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I have difficulty with the concept of a 'Master' .
Not the Master whos in Dr. Who....Hes just the antithesis of the Dr. himself.
No my problem is with the concept/term/criterea of Master.
A very dear friend was at a religious festival in which his Master had come from India to England to hold a regular Satsang or meeting. He told me many hundreds of followers of his path were there and the atmosphere was fantastic. My great friend is part of the team who helps organize these things and had worked tirelessly to prepare for this occasion day and night as, as you can imagine, it was a logistical nightmare.
On a particularly peaceful day , the sun was shining and upon the beautifully mown grass (which my friend had mown by hand) a spontaneous game of football broke out. (its football , not soccer my American friends ) Perhaps as a result to ease the tension from the studious and philosophical debating ,perhaps just because someone had a football.
Many people were playing, (much more than the regulation eleven a side anyway !) and it was a fantastic spectacle to behold. My friend said his Master sat up from his meditation and took to the pitch to be a part of the experience too.
Herein lies my problem. My friends great teacher and Master was shit at football.
Not incredibly shit but just rather uncoordinated.
Now if he were fantastically bad at football, this in and of itself would be redeeming and perhaps attributable to his 'special' persona. He was however just 'alright'.
Regardless to say everyone had a great time and had brilliant stories to tell. My friend got to keep the football ( with which his Master had kicked ), which my friends son subsequently lost when he used it for a kick about with his friends...... but thats another story. Although I do like the ending for some reason.
The main thrust of this story ,if you have managed to stay alert and with me for this long is.... why am I so dissapointed with my best friends Master? why do I need a Master to be great at football ?
I take great refuge and solace in the realization that idols or heroes are imperfect. And yet I struggle to see this image of imperfection as a good thing.
How can you be a Master and yet not be a Master at everything ?
The western view of buddhists is perhaps shrouded in the myth of the athletic mystical Monks who can perform outstanding physical feats and can kick ass if they want to.
This is of course true !
These demi gods appeal on many levels- warrior poets etc etc.
So why do I need a teacher to be infalliable ? I know they cant be but this is at complete opposite to my concept of master. Is my concept of Master a western one ? herin lies my struggle.
How can I possibly have the fantastic opportunity to meet a master if I cant resolve this issue of what a master actually is ? I am missing out on so much with my prejudice.
so this leads me to my final point.
what position would Jesus play ? or would he remain on the subs bench if John the baptist was fit ? and would they play on the same team as sidd and Allah ?