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How tantra began
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How [[tantra]] began
Thus have I heard. Once upon a time, the Buddha—Siddhartha Gautama—was droning on, in his customary way, about virtue, blah blah, holiness, blah blah, while having sex with some random goddess.
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[[Thus have I heard]]. Once upon a [[time]], the Buddha—Siddhartha Gautama—was droning on, in his customary way, about [[virtue]], blah blah, holiness, blah blah, while having {{Wiki|sex}} with some random [[goddess]].
They were doing it sitting up, because Buddhas have a fetish for that.
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They were doing it sitting up, because [[Buddhas]] have a fetish for that.
They were surrounded by the usual motley crew: gods, demons, vampires, cannibal witches, arhats, bodhisattvas, and suchlike mythical creatures.
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They were surrounded by the usual motley crew: [[gods]], {{Wiki|demons}}, vampires, cannibal witches, [[arhats]], [[bodhisattvas]], and suchlike [[mythical]] creatures.
Partway through his sermon, the Buddha ejaculated and died.
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Partway through his {{Wiki|sermon}}, the [[Buddha]] ejaculated and [[died]].
  
This is the opening of the Buddhadkapala, a Tantric Buddhist scripture, whose title means “The Drinking-cup Made From The Buddha’s Skull.”
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This is the opening of the Buddhadkapala, a [[Tantric Buddhist]] [[scripture]], whose title means “The Drinking-cup Made From The [[Buddha’s]] Skull.”
The bodhisattva Vajrapani, who had been trying to look interested during the lecture, was sitting next to a witch named Citrasena, who was smoking hot.
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The [[bodhisattva]] [[Vajrapani]], who had been trying to look [[interested]] during the lecture, was sitting next to a witch named Citrasena, who was [[smoking]] [[hot]].
Smoking hot if you’re into scary goth chicks, anyway. Vajrapani wasn’t sure, but figured this was his chance to try some moves on her.
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[[Smoking]] [[hot]] if you’re into scary goth chicks, anyway. [[Vajrapani]] wasn’t sure, but figured this was his chance to try some moves on her.
“So, hey, babe, what did you think of today’s dharma talk? Pretty awesome, huh?”
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“So, hey, babe, what did you think of today’s [[dharma talk]]? Pretty awesome, huh?”
 
Not waiting for her to answer, he went on:
 
Not waiting for her to answer, he went on:
  
“The only thing is, all that fancy stuff is probably good for somebody, like maybe if you are extremely nice. But seriously, who’s got time for it? Real people, like you and me—we’re into sex and violence, not a bunch of pious blather. This Buddhism junk isn’t going to do us any good. You know, what I want to hear is methods for people like us to gain power.”
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“The only thing is, all that fancy stuff is probably good for somebody, like maybe if you are extremely nice. But seriously, who’s got [[time]] for it? {{Wiki|Real}} [[people]], like you and me—we’re into {{Wiki|sex}} and {{Wiki|violence}}, not a bunch of pious blather. This [[Buddhism]] junk isn’t going to do us any good. You know, what I want to hear is methods for [[people]] like us to gain power.”
  
Citrasena ignored him, because (1) she thought he was a retarded troglodyte, and (2) she was a necrophiliac.
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Citrasena ignored him, because (1) she [[thought]] he was a retarded troglodyte, and (2) she was a necrophiliac.
That was an extremely good thing. If she hadn’t been a necrophiliac, there might never have been any tantra, and we’d still be stuck listening to virtue, blah blah, holiness, blah blah.
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That was an extremely good thing. If she hadn’t been a necrophiliac, there might never have been any [[tantra]], and we’d still be stuck listening to [[virtue]], blah blah, holiness, blah blah.
The Buddha was rotting, and that was getting her hot and wet. She was staring at him and breathing hard.
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The [[Buddha]] was rotting, and that was getting her [[hot]] and wet. She was staring at him and {{Wiki|breathing}} hard.
Did you know, by the way, that Gautama had a special retractible penis that he could slide back into his pelvis? And a tongue so long he could lick his ears? Several Theravada scriptures say so.
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Did you know, by the way, that [[Gautama]] had a special retractible penis that he could slide back into his pelvis? And a {{Wiki|tongue}} so long he could lick his {{Wiki|ears}}? Several [[Theravada]] [[scriptures]] say so.
 
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[[File:Dakini mog2.jpg|thumb|250px|]]
Gautama Buddha was hardly immune to a sexy witch ogling him. By now, his neck tendons had rotted away, and his skull fell off and landed on the ground, thud.
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[[Gautama Buddha]] was hardly immune to a sexy witch ogling him. By now, his neck tendons had rotted away, and his skull fell off and landed on the ground, thud.
What with having just died, and being seriously hot for her, he wasn’t feeling completely coherent, but his skull managed to spit out a mantra:
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What with having just [[died]], and being seriously [[hot]] for her, he wasn’t [[feeling]] completely coherent, but his skull managed to spit out a [[mantra]]:
  
Om Buddhe Siddhe Susiddhe Amṛita Arje Buddha Kapāla Sphoṭanipātaya Trāsaya Hūṃ Ho Phat
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Om Buddhe Siddhe Susiddhe [[Amṛita]] Arje [[Buddha]] [[Kapāla]] Sphoṭanipātaya Trāsaya [[Hūṃ]] Ho Phat
Naturally, considering the circumstances, this was a damn potent mantra. So the first thing it did was zoom down to hell, where it clobbered a bunch of gigantic snake demons who were Up To No Good.
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Naturally, considering the circumstances, this was a damn potent [[mantra]]. So the first thing it did was zoom down to [[hell]], where it clobbered a bunch of gigantic {{Wiki|snake}} {{Wiki|demons}} who were Up To No Good.
Then it zoomed back up and into Citrasena’s vagina. It slid up through her central channel (now well-lubricated) and into her brain.
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Then it zoomed back up and into Citrasena’s vagina. It slid up through her [[central channel]] (now well-lubricated) and into her {{Wiki|brain}}.
The snake demons were intimidated and impressed by this display of power. They weren’t used to being clobbered by anything, let alone unpronounceable words (even if they were all in Small Caps). So they bopped up to heaven, where their supernormal perception located the awesome weapon.
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The {{Wiki|snake}} {{Wiki|demons}} were intimidated and impressed by this display of power. They weren’t used to being clobbered by anything, let alone unpronounceable words (even if they were all in Small Caps). So they bopped up to [[heaven]], where their supernormal [[perception]] located the awesome weapon.
  
Surprised, they prostrated to Citrasena, and begged her for teaching.
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Surprised, they prostrated to Citrasena, and begged her for [[teaching]].
  
 
Fixing them with a ferocious stare, she began to speak. And what she said was—
 
Fixing them with a ferocious stare, she began to speak. And what she said was—
—was the rest of the Buddhadkapala Tantra, which is about sex, power, and violence.
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—was the [[rest]] of the Buddhadkapala [[Tantra]], which is about {{Wiki|sex}}, power, and {{Wiki|violence}}.
And how does that make you feel?
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And how does that make you [[feel]]?
  
You might find this story slightly odd. You may have some feelings about it.
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You might find this story slightly odd. You may have some [[feelings]] about it.
I got it from Ronald Davidson’s Indian Esoteric Buddhism: A social history of the tantric movement (pp. 248–250). I have retold it in contemporary language, and invented some details, because Davidson gives only a summary, not a translation. I’ve made only slight changes to the plot, to put more focus on Citrasena, and less on Gautama and Vajrapani.
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I got it from Ronald Davidson’s [[Indian]] [[Esoteric Buddhism]]: A {{Wiki|social}} history of the [[tantric]] {{Wiki|movement}} (pp. 248–250). I have retold it in contemporary [[language]], and invented some details, because Davidson gives only a summary, not a translation. I’ve made only slight changes to the plot, to put more focus on Citrasena, and less on [[Gautama]] and [[Vajrapani]].
If you are outraged, you can imagine I made it all up. However, as Davidson says (p. 277), it’s impossible to parody the tantric scriptures, because they are as over-the-top, as blasphemous, and as absurd as it is possible to be.
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If you are outraged, you can [[imagine]] I made it all up. However, as Davidson says (p. 277), it’s impossible to parody the [[tantric]] [[scriptures]], because they are as over-the-top, as blasphemous, and as absurd as it is possible to be.
 
[[File:Dakini Fatakeshto.JPG|thumb|250px|]]
 
[[File:Dakini Fatakeshto.JPG|thumb|250px|]]
Someone made the story up. It doesn’t matter who; what matters is how it makes you feel.
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Someone made the story up. It doesn’t [[matter]] who; what matters is how it makes you [[feel]].
So how does it make you feel? Maybe you can pause and check, before reading on.
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So how does it make you [[feel]]? Maybe you can pause and check, before reading on.
 
A choice of heroes
 
A choice of heroes
As literature, Buddhist scripture is a sub-genre of heroic fantasy fiction. The author of each scripture invented a hero to embody a vision of what an ideal Buddhist should be.
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As {{Wiki|literature}}, [[Buddhist scripture]] is a sub-genre of heroic fantasy fiction. The author of each [[scripture]] invented a [[hero]] to embody a [[vision]] of what an {{Wiki|ideal}} [[Buddhist]] should be.
The earliest scriptures, I suspect, were the Jatakas, whose heroes included a judge, a tree spirit, a parrot, a merchant, and so on.
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The earliest [[scriptures]], I suspect, were the [[Jatakas]], whose heroes included a judge, a [[tree]] [[spirit]], a {{Wiki|parrot}}, a {{Wiki|merchant}}, and so on.
Then someone invented Gautama, who was such an appealing character that all the Jataka heroes were retconned as his previous incarnations. Gautama’s tale was retold and embroidered and expanded for centuries. It has enduring appeal; Stephen Batchelor and Richard Gombrich invented new versions just a couple years ago.
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Then someone invented [[Gautama]], who was such an appealing [[character]] that all the [[Jataka]] heroes were retconned as his previous [[incarnations]]. Gautama’s tale was retold and embroidered and expanded for centuries. It has enduring appeal; Stephen Batchelor and Richard Gombrich invented new versions just a couple years ago.
  
Often, though, new times need new heroes. The Heart Sutra puts Gautama in the background, and makes Avalokiteshvara its hero. Avalokiteshvara was a new kind of hero: a “bodhisattva.” The Heart Sutra contrasts Avalokiteshvara with Shariputra, an old kind of hero—an “arhat”—clearly inferior.
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Often, though, new times need new heroes. The [[Heart Sutra]] puts [[Gautama]] in the background, and makes [[Avalokiteshvara]] its [[hero]]. [[Avalokiteshvara]] was a new kind of [[hero]]: a “[[bodhisattva]].” The [[Heart Sutra]] contrasts [[Avalokiteshvara]] with [[Shariputra]], an old kind of hero—an “arhat”—clearly {{Wiki|inferior}}.
The author of the Vimalakirti Sutra made his hero a wealthy businessman, whose understanding of emptiness surpassed all Gautama’s monks’.
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The author of the [[Vimalakirti Sutra]] made his [[hero]] a wealthy businessman, whose [[understanding]] of [[emptiness]] surpassed all Gautama’s [[monks]]’.
Buddhist tantra reintroduced an exuberant diversity of heroes: prostitutes, arms merchants, demons, and thieves. But whereas the Jatakas are childish fables teaching simplistic morals, the Tantras—and their heroes—are philosophically sophisticated and ethically challenging.
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[[Buddhist tantra]] reintroduced an exuberant diversity of heroes: {{Wiki|prostitutes}}, arms {{Wiki|merchants}}, {{Wiki|demons}}, and thieves. But whereas the [[Jatakas]] are childish fables [[teaching]] simplistic {{Wiki|morals}}, the Tantras—and their heroes—are {{Wiki|philosophically}} sophisticated and [[ethically]] challenging.
 
Why does this work?
 
Why does this work?
  
Never mind religion—the tale of Gautama and Citrasena is a great story. It’s funny and shocking and inspiring at the same time.
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Never [[mind]] religion—the tale of [[Gautama]] and Citrasena is a [[great story]]. It’s funny and shocking and inspiring at the same [[time]].
Citrasena is a fascinating character. Reading every sentence, I think: Wow—I wonder what happens next?
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Citrasena is a fascinating [[character]]. Reading every sentence, I think: Wow—I wonder what happens next?
I think: Holy cow! You can explain Buddhism like this? I want to do that! (So I am.)
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I think: {{Wiki|Holy}} {{Wiki|cow}}! You can explain [[Buddhism]] like this? I want to do that! (So I am.)
This is not my usual reaction to scripture, most of which is excruciatingly boring.
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This is not my usual {{Wiki|reaction}} to [[scripture]], most of which is excruciatingly boring.
Maybe you hate my Buddhadkapala; and that is fine. There are many Buddhisms, each defined by its hero—or heroine. You can take your pick; or you can tell your own tale.
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Maybe you [[hate]] my Buddhadkapala; and that is fine. There are many [[Buddhisms]], each defined by its hero—or heroine. You can take your pick; or you can tell your own tale.
 
The boring decent guy, or the scary goth chick?
 
The boring decent guy, or the scary goth chick?
Stephen Batchelor’s modern Gautama is a decent, sensible, hard-working guy, doing his best in difficult circumstances. I found his tale surprisingly moving. I like this Gautama a lot. He reminds me of myself, frankly.
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Stephen Batchelor’s {{Wiki|modern}} [[Gautama]] is a decent, sensible, hard-working guy, doing his best in difficult circumstances. I found his tale surprisingly moving. I like this [[Gautama]] a lot. He reminds me of myself, frankly.
  
He’s dull, though: noble, perhaps, but not inspiring. The story is too realistic for my taste. Realism is good for journalism, reporting facts; but scripture is fiction, envisioning possibilities. Realistic fiction is tiresome: never as surprising as real life, and usually more depressing.
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He’s dull, though: [[noble]], perhaps, but not inspiring. The story is too realistic for my {{Wiki|taste}}. Realism is good for journalism, reporting facts; but [[scripture]] is fiction, envisioning possibilities. Realistic fiction is tiresome: never as surprising as {{Wiki|real}} [[life]], and usually more depressing.
Most tantras ignore Gautama; he’s irrelevant. The Buddhakapala shows why: he dies, but passes the torch.
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Most [[tantras]] ignore [[Gautama]]; he’s irrelevant. The Buddhakapala shows why: he [[dies]], but passes the torch.
The story gently satirizes Gautama, but honors his legacy. Gautama provides the mantra. For tantra, the mantra is the vital spark, the key that unlocks the whole system. Gautama may never have existed, but we respect his legend anyway.
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The story gently satirizes [[Gautama]], but honors his legacy. [[Gautama]] provides the [[mantra]]. For [[tantra]], the [[mantra]] is the [[vital]] spark, the key that unlocks the whole system. [[Gautama]] may never have existed, but we [[respect]] his legend anyway.
  
 
Still: he is, at best, undead.
 
Still: he is, at best, undead.
Citrasena was invented around 700 A.D., a time when Buddhist institutions had completely collapsed. The founder-hero had failed. If Buddhism was going to survive, it would have to be totally reinvented. As I wrote:
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Citrasena was invented around 700 A.D., a [[time]] when [[Buddhist]] {{Wiki|institutions}} had completely collapsed. The founder-hero had failed. If [[Buddhism]] was going to survive, it would have to be totally reinvented. As I wrote:
  
Buddhism had to become a religion that embraced chaos, and provided tools for making creative use of it. It could no longer be a religion for those with the leisure to engage in full-time practice. Instead, the everyday life of busy people had to become religious practice in itself. Buddhism had to provide immediate practical benefits. Tantra was the Buddhism that met those needs.
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[[Buddhism]] had to become a [[religion]] that embraced {{Wiki|chaos}}, and provided tools for making creative use of it. It could no longer be a [[religion]] for those with the leisure to engage in full-time practice. Instead, the everyday [[life]] of busy [[people]] had to become [[religious]] practice in itself. [[Buddhism]] had to provide immediate practical benefits. [[Tantra]] was the [[Buddhism]] that met those needs.
I have retold Citrasena as a Buddhist heroine for the present: another age when Buddhist institutions are collapsing, a time of chaos and rapid social change, when Buddhism’s survival depends on demonstrating practical value to busy lay people. Buddhism has to offer more than pious blather and a dubious promise of abstract salvation in an impossibly distant future. It must, and can, say something useful about difficult topics like sex, power, and violence.
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I have retold Citrasena as a [[Buddhist]] heroine for the present: another age when [[Buddhist]] {{Wiki|institutions}} are collapsing, a [[time]] of {{Wiki|chaos}} and rapid {{Wiki|social}} change, when [[Buddhism’s]] survival depends on demonstrating practical value to busy [[lay people]]. [[Buddhism]] has to offer more than pious blather and a dubious promise of abstract {{Wiki|salvation}} in an impossibly distant future. It must, and can, say something useful about difficult topics like {{Wiki|sex}}, power, and {{Wiki|violence}}.
Gautama was an insider, one of the 1%. Kings listened respectfully to his courtly discourses. It was not difficult for British Buddhists of the late 1800s to reinvent him as a Victorian gentleman. (As David McMahan recounts.)
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[[Gautama]] was an insider, one of the 1%. [[Kings]] listened respectfully to his courtly discourses. It was not difficult for {{Wiki|British}} [[Buddhists]] of the late 1800s to reinvent him as a Victorian gentleman. (As David McMahan recounts.)
  
Citrasena is an outsider: a black woman, an anarchist, a pervert. Her power comes from her otherness; from her willingness to go where no respectable person would dare.
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Citrasena is an outsider: a black woman, an anarchist, a pervert. Her power comes from her otherness; from her willingness to go where no respectable [[person]] would dare.
I imagine her rather like Lisbeth Salander, the heroine of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. She wears spiked black leather and has a tongue piercing. She reads vile adult comic books. Sex with her is memorable, but not many people would want to repeat it.
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I [[imagine]] her rather like Lisbeth Salander, the heroine of The Girl with the [[Dragon]] Tattoo. She wears spiked black leather and has a {{Wiki|tongue}} piercing. She reads vile adult comic [[books]]. {{Wiki|Sex}} with her is memorable, but not many [[people]] would want to repeat it.
  
She spends most of her time exploring the darkest recesses of the internet, in pursuit of eldrich powers. Sometimes she works out a mantra like:And then gigantic snake demons—the Bank of America, Altria, the government of Syria—wake up to find that certain confidential emails have been posted on 117 anonymous web sites. Clobbered by a line of incomprehensible gibberish.
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She spends most of her [[time]] exploring the darkest recesses of the internet, in pursuit of eldrich [[powers]]. Sometimes she works out a [[mantra]] like:And then gigantic {{Wiki|snake}} demons—the Bank of {{Wiki|America}}, Altria, the government of Syria—wake up to find that certain confidential emails have been posted on 117 anonymous web sites. Clobbered by a line of incomprehensible gibberish.
 
There’s a bit of Citrasena in me—and in everyone.
 
There’s a bit of Citrasena in me—and in everyone.
But can a necrophiliac witch be as noble as Gautama? Or do transgressive outsiders just cause trouble?
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But can a necrophiliac witch be as [[noble]] as [[Gautama]]? Or do transgressive outsiders just [[cause]] trouble?
  
  

Latest revision as of 18:26, 8 October 2013

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How tantra began Thus have I heard. Once upon a time, the Buddha—Siddhartha Gautama—was droning on, in his customary way, about virtue, blah blah, holiness, blah blah, while having sex with some random goddess. They were doing it sitting up, because Buddhas have a fetish for that. They were surrounded by the usual motley crew: gods, demons, vampires, cannibal witches, arhats, bodhisattvas, and suchlike mythical creatures. Partway through his sermon, the Buddha ejaculated and died.

This is the opening of the Buddhadkapala, a Tantric Buddhist scripture, whose title means “The Drinking-cup Made From The Buddha’s Skull.” The bodhisattva Vajrapani, who had been trying to look interested during the lecture, was sitting next to a witch named Citrasena, who was smoking hot. Smoking hot if you’re into scary goth chicks, anyway. Vajrapani wasn’t sure, but figured this was his chance to try some moves on her. “So, hey, babe, what did you think of today’s dharma talk? Pretty awesome, huh?” Not waiting for her to answer, he went on:

“The only thing is, all that fancy stuff is probably good for somebody, like maybe if you are extremely nice. But seriously, who’s got time for it? Real people, like you and me—we’re into sex and violence, not a bunch of pious blather. This Buddhism junk isn’t going to do us any good. You know, what I want to hear is methods for people like us to gain power.”

Citrasena ignored him, because (1) she thought he was a retarded troglodyte, and (2) she was a necrophiliac. That was an extremely good thing. If she hadn’t been a necrophiliac, there might never have been any tantra, and we’d still be stuck listening to virtue, blah blah, holiness, blah blah. The Buddha was rotting, and that was getting her hot and wet. She was staring at him and breathing hard. Did you know, by the way, that Gautama had a special retractible penis that he could slide back into his pelvis? And a tongue so long he could lick his ears? Several Theravada scriptures say so.

Dakini mog2.jpg

Gautama Buddha was hardly immune to a sexy witch ogling him. By now, his neck tendons had rotted away, and his skull fell off and landed on the ground, thud. What with having just died, and being seriously hot for her, he wasn’t feeling completely coherent, but his skull managed to spit out a mantra:

Om Buddhe Siddhe Susiddhe Amṛita Arje Buddha Kapāla Sphoṭanipātaya Trāsaya Hūṃ Ho Phat Naturally, considering the circumstances, this was a damn potent mantra. So the first thing it did was zoom down to hell, where it clobbered a bunch of gigantic snake demons who were Up To No Good. Then it zoomed back up and into Citrasena’s vagina. It slid up through her central channel (now well-lubricated) and into her brain. The snake demons were intimidated and impressed by this display of power. They weren’t used to being clobbered by anything, let alone unpronounceable words (even if they were all in Small Caps). So they bopped up to heaven, where their supernormal perception located the awesome weapon.

Surprised, they prostrated to Citrasena, and begged her for teaching.

Fixing them with a ferocious stare, she began to speak. And what she said was— —was the rest of the Buddhadkapala Tantra, which is about sex, power, and violence. And how does that make you feel?

You might find this story slightly odd. You may have some feelings about it. I got it from Ronald Davidson’s Indian Esoteric Buddhism: A social history of the tantric movement (pp. 248–250). I have retold it in contemporary language, and invented some details, because Davidson gives only a summary, not a translation. I’ve made only slight changes to the plot, to put more focus on Citrasena, and less on Gautama and Vajrapani. If you are outraged, you can imagine I made it all up. However, as Davidson says (p. 277), it’s impossible to parody the tantric scriptures, because they are as over-the-top, as blasphemous, and as absurd as it is possible to be.

Dakini Fatakeshto.JPG

Someone made the story up. It doesn’t matter who; what matters is how it makes you feel. So how does it make you feel? Maybe you can pause and check, before reading on. A choice of heroes As literature, Buddhist scripture is a sub-genre of heroic fantasy fiction. The author of each scripture invented a hero to embody a vision of what an ideal Buddhist should be. The earliest scriptures, I suspect, were the Jatakas, whose heroes included a judge, a tree spirit, a parrot, a merchant, and so on. Then someone invented Gautama, who was such an appealing character that all the Jataka heroes were retconned as his previous incarnations. Gautama’s tale was retold and embroidered and expanded for centuries. It has enduring appeal; Stephen Batchelor and Richard Gombrich invented new versions just a couple years ago.

Often, though, new times need new heroes. The Heart Sutra puts Gautama in the background, and makes Avalokiteshvara its hero. Avalokiteshvara was a new kind of hero: a “bodhisattva.” The Heart Sutra contrasts Avalokiteshvara with Shariputra, an old kind of hero—an “arhat”—clearly inferior. The author of the Vimalakirti Sutra made his hero a wealthy businessman, whose understanding of emptiness surpassed all Gautama’s monks’. Buddhist tantra reintroduced an exuberant diversity of heroes: prostitutes, arms merchants, demons, and thieves. But whereas the Jatakas are childish fables teaching simplistic morals, the Tantras—and their heroes—are philosophically sophisticated and ethically challenging. Why does this work?

Never mind religion—the tale of Gautama and Citrasena is a great story. It’s funny and shocking and inspiring at the same time. Citrasena is a fascinating character. Reading every sentence, I think: Wow—I wonder what happens next? I think: Holy cow! You can explain Buddhism like this? I want to do that! (So I am.) This is not my usual reaction to scripture, most of which is excruciatingly boring. Maybe you hate my Buddhadkapala; and that is fine. There are many Buddhisms, each defined by its hero—or heroine. You can take your pick; or you can tell your own tale. The boring decent guy, or the scary goth chick? Stephen Batchelor’s modern Gautama is a decent, sensible, hard-working guy, doing his best in difficult circumstances. I found his tale surprisingly moving. I like this Gautama a lot. He reminds me of myself, frankly.

He’s dull, though: noble, perhaps, but not inspiring. The story is too realistic for my taste. Realism is good for journalism, reporting facts; but scripture is fiction, envisioning possibilities. Realistic fiction is tiresome: never as surprising as real life, and usually more depressing. Most tantras ignore Gautama; he’s irrelevant. The Buddhakapala shows why: he dies, but passes the torch. The story gently satirizes Gautama, but honors his legacy. Gautama provides the mantra. For tantra, the mantra is the vital spark, the key that unlocks the whole system. Gautama may never have existed, but we respect his legend anyway.

Still: he is, at best, undead. Citrasena was invented around 700 A.D., a time when Buddhist institutions had completely collapsed. The founder-hero had failed. If Buddhism was going to survive, it would have to be totally reinvented. As I wrote:

Buddhism had to become a religion that embraced chaos, and provided tools for making creative use of it. It could no longer be a religion for those with the leisure to engage in full-time practice. Instead, the everyday life of busy people had to become religious practice in itself. Buddhism had to provide immediate practical benefits. Tantra was the Buddhism that met those needs. I have retold Citrasena as a Buddhist heroine for the present: another age when Buddhist institutions are collapsing, a time of chaos and rapid social change, when Buddhism’s survival depends on demonstrating practical value to busy lay people. Buddhism has to offer more than pious blather and a dubious promise of abstract salvation in an impossibly distant future. It must, and can, say something useful about difficult topics like sex, power, and violence. Gautama was an insider, one of the 1%. Kings listened respectfully to his courtly discourses. It was not difficult for British Buddhists of the late 1800s to reinvent him as a Victorian gentleman. (As David McMahan recounts.)

Citrasena is an outsider: a black woman, an anarchist, a pervert. Her power comes from her otherness; from her willingness to go where no respectable person would dare. I imagine her rather like Lisbeth Salander, the heroine of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. She wears spiked black leather and has a tongue piercing. She reads vile adult comic books. Sex with her is memorable, but not many people would want to repeat it.

She spends most of her time exploring the darkest recesses of the internet, in pursuit of eldrich powers. Sometimes she works out a mantra like:And then gigantic snake demons—the Bank of America, Altria, the government of Syria—wake up to find that certain confidential emails have been posted on 117 anonymous web sites. Clobbered by a line of incomprehensible gibberish. There’s a bit of Citrasena in me—and in everyone. But can a necrophiliac witch be as noble as Gautama? Or do transgressive outsiders just cause trouble?


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