Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Thusita

story I had to write for extension english. We had to create a utopia, enjoy!


Year unknown


Day 357



The world of the past saw “religion” so misconstrued, today, religion is life.



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Year unknown

Day 383



Every day is a new life and fresh beginning. Every morning is the world made anew. As light dawns upon this world, Thusita, we again resume our journey to goodness, a search for self fulfilling equilibrium. We cherish our life as humans, a divide between the heaven we aspire to and hell.



I have lost count of the years gone by since our saviour Maitriya sought the end to suffering. Creating a world free of burdensome suffering, free of “I” and “my” devoid of the poisons of greed, hatred and delusion. Destiny’s portentous eye was fooled. Fate was determined by the good of our “lives”.



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Year unknown

Day 401



My name is Samita Vajrya. I am human, just human in a plight to overcome the cycle rebirth. Yet I’ve come to detach myself from that title, diminishing any notion of self. As Maitriya said, “it is the “self” that gives rise to craving, craving which gives rise to suffering and As we experience suffering we will slip into the abyss of hell from which our past has clawed out.





Deemed by society as unfit as a source of spiritual purity, I strive to do further good in this life. To inch further to the heavens in my next birth. Many of my days are spent providing for those spiritually pure. Technology is said to have always been the same since Maitriya’s days, yet Thusita is void of instruments which stimulate the vast notion of self. We only produce what is necessary to sustain ourselves. I comply with any task as assigned to me by those spiritually pure, whose karma is said to be clean from the good of their past lives. They are left to lives of solitude so they may answer life’s questions. Finding enlightenment, they bathe in its wholesomeness; the impure like me must serve them enduringly. I must repay them for the good done in their past being…



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Year unknown

Day 461



“We are products of nature, so we must all strive to do good and strive to serve the pure so that we may never return to it.”



Words claimed by our leader Nagasena, thoughts that lay deep in my mind not truly fathomed. Yet who could ascend to such greatness? Such a being translucent in the opaque husk of my perception. The leader of the temple, he is the purest of all beings, he is Maitriya on earth. I could never interpret Maitriya’s words, on how to escape the affliction we live in. It is only with the Nagasena’s wisdom that such thoughts can be construed, conveyed to us all.



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Year unknown

Day 508



As the days dwindle to glowing embers I make my visit to the temple. Sanctum to our suffering so tainted, it is the centre of our world. It is the temple who decides the course of our life, the clarity of our inner nature. Senior monks grade a child at birth on the standard of their purity and goodness of our past. To think a child having had no shape upon life could so easily be made the next Nagasena or classed impure, having to face a life of service.



I imagine such beauty of the temple would be misconstrued to those before our era. Their tale of torment is one often told, so that we may never walk a path of such anguish. Yet I often question how they could find such beauty in the bleak angles and aesthetic perfections of their lives, as if they could fool Nature’s superiority. Fool heaven and hell. The temple and all who inhabit it emulate Maitriya’s teachings, to find harmony with nature to find an empyrean and conquer suffering. The trees are akin with the buildings constantly yearning to be closer to one another. Concrete walls wear ashen faces as years have gone by, like old men with sullen faces. Here the Nagasena resides striving for further perfection, purifying of what little ill will remains dormant. Priests are in abundance, a sea of saffron coloured robes. Our great haven of Thusita does not discriminate to those who wish to join the order and follow Maitriya’s teachings. Yet we must all comply with the world’s order, the pure must be served by the impure. As such the temple is divided by kismet as well. We are a society that praises a simple lifestyle of unity and peace. Yet how can we stand when even the Temple - our chaste sanctuary - is so divided by the conflict of goodness. The pure must always walk ahead of those considered unworthy, sit closest to the Nagasena in chanting, wear the finest silk robes as opposed to the cloth rags worn by their underlings.





I wonder, am I really such a loathsome speck of society? Though it must be these thoughts that result in my current being, am I still running blind to suffering’s stifling embrace? I must strive harder, I must be born anew.



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Year unknown

Day 543



This world, this life maybe it’s not truly meant for me. I am a hue of grey in life’s artwork; I am a shade, only to be forgotten. I am not an individual, worthy of note or name. Society merely views me as another cog in the machine. A life to merely be of service to those of a greater purpose, so that they may strive for a higher existence. Without the chance to contemplate life’s questions and my own suffering I shall never ascend to the heavens. For who am I really? To be judged impure from my birth quells all that can come of my life. We live in hope to find enlightenment upon life’s questions and ascend to heaven, yet this is a fate uncertain, none have climbed to its peak to have returned to tell of its tale.



Is Maitriya world really one so free of suffering? Oh how I wish for the world prior to Maitriya, where one’s worth was not determined by an uncontrollable past, a fate determined right from the outset. Rather one would live for the will of today, an individual could pave their own tomorrow.



No more shall I stand for my own futility. To find a path out of life’s incessant suffering not by the Maitriya’s, Nagasena’s or temples accord but of my own. What use is it to live life after life of such little worth only to inch closer to the inevitable passage to hell? I will pave my own path to this seemingly unattainable enlightenment; I will find my own inner sanctum.



As I conclude this final entry I shall begin life anew. To go beyond a life of mere service and to mark a new horizon.

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