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Cao Dai Integrates World Religions

Expands to California

New America Media, News Feature, Andrew Lam Posted: Sep 06, 2009

We are descendants of Mr. Lam Quang Ty, my sister Nancy tells the group of dark skinned old men in white pajamas. They are sitting on the tile floor at the entrance of the famous and colorful Holy See, better known as Cao Dai Temple in Tay Ninh province, bordering Cambodia. Were here to look for his grave and to pay tribute, Nancy continues.

Behind us a small American film crew working for PBS records our every move. They have followed me back to Vietnam as part of the documentary, My Journey Home.

It is Saturday and the place is packed with worshipers and, relegated to the upstairs balcony, camera-toting foreign tourists. Men and women in red, white, yellow and blue robes streamed in and out the Holy Sees vast hall. At its far end, the round, nine-foot diameter All-Seeing Eye, the temples sacred symbol, looks impassionedly down from its pedestal at its kneeling faithful. Somewhere on the second floor, a band composed of monochord zithers, bamboo xylophones, lutes and gongs, is playing a doleful tune. There are dozens of disciples sitting around on the cool floor at the side entrance talking and drinking tea.

Saying Great Grandfathers name out loud to them during recess is a shot in the dark. I follow my sisters declaration with a lengthy explanation as to how we are related to him and who he was. A wealthy Vietnamese living under French colonial rule in the 1930s, Great Grandfather Ty contributed money and land to the Cao Dai religion as it was being founded. I remember, when I was a child in Saigon, I used to look at a faded black and white photo of him in a linen suit and hat standing next to his sleek Citroen, smiling brightly.

Even when exiled to backward Tay Ninh by the French for speaking up against colonial rule, he continued to throw lavish parties many foreign dignitaries drove up from Saigon to attend. But when the French found out hed been supporting not only the Cao Dai sect but also the underground nationalist movement, he fled to Siam, now Thailand, where he died. Members of the Holy See smuggled his body back to Tay Ninh province soon after for a secret burial in the rubber plantation he once owned.

My father, in his own memoir, The Twenty-Five Year Century, recounted a rainy trip to the province for his grandfathers belated funeral, going by horse cart at night in stealth, pretending to be peasants for fear of being caught by the French. Father must have been seven or eight years old. As I clung to the corner of the seat, listening to the singsong of the small bells that danced under the horses neck and watching the dim lights of the small petroleum lamp that swung under the roof eave of the carriage, he writes, I panicked at the thought of some tiger suddenly surging from the roadside bush.

Andrew at cao dai temple

That was a long, long time ago. There are no tigers left in Vietnam and much of the jungle of old have all been slashed and burned. I had doubted anyone would remember Great Grandfather Ty some seven decades later. My sister and I and the film crew had expected at least a day of searching for the right people, if we were lucky.

But there is a commotion among the older men the moment my great-grandfathers name is mentioned and while I am still trying to explain to them who Great Grandfather was, one man, in white pajamas and very dark skin, stands up rather abruptly. We were told about your trip, he says without much fanfare, so we knew you were coming. Follow me.

Im taken aback. We seem to hit the jackpot at first try! Cao Dais All-Seeing Eye aside, its global ear, I come to realize at that moment, is to be reckoned with. He tells us a certain Mr. Long, an old friend of our fathers and a devout member of Cao Dai, had sent a letter from Los Angeles to tell temple members that we were coming.

What happens next happens so fast it feels like were all in a trance. We get into our air-conditioned van with the film crew and, under the old mans instruction, our chauffeur drives a few kilometers away from the main temple complex, passing smaller temples and hamlets until we reach a rubber plantation. The man, about 70, gets out. He moves like a teenager, jumping over small puddles, wading through muddy patches, and climbing small knolls without pause. He treks barefoot. Dressed in simple white pajamas, he seems like an apparition among the rubber trees.

We keep going, deeper into the plantation with no apparent markers. It is quiet all around, except for the occasional bird and constant humming of cicadas and mosquitoes. Behind me and my sister, the cameraman, who is from Spain, the director, a Mexican, and the soundman, a Brazilian, struggle to follow us while recording it all. Looking at them I am thinking: How apropos it is that an international crew is following two very well-traveled Vietnamese Americans who are searching for the grave of a man who helped spur a religion that in turn embraced the entire world.

The majority of Vietnamese practice Tam Giao or Three Religions-- Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism. Accepting all three and making them work without too much conflict is a Vietnamese tendency and impulse. Taoism is part of our cosmology, its men-cosmos correspondence seeps in the way we cook, build our houses, take our medicine, exercise, and explain the weather. Buddhism provides solace and peace and spiritual guidance. Confucianism insures social orders and familial harmony, imparts rituals and filial piety within the family and clan.

But Caodaism, in comparison with Vietnams many other religions, is a newcomer, and syncretistic and monotheistic in nature. It goes a step further than Tam Giao. Cao Dai literally means high tower attempts to integrate and reconcile disparate major world religions. Graham Greene, in his classic The Quiet American, called Cao Dai prophecy of planchette," as its spiritualists receive messages of wisdom from various saints through means of sance. "Christ and Buddha looking down from the roof of a Cathedral on a Walt Disney fantasia of the East, he writes, dragons and snakes in technicolor."

Great grandfather was an acquaintance of one of Cao Dais co-founders, Pham Cong Tac, who was a French educated civil servant, but who quit his post in the French government to construct the Holy See. Great Grandfather reportedly loved the concept of integrated world religions, which is the tenet of Caodaism, a realization that all religions have one same origin, and therefore not to discriminate against each other but to love. Cao Dai seems to be the Vietnamese spiritual effort to embrace globalization long before the term existed, reconciling Christianity, Islam, with Eastern thoughts.

In its cosmos it perceives Hinduism, Judaism, Zoroastrianism, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Christianity, Islam are all human efforts to worship and communicate with the one Supreme Being. It is why on top of the Holy Sees spires theres a Buddhist swastika, a Christian cross, an Islams crescent moon and a Hindus Om symbol. The temple counts Moses, Joan of Arc, Louis Pasteur, Vietnamese poet and prophet Trang Trinh, Sun Yat-Sen, Victor Hugo, and Jesus among its many saints.

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