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076-Stories from China - Buddhism in daily life
076-Stories from China - Buddhism in daily life
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Jun 17, 2022
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Stories from China
A reader keeps asking for stories from my time in China.
The first time I was there was almost 40 years ago, entered via Hong Kong, then continued by train until I arrived at Shaolin Temple after many stops.
At that time I didn't understand a word of Chinese, but I had a translation computer with me (yes, that existed at that time), with which I managed more badly than well.
On the way in a Chinese sleeper car, surrounded only by Chinese, I felt pretty stupid. What a stupid idea I had, what a stupid idea, with every kilometer the doubts grew. To the Shaolin Temple, I, the spoiled billionaire's son (my father Rolf Deyhle owned (almost) all the musicals in Germany at that time (CATS, Starlight Express, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon), the big entertainment shows were firmly in Swabian hands.
And I was simply on the road, to a temple, I felt so stupid. Why not go back to New York, party nicely, or to Milan, meet beautiful women. No, to a temple the trip should go. In a men's magazine there was a report about the home of Chinese Kung Fu, I was electrified, I wanted to go there. I had always done martial arts, fit "like a fiddle" all my life, almost addicted to sports, despite all my faults like a wind-up man.
There I was sitting in this train, my fellow passengers were getting drunk the whole way, there was smoking and cooking in this compartment. The people were so friendly, I was the first foreigner they had met.
I interrupted the trip near the Chinese provincial capital of Xian, where I went to see the Terracotta Army, which was supposed to guard the first emperor of China in the realm of the dead. An impressive affair, wonderfully sculpted soldiers, each figure different, incredible.
After extensive amazement, I gathered my courage to continue towards the temple, the train went to ZhengZhou. Again drinking fellow passengers, I began to learn Chinese, already obeying the need.
The sanitary conditions were adventurous, my father gave me on the way: "Who makes a journey, can experience something". And that's exactly how it was, the smells, the food prepared on the train, simple but kind people who wanted to make China "palatable" to me. And they managed to do that, collectively they took care of the foreigner.
But I doubted more and more my state of mind.
In the next few days I will continue to tell the story.
The way is the goal!
As a flame goes out from the wind, is blown away and concepts no longer fit, so is the wise man freed from "spirit and body": He can no longer be grasped conceptually
- Buddha - honorary name of Siddharta Gautama - 560 to 480
Copyright: https://shaolin-rainer.de
(Please also download my app "Buddha-Blog English" from the Apple and Android stores)
A reader keeps asking for stories from my time in China.
The first time I was there was almost 40 years ago, entered via Hong Kong, then continued by train until I arrived at Shaolin Temple after many stops.
At that time I didn't understand a word of Chinese, but I had a translation computer with me (yes, that existed at that time), with which I managed more badly than well.
On the way in a Chinese sleeper car, surrounded only by Chinese, I felt pretty stupid. What a stupid idea I had, what a stupid idea, with every kilometer the doubts grew. To the Shaolin Temple, I, the spoiled billionaire's son (my father Rolf Deyhle owned (almost) all the musicals in Germany at that time (CATS, Starlight Express, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon), the big entertainment shows were firmly in Swabian hands.
And I was simply on the road, to a temple, I felt so stupid. Why not go back to New York, party nicely, or to Milan, meet beautiful women. No, to a temple the trip should go. In a men's magazine there was a report about the home of Chinese Kung Fu, I was electrified, I wanted to go there. I had always done martial arts, fit "like a fiddle" all my life, almost addicted to sports, despite all my faults like a wind-up man.
There I was sitting in this train, my fellow passengers were getting drunk the whole way, there was smoking and cooking in this compartment. The people were so friendly, I was the first foreigner they had met.
I interrupted the trip near the Chinese provincial capital of Xian, where I went to see the Terracotta Army, which was supposed to guard the first emperor of China in the realm of the dead. An impressive affair, wonderfully sculpted soldiers, each figure different, incredible.
After extensive amazement, I gathered my courage to continue towards the temple, the train went to ZhengZhou. Again drinking fellow passengers, I began to learn Chinese, already obeying the need.
The sanitary conditions were adventurous, my father gave me on the way: "Who makes a journey, can experience something". And that's exactly how it was, the smells, the food prepared on the train, simple but kind people who wanted to make China "palatable" to me. And they managed to do that, collectively they took care of the foreigner.
But I doubted more and more my state of mind.
In the next few days I will continue to tell the story.
The way is the goal!
As a flame goes out from the wind, is blown away and concepts no longer fit, so is the wise man freed from "spirit and body": He can no longer be grasped conceptually
- Buddha - honorary name of Siddharta Gautama - 560 to 480
Copyright: https://shaolin-rainer.de
(Please also download my app "Buddha-Blog English" from the Apple and Android stores)
Released:
Jun 17, 2022
Format:
Podcast episode
Titles in the series (100)
001-Buddhism in daily life - Mental strenght by Buddhism in daily life - Mindfulness in every day tasks