Fish Who Worked a Miracle [The
Power of Truthfulness]
upon a time, the Enlightenment Being was born as a fish in a pond
in northern India. There were many kinds of fish, big and small,
living in the pond with the Bodhisatta.
came to be a time of severe drought. The rainy season did not come
as usual. The crops of men died, and many ponds, lakes and rivers
fish and turtles dug down and buried themselves in the mud, frantically
trying to keep wet and save themselves. The crows were pleased by
all this. They stuck their beaks down into the mud, pulled up the
frightened little fish, and feasted on them.
suffering of pain and death by the other fish touched the Enlightenment
Being with sadness, and filled him with pity and compassion. He
realized that he was the only one who could save them. But it would
take a miracle.
truth was that he had remained innocent, by never taking the life
of anyone. He was determined to use the power of this wholesome
truth to make rain fall from the sky, and release his relatives
from their misery and death.
pulled himself up from under the black mud. He was a big fish, and
as black from the mud as, polished ebony. He opened his eyes, which
sparkled like rubies, looked up to the sky, and called on the rain
god Pajjunna. He exclaimed, "Oh my friend Pajjunna, god of
rain, I am suffering for the sake of my relatives. Why do you withhold
rain from me, who am perfectly wholesome, and make me suffer in
sympathy with all these fish?"
was born among fish, for whom it is customary to eat other fish
even our own kind, like cannibals! But since I was born,
I myself have never eaten any fish, even one as tiny as a rice grain.
In fact, I have never taken life from anyone. The truthfulness of
this my innocence gives me the right to say to you: Make the rains
fall! Relieve the suffering of my relatives!"
said this the way one gives orders to a servant.
he continued, commanding the mighty rain god Pajjunna: "Make
rain fall from the thunderclouds! Do not allow the crows their hidden
treasures! Let the crows feel the sorrow of their unwholesome actions.
At the same time release me from my sorrow, who have lived in perfect
only a short pause, the sky opened up with a heavy downpour of rain,
relieving many from the fear of death fish, turtles and even
humans. And when the great fish who had worked this miracle eventually
died, he was reborn as he deserved.
moral is: True innocence relieves the suffering