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The ‘Unlucky’ Death of a Two Year Old Boy.
Reflections on my 60th year!
Life is uncertain : Death is certain.
The Buddha.
Sometimes the simple, bare truth needs a simple, bare statement. Can
we be as honest as the Buddha and look this truth straight in the eye?
During the gales and storms of last January, you may remember a news
item. A section of wall about 3 metres long in a road-long wall was blown
over. The child’s minder escaped with bruises, but the little two
year old boy died of injuries.
A small life snuffed out. We immediately look for reason, for some justice,
for some sort of karmic culpability. Are we really to believe that such
is the law of karma that nature with her Herculean winds and a tiny human
decision to go for a walk conspired to manufacture a delicately balanced
event where the child should be crushed to death by a specific small section
of wall, while the minder should escape with minor injury! Such is our
human-centredness that we cannot bear the thought that the world does
not run along ethical guidelines. Indeed, ethics is a human invention.
There is no justice outside the ‘human realm’, only laws.
Each of us lives on consecutive sparks of instantaneous becoming where
all the laws that govern the universe gather to create a single event.
There are the psychological laws within us, the social laws between human
beings, the laws of biology, of chemistry and of physics – and the
law of karma. All expressing relationships at differing levels of existence
and all conspiring, unconsciously, to create each and every moment. All
these laws, and who knows how many more, create a multi-layered, multi-eventful
universe.
And these laws are here within this ‘fathom length body’.
The same laws that killed the little boy. Not only out there in the vast
cosmoscape of the universe. But here, right here within the intimate inscape
of our own body and mind.
Here the Buddha tells us we will find dukkha – unsatisfactoriness,
suffering. And its deep cause is wrong relationship. The identity we have
with the body. The body as Me. Have you ever woken with an inexplicable
pain and the consequent electrocution of shock. The fear we have of death
is the measure of our delusion. This is why meditation on sickness, old
age and death is central to the techniques the Buddha offers us to discover
the right relationship we ought to have with the body. It’s right
there in the jewel Discourse on The Four Foundations of Mindfulness.
The following contemplations take no more than five minutes, and can
be done everyday, anywhere - after your regular period of meditation,
on the bus, during a break. They prepare us mentally for the inevitable.
And of course we may also be ‘unlucky’.
This body is subject to disease.
This body is of a nature to fall ill.
This body has not gone beyond sickness.
This body is subject to ageing.
This body has not gone beyond ageing.
This body is now in a process of ageing.
This body is subject to death.
This body has not gone beyond death.
This body will die!
Repeating these statements quietly to ourselves, accepting their truth
value, not confusing this with wishing ourselves to be sick, old and die,
we contact our suppressed and ignored fears and anxieties. Let them rise.
Feel them. Know them to be the heart’s delusion. Allow them to express
themselves and die away.
The Buddha said the only annihilation he taught was the annihilation
of greed, hatred and delusion. So once we have practised this, it is good
to recall our destiny – the ‘unshakeable liberation of the
mind’ from all unsatisfactoriness and suffering - Nibbana.
That wall was the universe out there crushing into the body and mind
of the child in here. Whatever happened out there was all in here. Within
that tiny body there was only the experience of the pain and the mental
anguish. The pain belongs to the body and is outside the control of the
mind. The body is the intimate material universe we inhabit. But the mind
is something else.
Through our meditation we come to realise that the inscape of our minds,
the interior milieu which is our most private experience, is created by
ourselves. Though we may be at first shocked by the ingredients and ungovernability
of thoughts and emotions, yet we do come to see that this can be transformed.
I was taking a shower in a bath where the shower unit overhung the end
that slopes. I had soaped the body and turned round to step under the
shower. My heal rested on the sloping side and in one lightening swoosh,
I found myself prostrate, my mind swimming and some small perception of
a pain at the back of my head. I thought I must be dying and after an
initial fright, a lay back as it were into the experience.
Am I to believe that some dastardly past deed had finally blossomed into
this ‘accident’. Or should I rather think that certain factors
came together at that point in time to almost end this my life’s
time? As far as I am concerned, the karma that pertains to the process
of liberation, was how I experienced the fall. It gave me hope that when
death comes – quick or slow – I’ll be all right with
it – after the initial shock that is.
One of the central contemplations the Buddha advises is the contemplation
of death.
Who can know the state of that child’s mind? It may be that unlike
my own, he fell into a deep coma and finally left the body.
What am I trying to say? Be ready! We don’t know when death will
come. The importance of meditation on death. The ‘Injustice’
of the Death of a Two Year Old by a Falling Wall.
I met a woman who told me that after the destruction of the tsunami and
the countless deaths of both mainly good ordinary people and a few bad
ones, she could no longer hold with the idea of God. That is God as some
suprahuman entity who had heart and ethics – like we do.
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