This Body is a Corpse

One being's journey through Samsara

What Does Being “Cis” Mean For A Woman? – By Caroline Criado-Perez

Everyone on Earth should read this incredible article on why the term “cis” is essentially victim-blaming. Caroline Criado-Perez is my new hero.

 

I do not identify as cis. I am not cis. I am a woman trying to fight with every fibre of my being against everything that my “gender identity” tells me to be. Woman as defined by society is not my gender identity. My gender identity is fuck this oppressive bullshit, and let me be a human fucking being.

 

 

Deep Green Resistance Bellingham

A Deep Green Resistance chapter is currently developing in Bellingham and the surrounding area. Please contact me if you are at all interested in working to destroy capitalism, end sexual violence, protect the rights of indigenous peoples, and save the land upon which we live.

I will post updates on our activities as they come together.

In solidarity,
Jonah

Checking in

Hello everyone, just updating people on how I’m doing. I’m starting to get into the groove of the day here, cooking in the morning and then spending most of the afternoon doing cycles of reading and meditation. It’s nice so far, and the weather is just warming up. My fire starting skills are not the best, so I’m usually a little colder than I’d like to be, but otherwise things are comfortable.

A woman about my age came a few days ago and I think she’s really struggling. I’m trying to help her get comfortable but I don’t know if she’ll end up staying. She’s very New Age-y, talking about spirit walking and auras and all that. I hope she stays, but it might be better if she comes back when she’s more grounded. I’ll keep trying to support her, but I hope I don’t let it sidetrack my own practice.

I have to go now. I miss you guys a lot. I’ll check in again soon.

 

All that is, it is without Self;

when one sees this with wisdom,

one becomes weary of clinging.

This is the Path to Purity.

Dhammapada 273

First day

Hey guys, I’ve arrived in Thunder Bay and have kinda settled in. There was a screw up with my plane flight when transferring from Toronto to here and that’s always frustrating, but luckily I arrived in one piece last night around 11:30.

Canada is nice. People say “eh” a lot, which I think is funny. The Ajahn, Punnadhammo Bhikkhu, seems to be very wise and I look forward to hearing more from him as time goes on. For the moment, I’m mostly just learning from the previous steward, Karl, and he’s very nice as well. It looks like there are two other people here but they are not speaking at the moment so I haven’t met them.

My hut is very nice and runs on a wood stove, which is a cool little touch. I love the snow. It’s great to see animal tracks and stuff in the morning. There’s a little creek nearby that is just starting to thaw and gurgles a bit.

All in all, things are well. I’ll post next week probably if I get to the internet.

Thanks for reading.

A fool who knows of his foolishness

is wise at least to that extent.

But a fool who thinks himself wise

is the one who is truly foolish.

Dhammapada 63

Headed Out (or oot)

Next week, on the 25th, I’ll be headed out to Arrow River Forest Hermitage up north in Ontario for some time. I don’t know how long I’ll be there, but I may go straight to another monastery afterwards. It’s hard to tell.

Tell me if you want to hang out in the meantime – I’d like to see people before I go. Maybe we’ll have one last bad movie night.

When I return, an anagarika position at Wat Atammayatarama in Woodinville, near Seattle, is probably going to be available. I hope to end up there for the foreseeable future. I can’t explain how excited I am right now – but I keep coming back to this:

There is the case, Moggallana, where a monk has heard, “All that exists is unworthy of attachment.” Having heard that all things are unworthy of attachment, he fully knows all things. Fully knowing all things, he fully comprehends all things. Fully comprehending all things, then whatever feeling he experiences — pleasure, pain, neither pleasure nor pain — he remains focused on inconstancy, focused on dispassion, focused on cessation, focused on relinquishing with regard to that feeling. As he remains focused on inconstancy, focused on dispassion, focused on cessation, focused on relinquishing with regard to that feeling, he is unsustained by anything in the world. Unsustained, he is not agitated. Unagitated, he is unbound right within. He discerns: “Birth is ended, the holy life fulfilled, the task done. There is nothing further for this world.”

Even this joy is inconsistent, a barrier to perfect peace, empty, unworthy of attachment. In times like this, when clinging and grasping seem like good ideas, I have to keep repeating the pure teaching of the Blessed One: sabbe dhamma nalam abhinivesaya – all that exists is unworthy of attachment.

I’ll be pretty quiet in the next week before I leave, but please do let me know if you’d like to get dinner or just spend time together. I’m not ashamed of the unwholesome amount of affection I have for so many of the people in my life.

In the meantime, I’m listening to Modest Mouse. It’s probably toolish to say how much this song means to me, but I don’t even care anymore; perhaps that’s a good sign.

I’m walking away to another plan.
I’m gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.

From the Alagaddupama Sutta

“Therefore, monks, whatever isn’t yours – let go of it! Letting it go is the way to happiness. And what is it that is not yours?

“The body is not yours. Let go of it! Letting it go is the way to happiness.

“Feeling is not yours. Let go of it! Letting it go is the way to happiness.

“Perception is not yours. Let go of it! Letting it go is the way to happiness.

“Thoughts are not yours. Let go of them! Letting them go is the way to happiness.

“Consciousness is not yours. Let go of it! Letting it go is the way to happiness.”

“What do you think, monks – if people were to carry away the grass, sticks, branches and leaves in this grove and destroy them according to their own desires, would you think, ‘These people are destroying us!’”

“No, Lord.” “And why not?”

“Because, Lord, that garbage is neither us nor ours!”

“So, too, monks, let go of whatever isn’t yours! Letting it go is the way to happiness.

“And what is it that is not yours? The body is not yours! Feeling is not yours! Perception is not yours! Thoughts are not yours! Consciousness is not yours!”

“Let go of it! Oh monks, letting it go is the way to happiness.”

Not me, not mine – not much of anything at all.

A quick thought

I’m comfortable saying, “There is no God” in the same way I’m comfortable saying, “Someone didn’t step on a landmine last night in my kitchen” – not only is there no positive evidence for either, but the evidence that should be there is not.

The lack of pulverized linoleum, broken windows, and charred body parts, all things that a reasonable person would assume follow directly from a dalliance with such a device, is itself enough evidence for me that Jody Williams need not worry. I refuse to be “agnostic” about explosions in my kitchen, and in a world that not only lacks one shred of evidence for God, but more tellingly, lacks the evidence that one would have to agree God’s existence would manifest, I don’t need to be agnostic about God either.

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