The Factory Mantra

I worked in a factory as a kid of 16  in the mid 80s it was dark, shitty, loud, full of metal shavings and heat from the foundry.  The guys who worked hard there did so for little pay including my Dad. They would often use a phrase when machines went down; of which most had not been replaced since the 40’s or 50’s.

“The f*ckin f*ckers f*ckin f*ucked”

This was often shouted, in different dialects from Black Country (‘Yam Yams’) Brummie (‘Yo Yos’) and the local town (‘Cabbage Gnawers’) dialect. The f’s were just the right set of words to use in that male dominated environment and kept us amused through hard laborious shifts.

I think this would be a good mantra…..saying the Holy Mantra of True Enlightenment….the ‘Four F’s Mantra’ several malas a day should soon bring on swift deep realizations 😉

Did the Buddha ever slip in dog shit?


Thought a banana would be less eww 🙂


Did the Buddha ever slip in dog shit? I doubt it by all accounts. I do….well metaphorically, as in the UK there’s a heavy fine for leaving your dog’s poop on the pavement. Unlike my 70’s childhood of slipping in dog crap on the pavements regularly. Now a days there is none…. well a lot less, so the chance of surfing the literal brown stuff is low….shame really.

Again metaphorically, as the real event can result in broken bones, a slip up is good for us. And since awakening to my/our true nature man have I slipped up many a time, and I dare say will continue to do so.

Life I believe wants us to have egos to operate but not to be egocentric. And life will bring us what ever is needed to wake us up to the truth of what is…..with a sense of humour and compassion.