The small sermon on the establishment of passion

Passion long ago

Long ago, I believe, it was sufficient for us to look at the external appearance of the human body, to experience its surface level and to penetrate it only as nature intended in order to exhaust our passion towards it. But indeed, we are drifting away from God by a strong fixated momentum and thus the remaining space for the Devil grows in direct proportion; and what can fill the dark emptiness better than passion?

Sensitivity dulls – Human dolls

On the one hand, when the level of awareness is low, when the dullness of insensitivity engulfs the senses, it is easier to enjoy, to have that flow of pleasantness. On the other hand, you need an incessantly intensified level of thrills, in order to tickle the tips of those numb nerves, to awaken that sedated mind, and thus the pleasure is shallower and incomplete. Nothing can feel whole when we are not aware to the finer ripples of life, to the underlying vibrations of deep connection with our true selves.
With a bare hand we can feel the finer details of a surface, but when wearing a glove we are constrained to find cruder and more gross dots of Braille in order to read the reality – more grandiose experiences in order to feel we are alive…

The darker sides of Darkness

And so, a time came when the need arose to insert fingers also… and then not only into the vagina… and than also other things. Later on we started to get attracted to urine, feces, vomit and blood… and then to defects and perfection, old age and birth, skeletons and children, animals and murder. We’ve invented to all these things names like Coprophilia, Nacrofilia, Pedofilia, Zoofilia, and snuff.

We started exposing our passionate secrets in front of strange eyes and called it exhibitionism, we began stealing from the dark the secrets of others and called it voyeurism. We started licking shoes, socks and leather and called it fetishism, while sodomizing and violating our own flesh to call it sado-masochism. Men with women, men with men, women with men, women with women; two, three and orgies. And then perhaps somewhere between the routine of homosexuality and the boredom of beastility, we’ve invented she-males and transvestites.

Between and inclusive of the boundaries of life and death, we utilize all the almost-infinite creativity of the Devil, because yesterday’s shocking is today’s routine, and passion feeds from the excitement of the unknown and dies from the lack of curiosity and fear.

Passion, Now!

In the large sermon on the establishment of awareness (The Maha-Satipatthana Sutta*) the Buddha taught that for people who are blindly addicted to passion and lust for the body, there is no possibility of practicing Vipassana (the principle Teaching of The Buddha). He directed them to go to open graveyards and watch the fresh corpses, as they are being devoured by vultures, crows and wild animals, to observe the rotting swollen corpses consumed by maggots, to reflects upon the whitening skeletons that began to disintegrate into calcium dust.

He advised these people to contemplate upon the notion that a day will come, when they will also die and that their body will be thrown in a graveyard and will reach that stage, which surely isn’t sexually arousing. Thus gradually they will come to senses and be able to learn Vipassana meditation. However…

I have a feeling that in this day and age, this advise will no longer work for many people, who have become so crude and gross, so blind of lust, that even the stench of decay and rotting of death have already become objects of passion for them.

We all contain that same devil; the fearful majority suppress it, the shameless minority express it, but only a hand-full try to observe and demolish it.