24: The 6th Rains Retreat (Miracles) – 835
and reappear at the eastern edge, then likewise at the western, northern and
southern edge of the universe, and then at the centre of the universe.
Whereupon, a certain person might ask who I am, and the people would answer:
‘She is Gharaṇī, daughter of the Buddha, a female Non-returner.’ This would
lead the people to say: ‘If this display of power is only the prelude, the power of
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daughter of the Buddha, a young woman, the power of the Buddha must
indeed be infinite.’ In consequence, all the heretics would naturally lose courage
and flee without even daring to glance back at you.”
The Buddha told her: “Dear daughter Gharaṇī, I knew you have the power to
demonstrate such a miracle, but the bouquet of flowers attached to the winning
post was not meant for you.” Gharaṇī considered that the Buddha had not given
her permission for good reasons; it might be that there was someone far superior
than her in respect of power in the performance of miracles. So she remained at
a suitable distance.
The Buddha contemplated: “If, in this manner, I should ask my sons and
daughters, in the midst of this spectacle, covering 24 square leagues, they will
rise up bravely and with the mien of a lion king, make such wildly confident
declarations. In this way, the attribute of my sons and daughters will be already
revealed.” He therefore asked other disciples, both males and females, about
their individual achievements. The disciples courageously disclosed the way in
which they would display their miracles in his presence.
Amongst those male and female disciples, who made such bold statements, Cūḷa
Anāthapiṇḍika was one who had this to say: “Most exalted Buddha, when there
is a Non-returner (
Anāgāmī
) disciple of yours such as myself, there is no need to
exert yourself. Let me be kindly permitted to demonstrate a miracle.”
Whereupon the Buddha asked him: “Dear son Anāthapiṇḍika, in what form
would you demonstrate a miracle?”
The lay disciple, Cūḷa Anāthapiṇḍika replied: “I will transform my body into
that of Brahma’s body, which measures 12 leagues, and then by slapping one of
the upper arms with the open palm of the other hand, produce thunderous
sounds of a great rainstorm in the midst of the throngs of people present here.
Whereupon, people would ask: ‘What sort of sound is that?’ and the others
would answer: ‘This is the sound of the clapping of the arms by the young rich
man, Anāthapiṇḍika, who is a Non-returner disciple of the Buddha.’ This will