We had a great day today. We were packed out for our celebration of the conclusion of this year’s Vassa and the weather forecast didn’t come true.
As ever it was a practice of Dana, Sila and Bhavana – Giving, Virtue and Cultivation. And the giving was especially generous, wonderful food and £1,169.08. So that’s another grand off the Bhavana Dhamma debt. Anumodana.

This afternoon I went down to London to the Bahá’í Centre in Rutland Gate to attend a reception to honour Lord Avebury for his lifelong commitment to the defence of human rights and at which he was presented with the Blomfield Award. The Blomfield Award is given in memory of Lady Blomfield, a philanthropist and social reformer in the first half of the 20th century, who campaigned for the vote for women and was a founder member of Save the Children. She was an early member of the British Bahá’í community.
The Bahá’í Centre is in a rather fine house hidden away in a difficult to access backwater of Knightsbridge. When I arrived a number of guests were already there and chatting amiably over elegant glasses of red and white grape juice (the Bahá’ís are teetotallers). Then Eric and Lindsey, Lord and Lady Avebury, arrived with their son, John William, and his girlfriend, Verity, and we were soon called to order and the presentation got under way. Ann Clwyd MP arrived when Eric was already well into his acceptance speech. She is a colleague of Eric’s on the All Party Parliamentary Human Rights Group and has succeeded him as Chair.

I can’t possibly reproduce all the wonderful things that were said nor especially the atmosphere but it was very inspiring and hearing of the campaigns that Lord Avebury has waged over the years made the little troubles that most of us have seem so shamefully insignificant. I wished there could have been some of my followers there to have heard said over and over again how tirelessly, consistently and tenaciously Eric has worked over the years. That and his stated determination to carry on as long as possible is such a tremendous example and one that I want everyone to hear.

I had a good time talking to Jeremy, a great friend of Eric’s, who in the columns of the Daily Express many years ago accurately predicted, alone amongst journalists at the time, that Eric would win Orpington. We exchanged stories of the Beatles and all sorts of things. He was a bit surprised when I produced a camera from under my robes but when you’ve got a blog to keep up! And I had a good conversation with Barney Leith about our difficulties with Buddhists who want to pick and choose which precepts to keep. We were talking especially about alcohol and Barney said of the Bahá’ís that abstaining from alcohol is one of the things that you do as a Bahá’í and which makes you a Bahá’í and of course it ought to be one of the things you do as a Buddhist.
Afterwards we dropped JW off at the Tube, Lindsey at a bus stop and Eric at the House of Lords and then we beat it back up the M40 to Warwickshire.

A new term has begun and Warwick Uni Buddhist Society met again last Thursday on central campus in room R1.13. This is a better room than we’ve sometimes used but it made me wonder whether there are any environmentalists at Warwick. By the time we finished on that mild autumnal night the room was like a sauna and the contribution to global warming at WU had been impressive.
Unfortunately for the Buddhist Society some of its previous stalwarts have moved on to higher things so now it’s up to Kay, Madam President for this year, to let our presence be known and drum up some fresh interest and new members. And she’s made an excellent and enthusiastic beginning, although we may have to wait a bit for the full effect to be realised.
On Thursday Kay had arranged for me to give an introduction to Buddhism and to be questioned by a young lady from the Warwick Boar, a Warwick student rag. The reason for the interview was not so much our presence as the recent formation of another religious society at Warwick, the Atheist Society! The young lady who was to interview me was writing an article about it for the Boar and sensibly talking to other religious groups to get their views and see how they felt about the arrival on the scene of an Atheist Society. I was told that it could have been things written and said lately by Richard Dawkins that had inspired the formation of this new society. I believe the President of the Atheist Society had already suggested to my interviewer that Buddhism was probably an atheist religion and so she wanted to hear what I had to say about it. Well of course we don’t recognise or believe in the existence of a creator god and in the Brahmajala Sutta the Buddha warns of the danger of clinging to beliefs that are still influenced by greed and hatred and rooted in delusion. So I felt an immediate sympathy when I saw that Dawkins’ book was called The God Delusion and read that he had apparently said in a Channel 4 programme, The Enemies of Reason, in August that: “There are two ways of looking at the world — through faith and superstition, or through the rigours of logic, observation and evidence, through reason.”
I gather we’re meeting in the same room next Thursday from half-past six, when the subject of my discourse is supposed to be The Mind and Meditation and I hope we will also be practising a few minutes of concentrated and clear observation.

Earlier today I nipped down to London to Abell House, home of Prison Service Chaplaincy HQ, for a meeting about a multifaith event that we’re planning for Prisons Week this year.
Originally known as Prisoners’ Week when it began in 1975, Prisons Week is a Christian initiative to pray for, and raise awareness of, the needs of prisoners and their families, victims of crime, prison staff and all those who care.
I have often wondered why it couldn’t include all faiths and one year I remember I did try to have it observed by Buddhists. Now this year thanks to an initiative by Monsignor Malachy Keegan, the Principal Roman Catholic Chaplain to the Prison Service, we are organising in Prisons Week a multifaith celebration to be held in the chapel at Wormwood Scrubs Prison on November 21st with up to two hundred invited guests. Father Malachy has kindly asked me to give the address.

Today there was another march in London in support of the monks in Burma and to keep the terrible situation there from being forgotten. I had been asked to go and I very much wanted to be there but I couldn’t find anyone to take me. Right up until late last night I was still hoping to find a way but without success. I’m very sorry about that.
But that’s the way it is at the moment. We have very few people around who can help us and I have only one or two who I can occasionally call on for a lift somewhere. Without someone to drive me I haven’t been out much lately, which means I’ve done very few prison visits and I haven’t been able to visit Rosemary as often as I would have liked.
Some of you reading this will remember Rosemary. She’s a wonderful lady who used to come here and with utmost generosity supported us in so many ways. The last few years her health has deteriorated and not helped much by a couple of recent stays in Warwick Hospital, where they were incapable of organising someone from five minutes down the corridor to repair her hearing aids, she’s now unable to care for herself and is living in a home for the elderly in Leamington Spa.
But back to this week. Back from the dash to London last Sunday we held a meeting of our Buddha-Dhamma Fellowship Committee and settled on November 11th as the date for the AGM. On Monday evening Tahn Manapo kindly replaced me and went off to Rugby to speak to some cubs who were trying for their Religions badge and on Tuesday we got our car back from the garage where it had been for some expensive repairs. On Wednesday Pie took me to Broadmoor where I’ve been the Buddhist chaplain for many years. I usually go there once a month for a visit that normally last for four or five hours. This time, afterwards, I had an appointment at the nearby Wellington College, which is a large and expensive school founded at about the same time as Broadmoor was built. They are interested in the Buddha Groves that have been built in various prisons and in Broadmoor, which of course is not a prison but a hospital, and are thinking of building one themselves. Unfortunately I couldn’t find the chap I was supposed to meet, so now the plan is for him to come and see me here.
Thursday was Wan Phra, the half moon observance day and it was great to see some Thai ladies bringing food and making merit. That Wan Phra reminded us that with only three weeks left our Vassa this year will soon be over and so this weekend we are anxious to let everyone know that on October 28th we will be having an event here to celebrate the Conclusion of the Vassa.
This afternoon a little party of teachers and students from the school that Matthew teaches at in Bangkok called to see me. They are staying not far from here and travelling daily all over the country to see things of interest, like Stonehenge and Manchester United football ground!
When at first, with no one to drive for me I had to restrict my travel around the prisons, the chance of spending more time here seemed a blessing but as time has worn on I’ve felt increasingly uneasy at letting people down. Fortunately there is a some light now at the end of the tunnel and hopefully I’ll be able soon to get back into my stride.

This week the monks in Burma have won the admiration of the world for their courage and peaceful protests.
To be Buddhist is to try to follow the Buddha’s advice and to maintain our metta, our loving-kindness, even for those who oppress us and who prefer to follow in the footsteps of Mara.
This afternoon we went to London to a gathering at the Peace Pagoda on the South Bank of the Thames in Battersea Park. Burmese monks were there and we joined them for the chanting of the Metta Sutta, the Buddha’s discourse on Loving-Kindness. There were many people present looking on and offering their silent support, English and probably various nationalities, as well as Burmese. A Burmese monk talked briefly in Burmese and then it was my turn to speak in English. What could I say? What can we do? At least let us not give way to anger, nor to despair but let us hope for better things and put our trust in the Buddhist Path and particularly in the power of Metta, of Loving-Kindness, to overcome the dreadful things that we hear of happening now to the monks in Burma. What can we do? Not much, unfortunately but we can show we care and we can make sure that the monks and people who have paid such a price this week are not forgotten and that the cause they have suffered for so dreadfully is not lost or abandoned.
There are more pictures here and the event was reported here.
May all beings be well and happy.

Mark and Jin were here to say goodbye yesterday.

They’re off to South Korea on Thursday, a new experience for Mark who hasn’t yet been to Asia and a new life for Jin who left home alone and returns now with Mark accompanying her. They’ve both been loyal and keen members of Warwick Uni Buddhist Society, they’ve both been on retreats at Bhavana Dhamma and Mark spent several months here helping and driving me. So we’ll miss them. I hope things will work out well for them, that they will continue to practise the Dhamma and above all that they will be happy.
They brought me a couple of farewell gifts, a colourful little model tortoise to add to my collection and a Chinese wall hanging (pictured). I asked a Chinese friend for a translation and this was his answer.
“The Chinese word says 清風高節, let’s have a word by word translation first:

清 -> Pure
風 -> Wind
高 -> High
節 -> Moral Integrity

The whole phrase is an allegory for someone who has a pure character and very high standard of moral integrity.”
So, a lovely present and we had just the right place for it in the room where we eat.

It’s six years since it was last done, so we decided that this year the Shrine Room really had to be painted and this week we finally got around to it. Tuesday afternoon and evening we did the preparation and painted the first half and Wednesday we did the rest.

The part that took the longest was before when we discussed and experimented and finally, eventually, decided on the colour scheme, a subtle shade of off white with a hint of gold, a special mix which I’m happy to say has turned out to be rather splendid but which the photographs don’t really do justice to.

It’s interesting, watching the thought associations and how your mind moves when you’re doing things, especially quiet and simple things. The first job on Tuesday that we all were involved in was the covering with newspapers and dust sheets what we didn’t want painted, the floor, the beams and skirting boards, and the big Buddha Rupa that cannot be moved. Hanging the newspaper over the beams and stapling it brought Hema, now an ex Warwick student,to mind. Why? Well Hema did a degree in psychology and was a student of John Pickering, and yonks ago when we first painted the Shrine Room it was John who invented this method of covering the beams. Spreading old newspaper to protect what we didn’t want spoilt reminded me too of when I was a student. At Drama Centre where I was in Group One, Yat, our great teacher who we all worshipped, knowing that I was pretty broke, asked me to work for him on a Saturday afternoon polishing his brass and silver and antique furniture. This was a tremendous honour and even more so when on the first day having sat me down and got me started he suddenly appeared with a tray of Earl Grey tea, toast and ginger marmalade for me and then sat chatting. I remember him looking at the newspaper that was spread out in front of me with the polish and bits and pieces on it and glancing at some snatches of old news he made some remark about the only time he read the newspaper being when he used it for something else like this. And there were we occasionally pausing for a quick read of some nonsense or other! A couple of times yesterday and today I had to remind those who were working with me that you begin at the top – cleaning, painting, whatever – and work down. And again my mind went back to my student days and one summer when to earn some money I worked for a domestic agency going out and cleaning people’s houses. I did a few sessions for an elderly Jewish lady in one of those big red brick blocks of flats in Marylebone and when I first went there I didn’t really know anything about cleaning and started with the floor and worked up, and she told me off. Perfectly logical really, gravity and all that but I had to be told. I remember too boasting to her that I never read the papers and she told me off about that too. It was the morning when the papers were full of the Great Train Robbery the night before!
Apart from these little mental journeys the painting did get done and well pleased we are with it.

On a balmy late summer’s evening at Springhill Open Prison in Buckinghamshire on September 9th we held our annual celebration at the Springhill Buddha Grove. It was grand to be there again in that very special place, although there were fewer guests this year and for the first time we were without Lord Avebury who was enjoying a well deserved break somewhere in France. Tim Newell, the former Governor conned by Sam Cutler into agreeing to the building of the Buddha Grove all those years ago, was there with his wife, and so was the present Governor, Peter Bennett, and Khun Bancha, the First Secretary from the Royal Thai Embassy. Dominic, an S.O. at Brixton Prison brought Venerable Sangthong Dhammacaro from Wat Buddhapadipa who teaches meditation at Brixton and two Thai monks came from the Oxford Buddhist Vihara. As usual we began at the Buddha Grove with some speeches and the chanting of the Parittas, which brought tears to the eyes of one of the prison officers on duty. Later a surprised inmate who had observed this phenomenon said to the officer that he thought they (officers) had no feelings. Well, just as I have to remind people sometimes that prisoners aren’t only prisoners, so prison officers are people too and we’re all in the same boat, spoilt with greed, aversion and delusion and having to struggle with our suffering one way or another. It’s that very omnipresent problem of suffering that Buddhism addresses head on. Once again I told the story of the building of the Buddha Grove way back in 1992 when Sam Cutler and his partner in time conceived and built it, Sam doing the organising, conning the Governor and getting other inmates with their numerous skills involved, while Ian shifted the concrete and managed the site. While we were enjoying our little ceremony at the Buddha Grove an army of Thai cooks and helpers were down at the kitchens perfecting the banquet they’d spent the afternoon preparing. So as soon as I’d shut up, down everyone trooped to the dining hall where the Thais were ready to feed the entire prison and guests. Everyone who spoke to me afterwards said how delicious the food was, and I’m sure it was with some of the best Thai restaurants in the country represented in that kitchen. Afterwards we returned to the Buddha Grove for the candlelit circumambulation, pictured above.
My thanks and appreciation to everyone who made the evening such a brilliant success. Anumodana!

The day before, at the Forest Hermitage, we’d had one of our quarterly Angulimala workshops for Buddhist Prison Chaplains. In the morning was Angulimala’s AGM, when we broke with tradition and successfully accepted the accounts. Then in the afternoon Phil Wheatley, the Director General of the Prison Service, (with me in the picture) kindly spent a couple of hours with us talking to about the current state of the prisons and answering questions and responding to what our Buddhist chaplains had to say. It was very kind of him indeed to give up a Saturday afternoon for us. It was much appreciated and we were deeply grateful.

First of all, I haven’t been out and about much lately because, although one or two kind people have helped with a drive or two, I don’t now have a regular driver. Which means that if there’s some reliable chap out there who’s not yet ready to be a monk but who would like to live in a monastic and disciplined setting, do a bit of practice, help out and drive, we’d love to hear from him. Failing that, just someone to drive, please.

Last Sunday, the nine day August retreat concluded with all the retreatants walking over from Bhavana Dhamma to see me and pay their respects, and for me to meet them. They were glowing and obviously had had a very good time of it.

Now we’re assessing the jobs that need to be done or finished. We’d like to alternate a week of doing jobs with a week of more formal practice. Whether that’ll really work out remains to be seen because there is so much to do to run a place like this and here it’s not like Thailand with a village of willing hands ready to come along and cheerfully help out when needed. Never mind, we will continue to do our best but we mustn’t lose sight of what we’re really here for.