In a nutshell, I lost my Christian faith over a period of years that had me in an existential crisis. One day, I woke up, and my faith was gone. I don’t recall how long it was before Thay came to my notice, but his words resonated with me, and he seemed like love incarnate. Wise, kind, and compassionate, but accepting reality ... for the most part. He did not believe in reincarnation, but “continuation and transformation.” He believed we live on after we die, just in a different form, like we become part of the earth, a tree, the rain because atoms continue on.
I felt like I’d been that kind of Buddhist my whole life, but after reading a story written by a another monk, and something The Buddha said himself about being your own light, and your own authority, I knew I was no longer a Buddhist in how we think of being a Buddhist. I no longer follow. I am my own authority, and I came full circle. That’s not to say, I wouldn’t look toward Buddha, or God, or The Vedas, or The Bible for wisdom and guidance, but I’m just sort of on my own with it. @
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