9.3 The Story about the Devadhītā Lāja
Lājadevadhītāvatthu
Dhp 118
Burlingame: Goddess and Monk
A young woman working in the fields gave parched rice to Elder Mahā Kassapa and was thereby reborn as a Devadhītā in Tusita Heaven; she desired to do more good deeds for Elder Mahā Kassapa, but was restrained by him; the Buddha explained the reason for her motivation with a verse.
Keywords: Great Disciples, Offerings, Devadhītās, Death, Radiant Image
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“If a person should make merit,”
For while venerable Mahā Kassapa was in residence at Pipphali Cave, he entered into a state of absorption, remaining therein for seven days. Arising from absorption on the seventh day, he surveyed with his divine eye the places where he was wont to go his rounds for alms. As he looked abroad, he beheld a certain woman, the keeper of a field of rice-paddy, parching heads of rice which she had gathered. Thereupon he considered within himself: “Is she endowed with faith or is she not endowed with faith?” Straightaway becoming aware that she was endowed with faith, he reflected: “Will she be able to render me assistance?” Straightaway he became aware of the following: “This noble young woman is wise and resourceful; she will render me assistance, and as the result of so doing she will receive a rich reward.” So he put on his robe, took bowl in hand, and went and stood near the rice-field.
When this noble young woman saw the elder, her heart believed, and her body was suffused with the five sorts of joy. “Wait a moment, venerable Sir,” said she. Taking some of the parched rice, she went
Now in a certain hole by the road skirting the field of growing rice lurked a poisonous snake. He was not able to bite the elder’s leg, for it was covered with his yellow robe. But as that noble young woman reached that spot on her return, reflecting upon the alms she had given to the elder, the snake wriggled out of his hole, bit her, and then and there caused her to fall prostrate on the ground. Dying with believing heart, she was reborn in the Realm of the Thirty-Three.
Like a sleeper awakened, she awoke in a celestial mansion of gold thirty leagues in extent; her stature was three-quarters of a league. She wore a celestial robe twelve leagues in measure as an undergarment, and another celestial robe twelve leagues long as an upper garment. She had a retinue of a thousand Accharās. The portal of the mansion was richly ornamented, and there hung down therefrom a golden vessel filled with golden grains of rice, to make known her former work of merit.
Standing at the portal of the mansion, she surveyed her glory and considered within herself: “Through what work of merit did I attain this glory?” Straightaway she became aware of the following: “My glory is the result of my gift of parched rice to the Elder Mahā Kassapa.” Then she thought to herself: “Since I have received this splendor and glory as the result of a trifling work of merit, I ought not henceforth to be heedless. I will therefore perform the major and minor duties for the elder and so make my salvation sure.” Accordingly early in the morning she took a golden broom and a golden receptacle for sweepings, went to the elder’s cell, swept it clean, and set out water for drinking.
When the elder saw what had been done, he concluded: “Some young monk or novice must have rendered me this service.” On the second day the Devadhītā did the same thing again, and the elder again came to the same conclusion. But on the third day the elder
“Pray depart hence, Devadhītā. Never mind about the duties you have rendered, but henceforth come no more here.” – “Venerable Sir, do not destroy me. Permit me to perform the major and minor services for you and so make my salvation sure.” – “Devadhītā, depart hence, lest in the future, when expounders of the Dhamma take the variegated fan and sit down, they have reason to say: ‘Report has it that a Devadhītā comes and performs the major and minor duties for Elder Mahā Kassapa, setting out water for him to drink.’ Henceforth, therefore, come no more here, but turn your steps elsewhere.” – “Venerable Sir, do not destroy me,” begged the Devadhītā again and again. The elder thought to himself: “This Devadhītā pays no attention to my command.” Therefore he said to her: “You do not know your place.” So saying, he snapped his fingers in contempt. The Devadhītā, not daring to remain where she was, flew up into the air, and extending her clasped hands in an attitude of reverence, cried out: “Venerable Sir, do not nullify the attainment I have attained. Let me make my salvation sure.” Thereupon the Devadhītā wept and wailed and lamented, standing poised in the air.
As the Teacher sat in his Perfumed Chamber at Jetavana,
118. Puññañ-ce puriso kayirā, kayirāthetaṁ punappunaṁ,
tamhi chandaṁ kayirātha, sukho puññassa uccayo.
If a person should make merit, he should
do it again and again, let him place
his intention there, there is an increase
of joy for the one who has made merit.
At the end of the teaching that Devadhītā, standing at least forty-five leagues high, AJ: earlier in the story it said: “… her stature was three-quarters of a league.” reached the fruition of Stream-entry.