Unfortunately, it is a time of sorrow and meditation in our little tibetan village. As I am sure many of you have heard from our village yak, the hermit known as Crazy Uncle, who lives in the cave by the Pemakochung monastery has recently passed away.
Even though I live in close proximity to the Tantric Buddhist practitioner, I, myself, do not know anything about him. As the years went by, he removed himself from his cave less and less, until the point where he never really resurfaced. The only reason why he was found recently is because some of the villagers, who were on route to the Pemakochung monastery for prayer, acknowledged an interesting odor coming from the cave.
It is times like these where we as Buddhist practitioners are abruptly confronted with the wheel of life, karmic formations, impermanence and the indestructible effects of samsara. It is incredibly easy to lose our paths along the way but we always ensure ourselves that we will have time to enact positive karma and change our course. Thus, when the time comes for us to take our last breaths and our consciousness to flow to another realm, we will be reborn even better. However, we cannot always wait for the right time to complete these positive karmic actions, or get on the right path, or follow the four noble truths, or acknowledge the ultimate reality from the relative one. That time may never come and like the God of death, Yama, which holds the wheel of life in his hands, our lives are impermanent and the moment we get attached to it, it can easily disappear. It is for this reason that we should always be the best Buddhist practitioners we can be. Live by the four noble truths and the noble eightfold path, live with bodhicitta and remove all defilements so we can finally see our buddhanature inherent to all sentient beings. Unfortunately, since many of us did not actually know Crazy Uncle, none of us can really attest to the kind of Buddhist practitioner he was. Despite this, I am writing to you all today with suggestions for how to treat his body and carry out rituals surrounding his death in our village before it becomes too late. Furthermore, I asked some of the monks at the Pemakochung monastery for a more in-depth explanation about Buddhist death for myself and in case some of you in our village are not entirely aware what this process entails and where it falls in the broader scheme of Buddhist cosmology. They pointed me to the Tibetan Book of the dead or Bardo Thodol, and with the aid of this newfound knowledge, I begin my explanation.
I hope that after this lengthy description and explanation of the Tibetan Book of the dead, we will be able to come together as villagers and help the Crazy Uncle to the best of our abilities reach liberation, despite our lack of knowledge about his life in this realm.