The five spiritual ways, by Drukpa Kunley
I practice the path of self-discipline. I meditate every day.
I go the way of embracing love. I work as a mother and father of all beings.
I do the deity yoga. I visualize myself as a Buddha in the cosmic unity.
I read the books of all religions and practice all at the right moment.
The life is my teacher and my inner wisdom is my guide.
Drukpa was quite possibly the maddest holy man that ever lived, and in an age of the Red Pill and MGTOW movements, Kunley's poetry offers a sobering cerebrations to the madness of living in this world, of intolerance and hatred.
I truly think most young men who don't have a spiritual code to live by could benefit from Drukpa's teachings.
Central to the oldest religious doctrine s of central Bhutan was the importance of phallic veneration, and before you giggle like you have never seen a dick before, i'de like to stress that the principal symbolic meaning of a large colourful cock painted on the facade of a building was not to advertise something devious, but to ward off evil spirits.
Unlike Pompeii which when its ruins were discovered The Italian government and papacy were so shocked that their ancestors acted in such a sinful manner, they tried to hide the evidence, and act like they were not once filthy lecherous pigs. The Bhutanese people have a healthy appreciation for their cultural heritage, even when it was a little bit naughty.
Some of the spiritual practices of the "Nyonpa" includes wandering around the streets drunk and homeless, and soliciting sex from any woman you meet, Hahahaha very charming. He would also refuse to read holy books, and recite prayers incorrectly, but possibly he was to drunk to execute such tasks.
One of the most interesting rituals to survive this age is a house warming ceremony. This involved a small group of men battling another small group of women in a game of tug of war to raise a basket of phallics up to top rafters of a house. While the men were struggling the women repeatedly chant "Laso, Laso," to mock the men for being so weak. Once the men have finally won, four different coloured daggers are placed into the cardinal points of the structure, each symbolising a different virtue, like wisdom, or strength.
So fellas the next time you are at the club, and rustle your ass back to the bar, look left or right to see who else is waiting. When you spot that hottie figuratively dressed in leopard print everything, don't hesitate to ask if she is also thirsty. She is "Laksminkara" the crazy princess. Go over and make sure you get her phone number.
Thanks for reading.
Many kind regards.
Monkeynutts.
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