Sex, Drugs and a Buddhist Monk by Luke Kennedy

Author:Luke Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rockpool Publishing
Published: 2022-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

The ego loves attachment. Have you ever tried to meditate or pray and all you can feel is your loud mind chirping away? That’s the ego knowing you’re in the process of separating from it and detaching yourself from your thoughts. The ego is scared of this, knowing that if you slow your thinking and allow your true self, your spirit, to shine then the ego will have its powers over you lessened.

I often listened to my dad telling us to ‘trust in Jesus’. He would also go on telling us about the church he attended at Sydney’s Town Hall on Sundays for mass and during the week for Bible study. I loved that Dad found religion as it kept him sane and calm, mostly. It helped in those times when he would normally snap. He still loses his temper occasionally, but now at least he reflects on it afterwards.

‘So, you continue to pray, Luke, every day and it will get fixed,’ my white-blond, kneeling friend said.

‘I do pray every day,’ I proudly responded. I did pray, often speaking to whomever was listening and asking for things I wanted. This was genuine and I think he could feel it, as he smiled brightly once again. There were a few thousand people walking around and many tourists lying down and using their suitcases as pillows, not knowing what to do. In that moment, though, it felt like I was at home on my couch chatting to an old friend, that’s how comfortable he made me feel.

‘I will give you one last prayer before I go,’ he announced as he bent down to hug my leg again.

‘What the fuck is going on here? Who’s this cunt?’ I heard from over my right shoulder. We both looked up as Ruben grabbed his suitcase.

‘Ruben, this is . . . Sorry, man, I don’t even know your name.’ I hoped the introduction would make him forget about what Ruben had just said.

‘It’s Xavier,’ he said, standing up from his crouched position.

‘Ruben, this is Xavier, he’s from South Africa.’ Ruben shook his hand lightly without looking at him.

Xavier wrote down his email address on my cardboard drug bag. He asked that I email him to let him know that all was well and to keep in touch. I later lost that bag in Bangkok, something I regret to this day. If you are reading this, Xavier, all is well.

Ruben placed our suitcases across my thighs and my crutches on top of those. As he started pushing me I could barely see over the top. ‘Hey, I spoke with our insurance company,’ Ruben said from behind as he continued to push.

‘Yeah, big help they are,’ I sarcastically responded.

‘Nah, they cover when shit like this happens,’ Ruben continued. ‘They are going to pay for a hotel close to here. They want a place close ’cause they reckon we will be going home tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow?’ I said, shocked. ‘Man, I need to go home now!’ I felt my spirit leave my body.

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