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Winter
Always Turns to Spring
By Sandira Michael, HQ Young Woman’s
Leader, North West London
Those
who believe in the Lotus Sutra are as if in winter, which never fails to
turn into spring. Never have I heard of winter turning into autumn. Nor
have I ever heard of any believer in the lotus Sutra who remained a common
mortal. A passage from the sutra reads, “Among these who hear of this Law,
there is not one who shall not attain Buddhahood.”
––From the Gosho “Winter
Always Turns to Spring”
I first met this practise in 1985 when
Helmut asked me to play percussion at a local meeting. I did evening Gongyo
and chanted before being dragged out by my then-husband, with the comment
that I wasn’t to get involved with those weirdos.
A year later in March 1986, I was
sitting in a Tri-Star jet on the runway at Sri Lanka airport when a 10-ton,
Tamil Tiger Bomb blew my plane in half, killing 22 of my fellow passengers.
The only reason I’m still here is that I was given another boarding pass
as I went through the transit lounge, which took me from the back of the
plane to the front of second class –– out of the range of the blast. I
injured my back in the crush, trying to get out, and for the next 48 hours
I thought they would get me. I was afraid to be alone, thinking terrorists
would leap out from behind the curtains or up through the loo and machine
gun us all to death.
I chanted on that occasion but I also
thanked God, Allah, and anyone else out there just for good measure.
I didn’t meet the practise again until
a year later on tour in Ireland with John Konnel Hinks. I wasn’t happy.
My marriage was breaking up and I was feeling more and more disconnected
with everyone. What he said made sense so I just gave it a go, and kept
going, no matter what.
Eventually I stopped jumping at loud
bangs or being afraid of crowded places. I figured I was lucky and that
my lesson was in realising the damage that being in a war situation does
to people, the mental and emotional scars it leaves. And I realised that
without the Gohonzon it takes years and generations to let go of the effects
of war. I thanked the universe for protecting me and tried to get on with
life.
My back went from bad to worse. I
found it hard to sit with my palms together to chant and was exhausted,
developed a severe candida infection, and had an underactive thyroid to
boot. I was very fortunate to see the best osteopaths and receive massages
from my friend Irene for practically nothing for years. I got accident
compensation and then slowly my back settled to a workable state.
I met another man and fell in love,
but I was so caught up in the fear of losing him that I never found time
to chant about my health. I thought I was just stuck with it, so I endured.
The emotional cause of candida infection is said to be (according to Louise
Hay) “demanding and untrusting in relationships.” I figured that by concentrating
on my relationship karma I would improve my health. And, as I made each
breakthrough, I would find a more appropriate health regime for my illnesses
and get that much closer to being well (but not my back).
About seven years into my practise
I decided to do Keibi at Taplow Court. Rather unusually for me, I went
with no shopping list, just a determination to offer myself for Kosen Rufu.
I had a real struggle staying awake through my hour’s diamoku in Toda Hall
every day. I drank copious amounts of coffee, and even marched on the spot,
to try and stay awake. Somehow, on the Thursday of that week, I broke through.
On Friday morning, I was going for my break and walked out of the old building
heading towards the cedar walk. As I passed under the oak tree I felt a
rush of energy up my spine and what can only be described as bliss. I knew
without a shadow of doubt that I was at that point where winter turns to
spring. I couldn’t see it yet, but the buds were there. There was absolutely
no reason to be afraid ever again, and all my desires would come true.
In terms of a lifetime, it can take a long time for those buds to appear.
I had to have faith.
The major and most fundamental change
came 3 years ago when I started chanting to understand the master disciple
relationship. Quite by accident, one day I found myself chanting to develop
a connection to President Ikeda (Sensei). Literally before my eyes, I saw
on one side my ex-boyfriend and on the other, Sensei. I had to make a choice!
Well, the boyfriend thing was long gone so I thought, what the hell, I
choose Sensei.
I started to chant to understand Sensei’s
heart and to develop an abundant life force like his. The first goal helped
me understand what Kosen Rufu was all about; the second had a dramatic
effect on my health. I suddenly found an Ayurvedic doctor who diagnosed
my thyroid problem, and cleared up my candida. I felt well for the first
time in years. (But we didn’t look at my back problems –– I was sure that
that would never change!)
I did 3 Trets courses in 18 months,
fitting in two Keibi in that time, followed by two other courses. At the
last two Trets courses, I had two major panic attacks, the first ones in
years. One about a bomb in London for New Year 1999. The second was a rough
landing at Stansted, which had every one cheering and myself scared to
death. I thought I was going to die!
In my daily life, I had been having
disaster after disaster. If anything could break down, blow up, or fall
to bits –– in that time period, it did! (Although I always ended up with
a better car/computer/watch/whatever, each time.)
Then in September 2000, I decided
to try chanting to trust the Gohonzon, saying "I trust you, Gohonzon; I
trust you, Gohonzon; I trust you, Gohonzon."
Everything just changed at that point
–– it was like coming out of the bad dream that I’d been in for 14 years.
By connecting with Sensei and chanting to trust the Gohonzon, I brought
myself out of the post-traumatic stress I had suffered. This, for those
of you who have no notion of this disorder, is a miracle (it is caused
by extreme shock or trauma –– in my case the bombing). Most people do not
recover without a lot of help. Some never do.
Then I went to a new cranial osteopath.
He started by telling me he’d never seen a back more traumatized. The only
person who came close, he said, was someone who’d been in the Athens earthquake.
Why hadn’t anyone ever told me this before? Because I had been too traumatised.
He’d never met anyone so crooked, thinking she was straight. He then said
not to worry; that my back was telling him it wanted to straighten up.
I was (in effect) shaped like a banana
with only two thirds of my lungs working. It was so scary and exciting
at the same time that I just ran around telling everyone. I went back over
the bombing in my mind and realised that all this time I had been feeling
guilty for having survived, and terribly afraid to live. Inside, I was
still hiding in case the terrorists found me and shot me for having survived.
Coming out from post-traumatic stress is like learning to live again.
I was standing in front of the mirror
in my lounge, saying over and over in my mind “I want to live –– I have
the courage to live –– I want to live,” and, before my eyes, I watched
my back straighten up. Like a sci-fi movie, only real. My osteopath is
amazed at how fast things have changed and improved for me. He even asked,
“What’s the rush?” I had to reply that my deadline is May 3rd, 2001, when
I take responsibility for Kosen Rufu as Sensei’s disciple.
I know my family is riddled with fear.
It’s always "don’t do this," "don’t do that," "you’ll fail!" On a very
deep level, we are afraid to live. I had to be in that bombing and I had
to start chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, because it was the only way I could
change my family karma. I have no regrets!
Originally published
in the UK Express.
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