49
Buddhas: Lama Rinzen in the Hell Realm
Lama
Rinzen Mystery Series Book 1
by
Jim Ringel
Genre:
Mystery
49 Buddhas tells
of Lama Rinzen in the Hell Realm—a realm of confusion, shifting
ground, and anger.
Lama
Rinzen awakens from meditation to find himself reincarnated as a
detective on Denver’s Colfax Avenue. Immediately he realizes that
once again he has been reborn into the Hell Realm—this time charged
with finding insurance man Sonny Heller’s killer. Rinzen believes
finding Heller’s killer will lead to the Sacred Dorje, which has
eluded the lama for many lifetimes. By finding the Dorje, he will
become a bodhisattva, allowing him to lead all sentient beings to
Nirvana. But should the Dorje escape his grasp, Rinzen will be forced
to suffer yet another lifetime in Hell, haunted by past demons and
his failure to achieve enlightenment.
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I,
Lama Rinzen, awake from meditation and am reborn on Denver’s Colfax Avenue.
What
to see? A darkened apartment. Paper window shades. An altar with a Buddha
statue in the center.
Pool
balls break beneath the floorboards.
And
a telephone rings.
What
to see, what to hear? That once again I am reborn into the Hell Realm.
Can
I never escape?
The
air feels pinched and cold. I see a baby crib in the corner. Beneath the baby
crib, a telephone rings.
My
only hope, that this is the lifetime I find the dorje. If only I touch it,
immediately I will achieve enlightenment. Not just my enlightenment.
Enlightenment for all.
A
telephone rings. I lift its cradle between ear and shoulder.
“I’m
looking for Rinzen Naraka. You him?” the phone asks.
“I
am.”
“Police
headquarters here, detective. Thank goodness you answered. A crime down in the
warehouse on 33rd and Josephine, and your number’s up.”
“Number?
I am not a detective,” I confess. At least I cannot recall being a detective.
Not this lifetime. Not any other. “Why call me? I do not know why Americans
kill one another.”
“Look,
work with me here. A big shot insurance guy goes and gets himself sliced. Insured
some trinket shipment from Asia, and then gets killed.”
I
shift the phone from one ear to the other. “Trinket shipment? From where
exactly in Asia?”
He
harumphs slightly. “I don’t know. Asia. How big can it be?”
“Let
me ask. Does the shipment include a dorje?”
“Dorje?
Detective, I don’t want to tell you your business. Find who killed the
insurance man first. Start at the beginning. Work your way through it, like a
detective might. Yeah. Sure, there’s a dorje. I don’t know. Why not?”
Start
at the beginning. Find the killer. Because a shipment came in from Asia, and
the killer probably did what he did to get his hands on the dorje.
Of
the ten negative actions, killing is the worse. Worse than Wrong View. Worse
than spreading gossip or having bad sex.
“Look.
Go down and talk to Inspector Fernandez,” the telephone says. “33rd
and Josephine.”
I
do not know this place, 33rd and Josephine. I do not know anyone
named Fernandez.
All
I know is my mission in life. In all lifetimes. To be a bodhisattva. To bring
all beings to enlightenment.
That
is how I get out of Hell.
Jim is a Buddhist practitioner who writes and explores Buddhism in his every day life. His previous works include the novel Wolf, a "sales-werewolf" noir set in a world where vanquished dogs return seeking revenge, and where salesmen sell products they cannot understand.
Jim writes the Writing Like a Buddha blog (www.WritingLikeaBuddha.com), and lives in Colorado with his Tibetan Terrier, Rascal, who is both inspiration and teacher.
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1 comments:
Love the premise of this book.
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