Attracted by the Hare Krishnas
Walking along Middle Abbey Street on a cold January Saturday, I passed the door of the Hare Krishna Temple. There was almost a temptation to go in and say ‘hello.’ They would be considerably more pleasant than those who now stand in O’Connell Street haranguing passers-by
The Hare Krishna people were always very distinctive: saffron trousers, white tops, short pigtails tieds at the back, drums and finger cymbals.
The Hare Krishna people were frowned upon by two men with whom I once shared a house. They went on to be Hindu monks for a while, before one returned to social work, Catholicism, and got married, and the other went to work for an insurance company.
I think they regarded the Hare Krishna crowd as insufficiently serious, or perhaps it was the other way round and they thought them too extreme; it was all beyond my comprehension, (much like the church is to most people).
The Hare Krishna people provide a bit of colour in an otherwise fairly monotone Ireland. There’s not much in the way of the esoteric in Ireland. There’s a low and dull Roman Catholicism, that doesn’t compare with the music and the liturgy of their counterparts in many parts of Europe – not for Ireland the Baroque churches and Mozart masses of Austria – and there is an even lower and even more dull Protestant tradition.
What about a bit of variety? England is full of all sorts of esoteric groups, well, Somerset is, anyway. The sort of people who believe in crystals and pyramids and ley lines and rebirthing. Maybe it is mostly fruitcake stuff, but it is different.
What do we have in Ireland by way of the esoteric?
There are the Freemasons, but their stuff is all on the Internet anyway and wandering around with rolled up trouser legs, a noose around your neck, while muttering strange oaths is hardly very imaginative. On the Catholic side, there are people who see apparitions in tree trunks or hear voices from heaven.
Christian tradition is full of a sense of the numinous, a sense of sacredness, a sense of moments and places that are in some way other than ordinary life; such a sense seems to have disappeared. Even the new churches offer no such experience, they seem filled with wannabe rock musicians and preachers who think repeating propositions is a convincing form of argument. Perhaps the loss of the old liturgies, the Latin Mass, the Elizabethan Prayer book, represented a recognition that a sense of the sacred, a sense of difference, had gone.
There are few opportunities now of finding that which is different; few things equivalent to the sort of thinking that would make you dress up in baggy saffron trousers and go dancing down the street singing, ‘Hare Krishna’.
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