The colours of fall are upon us. This can only mean on thing:
FLASH BACK TIME!
Rewind four and a half months, location: a world away – Continent: Asia
Come with me as we take a tour to…
Translation: It’s Temple Time.
When we were nearing our time in Mongolia, our team took a morning to tour the biggest temple in the city (and therefore, country) with out language teacher and a friend. Wow. We should have done that the first week we got there, in my opinion.
Eye-opening, mind-blowing, heart-twisting.
That’s what the experience was.
The leaves here in Canada are changing to yellow and red. These are two important colours in Buddhism, one of the main religion of Mongolia. Second to Buddhist beliefs comes Animism – beliefs in the spirit world and that natural objects other than humans also posses spirits/souls.
Obviously, I am simplifying things immesly here and do not claim to understand much of what is involved in either religion.
On top of these two belief systems, I learned a new word and concept: Syncretism. That’s where people mix elements of different religions into one pot of stew; sometimes where you pick out the flavours you like but other times where you just throw everything together because you’re afraid it might not turn out right.
And to be honest, I can’t remember the significance of red and yellow, and suspect some of it may depend on context. I just know they show up a lot.
Like in these prayer wheels. Prayer wheels are lines of cylinders that “house” different prayers, or have prayers or engravings on them or tucked inside. Every time the cylinders are turned, it causes those prayers to be “prayed.”
(I’m sorry for my explanations. In-depth, they are not. I cringe at the simplicity and think some refreshing research is in order.)
Inside one of the main buildings, surrounding a massive golden idol several stories tall, there were hundreds of old, tin wheels. We watched a very old, hunched lady slowly, slowly, turn every single one. I remember thinking “she must have a lot of prayers…”
One thing that surprised me was the way things were taken care of at the temple: they weren’t.
We saw many broken, dented prayer wheels and lots of things were grubby and dirty. I wouldn’t want to touch them.
In front of the largest statue of the golden buddha there was an offering box, filled with paper money representing 10, 20, and 50 Tugriks – some of the lowest amounts you can give, a fraction of a bus price.
I had to marvel. Wouldn’t you want to honour your god with the best? Wouldn’t you want to fix something that was broken? In my culture, to let it sit in disrepair is to show you don’t care.
I don’t know if it was a cultural thing or religious. Both? Things are so intertwined…
Here you’ll see some splashes of milk on a wall. There are splatters on the picture above this one as well. At first, I thought it was just a “grimy” thing and didn’t know why the walls were so “dirty.”
In context, however, the milk is not viewed as “Dirty” but “pure.” The white substance represents purity and I don’t remember why it is splashed on the wall. I do know it represents purity and it’s common practice for white things (food especially) to be used in rituals in instances outside the temple as well, such as journeys and holidays and festivities.
There were also pigeons EVERYWHERE.
People will often feed the pigeons here to earn merit and good favour, both now and in the hopes of a better next life. The fattest birds in the country live here.
And in this place as I watched the people pray, I prayed too, but to another God.
I prayed to my God,
the one who is Living and Active;
who cannot be housed in tin or gold.
Maker of All Things, the Everlasting One, giver of Life and Peace.
Such a different perspective I have…