Guy Armstrong

A richly informed, practical guide to Buddhism's most subtle teaching. Guy Armstrong has been a leading figure and beloved teacher of insight meditation for decades. In this book, he makes difficult Buddhist topics easy to understand, weaving together Theravada and Mahayana teachings on emptiness to show how we can liberate our minds and manifest compassion in our lives.

The incredible action/drama/sci-fi/bustblocking/hypercongealing/d20 rolling totally epic romance novel. Johnny, Mark and Andrew fight against the evil necromancer bad guye Wordsworth, whose bikini may or may not be getting rumpled when the boys' maths teacher, Mr. Woodcock, has a few ideas about doing some extra revision. But oh no Johnny is in love with Deborah, who only cares about problems in society Oh, and the rugby. But oh no again Johnny must battle against evil And he only has a nuclear bomb Will he win? Will he lose? Oh, duality Oh, oh society Are his abs hot enough for him to romance his beau? Will he be safe from the aardvark Wordsworth sneakily bought for Mark, to take to the park? All this, and less, in... The Conspiracy...

If everything is empty, then what ceases in Nirvana and is born in rebirth? How can you live in the world without feeling trapped by it? Guy Armstrong tackles these questions and more in this richly informed, practical guide to emptiness for the meditator. It may seem odd for emptiness to serve as the central philosophy of a major religion. In fact, emptiness points to something quite different than "nothingness" or "vacancy." And by developing a richer understanding of this complex topic, we can experience freedom as we live consciously in the world. Guy Armstrong has been a leading figure and beloved teacher of insight meditation for decades. In this book, he makes difficult Buddhist topics easy to understand, weaving together Theravada and Mahayana teachings on emptiness to show how we can liberate our minds and manifest compassion in our lives.

... I was balancing a vodka, a whiskey, and a wine in one hand, three beers in the other, and was pouring some Peruvian corn port shots out along the dash. This was foolish because I needed at least two hands free to make horrendous finger gestures, and another to throw empties into the yards I was racing through on my way home... ... the next day police found me at an equality rally for signs. I'd only had eleventy-threenty-six twelvety twelve twelve seventy-five-hundredy-twelve eight eight ninety thirteenty-one beers, and I wasn't even drunk. I had six beers in my chest pocket of my T-shirt... My name's Guy and hi. This is a tale of a few of my lives in the old student days. With little gnomes in jelly. And slamming whirlwinding metal gigs...