A monk spent 45 minutes in a Taco Bell drive-thru waiting for a Chalupa that never came. Instead, he found enlightenment between three hot sauce packets. Craving, waiting, disappointment—samsara has never tasted so spicy.
Ok. Now for some synchronicity. minute ago in my in box from a recycling site I follow, they just sent out a notice for a recycling program for used sauce packets from Taco Bell.
There is probably a message in there. Just cracked me up.
Even the universe recycles its punchlines. First a monk finds God in a Chalupa, then Taco Bell offers redemption for used fire sauce. Enlightenment really does come with free refills.
Not weird at all! Leonard Cohen lived like a monk who snuck out of the monastery for cigarettes and late-night wisdom. If anyone could find God in a Taco Bell drive-thru, it was the man who sang hallelujahs with a cracked voice and a hungry heart.
I don't claim enlightenment, but I did wait outside a Krispy Kreme Doughnuts shop for 45 minutes once, waiting for the light to be flipped on - to let those of us gathered like heroin addicts outside a trap house know the doughnuts are 'hot and fresh.' I heard stories reminiscent of every probation office waiting room I've ever been in during the wait and I realized we probably all had a problem with both ADHD and golden, delicious, covered in melted sugary glaze doughnuts...
Krispy Kreme as sangha. The neon sign as a tantric initiation. You waited for the red light like a pilgrim waits for relics to glow. And the glazed donut? A communion wafer for the sugar-addled faithful. Blessed be the cult of hot and fresh.
Of course it’s your destiny. Every mystic eventually finds their temple, yours just happens to smell like refried beans and burnt coffee. Two tacos as sutras. Styrofoam cup as chalice. Blessed be your pilgrimage to the Border of Nirvana.
Susie, raccoons are the true monks of the alley—washing their food like ritual, eating scraps like Eucharist, sneaking wisdom from the dumpster of empire. If that image landed as gospel, then the scrolls are working. Blessed be the ones who find holiness where the world only sees trash.
This will one day become known as The Chalupa Parable, admired by the Buddha himself!
Ok. Now for some synchronicity. minute ago in my in box from a recycling site I follow, they just sent out a notice for a recycling program for used sauce packets from Taco Bell.
There is probably a message in there. Just cracked me up.
Even the universe recycles its punchlines. First a monk finds God in a Chalupa, then Taco Bell offers redemption for used fire sauce. Enlightenment really does come with free refills.
Is it weird that I read this and pictured Leonard Cohen?
Not weird at all! Leonard Cohen lived like a monk who snuck out of the monastery for cigarettes and late-night wisdom. If anyone could find God in a Taco Bell drive-thru, it was the man who sang hallelujahs with a cracked voice and a hungry heart.
Oh I laughed!!!!!!!!!!! This was brilliant.
Bought a second copy of the “New New Testament”. My first copy is somewhere in a box..
Anyway - I had never read the about the Acts of Paul and Thecla.
I also saw something that Thecla was “The Female Apostle that Christianity (Purposely) forgot”
Interesting - another one that this current administration’s attempt at forced religion will attempt to deny AGAIN.
Prejudice and hatred didn’t stop The Lord’s anointing of Thecla no matter how many times they tried to kill her.
These evil people aren’t going to stop The Lord’s Grace that’s coming now.
“Attachment burns hotter than salsa.” 😂😂😂
I don't claim enlightenment, but I did wait outside a Krispy Kreme Doughnuts shop for 45 minutes once, waiting for the light to be flipped on - to let those of us gathered like heroin addicts outside a trap house know the doughnuts are 'hot and fresh.' I heard stories reminiscent of every probation office waiting room I've ever been in during the wait and I realized we probably all had a problem with both ADHD and golden, delicious, covered in melted sugary glaze doughnuts...
Krispy Kreme as sangha. The neon sign as a tantric initiation. You waited for the red light like a pilgrim waits for relics to glow. And the glazed donut? A communion wafer for the sugar-addled faithful. Blessed be the cult of hot and fresh.
How did you read my mind?
That’s where I go
Taco Bell is my Destiny
During my 6 mile walk
To reach Nirvana with
Two Tacos and coffee
Of course it’s your destiny. Every mystic eventually finds their temple, yours just happens to smell like refried beans and burnt coffee. Two tacos as sutras. Styrofoam cup as chalice. Blessed be your pilgrimage to the Border of Nirvana.
Laffed for three straight minutes reading it. Great for oxygenation, burning nerve pain & fragile mental attitudes. 👍👍👍 must read lol
Love it! Thanks!
The image of him crouching near the dumpster with the raccoons is perhaps the best spiritual message ever, VMB! You get me. 👏🏻🤣💜
Susie, raccoons are the true monks of the alley—washing their food like ritual, eating scraps like Eucharist, sneaking wisdom from the dumpster of empire. If that image landed as gospel, then the scrolls are working. Blessed be the ones who find holiness where the world only sees trash.
Blessed be you, sweet man. 💜
And I immediately shared it with my sister who I imagine will be as moved to both laughter and healing as was I. 💜🤣💜🤣💜🤣
https://music.apple.com/us/album/savoring-samsara/1367710238?i=1367710467
One of my favorite songs ❤️