great Liberation, and shares it with Evans-Wentz, in song over the
phone. Evans-Wentz declares, “You’re there now, stay there. (Great Song, pp.
164-168)
§
Late 1950s: Joe Miller writes an essay on the
“Clear Light,” entitled “Rainbow Jewel Bridge.” Evans-Wentz edits it and
attempts to get it published. In
the course of the collaboration, conducted between S.F. and San Diego, via the
U.S. post office, Evans-Wentz suggests Miller delete a particular paragraph that
he deems too over the top for a general audience, and composes a replacement
for it: “The clear light is the source of
light is the source of light that lighteth everyone of humankind that cometh
into the world. It is the radiance of cosmic consciousness. Yogins realizes it
while still in the fleshly body, and all humans glimpse at the moment of death.
It is the Buddha, the Christ and all Masters of Life, and to the devotee in whom
it shines unimpededly, it is the guru and the deliverer.” (Great Song, pp.
226-227)
§
Late 1950s –1992: Joe Miller, and his wife Guin,
conceive and undertake the Lenten Sutra Readings. Starting on Ash Wednesday and
ending on Good Friday, Joe reads the Great Liberation at 6:30 a.m., and Guin
reads the Diamond Sutra (her favorite text) at 6:30 p.m. Monday thru Friday. At
first in the Millers’ apartment, and then in the SFTS Lodge meditation room.
Young people show up to listen and to meditate. Miller uses the paragraph
Evans-Wentz wrote for him, as a closing benediction to his readings of the
Great Liberation. [NOTE: To view a video of Joe Mille reading the Great Liberation, go to http://sftslodge.org/miller-archive/joe-miller-liberation]
§
1965: Evans-Wentz dies.
§
1982: Pilgrim of Clear Light, Ken Winkler’s
biography of Evans-Wentz, is published. Winkler references the unique
friendship between Evans-Wentz and Joe Miller, and writes that Evans-Wentz
considered Miller the “only person to understand the theories of the Clear
Light” (Winkler, Pilgrim of Clear Light, Dawn Horse, p. xxx). Presumably, he meant ‘only
person he met in the West …’
§
1992: Joe and Guin Miller die within a few
months of each other.
§ 1992: Coleman Barks (Maypop Books) publishes Richard Power's Great Song: Life and Teachings of Joe Miler. Barks also contributes a Foreword.
§ 1992: Coleman Barks (Maypop Books) publishes Richard Power's Great Song: Life and Teachings of Joe Miler. Barks also contributes a Foreword.
§
1992 – Current: SFTS Lodge members continue the
Lenten Sutra readings after the deaths of Joe and Miller. They adopt the “Clear
Light” paragraph as a new invocation for the opening of their weekly (Friday
night) Lodge meetings.
So what was it that the legendary Padma Sambhava brought
with him from Kashmir? What is it that the legendary Yeshe Tosgyal buried away
“amidst that cache of precious things?” What is it that Evans-Wentz purchased
in Darjeeling and published some years later over the objections of Tibetan
lamas? What is it that led Joe Miller into profound revelation and powerful
embodiment? What is it that so struck Miller’s circle of young friends that
they would make the teachings their own and keep the Millers’ Lenten Sutra
Readings alive in perpetuity? What strain of teaching is it so fragile that it
could have been snuffed out and lost anywhere along this remarkable timeline,
and yet so indomitable that indeed it was transplanted, took root, and now flourishes anew after many centuries?
Here are four jewels from Evans-Wentz’ Great Liberation, referenced to Joe Miller’s oral commentary on the text, which constitutes
Part Three of my Great Song, Life and
Teachings of Joe Miller:
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“When
exhaustively contemplated, these teachings merge in at-one-ment with the
scholarly seeker who has sought them, although the seeker himself when sought
cannot be found. Thereupon is attained the goal of the seeking, and also the
end of the search itself. Then nothing more is to be sought, nor is there need
to seek anything.” (Great Song, pp.186-190)
§
“The One
Mind, omniscient, vacuous, immaculate, eternally the unobscured voidness, void
of quality as the sky, self-originated wisdom, shining clearly, imperishably,
is Itself the Thatness.” (Great Song, pp. 191-193)
§
“To see
things as a multiplicity, and so to cleave unto separateness is to err. Now
follows the yoga of knowing all mental concepts. The seeing of this radiance or
mind, which shines without being perceived, is Buddhahood.” (Great Song,
pp. 194-195)
§
“Mind,
when uninhibited, conceives all that comes into existence. That which comes
into existence is like the wave of an ocean. The state of mind transcendent
over all dualities brings liberation. It matters not what name may be
carelessly applied to mind, truly mind is one, and apart from mind there is
naught else. That unique One Mind is foundationless and rootless. There is
nothing else to be realized. The non-created is the non-visible. By knowing the
invisible voidness and the Clear Light, although not seeing them separately –
there being no multiplicity in the voidness – one’s own clear mind may be
known, but the Thatness itself is not knowable.” (Great Song, pp. 195-197)
This story and the mysterious wisdom it carries forward
would be remarkable enough, in and of itself. But there is more. The plot has
taken an interesting twist.
In recent years, Evans-Wentz’ and his Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation have come under attack. These attacks strike me as utterly
disproportionate, and of a rather odd and unsavory nature; and I am confident
that you will concur once you read the specifics of the attacks and my
response. I am compelled to refute these attacks, not only because of the
shared heritage outlined in this Kashmir-Tibet-San Francisco timeline, but also
because of my own intimate, interior relationship with that matrix of energy
and consciousness which presents itself to us in the legend of Padma Sambhava,
Yeshe Tsogyal and the Great Liberation.
I want to share my background in the Tibetan Buddha
Dharma here, so that you can be assured that I am not simply some follower or fan of
Evans-Wentz and/or Joe Miller. My understanding of the material is not limited
to what I have gotten from either source, nor has my perspective on Tibetan
Buddha Dharma as a whole been predicated or framed by theirs exclusively. I
have established my own foundation in Tibetan Buddha Dharma, one that is both
practical and theoretical.
In the course of my long journey into the inner life, I have
benefitted immensely from the direct impact of two 20th Century
giants of the Nyingmapa tradition: Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche (1901-1991) and Dudjom
Rinpoche (1904-1987). Through initiations, empowerments and profound resonance,
both of these great beings have been with me throughout my explorations; in
some ways, tangibly, and in other ways, intangibly, and yet neither connection
came through either Evans-Wentz or Joe Miller.
In addition, I have also conducted my own independent,
in-depth study of some of the greatest teachers and some of the most profound
texts:
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Longchenpa (1308-1364)
o Seven
Treasures
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Way of Abiding
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Way of Basic Space of Phenomena
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Patrul Rinpoche (1808-1887)
o Heart
Treasures of Enlightened Ones (DKR)
o Simplified
Mind
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Dudjom Lingpa (1835-1904)
o Nang
Jang
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Shabkar Lama (1781-1848)
o Flight
of Garuda
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Shardza Tashi Gyaltsen (1859-1935)
o Heart
Drops of Dharmakaya
§
Nam-mkhi snying-po
o Mother
of Knowledge
§
Taksham Nuden Dorje (17th Century)
and Keith Dowman (20th Century)
o Sky
Dancer
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Karma Chamayi (17th Century) and
Chokyi Nyima Rinpoche (20th Century)
o Union
of Mahamudra and Dzogchen
None of these works were sources for Joe Miller, or important
to him in any way. Nor do any of these texts flow from the work of Evans-Wentz
in any direct way, or even reference him in any significant way. Indeed, most of
these texts were not even available in English during Evans-Wentz’ life, and
therefore also unavailable through most of Joe Miller’s life.
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| Vajra Yogini Photo: Wikipedia |
“Even Pandits Go
Astray, Despite Their Cleverness …”
So let us turn to the attackers, John Myrddin Reynolds and Donald Lopez, and to their arguments.
But first a digression that really isn’t a digression.
For eighteen years, I led a Wednesday night study and
meditation group on the greatest texts of the world’s sacred traditions; but by
“greatest texts” I do not the Bible or the Bhagavad Gita or the Dhammapada; no,
instead, we explored the Sermons of Meister Eckhardt, the Ashtavakra Gita and
the Vimalakirti Nirdesa Sutra and other dazzling jewels of self-realization.
During our eighteen years of in-depth study, we would
occasionally gather together some of the numerous translations of Tao Te Ching,
maybe as many as seven, eight or nine as a time. Each of us would take one of
the books from the pile, and we would then randomly decide upon a number from
one to eighty-one (each number corresponding to a chapter). Going around the
circle, one by one, we would read aloud the same single chapter, the one
corresponding to the number we randomly choose. It was a profoundly beautiful
and insightful exercise. The subtle and not so subtle differences among these
diverse translations shed new light on something that most of us had only heard
or read in one translation or another. This exercise would be followed by
lively discussion of the variances and the insights gained from these
variances, insights into both what the original intent of the chapter might be,
and yes, insights into the translators intent (and biases) as well.
And my point in telling you this story is?
I would welcome multiple new translations of the Great
Liberation. Seriously, I would. It is a profound text, and there is much room
for diverse translations with different approaches, yes, even startlingly
different approaches; and most of these translations could be significantly
different in tone and style, each from the other, and yet still remain true to
the original text, each in their own way.
If Reynolds or Lopez had simply contributed two new translation
of the Great Liberation (and of course, yes, even the titles would have been
different), I would have welcomed these new translations, and eagerly consumed
them, and shared them with others. But that is not what either of them did.
Of course, Reynolds has contributed his own version of the
text that is known to some of us as “the Great Liberation,” but he choose to
add a lengthy appendice in which he offers ad hominem attacks on Evans-Wentz
(as well as attacks on Dr. Carl Jung.) And I use the term “ad hominem” consciously and deliberately,
particular so because Reynolds begins his wet work by claiming he is not
launching an “ad hominem attack.”
Of course, Reynolds professes impeccable intentions.
“The purpose here is not to denigrate …” (Reynolds,
Self-Liberation Through Seeing with Naked Awareness, Snow Lion, 2000, p. 71)
He assures you that he is not acting gratuitously or
maliciously.
“At the risk of appearing to argue ad hominem, I must say
something about the career of Evans-Wentz, and the influences that led to him
to misinterpret Dzogchen and Tibetan Buddhism …” (ibid, p. 72)
Yet Reynolds speaks of Evans-Wentz with great condescension.
“One may well admire the spiritual enthusiasm of Evans-Wentz
in all of this, enthusiasm which is quite genuine. However …” (ibid, p. 80)
And so does Lopez.
“There is a certain audacity about the books; Evans-Wentz
thought that he understood what he read …” (Lopez, Foreword to Tibetan Book of
Great Liberation, Oxford Press, 2000, p. G-H)
‘No, no, we don’t want to denigrate the man or his life’s
work,’ these two pandits insist, ‘it’s just that he doesn’t know what he is
talking about. ‘
Miriam Webster defines “ad hominem” as “1: appealing to feelings or prejudices rather than intellect, 2: marked by or being an attack on an
opponent's character rather than by an answer to the contentions made.”
According to Wikipedia, “An ad hominem (Latin for "to the
man" or "to the person"), short for argumentum ad hominem,
is an argument made personally against an opponent instead of against their
argument. Ad hominem reasoning is normally described as an informal fallacy, more
precisely an irrelevance.
Lopez does not even offer his own translation, he simply
attacks Evans-Wentz’ person and work. But what is particularly offensive about
Lopez’ ad hominem attack is that it was inserted, as a new introduction,
directly into the Oxford University Press edition of Evans-Wentz’ Tibetan Book
of the Great Liberation.
I have strong views on the dying industry of the publishing
houses, and how such an unfortunate decision could have been arrived at, but it
would just be a tangent.
Let’s focus on the arguments of Reynolds and Lopez.
Gautama Buddha was
Not a Buddhist
In Dharma talks, I often remind my friends that Gautama
Buddha wasn’t a Buddhist, Jesus Christ wasn’t a Christian, and Carl Jung wasn’t
a Jungian.
From my perspective, there is no better starting point for
an exploration into the beings of Gautama Buddha and Jesus Christ, and no
better way to touch upon the essence imbuing the available evidence. Neither presented themselves as progenitors of new
religions. They were simply explorers. But they went farther than most if not
all of those before or after them, and they strove to share their insights.
Likewise, Jung did not systematize or codify. He was not the
founder of an order of priests and priestesses in some
religion of psychology. No, he was a scientist, and therefore by definition he
was an explorer, he never stopped going, he was always leaning forward, he was
always striving to know more, and therefore willing to abandon previous
assumptions when proven wrong.
With this perspective, i.e., that Gautama Buddha was not a
Buddhist, consider the way in which Reynolds and Lopez open up their attacks.
Reynolds is concerned that Evans-Wentz “never lived as a
Buddhist monk” (Reynolds, p. 72)
He says, that there is “no evidence that Evans-Wentz
actually participated in pujas or Buddhist ceremonies on a daily basis or rose
early in the morning in order to practice meditation.” (ibid.)
Lopez concurs, finding it “difficult to accept
[Evans-Wentz’] claim that he was the ‘recognized disciple’ of a Tibetan lama” (Lopez,
p. G)
Gautama Buddha wasn’t a Buddhist. Jesus wasn’t a Christian.
Jung wasn’t a Jungian.
So why should I be concerned that Evans-Wentz doesn’t fit
into these two pandits concept of what a “Buddhist” is? Nor does it matter if these two
pandits are parroting the dogma and creed of some elements within the lineages. Because the truth is that down through history (East and West) the essence of the great wisdom traditions has survived more
often than not IN SPITE of the priesthoods.
There are many great texts that mock the futile pursuit of enlightenment by outward form and dead letter rote, and there are many great saints and sages who eschewed doctrine and sought to empower the seeker directly. (Looking back over the eighteen years of my meditation and study group, I realized that we assembled a shelf of the great beings and sacred texts we had explored in-depth. Scanning over it, we were struck that almost all had been considered heretical by some orthodoxy or another.)
There are many great texts that mock the futile pursuit of enlightenment by outward form and dead letter rote, and there are many great saints and sages who eschewed doctrine and sought to empower the seeker directly. (Looking back over the eighteen years of my meditation and study group, I realized that we assembled a shelf of the great beings and sacred texts we had explored in-depth. Scanning over it, we were struck that almost all had been considered heretical by some orthodoxy or another.)
So why should I care that Evans-Wentz did not “participated
in pujas or Buddhist ceremonies on a daily basis”? Joe Miller
didn’t do pujas or prostrations. And I, and others, were I-witnesses to his realization in life AND in death.
Consider this excerpt from True North on the Pathless Path, the sixth of my nine books:
Several
months before Joe died, his friend Sam Bercholz* sent him a box of newly
published books for his amusement. Joe enjoyed leafing through them, although
he wasn't really interested in reading from cover to cover anymore. One
afternoon, he passed one over to me and said, "Look through this sometime,
maybe there's something interesting in there."**
Joe fought
to live. … He never quit struggling; he always chose life. Until there was no
way back, then he laid down and even then it would have been unfair to name it
dying because he had often surprised us and defied the odds. Then, it started
to happen very quickly and before it could grow into a big production, he was
gone. I'm certain that he delighted in the great, spontaneous celebration we
had that day. He was closer to all of us in those hours than he had ever been.
And, in REALITY, he isn't gone; because he never existed, nor do we, in any
separate sense. We dwell eternally inside of each other and all us are simply
expressions of the Divine Life itself. Every incarnation culminates in the
confrontation and conflagration called death. Love can triumph in that vortex
and for Joe it did. Many who
saw his corpse that day and felt the atmosphere that surrounded it
acknowledged his triumph.
Several
weeks later, I picked up that book he told me to look into. I opened it up at
random and started reading; the section I happened to turn
to was called Taking Death as the Path. It
described the grand exit: When the external breath has stopped but not the internal one, the ground luminosity, like a cloudless sky, will dawn upon you, so rest in the continuity of that. If you remain for a long time, that is called 'taking hold of the practice.' As a sign of that, your complexion will be nice and your eyes half-open. And it is taught, your mouth will appear as though smiling.
I don't know if it was "sheer coincidence" that I opened to that stanza. I don't know what the Tibetan hierarchy would care to say about the Dharmakaya Powa. I only know the passage describes what I saw that day.
I don't know if it was "sheer coincidence" that I opened to that stanza. I don't know what the Tibetan hierarchy would care to say about the Dharmakaya Powa. I only know the passage describes what I saw that day.
But there is more to the story. A few weeks before Joe’s
death, I received a call from an American devotee of “Tibetan Buddhism.” She
insisted that Joe must be sitting up and gazing into a painting of Amitabha
Buddha at the moment of death. I gently but firmly told her that Joe didn’t adhere to
formalism in his practice during his life, and so I saw no reason to impose
such formalism on him in his last few hours. (BTW, I know the Lama this woman
studied with, and he would have just laughed at this conversation. He did note
feel compelled to give instructions or advice on the matter. He did not make
that call or instigate it. Indeed, he was one of numerous lamas who had
recognized Joe as an enlightened being, and called him a “Lama,” although he
know very well that he did not do pujas, or prostrations, etc., and that indeed
he sort of chided doing so, if you took it too seriously.)
In addition to its remarkably apt description of the
“Dharmakaya Powa,” that chapter on “Taking Death As The Path,” also stated,
quite emphatically, that it did not matter if the dying person was sitting up,
or gazing at Amitabha Buddha, or any such thing. Indeed, the text says that it
is completely up to the attendant to determine the best and most comfortable way
for the dying person to be positioned.
"Look
through this book sometime,” Joe had said to me, “maybe there's something
interesting in there." Yes.
So no, it does
not matter that Evans-Wentz was not what Reynolds or Lopez or some subset of
lamas might define as a “monk,” or even that he was not a “Buddhist” by the
definition of these two pandits and their fellow travelers. (Of course, there
is also a strong tradition of lay Dzongchen practitioners, one that Reynolds
and Lopez ignore, and into which, if broadly applied, the likes of Evans-Wentz
could easily be categorize, were either Reynolds or Lopez were willing to think
outside their little boxes. A tradition of lay Dzoghcen practitioners, which
arguably has been transplanted and taken root here.)
* NOTE: Sam Bercholz and Mike Fagan (another
dear friend of Joe’s) had founded Shambhala bookstore and later Shambhala
Publications, with Joe’s help and encouragement. Joe identified several texts
to be included in Shambhala’s “Clear Light Series” and also contributed
forwards to two of them: Sutra of Hui-Neng and Spiritual Teachings of Ramana
Maharshi. A beautiful painting by Mike Fagan hung over Joe and Guin Miller’s
couch for all the years I knew them.
** Karma Chamayi (17th Century) and Chokyi Nyima
Rinpoche (20th Century), Union of Mahamudra and Dzogchen
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Padma Sambhava Photo: John Hill/Wikipedia
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Lost in Translation
Reynolds goes on to say, “nor did Evans-Wentz, as he himself
freely admitted, ever know or read any Tibetan” (Reynolds, p. 72) Lopez, too,
emphasizes this point, Evans-Wentz “never learned to read Tibetan.” (Lopez, p.
G)
Also, although Evans-Wentz worked with Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup
on the first three books in his quadrilogy, the work on the Great Liberation
was undertaken after Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup’s death, and Reynolds and Lopez have
issues with the two lamas that Evans-Wentz worked with. Reynolds says, “both of
these lamas were in the Gelugpa tradition, and so it is rather unlikely that
they would have had much experience with the Dzogchen teachings …” (Reynolds, p.
79) Lopez chimes in, “The combination of inappropriate translators and an
editor who is willing to have the text say whatever he wants it to say” (Lopez,
p. N-O)
I am not going to touch on our pandits’ surmises and biases
about the lineage of Evans-Wentz’ later collaborators. (Although I will say
there is far more knowledge shared across lineages than their protestations
imply.)
But to address the more important issue, i.e., that
Evans-Wentz didn’t speak Tibetan, I will invoke some recent examples of
important work by those who were themselves not well versed in the languages of
the original, and allow you dear reader to judge for yourself.
Principle among these is the work of Coleman Barks.
Coleman Barks published my first book, Great Song: The Life and Teachings of Joe Miller. But he also
rocked the planet with his renditions of the writings of the great 13th
Century Sufi master Jelaluddin Rumi.
Consider the Wikipedia entry on Barks’ work:
Barks has published several volumes of Rumi's
poetry since 1976, including The Hand of Poetry, Five Mystic Poets of Persia
in 1993, The Essential Rumi in 1995 and The Book of Love in 2003.
Barks
does not speak or read Persian therefore his 'translations' are technically paraphrases. Barks bases
his paraphrases entirely on other English translations of
Rumi, which include renderings by John Moyne and Reynolds A. Nicholson. In addition, while the original Persian
poetry of Rumi is heavily rhymed and metered, Barks has used primarily free
verse. In some instances, he will also skip or mix lines and metaphors from different
poems into one 'translation'.
Should Barks have kept quiet? Has he misled global culture?
Certainly, there are some orthodox Sufis somewhere who would protest that he
isn’t a Moslem and that his “translations” are not “literal.” But is that
really where you want to go with all of this? Why not stipulate the truth of
Evans-Wentz work, i.e., that he liberated a powerful, timeless text and framed
it in the exquisite English of Yeats and Tolkien and Elliot so that it would
stand for millennia after millennia, in a language widely used across the face
of the planet, and that in his work he evokes essential truths with transcend
any particular time and place and eclipse the limits of any and all language. Stipulate
that truth, and then quibble all you want, gentlemen. But who would then listen
to those quibbles?
But Coleman Barks is not the only example that is germane.
Consider Robert Bly’s sublime renderings of Kabir and Mirabai. Consider Stephen
Mitchell’s exquisite rendering of Tao Te Ching. Would our emerging global
culture be better of without these offerings, all from authors who did not
speak the language of the original text?
Dharma is Dharma IF It
is Dharma
An even more disturbing glimpse into the narrow-mindedness
of these two pandits is offered up in their denunciations of various influences
in Evans-Wentz’ spiritual and intellectual life, influences which for them somehow
serve to invalidate his work; most notably, what they refer to as “Vedanta,” “Neo-Vedanta,”
“Theosophy,” “Neo-Platonism” and yes, “Yoga.”
Reynolds writes that [Evans-Wentz] worked on the Great Lib “while
living in San Diego, in semi-retirement, in an environment where all of his
friends were Theosophists and neo-Vedantists” (Reynolds, p. 78), circumstances
which, according to Reynolds, “only strengthened and confirmed in him a view of
Tibetan Buddhism which was fundamentally neither Tibetan nor Buddhist, but
Theosophical and Vedantist.” (ibid)
Reynolds just can't let go of this one.
“Evans-Wentz, in his lengthy introductions and copious
footnotes,” he goes on to add, “approaches Tibetan Buddhism from the standpoint
of Theosophy, that is to say, the modern neo-theosophy and occultism of Madame
Blavatsky. This is combined with some knowledge of Neo-Platonic philosophy and
modern popularized Advaita Vedanta. The latter two he cites again and again as
sources for his exegesis of the text. In this way, he comes to impose on the
rough translation he obtained from his Tibetan informants a conceptual
framework, an odd mixture of ancient and modern, which has little relation to
the actual meaning of the text in Tibetan.” (ibid, p. 79)
Lopez seems distressed to note Evans-Wentz was “studying
yoga with several prominenet neo-Vedantin teachers of the day, including Sri
Yukteswar and Ramana Maharshi” (Lopez, p. F). “There is a certain audacity
about the books,” Lopez continues condescendingly, “Evans-Wentz thought that he
understood what he read, reading as he did, through his bifocals of Theosophy
and Hindu Yoga.” (ibid, p. G-H)
In bemoaning what he sees as Evans-Wentz’ lack of bona fides
as a “Buddhist,” Lopez writes, “Evans-Wentz was apparently never a devotee of
Tibetan Buddhism, considering himself instead a practitioner of Hindu yoga.” (ibid, p. F-G)
“Hindu,” Dr. Lopez? Seriously? “Hindu” was a word that the
Persian and British conquerors use to refer to “the people who live by the Hind
(i.e., Indus) river.”
I always warn people to beware of any batch of concepts
ending in “ism.”
It would be more exacting to refer to Buddha Dharma and
Sanatana Dharma, instead of “Buddhism” and “Hinduism.”
And what about “Yoga”? Well “Yoga” is a word used throughout
the vast labyrinth of traditions that Lopez and Reynolds would refer to as
“Hinduism” and “Buddhism,” and it is a term with many meanings and broad
application.
But if Evans-Wentz’ yoga practice is relevant at all to this
discussion, it would be more accurate to say he was a practitioner of “Hatha
Yoga,” or “Raja Yoga,” rather than “Hindu Yoga.”
Of course, even if Evans-Wentz did not have a practice
drawing on asanas (poses), pranayama (breath exercises), etc. (and I am of the
view that he did, and that it helped him immeasurably in his work), he still
would have been, from the evidence of his own insights, practicing what is
loosely termed “Jnana Yoga,” a yoga in which the mind is turned in upon itself.
Dzogchen is Jnana Yoga, and so is the practice of Vichara (Self Inquiry) as
given by the Sage of Arunchala, Sri Ramana Maharshi, in whose presence
Evans-Wentz’ sat, and with whom Evans-Wentz engaged in dialogue. Dzogchen is
“Buddhist” and Vichara is “Hindu” but both are “Jnana Yoga,” just as both
“Buddha Dharma” and “Sanatana Dharma” are Dharma.
(BTW, as someone intimately familiar with both the life and
teachings of Sri Ramana Maharshi and their impact upon the spiritual heritage
of this planet, I have to add that it is ludicrous for Lopez to dismiss him as
no more than one of the “prominent neo-Vedantin teachers of the day” and deny
the direct relevance of his realization.)
Dharma is Dharma, if it is Dharma. A “Buddhist” text might
say, “All is Void,” and a “Hindu” text might say, “All is Self.” But there is no different, in reality.
Both are pointing at the moon, neither can touch the moon; you just have to
follow the hand and the finger and make the leap into personally experiencing the
luminousness to which the hand and the finger are drawing to your attention. You
have to make the leap yourself; you cannot cling to the word, or the concept.
Of course, the flawed thinking of Reynolds and Lopez re:
“Hindu” and “Buddhist” is not theirs alone; it is a misunderstanding they
share, not only with many scholars, but with many “spiritual guides” in both
traditions.
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| Yeshe Tsogyal (Painting by Chogyam Trungpa) |
One Global Wisdom
Tradition
As cited, Reynolds and Lopez not only rail against his
“Vedantist” and “Neo-Vedantis” influences and his practice of “Hindu Yoga” they
also rail against his “Neo-Platonic influences.” Furthermore, both seem to
consider his involvement with “Theosophy” to be particularly damning.
I will deal with their objections to “Neo-Platonism” further
on. First, let us address the issue of Evans-Wentz’ “Theosophy” head on.
Indeed, Evans-Wentz was a card-carrying Theosophist. So was Joe Miller, and so
am I. But for different reasons than Reynolds and Lopez infer. The simple mission of the Theosophical
movement, and its success in fulfilling that mission, is a subject for another
day. But for the purposes of refuting and rebuking the characterizations made
by these two pandits, I will simply offer the following exercise into evidence.
I searched the extensive indexes of Evans-Wentz’ quadrilogy,
and lo and behold …
There is ONLY ONE reference to H.P. Blavastky (HPB) and the
Secret Doctrine. It appears in Tibetan Book of the Dead, and cites the Secret
Doctrine on the forty-nine days of the Bardo, and in it, Evans-Wentz recounts
Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup’s view that despite attacks on her, HPB’s writings showed
“adequate internal evidence in them of their author’s intimate acquaintance
with the higher lamaistic teachings into which she claimed to have been
initiated.”
There is an eight-page index in Book of the Dead, there is a
six-page index in Milarepa, there is a twenty-five-page index in Tibetan Yoga,
and there is a seven-page index in Great Liberation. And yet, the footnote
cited here is the only one referencing Blavatsky or the Secret Doctrine, in any
of them.
There is no mention of Fohat anywhere in the quadrilogy, no
mention of Manvantaras, no mention of the Root Races, not mention of the
Stanzas of Dyzan, no mention of Kuthumi or Moria, no mention of Kamaloka or
Devachan, no mention even of Theosophy, no mention of Voice of the Silence, no
mention of Isis Unveiled, nothing else anywhere in any of the four texts.
It is not the life and work of Blavatsky, and those authors influenced by
her, that Evans-Wentz should be associated with; it is the life and
work of Joseph Campbell that he should be associated with.
Because what Evans-Wentz DID reference in his copious footnotes wasn’t the literature of the Theosophical movement; no, it was the Gospel of John, the Enneads of Plotinus, and as noted, the dialogues of Sri Ramana Maharshi, as well as other sources from multiple continents, multiple ages, multiple traditions and multiple languages.
And like Joseph Campbell, that lion of the Bronx, what Evans-Wentz was busy doing (other than “following his own bliss”) was to boldly show that there is a common thread and a universal message flowing from prehistoric cave paintings and Gothic cathedrals alike, a universal message that imbues so many sacred texts, from the Prajna Paramita Sutra to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights
Because what Evans-Wentz DID reference in his copious footnotes wasn’t the literature of the Theosophical movement; no, it was the Gospel of John, the Enneads of Plotinus, and as noted, the dialogues of Sri Ramana Maharshi, as well as other sources from multiple continents, multiple ages, multiple traditions and multiple languages.
And like Joseph Campbell, that lion of the Bronx, what Evans-Wentz was busy doing (other than “following his own bliss”) was to boldly show that there is a common thread and a universal message flowing from prehistoric cave paintings and Gothic cathedrals alike, a universal message that imbues so many sacred texts, from the Prajna Paramita Sutra to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights
Yes, there is a global wisdom tradition, into which all the
world’s great traditions flow, like rivers into the sea; not because some
secret order working behind the scenes, down through the ages, or because of
some extra-terrestrial intervention in the formative stages of human evolution,
but because the PRIMAL REALITY of our humanness is essentially ONE everywhere
on Earth. In the 20th century, this sweeping vision of this PRIMAL
REALITY began to evolve consciously, in self-awareness, through the work of
those like Evans-Wentz and Joe Campbell, who could see the Big Picture, and in
21st century this vision is taking on a life of its own.
The One Mind
Reynolds makes much ado about Evans-Wentz’ use of the term,
“the One Mind” to refer to … what? Well, that’s the takeaway on this issue:
Reynolds really doesn’t know. Oh, he has a Tibetan word in his mind, and he knows
some version of what that word means, but he doesn’t seem to know much about
what that word points to. He certainly doesn’t understand what Evans-Wentz
meant by “the One Mind,” or perhaps more precisely, whether he knows better or
not, he certainly doesn’t ascribe Evans-Wentz’ intended meaning to the term.
Reynolds asserts, “All of this [Theosophy, Neo-Vedantism, etc] leads [Evans-Wentz] to assert
erroneously that the essential teaching of Dzogchen is the existence of a metaphysical
entity which he calls ‘the One Mind. “(Reynolds, p. 79) Reynolds continues on, “One may well admire the spiritual
enthusiasm of Evans-Wentz in all of this, enthusiasm which is quite genuine.
However, there is no equivalent in the actual Tibetan text for his “One Mind.”
The phrase sems gcig-po occurs in one
place where it means “It is the single nature of mind which encompasses all of
Samsara and Nirvana” … What is meant is here is not some sort of Neo-Platonic
hypostasis, a universal Nous, of which all minds are but fragments or
appendages.” (ibid, p. 80)
Well, let us unpack this and prepare it for the garbage
disposal.
In the Great Liberation, Evans-Wentz uses the term “One
Mind” in several places.
Here are just two examples
§
“All hail the One Mind that embraces the whole
Sangsara and Nirvana, that eternally is as it is, yet is unknown, that although
ever clear, and ever existing, is not visible, that although radiant and
unobscured, is not recognized.” (Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation, Oxford
University Press, 1954, p. 203)
§
“Inasmuch as the One Mind is unknown, or thought
of erroneously, or known one-sidedly without being thoroughly known as it is,
desire for these teachings will be immeasurable. They will be sought after by
ordinary individuals, who, not knowing the One Mind, do not know themselves.” (ibid,
p. 205)
In another passage, entitled “The Names Given to Mind,”
Evans-Wentz enumerates ten more of those “innumerable” names given to “Mind,”
offering the Tibetan for each, as well as definitions, text references and
information on traditions of origin. An acknowledgement on Evans-Wentz’ part,
that any and all terms are only at best some rough approximation of a reality
that is inherently inexpressible and inconceivable. Neither Reynolds nor Lopez
mention any of this contextualization.
Nor do they mention Evans-Wentz’ Foreword to the A.F.
Price/Wong Mou-Lam translation of the Diamond Sutra, which brilliantly and
succinctly places Evans-Wentz understanding of this and other profound issues
in direct alignment with the heart of the greater Dharma, a body of teachings
which encompasses not only the sacred texts of Tibet, but also those of China,
India and elsewhere.
In suggesting that by the term “One Mind,” Evans-Wentz
refers to some “metaphysical entity” and “some sort of Neo-Platonic hypostasis,
a universal Nous, of which all minds are but fragments or appendages,” Reynolds
is not exposing Evans-Wentz’ cluelessness, he is exposing his own.
Evans-Wentz is pointing to something beyond “ordinary mind,”
and therefore beyond the domain of any “metaphysical entity,” just as Plotinus
(the particular neo-Platonist that Evans-Wentz actually references in his
commentary) is referring to Consciousness beyond the borders of consciousness,
a Consciousness which both embraces and transcends all consciousness, a
Consciousness that imbues and sustains each consciousness, and yet exists
beyond any comprehension. This “Thatness,” as Evans-Wentz refers to it
elsewhere in the Great Liberation, cannot be “known,” but it can be “experienced.”
(Great Song, pp. 195-197)
Reynolds may “know” something about this Reality, he may
even “teach” something about this Reality, but the evidence at hand indicates
that he has yet experienced it.
If I Were A Betting
Man, & This Were A Brainiac Fight Club, My Money Would Be On Jung
Neither Reynolds nor Lopez are satisfied with simply going
after Evans-Wentz’ scalp, they also make a run at Carl Jung’s, which would be
amusing if it were so pitiable. I am not going to take up much space on what
these two pandits object to in Jung’s “Psychological Commentary” to the Great
Liberation (which Jung gave to Evans-Wentz to include as a Foreword). But both
complain about how Jung relates the Consciousness described in the Great
Liberation with what he termed the “Unconscious.” They also take some cheap,
personal shots in passing.
I am not going to into it too much, because Jung can take
care of himself, even beyond the grave. I don’t mean to infer that Evans-Wentz’
couldn’t or doesn’t stand on his own, without clarification; he certainly does.
What I mean is that Jung’s body of work is so extensive, and his impact on the
science of psychology and on our global culture as a whole, that the
protestations of the gadflys and their ilk cannot touch him. The legacy of Jung
is under far more threat from the Jungians (but going into what I mean by that
would be a diversion here, so add it to the list of topics for another day).
Suffice it to say that Jung was, as I noted previously, an
inner adventurer, an inner explorer, a true mystic and a true scientist; if
Jung had never died, and had just kept on going, he would have no doubt revised
and refined his views on all of what he touched on in his Great Liberation
commentary by now, but what he did say still stands. And just as with Plotinus,
Vedanta and the One Mind, it is not Jung who misunderstands what Padma Sambhava
or Evans-Wentz meant by the Great Liberation, it is Reynolds and Lopez who
misunderstand what Jung meant by the Unconscious, and even what Jung meant by
“psychology” itself.
There are a few other quibbles, e.g., about the actual title
of the text (insignificant if you look at them side by side), about the
difference between Dzogchen and Mahamudra (here’s a hint – there really isn’t
any difference in the essence of the teachings, only stylistic differences in
approaches), etc. but the ones I have addressed here constitute the main
thrusts of the attacks.
Lopez’ Laughable
Example
Lopez offers an example, “chosen at random,” of the inadequacy
of Evans-Wentz’ Great Liberation, it is laughable.
Here is the passage Lopez offers up (remember, this is
Lopez’ example, not mine).
In the Evans-Wentz version, it reads:
“The impatient
ordinary person dwelling in this fleshly body calls this very clear wisdom
“common intelligence.” Regardless
of whatever elegant and varied names be given to it, what other than it as here
revealed can one really desire? To desire more than this wisdom is to be like
one who seeks an elephant by following it’s footprints when the elephant itself
has been found.””
After citing this, Lopez goes on to state that a more
accurate translation might read:
Because it is
undistinguished, ordinary, and remains where it is, this clear and lucid
knowing is called “the ordinary mind.” No matter what auspicious and poetic
names are used, it is, in fact, nothing other than this present awareness.
Whoever wants more is like someone searching for an elephant’s track when the
elephant has been found.
Lopez claims errors in translation and locution, but it is
simply too differently tuned translations saying essentially the same thing. He
underscores my own point for me, his objections, along with those of Reynolds,
are pointless at best, erroneous in some instances, and petty throughout.
Summary Judgement: "How Did That Go Again?"
There is a story, from the East, about a pair of pandits who were sailing across a great body of water on their way to a city of temples and academies.
On their crossing, they passed a small, inhospitable island in the straits. In the cliffs above the shoreline, they heard a wild man mangling the pronunciation of a very high mantra. At the top of his voice. He was on fire with devotion, but he was mispronouncing the sacred syllables.
They couldn't stand it. They lowered the sails, anchored the boat and came ashore. They called the man down to them. He bounded down the rocky cliffs eagerly. They sat him down and showed him the proper way to recite the mantra. They showed him how to hold his head, how to hold his hands; they showed him which nostril to breath out of when, and where to fix his gaze.
The wild man was humbled, and grateful, and bid them found farewell as they sailed away.
A day or so later, just before the pandits reach the port of that great city of temples and academies, they felt the hair on the back of their necks rustling, and they turned around to look out at the horizon.
And then they saw him, almost an imperceptible spec at first, but then looming larger and larger until he came up alongside their boat. He had walked all the way from that island, he had walked on the water.
He smiled at them, and with all humility, he asked, "How did that mantra go again?"
Summary Judgement: "How Did That Go Again?"
There is a story, from the East, about a pair of pandits who were sailing across a great body of water on their way to a city of temples and academies.
On their crossing, they passed a small, inhospitable island in the straits. In the cliffs above the shoreline, they heard a wild man mangling the pronunciation of a very high mantra. At the top of his voice. He was on fire with devotion, but he was mispronouncing the sacred syllables.
They couldn't stand it. They lowered the sails, anchored the boat and came ashore. They called the man down to them. He bounded down the rocky cliffs eagerly. They sat him down and showed him the proper way to recite the mantra. They showed him how to hold his head, how to hold his hands; they showed him which nostril to breath out of when, and where to fix his gaze.
The wild man was humbled, and grateful, and bid them found farewell as they sailed away.
A day or so later, just before the pandits reach the port of that great city of temples and academies, they felt the hair on the back of their necks rustling, and they turned around to look out at the horizon.
And then they saw him, almost an imperceptible spec at first, but then looming larger and larger until he came up alongside their boat. He had walked all the way from that island, he had walked on the water.
He smiled at them, and with all humility, he asked, "How did that mantra go again?"
I apologize, dear reader, for taking up so much time
refuting and rebuking these two pandits. But someone had to, and I am in a
unique position to offer a very different perspective, and because of this
unique position I feel a responsibility to do so.
I would much rather have shared the seven-branch prayer with
you, and broken it down line-by-line, and offered some insights on its hidden
(open secret) meaning. I would have much rather have shared Yeshe Tsogyal’s
final instructions with you, and explored the powerful 12 syllable mantra,
syllable by syllable.
Perhaps sometime soon I will.
Meanwhile, I say with Evans-Wentz, and Joe Miller, and men
and women, known and unknown, down through the ages, Sarva Siddhi Karishshyanu (May the Vajra of the Heart by Realized
in the Lifetime). Shubham.
-- Richard Power
Power's eighth book, Humanifesto: A Guide to Primal Reality in an Era of Global Peril is available now in soft cover and Kindle versions, from Amazon and elsewhere. Stay tuned for the 2013 publication of his ninth book, from which this post is excerpted.
