Stumble on the ground, hands on the ground that arose.

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During the Buddha in the world, she was born in the family coffers prime king in Savatthi. Once into adulthood, she consorted with a servant in the house. When her parents married her to date a guy good together, she fled with her lover and live in a small village.

When she was about to give birth, she told her husband brought home his parents, because here no one to take care of her, but her husband kept appointments appointment back until she knew her husband did not want to go on. Her husband was away immediately pending, job placement, for the neighbors knew her parents were sent home. When the husband of the husband pursued, afraid she has no care. She and her husband caught her halfway birth to children, and the couple went back to the village. By Monday childbirth period, things happen like last time, but there are differences as follows: between the emerging heavy rain, trees and leaves her husband to find her hut made from rain, but be the serpent crawl out from termite mound biting her husband died on the spot. In extreme sorrow awaited her husband, cradling her son in the chest and between her lies heavy rain for the ground to protect her two children spent a night like that until morning.By morning, she went to find her husband and saw her husband died of snakebite. She wept all night.Because of heavy rain, the river water rose to his knees, she was too weak to hold two children wade across the river. She put the oldest in this shore and wading through rivers cradling the child. Then she put the child lying on the hijab, covered twigs used to it on the shore, and she waded across the river to bring back big boy over. But by the middle of the line, turned his back to see a hawk, a great kid a piece of meat, so go flying down the neighbor kids. Oil for mothers chased and shouted but because too far should not do anything. But a big party this side, great to hear you la mother cried immediately waded into the water to pass through and swept away. So the two children and her husband died. She tearfully went on Savatthi, the news yesterday in heavy rain caused the collapse of his parents' house, killing both her parents and her brother just finished last rites. In terrible pain piling suffering, she turned crazy, scantily clad, she cried coal:

Both my sons are dead,

My husband died too,

Then on the funeral pyre,

My Father and my Mother,

Together my brother,

Just burning ceremony.

Then she wandered here and there, crying her pain, and because she brought chicle tattered shirt, she called Patacara (who brought Siamese shirt). Pedestrians who saw her called her crazy, others threw stones, someone is throwing dirt on her filthy. Jetavana are masters in the sermon, found her wandering so and intellectual know her inborn ripe, prevented people chased her and allows closer, causing her resuscitated, and embarrassed with the way her dress, she lay down on the ground for. Someone gave her a care sheet, wrap her in his care and visiting Buddhist salvation for her and she recounted her condition: 'Exalted Save the child. A child with bird hawk carried away; a child swept away; her husband also died of snakebite; parents and my sister were house collapse killed and cremated. Buddha said: 'Hey Patacara, do not think she can come up with a salvation for her. As far as the death of her mourning, because her husband is dead, killed his parents. Also, she was crying because her reincarnations that child, her husband and her parents died more than four marine waters'.

Four sea water less,

Tears of mankind,

Mourn with grief,

Why ruin her,

His own life,

In mourn grief!

Listen Bhagavan can not teach the way to end suffering, her grief was slightly down. Then the Buddha advises added: 'Oh Patacara, a common destiny, the descendants, relatives can not shelter. Until now, they did not help anything. Therefore, people can live their life where moral purity, achievements path towards Nirvana. Then the Buddha taught:

The child, father, cousin,

Not refuge,

When the body damage the public network,

Her blood relatives,

Unable to protect her!

Seeing this truth.

Who the moral life,

And quickly accomplished,

The road towards Nirvana.

When masters finished speaking, she was more than enough evidence to back up and ask to be ordained. Buddha brought her to us nuns and allowed her to be ordained.

Then she austerities, trying to reach the higher fruition. One day collecting water in a bowl to wash feet, as she poured water, the water flows to a short and disappeared. She poured water, and the water flowed over the road, and the third time, she was pouring water and water flowing path longer than before disappearing. Based on this event as the foundation thoughts, she thought: 'In the same way as men, dead children, dead and dying halfway elderly'. And the Buddha in his native corona discharge rooms, show up in front of her and taught: 'O Patacara her, such is the life of man, finally to the public network.So it is better to see live how the birth and death of the five aggregates, oil for only one day to see, or just a moment, than live a hundred years without seeing the facts that:

People who live a hundred years,

Do not see the legal kill,

Not by living a day,

See measures being destroyed.

When the Blessed One had finished speaking, Patacara evidence Arhat fruit with credit life legal, credit life meaning. Reflecting on their certifications, as a female school, she praised the event helped her stock was higher fruition, and she said to the verse:

112.  With trees, plow the land,

Sow the seeds on the ground,

Humans are assets,

Wife and child nurturing.

113.  How did I, full instructions

Follow the Master taught,

Not Nibbana,

Not lazy, do not fluctuate.

114.  When I'm washing the feet,

Make the flowing water,

See foot-washing water

From high to low flows,

Thus, the mind,

As well-trained gentle horses.

115.  Then we took the lamp,

Entering the house Vihara,

Situated on a small bed,

I looked at the lamp shop.

116.  She takes a small needle,

Wick gradually dim down,

See the Nirvana lamp,

Our mind is freed.END=NAM MO AMITABHA BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH GIAC TAM.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN AMITABHA PURELAND=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.24/11/2016.