Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/14/2020
A Bad Novice Monk “I saw a novice monk flying through the air. His outer robe was burning …” … “He used to be a bad novice monk …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/13/2020
A Bad Trainee Nun “I saw a trainee nun flying through the air. Her outer robe was burning …” … “She used to be a bad trainee nun …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/12/2020
A Bad Nun “I saw a nun flying through the air. Her outer robe was burning …” … “She used to be a bad nun …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/11/2020
A Bad Monk “Just now, reverend, as I was descending from Vulture’s Peak Mountain I saw a monk flying through the air. His outer robe, bowl, belt, and body were burning, blazing, and glowing as he screamed in pain. …” … “That monk used to be a bad monk in the time of Buddha Kassapa’s dispensation. …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/10/2020
A Headless Trunk “Just now, reverend, as I was descending from Vulture’s Peak Mountain I saw a headless trunk flying through the air. Its eyes and mouth were on its chest. Vultures, crows, and hawks kept chasing it, pecking and clawing as it screamed in pain. …” … “That being used to be an executioner called Hārika right here in Rājagaha. …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/09/2020
A Sweltering Woman “Just now, reverend, as I was descending from Vulture’s Peak Mountain I saw a scorched woman, sooty and sweaty, flying through the air, as she screamed in pain. …” … “That woman used to be the king of Kaliṅga’s chief queen. She was of jealous nature, and poured a brazier of hot coals over her co-wife. …” …
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/08/2020
A Fishwife “Just now, reverend, as I was descending from Vulture’s Peak Mountain I saw a stinking fishwife flying through the air. Vultures, crows, and hawks kept chasing her, pecking, plucking, and hacking as she screamed in pain. …” … “That woman used to be a fortune-teller right here in Rājagaha. …”
Your Daily Digital Buddhist Devotion for 04/07/2020
A Flayed Woman “Just now, reverend, as I was descending from Vulture’s Peak Mountain I saw a flayed woman flying through the air. Vultures, crows, and hawks kept chasing her, pecking, plucking, and hacking as she screamed in pain. …” … “That woman used to be an adulteress right here in Rājagaha. …”