Just spent time with someone who has been asked to give advice to some
world leaders and financiers. Interesting story. They came to our friend
saying they realised they have got it all wrong, and do not have a
solution. At last - we have some progress.

One of the people who is also advising is the Dali Lama.
Our friend confirmed that he is a sweet, lovely, peaceful and kind being.
Lovely.

I made a suggestion - the next time she saw him she could suggest that he
take off his Buddhist robes, and be ordinary. Not too likely eh.
(I have read that Buddha said” If you meet me on the road, kill me.”
A bit extreme I think. How about a 'hi' and a cup of tea?)

The Dali Lama is well known enough that it could have a major effect -
like when a rich and famous person says they live as/in a threesome.
When they are famous and influential enough, it can blow out old ideas -
which will go eventually anyway!

I have talked to Buddhists about the idea of letting go of the security
blanket of Buddhism. Most are out of touch with how a Western person’s
mind works anyway, and  not too bright - a bit like the average fanatical
Christian, Muslim or Jew.

One Tibetan Lama was very intelligent. He said he needed Buddhism as an
entry/platform to share The Wisdom, Without it, on his own, he would not
have worthwhile numbers of people to talk to. I know other so-called
spiritual people, who, although they do not admit it, know they would not
have a worthwhile income either.

And the argument does not hold. Watch/listen to Mooji’s story:
Dim lights

Shakespeare:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. As, first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
In second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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