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Dave Schrader
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Dalai Lama Laces Piety with Humor
If you want to change the world, that is.
“Investigate reality thoroughly,” explained the charismatic spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhism. “You must be realistic. You must look at reality from different angles and from a distance.”
The most effective purveyors of violence employ those means — so why shouldn’t we? he asked, before breaking into a long chuckle.
Hundreds of appreciative titters and guffaws swept through the audience of 2,800 ticket-holders at the college’s Nelson Arena, and among those who watched and listened to off-site, live-stream projections of the event.
Humor punctuated much of the half-hour talk and a subsequent discussion of pre-submitted questions.
His speech, “Finding Common Ground: Ethics for a Whole World,” was the second in two days at the liberal arts institution.
During much of his seemingly improvised talk, he advocated for the practice (teaching and learning) of “secular ethics, not based on religious faith,” as a universal path to empathy.
But as often as not, the winner of the 1989 Nobel Peace Prize, known formally as His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, seemed intent on puncturing preconceptions of his own piety.
He occasionally rocked back on his onstage sofa to laugh, saffron robes waving and brown oxfords swept airborne.
He found humor in his determination that America’s political parties currently are “in substance, not much different.”
When asked whether Americans should refrain from visiting Tibet because of its implicit support for the Chinese occupation, the Dalai Lama, 77, didn’t hesitate: Contact of any kind with Tibetans would surely help in the long run.
“I think whenever you have the opportunity, you should go,” he said.
It’s a costly journey, he added, still keeping a straight face. The cash-strapped tourist might borrow money for the trip, buy what look and smell like Tibetan antiques — and then sell them for a profit later.
He cracked a wide grin, and it met with laughter and applause.
Chinese authorities had once called him a “demon,” the Dalai Lama continued: “Maybe, but a warm-hearted demon!”
The author of one submitted question noted his radiant smile: What is his secret?
“If it’s a secret, then maybe I should keep it,” the Dalai Lama answered, and burst into another bobbing spell of mirth.
Yet the talk had its serious moments.
A reasoned appreciation of humanity’s common identity and concerns is essential to our survival in the 21st century, the Dalai Lama said: “At the present time, destruction of your enemy is the destruction of yourself.
“There will still be conflict, but there must be a change of methods,” he added. “This can be a century of dialogue.”
He elaborated on the theme later in the morning: “I don’t believe peace will come through prayer. It will come through our actions.”
This weekend’s visit was the Tibetan’s third to Middlebury; he participated in symposiums at the college in 1984 and 1990.
U.S. Sen. Patrick Leahy, D-Vt., who has known the Dalai Lama for years, introduced him Saturday as “a man of remarkable humility, patience, and perseverance,” with “a steady voice of reason and compromise” through years of exile.
Some of that perseverance surfaced Saturday during a silent, nearly slapstick bid by each man to insist that the other be seated first.
The Dalai Lama won.
October 13, 2012
By Joel Banner Baird, The Free Press staff writer, The Burlington Free Press
Monday, November 5, 2012
The Coming Storm
BY V.K. Bronz
In the last twenty five years the Lord has given me several prophecies regarding what is to come to the United States. If I am to keep to my limitations of this article I can only share a portion of them. I feel now is the time to begin to share these verifiable stories.
I was in Virginia in a very small, (Only a post office) town. I went into my usual prayer spot; the bathroom, because it was so perfectly dark. I was on my knees interceding for the U.S. crying out for mercy, begging for mercy, over the garden tub at the back of the room when I had a vision of a mountain with a dark cloud on the top of it, and heard the voice of God the Father speak.
Now the room was totally dark so seeing a mountain with a dark cloud was strange and I had never thought about there being a difference between the voice of the Lord and of the Father but there is. The voice of the Father shook me to my core and I literally found myself at the front of the bathroom against the wall, don’t know how. But here is what the Father said: “My dear child, my Judgment IS my mercy”. I knew immediately what he meant and began to cry out for his judgment to come, tears streaming down my face; come and cleanse the land washing it of the innocent blood, the horrible sin that you could once again walk amongst us. Once again the land would be blessed.
After this time of prayer I was so touched by the intensity of God I was in bed for three days sick.
Back in 1989 the Lord had set me and my children in a house in the woods for a time of intercession. I did not realize it at the time because I have never been a political person; I centered my prayer life on people.
The intercession for the United States began; it was everyday hours a day, for a period of eight months. I began to see fences down everywhere on the 80 acres we were living on and everywhere I went. Day after day I saw fences down and realized the Lord was showing me our-the U.S.’s fences down. I cried out and cried out it seemed to no avail. The intercession became so intense at one point I felt the presence of the Lord leaving. I was almost hysterical, “please Lord don’t leave me” “you have promised Lord to not leave me or forsake me, please Lord” I cried. It was so intense I pulled a muscle in my stomach. And of course the Lord was talking about the U.S. not me personally but it felt like me.
I was so horrified; I knew the darkness that would come. I cried and cried if judgments must come please Lord let it be from your merciful hand and not our enemies. Please Lord.
In the first week of January I had a dream, I saw Peter standing weeping; he had just rejected the Lord. I heard the Lord say; “my people think they are filled with the Holy Spirit but they are not. They will not be able to stand what is to come”. I woke up weeping and crying.
The next night I had another dream: I saw a log cabin in a huge field and off in the distance was a fire coming. I ran out into the field of wheat to hide with all the children I had with me. When we ducked down in this little clearing in the field I remember thinking that was stupid to go into a burning wheat field to hide and the wheat had turned to corn with the ears tiny and covered with mold, but as the fire approached it went right overhead without harming us.
A year later to the week (first week of January) I had another dream: I was on the farm I was raised at, In front of me was the house next door which my parents also owned. In this house was a great light and children everywhere; they were even swinging from the chandeliers. To the right of me was a little man sitting on a stump looking out over the field. I looked up to see what he was looking at and on the edge of the field were four or five huge tornadoes. I had never seen this type before; miles wide and black, not like a funnel. (After living in Oklahoma; I now know these exist) I woke up horrified.
Now for the third year in a row, the first week in January I had another dream; It was the same as above with all the children and the tornadoes and the little man, only this time to the left of me in back of the house was the brick foundation of a big barn and directly to my left was a big gray foggy wall and I could hear my sister and my cousins have a good time saying lets have a party you get the sodas and Ill get the food. I looked over to the little man and he was looking in the field as before only this time the tornadoes were in the field coming straight at us. I turned and screamed into the gray foggy cloud please the storm is here run, run. Please…. I began sobbing they would not hear me and I had to decide to either run into the fog to try to get them or gather the children and go to the firm foundation of the barn. I grabbed the children weeping and sobbing all the way to the foundation. I woke up sobbing and cried for weeks. I knew the United States would suffer 4-5 storms before it would collapse.
The first storm was 9-11, the second was Katrina, and this devastating storm; Sandy was the third, we have one or two left. Please heed the cry of the watchmen, run, run to the safety of our firm foundation in Christ. Run into the arch and close the door, fill your lamps and come to the skirts of the lord and hide as the little chicks run under mummy’s feathers.
