Showing posts with label human suffering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human suffering. Show all posts

Sunday, August 9, 2026

Poor Sad Mother Pat: A Buddhist Tragedy

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Nun called the "Preserver of the Discipline"
Central Asian Scythian, Gandhara
Patacara was the beautiful daughter of a very wealthy merchant in Savatthi (Sarvasti).

When she was 16 years old, her parents locked her up in a penthouse (the top floor) of a seven-story tower surrounded by guards to prevent her from keeping company with any young men.

In spite of this extreme precaution [or perhaps because of it], Patty became involved in a sexual affair with a male servant in her parents' house.
 
When her parents had arranged a suitable marriage for her with a young man of appropriate social standing and means, she decided to elope with her low-class lover instead.

She escaped from her prison tower by disguising herself, and the young couple went to live in a village far away from Savatthi.

Her new husband farmed, and now the young wife had to do all the menial chores that had formerly been carried out by her parents' servants. So she began to reap the results (phala, fruits) of her karma (actions).
 
When she became pregnant, she begged her husband to return her to her parents' house to give birth [in accordance with ancient Indian custom], saying to him that a father and mother always have a soft spot in their hearts for their child, no matter what she has done.
 
I'm marrying for love. Take that, parents!
However, her husband refused on the grounds that her parents would surely subject him to torture or imprisonment.

When she realized that he would not give in to her pleas, she decided to make her way to her parents by herself.

When the husband found her gone and was told by the neighbors of her decision, he followed her and tried to persuade her to return. However, she would not listen to him.
 
Before they could reach Savatthi, birth pains started, and soon a baby son was born. As there was no more reason to go to her parents' house, they turned back and resumed their family life in the village.
 
Sometime later she became pregnant again. And again, she pleaded with her husband to take her home to her parents. Again, he refused. And again, she took matters into her own hands and started off on the journey, carrying her older child. When her husband followed her and pleaded with her to return with him, she would not listen and instead continued on her way.

A fearful storm arose out of season with thunder and lightning and incessant rain. Just then her birth pains started, and she asked her husband to find her some sort of shelter.

The husband went off in search of material for a shelter and set about to chop down some saplings.
 
No one need die from a venomous bite. Metta prevents it. Khandha Paritta is the antidote.
Dead, rigid from lack of cultivating metta
A venomous snake (naga) bit him just then, and he instantly fell dead. 

Patty waited and waited in vain. After having suffered birth pains, a second son was born to her. Both children screamed at the top of their lungs because of the buffeting of the storm. So the mother protected them with her own body all night long.

In the morning she placed the newborn baby on her hip, gave a finger to the older child to suck on, and set out on the path her husband had taken saying, "Come, dear child, your father has abandoned us."

But after a few steps, she found her husband lying dead, his body cold and rigid. She wailed and lamented and blamed herself for his untimely death.
 
She continued on her journey to her parents' house, but when she came to the Aciravati river, it was swollen waist-deep on account of the rain. She was too weak to wade across with both children, so she set the older child on the bank and carried the baby across to the other side.

What sort of tasty flesh is on that shore?
When she returned to fetch the firstborn and bring him across, she only reached midstream. Then an eagle saw the helpless newborn and flew to snatch its tender flesh. It came swooping down, and in spite of Patty's cries and screams, the eagle (garuda) flew off with the baby in its talons.
 
The older boy saw his mother stop in the middle of the river and heard her loud yells. He thought she was calling him to come, so he started out after her, and he was immediately swept off by the powerful current.
 
Wailing and lamenting, Patty went on her way, half crazed by the triple tragedy that had befallen her, losing husband and all her children in a single day.

As she came nearer to Savatthi, she met a traveler who was just coming from the city. She inquired about her family from him, but at first he refused to answer her. When she insisted, the traveler finally had to tell her that her parent's house had collapsed in the recent storm, killing them both as well as her brother. Their cremation was just taking place.
 
When she heard this, her reason left her. Her grief was too much to bear. She tore off her clothes, wandered around weeping and wailing, not knowing what she was doing or where she was going.

People seeing her naked pelted her with stones and rubbish and chased her off.
  
At that time the Buddha was staying at Jeta Grove in millionaire's monastery. He saw Patty approaching from afar and recognized that in a past life she had made an earnest resolve to become a nun well versed in the Dharma.

Therefore, he instructed his disciples not to obstruct her, but to let her enter and come near him.


As soon as she was close to the Buddha, through his supernatural powers, she regained her right mind. She then suddenly became aware that she was naked, and in her embarrassment, she crouched on the ground.
 
One of the lay followers tossed her a cloak, and after she wrapped herself in it, she bowed at the Buddha's feet. She then recounted to him the series of tragedies that had befallen her.
 
The Awakened Teacher listened to her with great compassion then made it clear to her that the painful experiences she had gone through were only tiny drops in the impermanent [and ultimately impersonal] ocean of sorrow (samsara) in which all beings drown if they are attached to what ceaselessly rises and falls.

He told her that all through many existences, she had already wept more tears over the loss of dear ones than could be contained in the waters of the world's four oceans. He said:
But little water do the oceans four contain
compared with all the tears that humans have shed
by sorrow smitten and by suffering distraught.
Woman, why heedless do you yet remain?
This exposition of the Awakened One penetrated her heart/mind so deeply that at that very moment she was able to completely grasp the impermanence of all conditioned things (i.e., dependently arisen phenomena/things that utterly depend on constituent factors for their existence).

When the Enlightened One had finished his teaching, she had attained the certainty of future liberation by realizing stream-entry (the first stage of enlightenment).

She thereafter practiced diligently and soon realized final deliverance through full enlightenment. Then she declared:
With ploughs the fields are ploughed;
With seed the earth is sown;
Thus wives and children feed;
So young men win their wealth.
Then why do I, of virtue pure,
doing the Master's Teaching,
neither lazy nor proud,
nirvana [liberation] not attain?
Having washed my feet
I watched that water,
noticing the foot-water
flowing from high to low.
With that the heart/mind was calmed
just as a noble, thoroughbred horse.
Having taken my lamp,
I went into my hut,
inspected the sleeping place
then sat upon the couch.
Having taken a pin
I pushed the wick right down, and
just as the lamp went out,
so all delusion of the heart went, too.
Therigatha (Psalms of the Nuns) 112-116
It had been enough for her to see the water trickle down the slope to recognize the whole of existence, each life a longer or shorter trickle in the flood of craving.

There were those who lived a short time like her children, those who lived a little longer like her husband, and those who lived even longer like her parents. But all underwent constant change, in a never-ending rising and falling. This thought-process gave her so much detachment that she attained to total freedom of the heart the following night.

The nun who became the keeper of the discipline
The Buddha later declared Patty (Ven. Patacara) foremost "The Keeper of the Disciplinary Code" (Bhikkhuni Vinaya) among all the nuns.

Ven. Patacara thereby became the female counterpart of the Buddhist monk Ven. Upali, formerly Prince Siddhartha's lowly royal barber.

That she had chosen the "Rules of Monastic Conduct" as her central discipline is easy to understand, because the results of her former indulgences had become bitterly obvious to her.
 
She learned in the Sangha that an intensive study of the monastic rules was necessary and self-purifying for monastics. It brought with it the security and safety of self-discipline. She learned not to become complacent or lazy when comfortable, or anxious and confused when suffering.

Because of her own experiences she had gained a deep understanding of the human predicament and could be of great assistance to her fellow nuns.
 
She was a great comfort to those who came to her with difficulties. The nun Ven. Canda said that Ven. Patacara showed her the right path out of attachment and helped her to achieve liberation (Thig. 125).

Another nun, Ven. Uttara II, reported how Ven. Patacara spoke to a group of nuns about right conduct and discipline:
Having established mind
One-pointed, well-developed
Investigate formations
As other, not as self.
— Thig. 177
Ven. Uttara took Ven. Patacara's words to heart and said:
When I heard these words —
[Ven.] Patacara's advice,
After washing my feet —
I sat down alone.
— Thig. 178
Thereby this nun, too, was able to attain to the three "True Knowledges" (te-vijja) and final liberation (nirvana). In the Verses of the Elder Nuns we have a record of Ven. Patacara's instructions to the nuns and their resulting gains:
Having taken flails
Young men thresh the corn.
Thus wives and children feed.
So young men win their wealth.
So likewise as to the Buddha's Teachings,
From doing which there is no remorse.
Quickly cleanse your feet
And sit you down withdrawn.
Devote yourselves to calm of mind/heart
And thus practice the Buddha's Teachings.
When they heard these words —
Ven. Patacara's instructions,
Having washed their feet,
They sat down, each one secluded,
Devoted themselves to calm of heart/mind
And thus followed the Buddha's Teachings.
In the night's first watch*
Past births were remembered;
In the middle watch of the night,
The divine eye was purified.
In the night's last watch,
They tore asunder the mass of gloom.
Having risen, they bowed at her feet,
Her instructions having done.
We shall live revering you
Like the Thirty-Three Devas do Indra [Sakka],
Undefeated in [celestial] war.
We are with Triple Knowledge true
And gone are all the taints.
Therigatha 117-121
  • [*Night in the Buddha's time was divided into three "watches," the first from 6:00-10:00 pm, middle from 10:00 pm-2:00 am, last watch from 2:00-6:00 am.]
Ven. Patacara was able to effect the change from a frivolous young girl to a theri (revered "elder" nun of at least ten rains retreats) in the Sangha quickly because from previous rebirths she had already possessed this faculty.

During the time of the previous Buddha Kassapa of the 28 mentioned by the Buddha Gautama, it is said that Ven. Patacara had been a nun and had lived the monastic life for many, many years. The insights she gained thereby had been covered over through her actions (karma) in subsequent lives.

But when the next buddha appeared in the world, she quickly found her way to him, the reason at the time being unknown to her, spurred on by her tremendous suffering. Relentlessly attracted to the Awakened One and the liberating Dharma (Teaching), she entered into the left-home life and soon attained to complete freedom. More
Sources: A1,24; Thig 112-121,125,175,178; Ap. 11 No.20; J 547

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Lost Cat: Cats from space? (Sumerian)


Can a big monkey find li'l kitty for rare hottie?
"How terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise" is a beautiful saying. A few adjustments made it poetic but ruined its original meaning. What it really means, in plain English, is: "It feels horrible to know something when the person who finds out can't do anything about it."

Pasadena is part of Los Angeles, which is part of a giant mountainous forest called the Angeles National Forest, which is probably why it is full of coyotes (and bears, deer, rams, and man-eating lions). "Them coyot's is some wily varmints," the common wisdom goes around town. They'll pick a cat right off the street or out of a yard. It's like cats-and-dogs outside because, after all, these are felines and canines, wild or feral.

What do cats know about anything anyway?

Skulking loners and organized packs of canines lope around the streets, particularly in the foothills of Altadena and other communities, coming down in search of water, bowls of dogfood in yards, and anything on four legs wandering around at night. Coyotes will grab a human baby as quickly as a dingo would if no one is watching.

Bad Kitties worse than Good Boys?
(Cat Dog Diary) Imagine a freaked-out rescued kitten meets a fluffy puppy

Can you help me find my kitty?
When my beautiful neighbor asked me what I thought happened to her Fitzgerald, I diverted: "It's not important what I think. What's important is how we're going to find him before it's too late."

"So you'll help me search by walking around the block for hours, calling out, 'Here, kitty-kitty"?

"No, I won't do that. It hasn't worked for you, and Fitz loves you. I was thinking we go divine."

"Go 'divine'? Kill ourselves and look for Fitzy in heaven?"

"No, of course not! Cats don't go to heaven. Everyone knows that. That's a place for dogs."

"Where do they go then?"

"Well, that's what I intend to find out through some urban shamanic divination procedures. They'll tell us were to look or reveal the whereabouts of all that remains of frisky Fitzy the coyote's Pemican."

"Coyote chow?"

"Possibly. Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I must have closure!"

"Well, if that's all you need, Dr. Deborah King told me we can do it ourselves. We can cut the dysfunctional energetic ties that bind and give ourselves relief."

"Just find my cat...or else."

She wasn't having it -- skeptic, doubter, distruster, faithless -- so she pushed me to do the only thing I could, which was to go behind her back to meet with a pet detective, a psychic familiar with these sorts of cases.

I only asked the psychic as a favor. She offered her services, saying she had a knack for dealing with beloved pets. I showed her some photos then we took a walk around the block to see if Fitz would run out of wherever it was hiding and come to the psychic like a magnet. That's what she claimed happened before in the rescue of both a pet cat and a tortoise.

"How does anyone lose a tortoise?"

"It was stuck under the fence, which I moved in my search, and it ran to me," she explained.

Not exactly magic, but I would gladly take it in this case.

Closure came for me quickly, and I wasn't even looking. The psychic said pictures and walking were no longer even necessary. She already had a clear story to tell. Coyotes were not to blame, except to the extent that they may have scared, startled, panicked, chased, terrified, or injured Fitz, but not killed and consumed it. This 9-year-old fur baby was driving her human caretaker to distraction, and she was near insanity. But she wouldn't listen.

It was going to be a tough case because I put limits on the remote viewing protocol and told the psychic to stuff her preconceived telepathy and start answering a series of commonsense questions.

She said, "You're being too rigid."

And I said, "Yes, I am, and I want you to narrow your impressions, visions, and telepathic communications with the cat to just answering what I ask. Force yourself to only reveal a tiny slice of all that you know, none of which is being helpful. If you can find it in yourself to answer, just find it physically without answering or saying anything. Just go straight to it or, better yet, just get the cat to run out and throw itself at you like you claim the tortoise did."

She could not, so we started with a flood of potentially useable intel, which sent us across the boulevard to a cul de sac then a yard then a yard then a shack. Wouldn't you know? We poked around...and she wasn't there. She may have been there before, hiding out under the shed, but we didn't find her or any tangible proof she had been there. Now the messages began to come in more strongly. The psychic was saying the cat was alive.

How'd cat cave-dwelling pets begin?

Maybe magic and devis can locate this cat
Personally, I took it for a goner, a tuft of colorful hair in a lump of coyote scat. But we found no such lump. I had already asked 80 people at a nearby church meeting; not one of them had seen the cat.

But one church woman was sure she could imitate its voice, and this allowed me to ask the cat questions about why it left. It answered, vaguely: "I was being smothered." That made sense, but was it any reason to leave? My neighbor says their love was mutual. Seems the cat didn't think so.

The owner of the shed wasn't home, so we could only look around the yard and come back to go through the shed, empty it, just as soon as we could get permission. I returned alone (because the psychic claimed not to be feeling well) at 10:00 pm. The owner still wasn't home, and his sympathetic neighbor couldn't grant permission for a search of it. I wandered up and down the alley, calling out, "Here kitty-kitty" like a darn fool, ending up doing what I told her was pointless. I tried reasoning with the cat, sending out my own intuitive feelers for the slightest hint.

Everything Everywhere All at Once
Meanwhile, my nagging neighbor was on the phone, who promised a big reward she never really intended to pay out. She was doubting and demanding answers. The psychic started texting, sending new messages, saying the injured, hungry, thirst, confused cat had moved on. Work needed me to drive to the other side of the county for an important assignment. Isn't it just like the universe to all coincide and bombard us with nonsense from all directions (i.e., Everything Everywhere All at Once)?

The three were unrelenting, pulling me in all direction. All I could do was lope and skulk very suspiciously in an alley and around the property for an hour like a cat burglar casing a joint and hoping to catch video of the cat alive to at least have a reason to hope and continue the search. It would have been better to meet with the Council of Coyotes and ask it if any member had made off with a pretty angora calico Afghan tabby furball.

The Buddhist cats of ancient Japan
"How terrible is human attachment, tenacious clinginess, and our utter inability to let go. Such is the plight of humans on this vast plane of existence, the Buddha realized and proclaimed. But how can we let go?

The Buddha answered that. "Cultivate mentally-purifying calm the develop insight. When we see the true nature of things, the heart/mind, seeing the true nature of existence, automatically lets go with no effort on our part to separate. Let me repeat, we do not need to make any extra effort to relinquish. Seeing reality as it is is enough to discard and abandon everything we are consciously and unconsciously clinging to that is bringing about our suffering (dukkha).

E. Hicks
Abraham-Hicks (a council of 12 entities as channeled by Esther Hicks with the help of her very supportive husband Jerry) says that everything we want is downstream. Let go to get it. Stop fighting the way upstream. We are not salmon.


She called and texted me, demanding to know if it was the coyotes who tore and devoured her precious kitty. I didn't have the heart to tell her that the truth was worse than that.

The psychic said the scared cat had been found, wandering and drained, by someone who took it in and loved it better, kept it safer, and gave it so much love that it didn't even want to return "home" now. "Home is where the heart is," everyone knows that. She pushed and pushed me, and all I could say was, "You say you don't want it, this reality we're in [where the cat is dead], but you don't, you don't really mean it. You say you won't stand for it, this circus we're in, but you don't, don't really mean it. What if the truth is worse than that?"


"Coyotes?"

"No, that's what you already think happened. You want 'closure' to accept that. What if it's worse? What if Fitz doesn't want to come back?"

"Impossible! Fitzgerald needs me, can't live without me..."

"Well, I don't know about that. Wouldn't it be worse to find out that Fitz is fine but not coming back, alive and happy but not with you?"

"What the h*ll are you talking about?! I'll break Fitz out! Who has my cat?! Who's keeping him hostage and away from me?!"

"Why are you asking me? You don't believe in cat psychics, remember? Who cares what she said? You ask me for the 'truth,' but you don't, you don't really mean it."

"Spark"
[My neighbor] she's addicted to nicotine patches
She's afraid of a light in the dark
It's 6:58 are you sure where my Spark is?
Here, here, here

She's convinced she could roll back a glacier
But she couldn't keep fluffy alive
Doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere
Here, here, here

CHORUS: You say you don't want it
(this reality we're in), again and again
But you don't, don't really mean it!
You say you don't want it, the circus we're in
But you don't, don't really mean it
You don't, don't really mean it!

If the divine Master Plan is perfection [by rebirth]
Maybe next I'll give Jewish a try
Trusting my Soul to the Ice Cream Assassin
Here, here, here

[CHORUS]

How many Fates turn around in the overtime?
Ballerinas have fins that you'll never find
You thought that you were the bomb
Yes, well so did I

[CHORUS]

She's addicted to nicotine patches
She's afraid of a light in the dark
6:58 are you sure where my Spark is?
Here, here, here
  •  Eds., Wisdom Quarterly, July 4, 2026 (a true story with details changed to protect the guilty and innocent, a learning experience about human nature beset by clinging and ignorance)

Saturday, July 4, 2026

Taoism vs. Buddhism: Four big differences


COMMENTARY
Wisdom Quarterly
  • All those who quote Lao Tzu and speak of the "Tao" are not teaching the historical Buddha's message of liberation from suffering and samsara
  • Anyone who says "nirvana is samsara" speaks ill of the Buddha's message of liberation in this very life, in this body, in this world
  • Syncretism (blending traditions) is beautiful, but it will not likely produce the result of either path. If the Tao is the "way," then the Eightfold Way (magga) the Buddha talked about is a very different use of the word
  • If the true Tao is everything, then there is no sense in talking about it
  • The Buddha defined the problem, defined the cause, assured is there is a solution, and pointed out the path, the Middle Way, to that solution: dukkha, samudaya, nirodha, magga
  • The problem is disappointment (suffering)
  • The cause is ignorance bound up with craving and aversion
  • The extinction of suffering is the extinction of ignorance
  • The path leading to this extinction has eight parts
  • Buddhism and Taoism may blend beautifully like milk and water, but they are not the same

Wednesday, July 1, 2026

The Matrix: Inception's hidden Buddhism: prison


Hollywood writers on dreaming
(Buddha's Wisdom) Inception's hidden Buddhism: The real prison was never the "dream" (maya).

Inception is an American science fiction action film written and directed by Christopher Nolan, who also produced it with his wife Emma Thomas.

The film stars Leonardo DiCaprio as a professional thief who steals information by infiltrating the subconscious of targets.

To whom are we still hopelessly attached?
He is offered a chance to have his criminal history erased as payment for the implantation of another person's idea into a target's subconscious.

The ensemble cast includes Ellen Page [now living as Elliot Page], Ken Watanabe, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Marion Cotillard, Tom Hardy, Cillian Murphy, Tom Berenger, Dileep Rao, and Michael Caine. More
Buddhism in The Matrix

That's the guy from Little Buddha
Buddhism in The Matrix goes deeper than most of us think (other than Wachowski Brothers). The Wachowskis built this film on Buddhist philosophy—but Neo (Keanu Reeves, who played the Buddha in Little Buddha) goes on a journey that reveals something most viewers miss: Taking the red pill isn't enlightenment, it's just the beginning. This video explores what The Matrix gets RIGHT about Buddhism, what Neo gets WRONG about awakening, and why the ending is actually the most Buddhist part of the entire trilogy. More (See The Matrix Trilogy)

HOW do we get out of this prison?
We are trapped in a prison of our own making. Realizing it does NOT free us. Letting go does. But how can we let go? We can't. It isn't an act of willpower. It's by seeing things as they are. Okay, okay, that makes sense! How are they? This is not a belief-system to believe. We must go in and see kalapas and cittas, particles and mind-moments, which means we must first cultivate samadhi (stillness, absorption) to purify and intensify the instrument of seeing (the mind). Then when we really know-and-see what is there, letting go happens by itself free of effort. The mind/heart lets go when it sees all things are marked by Three Universal Characteristics.


Monday, June 1, 2026

Ram Dass: How to keep Heart open in Hell

 
Remember: Be Here Now (Ram Dass)
(After Skool) It's all perfect by Ram Dass (formerly Prof. Richard Alpert, Ph.D., Harvard University)

RAM DASS ("God's Servant or Slave") was born Richard Alpert on April 6, 1931 and lived until December 22, 2019) [1]. He became a hippie and is also known as Baba ["Father"] Ram Dass. He was an American spiritual teacher, guru of modern yoga [2], academic psychologist, and writer of Be Here Now, his best-selling [3] 1971 book, which has been described by as "seminal" [4, 5, 6].


Ram Dass (Dr. Richard Alpert)
With the help of his scandalous but loving sex guru Neem Karoli Baba, he helped popularize Eastern spirituality and yoga in the West [7]. He authored or co-authored a dozen more books on spirituality over the next four decades, including Grist for the Mill (1977), How Can I Help? (1985), and Polishing the Mirror (2013).
Aren't you supposed to be a Jew?
Once when he was teaching with his long hair, beard, and linen garments, someone in the crowd asked him why he dressed like a guru from India when he was really a Jew from the U.S. Without missing a beat, his retort was, "I'm only Jewish on my parents' side." Ha ha ha, exactly!

We are born into a faith, and it's usually rammed down our throats before we have a chance to do anything but swallow. And most of us won't question it. But some of us vomit it up, leave or examine, sometimes even come back to it later.

Harvard professors Dr. Timothy Leary and Dr. Richard Alpert (cool squares rounding out)
 
However, it seems the job and duty of any human to question it, test it, attempt to validate it, argue against it, learn from it, grow from it, reject it all together, or make peace with it. There's a world of spirituality out there to explore. We usually need a floor, a ground, by which to test things. And almost all major religions have a mystic component or sect. That's a place to start.

Parents, what am I to do but follow my heart?
But question we must, and explore we will, and find? That remains to be seen. We are on a spiritual quest. And maybe the whole rest of the world can't be. But if Americans can't, what the F are you calling yourself an "American" for? Life, liberty, and the PURSUIT of happiness is all you were promised -- and you're not even going to pursue it? Truth means nothing? Just taking sides? Just being controlled by your government, schools, and parents, the "powers that be"? Pathetic. Human up, and get searching.

Hell: all the people Ram Dass hated

Ram Dass' brothers and sisters with Baba
Ram Dass was personally and professionally associated with hippie Dr. Timothy Leary at Harvard University in the early 1960s. Then known as Richard Alpert, he conducted research with Leary on the therapeutic effects of psychedelic drugs.

In addition, Alpert assisted Harvard Divinity School graduate student Walter Pahnke in his 1962 "Good Friday Experiment" with theology students, the first controlled, double-blind study of drugs and the mystical experience [8, 9].


While legal at the time (and not yet criminalized), their research was controversial and led to Dr. Leary's and Dr. Alpert's firing from Harvard in 1963.

In 1967, Alpert traveled to India and became "Ram Dass," a disciple of Hindu Guru Neem Karoli Baba, who gave him the name Ram Dass, meaning "Servant of Ram," but usually rendered simply as "Servant of God" for Western audiences.

Hi, I'm Neem Karoli Baba (Sculpture in Ram Dass Library) sculpted to look like sweet Budai
 
In the following years, he co-founded the charitable organizations Seva Foundation and Hanuman Foundation. From the 1970s to the 1990s, he traveled extensively, giving talks and retreats and holding fundraisers for charitable causes.

Remember: Be Here Now (Ram Dass)
In 1997, he had a stroke, which left him with paralysis and expressive aphasia which would be better characterized as "fluent, anomic-like with hesitations and word finding difficulties at the conversational level with grossly intact auditory comprehension for high level, low-context information" [10, 11].

He eventually grew to interpret this event as an act of grace, learning to speak again and continuing to teach and write books. After becoming seriously ill during a trip to India in 2004, he gave up traveling and moved to Maui, Hawaii, where he hosted annual retreats with other spiritual teachers until his death in 2019. More