ANAN WATER TREATMENT.

Ananda is the great disciple of the Buddha. As the uncles of the Buddha, he renounced the royal life, the Buddhist monk, near the Buddha next life. Ananda is the most intelligent disciple of the Buddha. 
His name is fragrant in business. The story of his beautiful Buddha. He is the man with beautiful face no one is equal. So there is the following. 
One day, Ananda returned to the monastery after begging. After eating, he took the bowl to find water. On the road, a young lady is dropping dug in the well. He walked up to him, hands up his bowl. 
Prakirti (young woman): Sir, what do you need? 
Ananda: I beg you for a bowl of water. 
Prakirti: You are the villain. 
Ananda: I only need water. 
Prakirti: You are the villain. No one drinks your juice.
Ananda: I'm just asking for water for thirst. Water makes anyone thirsty, not distinguish the level. 
Prakirti: You are a girl. Well water is in, but for the upper class, the water is not clean. There is nobody else in this world who drinks this well. 
Ananda: I was wondering what kind of class you are? I just ask for water. 
Prakirti: Do not you know? In this country there are two caste, superior and subordinate. You are a subordinate. 
Ananda: I do not need to know your level. I only need water.
Prakirti: How can I give you water? You're a girl. Those who are in the castle are over there, they are superiors. And those like me, we do not have the right to see them. They do not step on our balls. As we approach, they avoid. If they see us, they have to wash their face with water of flowers, just wash and say: "I just saw people down." Then how can I give you water? How do you approach him to raise water? If the ball is spread over him, he will become a villain.
Ananda: I do not care about level. I only know that you are the same as me. I have never heard that class can make a difference between one person and another. I do not accept that thought. Everyone I see has two arms, two legs, two eyes, one mouth, one face, one nose. Does the sun rise in the West toward subordinates? Do these people ever feel happy or suffering anybody else? When they eat, their belly is full. Where are they different? 
Prakirti: Appearance is not very different. But those who are superiors deserve to be born into the superior. We sinned: so we were born into subordinates. They are born from the mouth of Brahma. We are born from the feet of Brahma. We have no right to study the Vedas. So we are all inferior. We are the villagers.
Ananda: My teacher does not teach that. She heard me read this: "There's a hot vasalo - Na jaccà hoti bràhmano. Kammanà vasalo hoti - Kammanà hoti Bràhmano "(No one was born as a villain. 
Frustrated and shy, the girl looked around. Hands trembling, she bent down to bring buckets near the bowl bowl filled water. Ananda thanked her for bringing the bowl. The young lady watched until Ananda disappeared. 
According to the shade, the girl like to hear the echoes in her ear: "Please bowl the water", "Please bowl the water", "Please bowl bowl". How sweet! How gentle! Where is that beautiful? Is there no other well in this area? Is there only water in this well? Why did he come to ask for water? Are you the only girl in this area? In fact, he just asked for water, do not care that he is a girl child? He must know! Children also know that they are people, look at his clothes are busy right now. Who is the beautiful person? Where do you from? Thank you to bring him back to this well. Thanks to him, I learned that I was a man, a girl. Ever since, I thought I was an animal, a girl-animal. Oh, seductive face! Oh, eyes filled with compassion! Oh, elegant, young, bright! How can I meet someone again now? How to hear the sweet voice again? What if I do not see people again? Oh, it would be worth the water! Every day is told a few words! If he comes, I will not let him go. I will bring him home and keep him. If I look at people, I do not need to eat. "Please bowl the water", "Please bowl the water", oh, words engraved deep in the heart. If I look at people, I do not need to eat. "Please bowl the water", "Please bowl the water", oh, words engraved deep in the heart. If I look at people, I do not need to eat. "Please bowl the water", "Please bowl the water", oh, words engraved deep in the heart. 
The girl's girlfriend: Prakirti! Prakirti! Did you call me now? Where is my daughter? What happened to me? Do the roots grow on the well? Every time we get water! Just chat with your friends! Prakirti! Prakirti! 
Prakirti: Mom, I'm here! 
Mother: Where are you? 
Prakirti: Here you go! Wells 
Mother: Noon. The land was hot. Daughter of the house to go to the water to get back, I still lazy there alone what to do? 
Prakirti: Mom, sweet voice, mother. "Please drink water!" 
Mother: Please bowl water? Who asked for water? 
Prakirti: A beautiful young man! Shaved head, I put on a yellow shirt, hands up bowl of water. A young guy looks relaxed.
Mother: Shaved head? How can a young man shave his head beautifully? Do not you know they shaved their heads to chase beauty? 
Prakirti: I do not know. But the man was incredibly beautiful. His whole body was bright yellow. The eyes are gentle. Simple style. He is the embodiment of kindness and simplicity. 
Mother: Does he have the same class? 
Prakirti: Yes. He speaks with a class. 
Mother: What level? 
Prakirti: Human class. 
Mother: How can you hide your class when talking? Many people in this area do not want to reveal their level. That attitude is humiliating. If anyone is proud of their level, what else is low class anymore! I did not tell him I was a girl, was not it?
Prakirti: You said you were useless. But he does not accept it. He repeatedly asked for water only. He says: One who becomes a Brahman or a poor person is not born of anything but by action. 
Mother: What does he say?
Prakirti: He said: do not act against the freedom that we inherit as human beings. Denial of the nature of one's self by thinking that one has its own essence, the nature of which is low, contemptible and unchangeable, is more damaging than killing one's true nature. Lack of self-esteem is a lesser act than destroying nature. He said so. All people born on this earth are free men. He said that after birth, freedom is reduced because of obstacles such as race, class, religion, language, customs, parents, teachers, clerics, and customs. In your head, think of me as a lowly person bound by social customs. You think of me as a wild dog looking for food in the streets. He brought me light. You feel like living a new life. Only today can I learn that you are a new member of human society. He is the light. He is my light. "Please bowl the water!", "Please bowl the water!" How sweet!
Mother: He does not know anything about class, but baby, I know. People are born this way or there is karma. 
Prakirti: So what did high-level people do that was born so? 
Mother: They too, it is the result of karma. 
Prakirti: No matter what, he told me that people do not become high or low because they are born. He said: whether the king, whether brahman, whether monks, if murder, if the theft, if adultery, if the evil, if drunk alcohol, then the people are easy. 
Mother: That's what my mother told me: It was the result of karma.
Prakirti: Mom, not everything happens because of karma. I am not the cause of people not because of karma, but because of society. I do not want to accept these meaningless things. What is the name of the young man? That's what I want to know. What does he do? I just want to know about it. 
Mother: Mother asked. That person is Ananda. He is a disciple of the Buddha. He was of Shakyamuni. 
Prakirti: What did he do? 
Mother: He is a monk who has renounced worldly life.
Prakirti: Mommy, he is very good. You do not need to know who that person is. I just want to see him forever. I can not live without that person. You need Ananda. If you do not have that person, you will starve to death. Mother, do the magic, mother used all the magic that I know to bring Ananda with you. Otherwise, she will never see her mother's only daughter. I will starve until I bring Ananda to you. 
Mother: Our king Kosala is very Buddhist. The king came to the Buddha every day. If you know I love Ananda, you will burn my house. The king will forbid us to live in this land. I hurt everyone in our class. 
Prakirti: If so then she read the mantra. She reads the mantra and Ananda arrives. Without Ananda, I can not live.
Mother: Buddha is no longer desires. And Ananda knows the mantra of the Buddha. Buddha destroyed all the mantras. All right, mother loves children, mother read mantras for children. 
The mother burned dried cow manure, hay, and added firewood to the burning fire. She throws flowers into the fire, each wing, each wing, mouth to read the mantra: "Amale, vimale, kunkume sumane, yena baddhasi vidyut icchaya devo varsati, vidyotati garjati, vismayan, Maharajasya, samabhi vardhayitum, devebhyo manushyebhyo gandharvebhyah shikigraha deva, visikhigraha grahadeva , Anandasyagamanaya, Samgamanaya, kramanaya, grahanaya juho svaha. "
While the mother reads such mantras, Ananda's monks in the monastery feel confused. He left the monastery and went straight to the mother and daughter child girl. Reaching the fake from the distance to come, the mother told her daughter to prepare the bed pillow. Ananda stepped into the house, stood back, silent. He noticed that Prakirti was dressed in red and understood the mother. Sun know he is in trouble. He thought of the Buddha, and by thought, he prayed for the Buddha. The Buddha saw Ananda in distress, read a mantra: "Sthi racyutith sunitih svastih sarva pranibhyah sarah prasannam nirdosham prashantam sarvatobhayam itayo yatra shamyanti sarva siddhasca yoninani etena satya vakyena svastyanandaya bhiksave."
The mantra of the mother disappears. The venerable Ananda recovered and returned to the monastery. Prakirti tells her mother to return to Ananda, but the mother replies that the Buddha has destroyed all the mantras in this world. She told her daughter: Sure Ananda read the Buddha's uncle. 
Venerable Ananda escaped the spell of the mother, returned to the monastery, bowed the Buddha and reverently standing next to. The Buddha said to the Prophet, "Behold, Ananda, I must hear and remember this Sadakaara Vidyà. This is the prayer will be held for the increase, ni, good men, believers. Hey Ananda, I have to remember, to ponder. The Buddha reads: 
"Andare pandare karande keyurerci haste svara grive Bandhumati, viramati, dhara vidha cilimile, vilodaya, visani loke visa cala golamati gandavile cili mile satimimena yatha samvibhaketa golamati ganda vilayai svaha."
"Ananda, whoever reads this sutta, he will be free from abuse. He will be freed from punishment if anyone orders the punishment. If he is afraid, he will be freed from fear. "Ananda, who is protected by this sutra, will never be battered by the results of previous karma." 
Phra Ananda escaped from her mother's magic spell. But the girl, Prakirti, still love him quietly. One day, the beggar went begging, followed by Prakirti. Ananda did not go begging again, returned to the monastery, white Buddha. The young girl followed her heels to the monastery, standing in front of the gate. The Buddha called her on. 
Buddha: Are you really going to pursue Ananda? 
Prakirti: Well, yes, I have pursued. 
Buddha: Why?
Prakirti: Lord, let Ananda be your husband. 
Buddha: But my body is like that? 
Prakirti: Yes, parents approve. 
Buddha: So I invite your children to come here. 
Prakirti went home, telling his parents that the Buddha wanted to meet them. Then she accompanied her parents to the monastery. 
Buddha: Their daughter says she wants to have Ananda as her husband. Do you agree? 
Parents of girls and girls down: White Lord, we agree. Our daughter says that she can not live without Ananda. He says he would commit suicide if he did not have a fake. 
Buddha: Okay. You can go home, let Prakirti stay here. 
Her parents took the Buddha and went out.
Buddha: In this city of Savatthi I want as many young people also. Why do you love only Ananda?
Prakirti: I like you. I love you. My lighthearted light for him. I learned to think through him freely. Thanks to him I understand that you are a human, a member of humanity. He has made me know that I have every priority, every right, every freedom that any one must have. While I was being raped by the society, I was thrown down to the bottom of the rubbish, tortured with the whip of the class, just like a wild dog, who was the only one who taught me that I was also a member of the race. human. Therefore, he is my light. You are my new life. I can not live without you. Only seeing him as a gifted child. His voice was warm in his ear. He looked at me tenderly, his benevolent words carved into my heart. You have to have him.
Buddha: Okay. I will give you Ananda. But you must do as I say. 
Prakirti: You can do anything if the Blessed One gives you Ananda. 
Buddha: If you want Ananda, you must wear the same clothes as Ananda wears. Ananda shaved her head and shaved her head. Ananda wears yellow, I also have to wear yellow. If you do that, you may have Ananda. 
Prakirti: Well, I'll run home and come back after doing the Blessed One. 
Prakirti ran home, telling the story to his mother. The mother scolded her. Prakirti cried. She fasted. 
Mother: Baby, are you crazy? What is going on when I die? 
Prakirti: Mom, please shave my head. I do not, you will die.
Mother: Crazy, baby, the most beautiful woman is in the hair. Shaved head and then beauty! Blinded? What made the woman more ugly? If your hair is cut, if your head is cut, how ugly! In Savitthi, is there a beautiful girl like me? I will find a suitable boy for you. Do not hurry baby. Be patient a bit more. What is the beauty of the girl's hair! Do not be mad! 
Prakirti: I do not want anyone else. I just want Ananda. For me, he is gorgeous. His face was glowing like gold. I liked the way he looked, the sweet voice he said, his majestic appearance. On this earth, I do not want anyone else, except him. 
Mother: Okay, I eat. 
Prakirti: I'm hungry until my mom shoves her hair.
Prakirti went on hunger strike days later. Her mother was so scared she died, had to cut her hair. 
Mother: Then, now you are like a nun. Surely everyone will be disappointed. This is the mantra of Ananda's teacher. No one came home after being cheated by him. He has hypnosis. 
Prakirti: That does not matter. I do not need it all if I have Ananda. You need to go to the street with him. Mom, I'm going to Jetavana monastery. 
Mother: Go away. Then see what happens. 
The young bald Prakirti went to Jetavana Vihara, covered her with gold. She paid homage to Buddha and clasped her hands next to her. Hundreds of monks, including Ananda, sit around the Buddha. 
Prakirti: Dear Buddha! I did as the Buddha ordered. Blessed are the children of Ananda.
Buddha: Very well, I am now worthy of receiving Ananda. Before I give Ananda to you, answer me some questions. 
Prakirti: Please ask the Blessed One. 
Buddha: What is your favorite place in Ananda? Appearance? Face? Eyes? Parlance? Gait? What? 
Prakirti: For me, Ananda's face is lush. Beautiful nose. Eyes are cute. Tai inviting. Sweet voice. Right thinking. The overall appearance is attractive. That way, I love all his looks.
Buddha: Baby look at Ananda's body is beautiful. But if Ananda's skin is injured, the skin is bleeding. If not healed it swollen. It's hurt. Pus out. The thing is that the cholera is beautiful, just the look that I see, limiting the skin cover. Thus, the beauty or charm is only due to the appearance of skin. If the skin of a person is stripped, no one will look at that person. If anything inside the body is overturned, the crow will come attacking, with the stick to beat. The body is not made of gold, ivory. Not gems, corals. The body is made of bone, skin, tendons, flesh, blood, saliva, feces ... That body is not worth anything when I look at it. If you look at its substance, it's disgusting. People have no idea that it is beautiful. It is impermanent as bubbles, like bubbles, vanish like lightning bolts, virtual illusions like magic, like a dream The body is fleeting, uncertain, false. It is like a bag full of waste. When it is sick, we become our own enemies. If we do not eat a day, if we do not bathe one day, if we do not gargle one day, we will find ourselves disgusting. All that disgusts out the body. The body is the refuge of sickness, of sadness, of fear, of danger. No one knows whether they will die today or tomorrow. Waste of the body makes us disgusting. The body is a brothel of disgust. I can not take this body to go. I do not give anybody this body. The skeleton consists of 300 burns, not including teeth. The joints burn together at 180 joints. 900 ribs of meat. 900 pieces of meat firmly attached to the tendon. The whole skeleton is surrounded by skin, so we do not see anything inside. The skin is polished by a layer of silk weaving. This body has millions of pores. Debris collected outside the body such as grease stagnation around the robe. It is home to millions of insects. It is the place where mourners choose to live. It is covered with waste leather with 9 steam vents.
As the breath departs from this body, everyone is afraid, not dare to touch. Two days later, it stinks with rotten waste. Love this corpse or love the corpse, what is different? Love is due to desire. Where there is no desire, there is no longer drowning. Where there is love, there is also sad. From the day I began to love Ananda, I realized how much sadness, weeping, breathing, loss of food, insomnia, depression, coma. All of that is not happiness? Now, think carefully about your intellect, see if Ananda's body is something lovely? 
Prakirti: Oh, the Enlightened One, I have penetrated the truth through His teachings. I have found the essence of the body that He describes. His heart was light when he heard the Sun. I through all the teachings of the Buddha.
Buddha: If so, I will fulfill my promise to give Ananda to you. Now I can go home with Ananda. 
Prakirti: Oh, the Enlightened One, I do not need ananda anymore. The Blessed One has cured my sickness, his mad healing. I am not a girl who can humble herself like that. All passions have left my mind. Blessed are the merciful to receive me into his nun.
Buddha: My monkhood is as wide as the sea. Every river flows into the sea, mixing water together, no longer distinguish the water of this river with the water of the river, all only one name is the sea. Likewise, we do not discriminate against low or high, race, class, country, who are also in the body of my monks and nuns. On the way, all the different things before disappear, people living together as a single father, the common name is Buddhist. Therefore, nothing obstructs me from entering the nuns. 
Prakirti joined the Order and became Arhat.
The rumors of the Buddha picking up a prostitute in the nihilist spread throughout Savitthi. Generals, brahmins, aristocrats, wealthy, shaken. They wondered how a woman who was helpless, when she became a nun, could enter the home of a higher birth, how a higher birth could reach that woman, how could that woman can receive alms food from high level people. They came to talk to King Kosala. The king, along with an entourage of people in the upper class, came to ask the Buddha. The Buddha called nir Prakirti, the Ananda Prophet and all the monks and nuns around him. Then he asked the king and everyone would like to hear the story of Prakirti's past life. Everybody wants to hear. The Buddha said: 
Previously, on the banks of the Ganges, there was a chief of the lower class called Trishanka. He has a son elite face, smart, learn all the books Vedas. When the young man reaches the age of marriage, his father proposes to the daughter of a Brahmin. That girl is called Prakirti. Brahmin angered, suggesting that the proposal was humiliating. The patriarch brought down the argument to explain that caste distinction is not true, because everyone is human. Why, the Brahmin school wide, understand a lot, so listening to such an explanation, accept, to marry her daughter. 
The beautiful Brahmins' beautiful Prakriti is the former Nirvana of Prakirti who is here. The son of the patriarch is Ananda. I was the patriarch of Trishanka in previous lives. 
People enjoy hearing stories. King Kosala and his entourage bowed to the Buddha and left. . END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.28/1/2018.