Showing posts with label kawasaki. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kawasaki. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Alcohol: The Drunk Cats Sutra (Jat. 512)

Kumbha Jataka — The Fifth Precept (Jataka 512) from Jataka Tales of the Buddha, Part III retold by Ken and Visakha Kawasaki edited by Dhr. Seven, Ashley Wells, Xochitl, Wisdom Quarterly
Mom, can we be drunk cats for Halloween? - Honey, it's may we. We talked about this.
.
I like to stick my paw in jars and drink up.
At that time Sabbamitta was the king of Savatthi. He welcomed two merchants, Sura and Varuna, and asked them what they wanted. They asked for large quantities of ingredients to make an alcoholic brew and many huge jars. After they had combined the recipe, they put it into the jars and tied a cat to each to stand guard against rats.

As the brew fermented, it began to seep out. And the guard cats lapped up the potent drink that ran down the sides, became intoxicated, and laid down to sleep.

Rats snuck in and nibbled at their ears, noses, and tails. The king's men were shocked and reported that the cats tied to the jars had died from drinking. "Surely these merchants must be making a poison!" the king concluded. He immediately ordered them to be beheaded.

As Sura and Varuna were being executed, their last words were, "Sire, this is liquor! [It's poisonous but] tastes good!" After putting the alcohol merchants to death, the king ordered the jars to be broken.

By then, however, the effects of the alcohol had worn off the cats, and they were playing merrily with hangovers. The guards reported this to the king. [Oops, said the king, let's throw a party.]

How drinking alcohol began
Kumbha Jataka ("Jug Birth Story") — The Fifth Precept (Jat 512) edited by Wisdom Quarterly
This poison will make me forget for a while, and I will break all Five Precepts at once.
.
Once upon a time, while the Buddha was residing at Jetavana Monastery in Savatthi, Visakha, the wealthy and devout lay Buddhist, was invited by a large number of women she knew to join in celebrating a festival in the city.

"That is a [liquor] drinking festival," Visakha replied. "I do not drink [in keeping with the Five Precepts the Buddha taught]."

"All right," the women said, "go ahead and make your offering to the Buddha. We will enjoy the festival."

The next morning, Visakha served the Buddha and the monastics (monks and nuns) at her house and made great offerings of the Four Requisites to them.
  • [1: Four Requisites: appropriate food, medicine, clothing, shelter.]
That afternoon, after the meal, she proceeded to Jetavana to offer sweet incense and beautiful flowers to the Buddha and to hear him teach the Dharma. Although the other women were quite drunk, they accompanied Visakha.

C'mon, let's party! It's time to dance gaily.
Even at the gate of the monastery itself, they continued drinking. When Visakha entered the hall, she bowed reverently to the Buddha and sat respectfully to one side. Her many drunken companions, however, were oblivious to propriety. They seemed not to notice where they were. Even in front of the Buddha some of them danced, some sang, some stumbled around intoxicated, and some bickered.

In order to inspire a sense of spiritual urgency (samvega) in them, the Buddha emitted a dark blue radiance from his eyebrows, and everything suddenly became dark.

The drunk women were stricken with the fear of death and instantly sobered up. The Buddha then disappeared from his seat and stood atop Mount Meru (Mt. Sumeru). From the auspicious curl of white hair between his eyebrows, he emitted a ray of light as bright as if one thousand moons and suns were rising.

He asked, "If, while carelessly enjoying yourselves and laughing, you are smoldering and surrounded by darkness [enveloped by disorienting smoke], why not seek light?"

The Buddha's words touched their now receptive minds, and all of the women became stream-enterers (the first stage of awakening/enlightenment).

The Buddha then returned and sat down in his chamber. Visakha bowed once more and asked, "Venerable sir, what is the origin of this custom of drinking intoxicating alcohol, which destroys a person's modesty and sense of shame [fear of wrongdoing]?"

In answer to Visakha's question, the Buddha revealed this story of the distant past.

Past life story

Long, long ago, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Baranasi (Varanasi, Bharat, ancient India), a hunter named Sura went up to the Himalayas from his hometown in Kasi to look for game.

In that remote forest there was a unique tree whose trunk grew to the height of a man with his arms held up over his head. At that point three branches spread out, forming a hollow about the size of a big water barrel. Whenever it rained, the hollow filled up with water.

Around the tree grew a bitter plum tree, a sour plum tree, and a pepper vine. The ripe fruit from the plum trees and the pepper vine fell directly into that hollow. Nearby there was a patch of wild rice. Parrots plucked the heads of the rice and sat on the tree to eat. Some of the seeds fell into the water. Under the heat of the sun, the liquid in the hollow fermented and became blood red.

The discovery of alcohol.


In the hot season, flocks of thirsty birds came there to drink. Swiftly they became intoxicated; they wildly spiraled upwards, only to fall drunkenly at the foot of the tree. After sleeping for a short time, they woke up and flew away, chirping merrily. A similar thing happened to monkeys and other tree-climbing animals.

The hunter observed all this and wondered, "What in the world is in the hollow of that tree? It can't be deadly poison, for if it were, the birds and animals would be dead." He drank some of the liquid and became intoxicated the same as they had.

As he drank, he felt a strong craving to eat slaughtered meat. He kindled a small fire, wrung the necks of some of the partridges, fowls, and other creatures lying drunk and unconscious at the foot of the tree, and roasted them over the coals.

He gesticulated drunkenly with one hand as he stuffed his mouth with the other like an ogre.

While he was drinking and eating flesh, he remembered that there was a hermit named Varuna who lived near there. Wishing to share his liquid discovery with the hermit, Sura filled a bamboo tube with the liquor, wrapped up some of the charred meat, and set out for the hermit's leaf hut.

As soon as he arrived, he offered the hermit some of the beverage, and both of them ate and drank with gusto.

The hunter and the hermit suddenly realized that this addictive drink could be a way to make a fortune. They [bottled it in that they] poured it into large bamboo tubes, which they balanced on poles slung across their shoulders and carried it to Kasi.

From the first border outpost, they sent a message to the king that drink-makers had arrived. When they were summoned, they took the alcohol and offered it to the king. The king took two or three drinks and became intoxicated.

After a few days, he had consumed all that the two men had carried and asked if there were any more.
"Yes, sire," they answered.

"Where?" asked the king.

"In the Himalayas."

"Go and fetch it," ordered the king.

Sura and Varuna went back to the forest, but they soon realized how much trouble it was to return to the mountains every time they ran out. They took note of all the ingredients and gathered everything needed. In this way they were able to brew the alcohol in the city.

The citizens began drinking the liquor, forgot about their work, and became impoverished. The city soon looked like a ghost town.

At that point the two drink-makers left and took their business to Baranasi, where they sent a message to the king. There, too, the king summoned them and offered them support. As the habit of drinking spread, ordinary business deteriorated, and prosperous Baranasi declined in the same way as Kasi had.

Sura and Varuna next went to Saketa and, after abandoning Saketa, proceeded to the city-state of Savatthi.

At that time the king of Savatthi was named Sabbamitta. He welcomed the two merchants and asked them what they wanted. They asked for large quantities of the main ingredients and hundreds of huge jars.

After everything had been combined, they put the mixture in the jars and tied a cat to each jar to guard against rats.

As the brew fermented, it began to overflow and seep out. The cats eagerly lapped up the potent drink that ran down the sides, became thoroughly intoxicated, and lay down to sleep. Rats came and nibbled at their ears, noses, and tails.

The king's men were shocked and reported to the king that the cats tied to the jars had died from drinking the escaping potion.

"Surely these men must be brewing a poison!" the king concluded, and he immediately ordered them beheaded. As Sura and Varuna were being executed, their last words were, "Sire, this is liquor! It makes you forget all your problems!"

After putting the drink-merchants to death, the king ordered that the jars be broken. By then, however, the effects of the alcohol had worn off, and the cats were playing merrily. The guards reported this to the king.

"If it were poison," the king said, "the cats would have died. It may make cats forget after all. Let us drink it."

He ordered that the city be decorated and that a pavilion be set up in the courtyard. He took his seat on a royal throne under a white parasol [that seems to symbolize a vimana or flying saucer that gives a ruler the power to rule], surrounded by his ministers, prepared to drink.

At that moment, deva-king Sakka, ruler of the deities [of the Realm of the Thirty-Three and the Four Great Kings of the Sky], was surveying this world and wondering, "Who is dutifully taking care of parents? Who is conducting him/herself well in thought, word, and deed?"

When the celestial King Sakka saw King Sabbamitta of Savatthi seated in his royal pavilion, ready to drink the intoxicating brew, he thought, "If King Sabbamitta drinks that, the whole world will perish. I will make sure that he does not drink it."

King Sakka instantly disguised himself as a Brahmin and, carrying a jar full of liquor in the palm of his hand, appeared standing in the air in front of King Sabbamitta. "Buy this jar! Buy this jar!" he cried.

King Sabbamitta saw him and asked, "Where did you come from, Brahmin? Who are you? What jar is that you have there?"

"Listen!" Sakka replied. "This jar does not contain butter, oil, molasses, or honey. Listen to the innumerable vices this jar holds.

"Whoever drinks this, poor silly fool, will lose control of himself until he stumbles on level ground and falls into a ditch or cesspool. Under its influence, he will eat things he'd never touch in his right mind [like slaughtered charred meat]. Please buy it. It is for sale, this worst of jars!

"The contents of this jar will distract a person's wits until he behaves like a brute, an ogre, giving his enemy the fun of laughing at him. It will enable him to sing and dance stupidly in front of an assembly. Please buy this wonderful liquor for the obscene gaiety it brings.

"Even the most bashful will lose all modesty by drinking from this jar. The shyest person can forget the trouble of being dressed and can shamelessly run about the town nude. When he or she is tired, s/he'll happily lie down anywhere, oblivious to danger or decency. Such is the nature of this drink. Please buy it. It is for sale, this worst of jars!

"When one drinks from this, one loses control of one's body, tottering as if one cannot stand, trembling, jerking, and shaking like a wooden puppet worked by another's hand. Buy my jar. It's full of wine.

"The person who drinks from this is prey to every danger because s/he loses his/her senses. One might burn to death in one's bed, stumble into a pack of jackals, drown in a puddle, become reduced to bondage or penury. — There is no misfortune that drinking this may not lead to.

"Having imbibed this, humans may lie senseless on the road, soiled with their own vomit and blood and licked by dogs. A person may become so intoxicated as to tie one's beloved parents to a tree, revile a spouse, and in blindness even abuse (molest) or abandon an only child. Such is the merchandise contained in this jar.

"When a person drinks from this jar, one can deludedly believe that all the world is his/hers and that s/he owes respect to no one. Buy this jar. It is filled to the brim with the strongest drink.

"Addicted to this drink, whole families of the highest class will squander their wealth and ruin their name. Buy this jar, sire. It is for sale.

"In this jar is a liquid that makes tongue and feet lose control. It creates irrational weeping and laughter. It dulls the eye and impairs the mind. It makes a person contemptible.

"Drinking this will create strife. Friends will quarrel and come to blows. Even the old devas (titans, asuras) were susceptible and lost their heaven because of drink. Buy this jar and taste the wine.
  • [2: The asuras ("titans"), the predecessors of the devas ("shining ones"), lost their heaven because Sakka, when he was reborn there as king, expelled them when they were too drunk on sura (a celestial brew) to fight back.]
"Because of this beverage, falsehoods are uttered with pleasure, and forbidden actions are performed with foolhardy joy. False courage will lead to danger, and friends will be betrayed. The person who drinks this will dare any deed, unaware that one is dooming oneself to hell [niraya, the downward path, the lowest world of which is hell]. Try this drink, sire. Buy my jar.

"The one who drinks this brew will do harm (bad karma) in thought, word, and deed. One will see good as harm and harm as good. Even the most modest person will act indecently when drunk. The wisest person will babble foolishly. Buy this lovely liquid and become addicted. You will grow accustomed to unskillful behavior, to lies, to abuse, to filth, and to disgrace.

"When thoroughly drunk, humans are like dull oxen struck to the ground, collapsing and lying in a heap. No human power can compete with the poisonous power of liquor. Buy my jar.

"In short, drinking this will destroy every virtue (moral). It will banish shame, erode good conduct, and kill good reputation. It will defile and cloud the mind. If you can allow yourself to drink this intoxicating liquor, sire, buy my jar."

When the king heard this, he realized the misery that would be caused by consuming intoxicating alcohol. Overjoyed at being spared the danger, he wished to express his gratitude:

"Brahmin," he cried, "you have outdone even my mother and father in caring for me! In gratitude for your excellent words, let me give you five choice villages, a hundred serving women, seven hundred cows, and ten chariots with pure-bred horses. You have been a great teacher."

"As chief of the Thirty-Three Devas," King Sakka replied, revealing his identity, "I have no need of anything. You may keep your villages, maid servants, and cattle (symbols of wealth). Enjoy your delicious food, and be content with sweet cakes. Take delight in the truths I've taught you. In this way you will be blameless in this world and will attain a glorious heavenly rebirth in the next."

With these words, Sakka returned to his celestial abode.

King Sabbamitta vowed to abstain from alcohol and ordered that the jars be smashed. From that day on, he kept the precepts and generously dispensed alms to the needy. He lived a good life and was indeed reborn in a heaven.

Deva-King Sakka looks over this world.
Later, however, the habit of drinking alcohol spread across Bharat (proto-India), and many people were badly affected.

Back to the Buddha
The Buddha here ended this lesson and identified the details of that ancient past life: "At that time Ananda was King Sabbamitta, and I myself was Sakka."

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Moon Rabbit: Buddhist Birth-Stories (Ask Maya)

Amber Larson, Maya, Xochitl, Wisdom Quarterly
NS writes in: Buddhist cave temples found in Grand Canyon is an interesting find! The "Birth Stories" (the Jatakas, tales that, according to Prof. Rhys Davids, inspired Aesops Fables) actually mention the Bodhisat (the Buddha-to-be) guiding men across the seven seas in a ship in the Supparaka-Jataka.
 
We also have the English translator always mentioning corn in the Jatakas. [This is more likely a reference to grain in general, but possibly maize from the Americas.] If his translation is correct and literal, that means corn was found in India due to trade with the Americas long before 1492 [when Afghan and Chinese Buddhist missionaries arrived in what is now Mexico/California and was then Mesoamerica].
 
Another birth story, the Sasa Jataka, is about how the rabbit got on the Moon; we find a similar story among Native American Indians.
 .
The Selfless Hare (Sasa Jataka)
Ken and Visakha Kawasaki, Jataka Tales of the Buddha: An Anthology, Buddhist Publication Society (BPS.lk) via Brelief.org edited by Dhr. Seven and Amber Larson
All of Asia can see it: the rabbit or hare on the Moon (makiepencollector)
.
Clarke, you don't have a chance! (hiltonbarbour)
It was while staying at Jeta's Grove that the Buddha told this story about a gift of all the ascetic requisites.
 
Once, a landowner in Savatthi invited the Buddha and all of the monastics to his house every day for a week. Every day, he sat them on elegant seats in a pavilion in front of his house and offered them a delicious meal of almsfood. On the seventh day, he presented the Buddha and the many monks and nuns with all of their requisites. The Buddha said, "You have done well to give these gifts. This is a tradition of the wise. Once, a being even offered to sacrifice his life to give his own flesh to a beggar." At the request of his host, he told this story of the past. 

Long, long ago, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Varanasi [how did Brahmadatta reign so long? He was almost certainly not human but an overlord descended from the sky like one of the Catu-maha-rajika of old], the Bodhisatta was reborn as a rabbit living in a forest. On one side of this forest was a mountain; on another side, a river; and on a third side, a village.

The rabbit had three friends -- a monkey, a jackal, and an otter. These four good creatures lived together in harmony. Every day, each one gathered his food in his own way, and in the evening they gathered together to talk.

The rabbit, being the wisest, regularly preached the Truth to his three companions. He taught that alms should be given, that the precepts should be scrupulously kept, and that the lunar observance days should be observed. The three listened carefully. Then each went to his own part of the forest to sleep.
 
One evening, the rabbit looked at the sky and realized that the next day was the full moon.
 
Bhutanese Jataka thangka, 18th-19th cent., Phajoding (wiki)
"Tomorrow is the full moon day," he said to his three companions. "Let all of us observe it and keep the precepts. Remember that alms-giving brings a great reward. Offer food from your own table to any beggars who come to you tomorrow." The friends agreed, and each went to his own home.

Early the next morning, the otter went to the bank of the Ganges river to look for fish. It so happened that a fisherman had caught seven red fish, strung them together, and buried them in the wet sand before going downstream to fish some more.

Smelling the fish, the otter dug them up and called out three times, "Does anyone own these fish?"

When no one answered, he took the fish in his teeth and carried them back to his den, intending to eat them at the proper time. Then he lay down, thinking how virtuous he was.

The jackal, too, went to look for food. In the empty hut of a field-watcher, he found a roasted lizard on a skewer and a pot of curd. He called out three times, "Does anyone own this food?" When no one answered, he claimed it as his own. He hung the pot of curd around his neck with its string, took the skewer with the lizard in his teeth, and carried everything back to his den, intending to eat it at the proper time. Then he lay down, thinking how virtuous he was.
 
The monkey went to a mango grove and [innocently] gathered a number of ripe yellow mangoes. He carried them home, intending to eat them at the proper time. Then he, too, lay down, thinking how virtuous he was.

At the same time, the rabbit came out and began grazing on kusa grass as usual. While he was eating, he thought, "I cannot possibly offer grass to a wandering ascetic! I don't have any rice, oil, or anything else to give. If a beggar comes seeking food, I will have to give him my own flesh!"
 
Naga power: Shark vs. Croc, who wins in the wilds of savage Australia? (ABC News)
 
As soon as this splendid idea came to the rabbit, Sakka King of the Devas's white marble throne became hot. Sakka realized that the reason for this was the rabbit's virtue, and he decided to test him.
 
First, however, Sakka thought it would be a good idea to test the other animals. He disguised himself as an old Brahmin and stood outside the otter's den. When the otter asked why he was standing there, Sakka answered, "Wise sir, if I could get something to eat, I would perform my priestly duties."

The otter quickly said, "Very well, I will give you some food. I have seven red fish, honestly obtained. Eat your fill, Brahmin. You are welcome to stay in this forest."
 
The Brahmin thanked him and said, "I may come back later." Finally, he went to the rabbit's warren. The rabbit asked why he was standing there. "Wise sir," Sakka answered, "if I could get something to eat, I would perform my priestly duties."
Everybody knows different animals can't talk or become friends! Wait, what in the world? What are this weasel and warthog up to? Animals really can communicate! (lolthis.com)
 
The rabbit was thoroughly delighted and replied, "Brahmin, you have done well in coming to me for food. I have no rice, oil, or beans to give but, today, I will give you a gift that I have never given before. I will give what is freely mine to give! Go, friend, pile up some wood, and kindle a fire. When it is burning well, call me. I will gladly sacrifice myself by jumping into the flames. When my body is roasted, you may eat my flesh. Then you can perform your priestly duties."

Sakka used his supernormal powers to create a heap of burning coals. Then he called the rabbit, who rose from his bed of kusa grass and approached the fire. Three times, he shook himself so that any insects in his fur would be spared. Then without hesitation, he leaped directly into the center of the burning coals. Despite the flames, which flared up from the embers, not a single hair on his body was singed. Instead, it was as if he had jumped into a snowdrift, Amazed, he addressed Sakka, "Brahmin, the fire you have kindled is ice-cold. It doesn't even warm the hair on my body. What does this mean?"
 
"Wise sir, I am no Brahmin. I am Sakka [King of the Devas], and I came to put your virtue to the test."
 
The rabbit declared, "Even if all the inhabitants of this Earth were to test my alms-giving, they would not find in me any unwillingness to give!"
 
Pleased with this resounding answer, Sakka said, "Wise rabbit, I will make your virtue known throughout this whole aeon!" Then he squeezed the mountain, extracting its very essence [oozing Himalayan shilajit], which he used to draw the image of the rabbit on the face of the full moon.
 
After gently placing the rabbit on a bed of young kusa grass, Sakka returned to the World of the Thirty-Three (Tavatimsa Deva World).
 
The four creatures lived together happily and harmoniously, keeping the precepts and observing the lunar days for the rest of their lives until they passed away to fare according to their just deserts. AUDIO 

Friday, August 16, 2013

The Buddha: The Origin of Alcohol



Once upon a time, while the Buddha was residing at Jetavana in Savatthi, the wealthy and devout lay Buddhist Visakha got an invitation.
 
A large number of women she knew asked her to join in celebrating a festival in the city.
 
"But this is a drinking festival," Visakha replied, "and I do not drink."
 
"All right," the women said, "make your offering to the Buddha while we enjoy the festival."
 
The following morning, Visakha served the Buddha and the Sangha of Buddhist monastics at her house and made abundant offerings of the four requisites [food, robes, lodgings, and medicines].
 
That afternoon she proceeded to Jetavana to offer incense and gorgeous flowers to the Buddha and to hear the Dharma he taught. The other women were drunk, but they accompanied her.
 
Liquid ignorance, it might cure anything!
Even at the gate of the temple complex, they continued drinking. When Visakha entered the hall, she bowed and sat respectfully to the side. He female companions, however, were oblivious. They seemed to not notice where they were. In front of the Buddha some danced and stumbled, others sang poorly, yet others swayed drunkenly, and some bickered.
 
To inspire a sense of urgency in them, the Buddha emitted a dark blue radiance from the level of his brows. Everything suddenly became dark. The women were gripped with a fear of death and instantly sobered up. 

The Buddha then vanished from his seat and stood high atop Mount Meru (Sumeru). From the curl of a thin wisp of white hair growing between his eyebrows, he emitted a ray of light as bright as the rising of 1,000 moons and suns.
 
"Why laugh and frolic," the Buddha asked the women, "as you are consumed by smoldering fires and surrounded by darkness? Would it be better to seek light?"
 
His words touched their newly receptive hearts/minds, and all of them became stream winners (as they entered the first of four stages of enlightenment).
 
The Origin of Alcohol
Emanating an aura (Santosh Kumar/flickr)
He returned and again sat down. Visakha bowed once more and asked, "Venerable sir, what is the origin of this custom of drinking alcohol, which destroys a person's modesty and sense of propriety?"
 
In answer, the Buddha revealed this story of the distant past.
 
Long, long ago, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, a hunter named Sura ["beer" or "brew"] went to the Himalayas from his hometown in the country of Kasi to look for game. In that remote forest there was a strange tree whose trunk grew to the height of a person with arms held overhead.
 
At that point three branches spread out to form a hollow about the size of a big water barrel. Whenever it rained the hollow filled with water. Around the tree grew a bitter plum tree, a sour plum tree, and a pepper vine. The ripe fruit from these plants fell into the hollow. Nearby a patch of wild rice grew. Parrots plucked sheafs of rice and sat atop the tree to eat. Some of the grains fell into the water with the fruit. And under the heat of the sun, the liquid in the hollow fermented turning blood red.
  
(NatGeo) "Animals Are Beautiful People" (1974) - drunk on fermenting marula fruit in the jungle as the Buddha describes in this story of the past from his own personal experience. Rather than an ultimate mythological "origin," it is an ancient tale born out of direct experience.

In the hot season, flocks of thirsty birds went there to drink. Soon intoxicated, they spiraled wildly upwards only to face plant at the foot of the tree. After sleeping it off for a short time, they awoke and flew away, chirping merrily.
 
A similar thing happened to monkeys (as seen above) and other tree-climbers.
 
The hunter, observing all of this, wondered: "What could be in the hollow of that tree? It can't be poison. If it were, these birds and animals would die." He drank some of the bloody liquid and was soon intoxicated just like the animals.
 
Drinking, killing, roasting the remains (BBQ)
As he drank, he felt a strong desire to eat meat. He kindled a small fire, wrung the necks of some of the partridges, fowl, and other creatures lying semi-conscious at the foot of the tree. Then he roasted them over the coals. He waved drunkenly with one hand as he stuffed his mouth with the other.
 
While he was drinking and gobbling, he remembered Varuna the hermit who lived nearby. Wishing to share his intoxicating discovery with the hermit, Sura filled a bamboo tube with the liquor, wrapped up some of the roast meat in leaves, and set out for the hermit's leaf hut. Arriving, he offered the hermit some of the beverage, and both of them ate the roasted animal corpses and drank the grog with gusto.
 
The hunter and the hermit soon realized that this drink could make them a fortune. They poured it into large bamboo tubes, which they balanced on poles slung across their shoulders and carried to Kasi. From the first border outpost they sent a message to the king that drink-makers had arrived.

When they were summoned, they took the liquor and offered it to the king. The king took a few sips and was soon intoxicated. After a few days, he had consumed all they had carried and asked if there were more.
 
"Yes, sire," they answered.
 
"Where?" the king asked.
 
"In the Himalayas," they said.
 
"Go and fetch it," ordered the king.
 
Sura and Varuna returned to the forest, but they soon realized how much trouble it was to have to return to the foothills every time they ran out. They took note of all the ingredients and gathered everything they would need. Now they were able to brew their alcohol in the city. Citizens began drinking the liquor, forgot about work, and became impoverished. Before long the city looked like a ghost town.
 
At that point the two drink-makers took their business to the sprawling city of Benares, where they sent a message to the king. There, too, that king summoned them and offered them royal patronage. As the habit of drinking spread, ordinary business deteriorated, and Benares declined the way Kasi had.
 
Sura and Varuna up and moved to the City of Saketa. After abandoning Saketa, they proceeded to Savatthi.
 
At that time Savatthi was ruled by a king named Sabbamitta. He welcomed the two merchants and asked them what they were in search of. They asked for large quantities of the main ingredients and a huge number of jars. After combining the ingredients, they put the mixture in the jars and tied a cat to each to guard against rats.
 
As their brew fermented, it began to ooze and overflow. The cats, happily lapping up the potent drink running down the sides, became thoroughly intoxicated. As they lay down to sleep, rats came and nibbled on their ears, noses, and tails.
 
The king's men were shocked and reported to that the cats tied to the jars had died from drinking the concoction.
 
"Surely these men are making poison!" the king concluded, and he immediately ordered them beheaded. As Sura and Varuna were being executed, their last words were, "Sire, this is liquor! It is delicious!"
 
After putting the drink-merchants to death, the king ordered the jars broken. By then, however, the effects of the alcohol had worn off, and the cats were playing merrily. The guards reported this to the king.
 
"If it had been poison," the king reasoned, "the cats would have died. It may be delicious after all. Let us drink it!"
 
He ordered the city be decorated and a pavilion set up in the royal courtyard. He took his royal seat under a white umbrella and, surrounded by his ministers, prepared to drink.

Sakka, King of the Devas
Sakka, king of the devas, defeating the drunken titan (asura)
At that moment, Sakka, the king of the devas, was surveying the human world and wondering, "Who is dutifully looking after parents? Who is conducting oneself well in thought, word, and deed?"
 
When he saw a king seated in a royal pavilion ready to drink alcohol, he thought: "If King Sabbamitta drinks that, the whole world will perish. I will make sure that he does not drink it."
 
Sakka instantly disguised himself as a Brahmin and, carrying a jar (kumbha) of liquor in the palm of his hand, appeared standing in the air in front of the king. "Buy this jar! Buy this jar!" he cried.
 
King Sabbamitta saw him and asked, "Where do you come from, Brahmin? Who are you? What jar is that you have there?"
 
"Listen!" Sakka replied in disguse. "This jar does not contain ghee, oil, molasses, or syrup. Listen to the countless vices this jar does hold.
 
"Whoever drinks it, silly fool, will lose control and stumble on smooth ground and fall into sewer or cesspool. Under its influence, one will eat things one would never touch in his/her right mind. Please buy it! It is for sale, this the worst of jars.
 
"The contents of this jar will cloud a person's wits until one behaves like a brute, giving enemies delight and scornful laughter. It will cause one to sing and dance fumbling in front of an assembly. Please buy it, this wonderful brew for the obscene gaiety it brings!
 
"Even the most bashful will lose all sense of modesty by drinking from this jar. The shyest person can forget the trouble of staying dressed and instead run about nude. When tired, one will happily rest anywhere, oblivious to concerns of danger or decency. Such is the nature of this drink. Please buy it! It is for sale, this the worst of jars.
 
"When one drinks from it, one loses control of one's body, tottering, unable to stand, trembling, jerking, heaving and shaking like a wooden puppet worked by another's hand. Please buy my jar! It's full of wine.
 
"The person who drinks from it is prey to danger from every direction because one loses one's senses. One might burn to death in one's bed, stumble onto a pack of jackals, drown in a tiny puddle, become reduced to debt-bondage or destitute. There is no misfortune that drinking this might not lead to.
 
"Having imbibed this, people lie senseless along the road, soiled, in a pool of their own vomit, licked by dogs. A woman may become so intoxicated as to tie her beloved parents to a tree, revile her protector, and blindly abuse or utterly abandon her only child. Such is the merchandise contained in this jar.

(Saccharine Trust) "Effort To Waste" from the album "Pagan Icons"

"Drunk on the blood / Stuck to the rug / He vomits nostalgia. / Casualties watch him seethe / With careful curiosity. / With a raw dialogue / An effort to waste / He gives his sermon. / But his words are pointless / To the sober conscience. / They breathe the same air. / All is mind, as mind is all, flesh is stone, as stone is flesh, pain is real, as real is pain / As real is now. / In a sad awakening / He finds a window / God it's morning / All thoughts pierce / Memories are scarce / The cuts have dried out / The terror of / The nights he lost / Still hangs his head low. / Drunk on the rug / Stuck to the blood / He vomits nostalgia! / I waited so long for something to seem real. I had so many questions. I answered all my questions. When I see your face turn / And I knew what was real / And I knew what was lost / And I knew what was real."
 
"When a person imbibes from this jar, one can believe that all the world is one's own and that one owes respect to no one. Please buy this jar! It is filled to the brim with the strongest drink.
 
"Addicted to this drink, entire families of the highest class will squander their wealth and bring their name to ruin. Please buy this jar, sire! It is for sale.
 
"In this jar is a liquid which makes the tongue lose control, the feet too! It provokes irrational laughter and sudden weeping. It dulls the eye and impairs the mind. It makes one contemptible.
 
"Drinking this creates strife. Friends quarrel and come to blows. Even the old gods were susceptible and lost their heavenly world because of this drink.
  • [The asuras, or "titans," predecessors of the devas, "shining ones," lost their heaven because Sakka was able to expel them when they were drunk on sura (a kind of beer) and unable to fight him. They swore off it thus becoming known as the a-suras, the non-drinkers of sura].
"Please buy this jar! Sip the beer, taste the wine, feel the grog. Because of this beverage, false speech is uttered with pleasure, and forbidden actions are performed with delight. False bravado leads to danger, and friends are betrayed. The person who drinks this dares any deed, unaware that one is dooming oneself to hell [when that deed finally ripens opportunistically at the time of passing]. Try this drink, sire. Please buy my jar!

"The one who drinks this brew will transgress in thought, word, and deed. One will see as skillful what is unskillful, what is unwholesome as wholesome. Even the most modest person will act indecently. The wisest person will babble foolishly. Buy this lovely liquid, become addicted, vomit it up and drink again. You will quickly grow accustomed to misconduct, to lying, to abuse, to filth, to ignominy, a disgrace.
 
"When thoroughly drunk, people are like cattle struck to the ground, collapsing and lying in a heap. No human power can compete with the power of alcohol. Please buy my jar, my pretty poison!
 
"All told, this drink destroys virtue. It banishes shame, erodes good conduct, kills one's reputation. It defiles the heart, clouds the mind. If you can give yourself over to imbibing this seductive drink, sire, please buy my jar!"
 
When the king heard all this, he realized the misery caused by drinking alcohol. Overjoyed at being spared the danger, he wished to express his gratitude.
 
"Brahmin," he cried, "you have outdone even my mother and father in caring for me! In gratitude for your excellent words, let me bequeath to you five choice villages, 100 maidservants, 700 cows, and ten chariots hitched to purebred horses. You have been an excellent teacher!"
 
"As chief of the Thirty-Three Devas," Sakka answered thereby revealing his true identity, "I have no need of these things. Keep your villages, maidservants, and cattle. Enjoy your delicious food and be content with sweet cakes. Take delight in the truths I have preached to you. In this way you will be blameless in this world and will attain a glorious celestial rebirth in the next."
 
With these words, Sakka returned to his own abode (the akasha deva loka) in space.
 
King Sabbamitta vowed to abstain from alcohol and ordered that Sura and Varuna's jars be smashed. From that day forward, he kept the precepts and generously dispensed alms to the needy. He lived a good life and was indeed reborn in celestial worlds.
 
Later, however, the habit of drinking alcohol spread across the land, and many people were affected.
 
The Buddha ended the lesson and identified the past life: "At that time Ananda was the king, and I myself was Sakka."

Monday, July 22, 2013

Crossing the Wilderness (sutra)

Dhr. Seven, Amber Larson, Ashley Wells, Bhante Chanda, Wisdom Quarterly; based on Ken and Visakha Kawasaki translation (BPS.lk), Apannaka Jataka (Jataka 1, accesstoinsight.org)
The Buddha and a small fraction of his fathom long aura (Santhosh Kumar/flickr.com)
 
While the Buddha was staying at Jetavana Monastery near Savatthi, the wealthy [multi-millionaire] banker, Anathapindika, went one day to pay his respects. His servants brought masses of flowers, perfume, ghee, oil, nectar, molasses, cloth, and robes.

Anathapindika paid respects to the Buddha, presented the offerings he brought, and sat respectfully to one side. At that time, he was accompanied by a large number of friends who were followers of other teachers. His friends also paid their respects to the Buddha and sat close to the banker.
 
The Buddha (Stud3o Munkey/flickr)
The Buddha's face appeared like a full moon, and his body was surrounded by a radiant aura. Seated on the red stone seat, he was like a young lion roaring with a clear, noble voice as he taught them a discourse full of sweetness and beautiful to the ear.

After hearing the Buddha's teaching, the friends gave up their diverse practices and asked for guidance from the Triple Gem: the Buddha, the Dharma, and the (enlightened) Sangha. After that, they went regularly with Anathapindika to offer flowers and incense and to hear the teaching.

They gave liberally, kept the precepts, and faithfully observed the Lunar (Eight Precept) Observance Day [which falls on the new, full, and half moon days of the month]. Soon after the Buddha left Savatthi to return to Rajagaha. However, these friends abandoned their new confidence in the Triple Gem and reverted to their previous beliefs.

Seven or eight months later, the Buddha returned to Jetavana. Again, Anathapindika brought his friends to visit the Buddha. They paid their respects, but Anathapindika explained that they had forsaken the guidance they had previously sought and had resumed their former practices.
 
The Buddha asked, "Is it true that you have abandoned guidance from the Triple Gem for guidance from other doctrines?" The Buddha's voice was incredibly clear and lucid because throughout myriad aeons he had always spoken truthfully.
 
When the friends heard it, they were unable to conceal the truth. "Yes, Blessed One," they confessed. "It is true."
 
Golden Buddha (travelblog.org)
"Disciples," the Buddha said, "nowhere between the lowest hells below and the highest heavens above, nowhere in all the innumerable worlds that stretch right and left, is there the equal, much less the superior, of a (samma sam) buddha. Incalculable is the excellence which springs from adhering to the precepts and from other virtuous conduct."

Then he declared the virtues of the Triple Gem. "By seeking guidance in the Triple Gem," he told them, "one escapes from rebirth in [four] states of suffering." He further explained that meditation on the Triple Gem leads through the four stages of enlightenment.
 
"In forsaking such guidance as this," he admonished them, "one has certainly gone astray. In the past, too, people who foolishly mistook what was not a guide for a real guide, met with disaster. Actually, they fell prey to harmful spirits (yakkhas) in the wilderness and were utterly destroyed.

In contrast, those who clung to the truth not only survived, but actually prospered in that same wilderness."

Story of the Past
Yakkha, Thailand (Andy Wright/flickr)
Anathapindika raised his clasped hands to his forehead, praised the Buddha, and asked him to tell that story of the past.

"In order to dispel the world's ignorance and to conquer suffering," the Buddha proclaimed, "I practiced the Ten Perfections for countless aeons. Listen carefully, and I will speak."

Having their full attention, the Buddha made clear -- as though he were releasing the full moon obscured by clouds -- what rebirth had concealed from them.
 
Long, long ago, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta (future Buddha) was born into a merchant's family and grew up to be a wise trader. At the same time, in the same city, there was another merchant, a very foolish fellow with no common sense.

"Evil" spirit (yakkha) tries to mislead the Bodhisat (appfinder.lisisoft.com)
 
One day it so happened that the two merchants each loaded a large number of carts with costly wares from Benares and prepared to leave in the same direction at exactly the same time. The wise merchant thought:

"If this silly young fool travels with me and if our many carts stay together, it will be too much for the road. Finding wood and water for the workers will be difficult, and there will not be enough grass for the oxen. Either he or I must go first."
 
"Look," he said to the other merchant, "the two of us can't travel together. Would you rather go first or follow after me?"
 
The foolish trader thought, "There will be many advantages if I take the lead. I'll get a road which is not yet cut up. My oxen will have the pick of the grass. My workers will get the choicest wild herbs for curry. The water will be undisturbed. Best of all, I'll be able to fix my own price for bartering my goods." Considering all these advantages, he said, "I will go ahead of you, my friend."

(SKS) Sri Lankan animated version of the Apannaka Jataka in Sinhalese. What is being said? The story of the past (jataka) continues:

The Bodhisatta was pleased to hear this because he saw many advantages in following after. He reasoned:

"Those carts going first will level the road where it is rough, and I'll be able to travel along the road they have already smoothed. Their oxen will graze off the coarse old grass, and mine will pasture on the sweet young growth which will spring up in its place. My workers will find fresh sweet herbs for curry where the old ones have been picked. Where there is no water, the first caravan will have to dig to supply themselves, and we'll be able to drink at the wells they have dug. Haggling over prices is tiresome work. He'll do that work, and I will be able to barter my wares at prices he has already fixed."
 
"Very well, my friend," he said, "please go first."
 
"I will," said the foolish merchant, and he yoked his carts and set out. After a while he came to the outskirts of a wilderness. He filled all of his huge water jars with water before setting out to cross the 60 yojanas [ancient Indian unit of distance, each yojana estimated to be about seven miles] of desert which lay before him.

Crossing the Wilderness in Thai (dmc.tv/pages)
The yakkha (djinn, "demon," genie, shapeshifting ogre) who haunted that wilderness had been watching the caravan.
  
When it had reached the middle, he used his magic power to conjure up a lovely carriage drawn by pure white young bulls.
 
With a retinue of a dozen disguised yakkhas carrying swords and shields, he rode along in his carriage like a mighty lord. His hair and clothes were wet, and he had a wreath of blue lotuses and white water lilies around his head. His attendants also were dripping wet and draped in garlands. Even the bulls' hooves and carriage wheels were muddy.
 
As the wind was blowing from the front, the merchant was riding at the head of his caravan to escape the dust. The yakkha drew his carriage beside the merchant's and greeted him kindly. The merchant returned the greeting and moved his own carriage to one side to allow the carts to pass while he and the disguised yakkha chatted.
 
"We are on our way from Benares, sir," explained the merchant. "I see that your workers are all wet and muddy and that you have lotuses and water lilies. Did it rain while you were on the road? Did you come across pools with lotuses and water lilies?"
 
"What do you mean?" the yakkha exclaimed. "Over there is the dark-green streak of a jungle. Beyond that there is plenty of water. It is always raining there, and there are many lakes with lotuses and water lilies." Then pretending to be interested in the merchant's business, he asked: "What do you have in these carts?"
 
"Expensive merchandise," answered the merchant.
 
"What is in this cart which seems so heavily laden?" the yakkha asked as the last cart rolled by.
 
"That's full of water."
 
"You were wise to carry water with you this far, but there is no need for it now, since water is so plentiful ahead. You could travel much faster and lighter without those heavy jars. You'd be better off breaking them and throwing the water away. Well, good day," the yakkha said suddenly as he turned his carriage. "We must be on our way. We have stopped too long already." He rode away quickly with his workers. As soon as they were out of sight, he turned and made his way back to his own city.
 
The merchant was so foolish that he followed the yakkha's advice. More
  

Third Eye: Pineal Gland, DMT, Vatican Secrets (PoleShift)