Author: Andrew "Dru" Peers

A Taste of the Stick: My Experience in a Japanese Temple.

  By Andrew Peers   Asked to sum up Japan in one word in the plane on the way home, I said: fierce. I had just spent the best part of a month in three different Japanese Zen temples as a member of a team of monks and nuns selected from Western monasteries. Perhaps this spontaneous answer bubbled up out of the intuition that a people naturally take on some of the qualities of the environment in which they live. The Japanese are an island people and have long been exposed to the fierceness of nature in those regions,...

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The Heart of The Heart Sutra.

By Andrew Peers This is the word that is true, No longer distorted by illusion, The word that comes from the heart, that says: Gone, gone, gone beyond, and with everything Gone even beyond going beyond. Awakened! *From the Heart Sutra of Wisdom beyond all Wisdom, the Prajnaparamita. A meditation master once said in a lecture that people who practice meditation develop a comfortable feeling, a sense of joy radiating from their inner being. The little owl often found roosting on a local barn gable always looks very comfortable and happy too, despite the blustery winds. I have long...

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Breaking Out of the Deepest Ring of Hell: Right View.

  By Andrew Peers I was brought up a Catholic, but it all fell away within a month or two after leaving home at the age of 18. Christianity simply wasn’t relevant in what I perceived as an urban jungle-world. Leaving home also marked the beginning of a descent into rebellion and antisocial behaviour bordering on the criminal; not drugs particularly, more confrontational behaviour and vandalism. The nickname given me at the time was “Leper” and gives the general idea. Doc Martens, leather jacket studded and tippexed band names like The Damned and The Ramones, peroxide-white hair with green...

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Tartan Buddhas!

  By Andrew Peers Introducing the Celtic Buddhist lineage. I felt a spontaneous affinity with the author even before opening the book. The photo on the back of The Mahasiddha and His idiot Servant showed him smiling disarmingly… with just a hint of mischief in his eyes. He was wearing an aquamarine-blue tartan blanket, with a rakusu* over it in Celtic patterns that melted my heart on the spot. Lately I have thought it would be a lovely idea to make this kind of more formal dress the common sign for Buddhism’s “new-lineage-in-town”, Celtic Buddhism. We don’t need to get too fundamentalist about...

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Hairy Alice in Wonderland: A Trip Down the Meditation Rabbit Hole.

By Andrew Peers Woke up this morning, put my body and mind on and stood up. Opening the window for some fresh air, I bend through the knees a couple of times with arms stretched out at chest level. “Anda… one, anda two, anda… in, anda out… and in…and to hell with this!” The fresh air is still a bit too fresh for pyjamas, so the window is quickly closed again. Then I set my white Anglo-Irish butt down on the meditation cushion. It fits like a porcelain cup on a saucer. Next, the search for the breath. Not...

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