The Terrace of Drunken Oblivion is overseen by Grandmother Mèng. Grand-mother Mèng was born in the Earlier (Western) Hàn Dynasty. In her childhood she studied the Four Books and Five Scriptures of the Confucian school; and devoted herself to seriously chanting Buddhist scriptures. In this she immersed her-self until she became unaware of what was past and had no care about the future, but occupied herself in exhorting mankind to desist from taking life and to become vegetarians. At eighty-one years of age, though her hair was white, her complexion was clear as a child's. She was pure throughout her life, unblemished in her virginity. The only name she knew for herself was her surname Mèng. But men called her " Granny Mèng." She retired to the hills and lived as a religious hermit until the Later (Eastern) Hàn. Then certain people, especially sensitive, were able to understand the causes and effects in their previous lives, and liked to beguile others and play tricks, and they revealed secrets of the netherworld, until their former family members recognized them from their previous existence, and worldly affairs thus became confounded. So His Celestial Majesty the Jade Emperor ordered Granny Mèng to become a goddess in the afterworld and to construct the Terrace of Drunken Oblivion, and he permitted the selection of ghostly officials to assist her and carry out her commands. The souls which the tenth court has ruled should be reborn as humans consume an herbal decoction, neither liquor nor non-liquor, made in five flavors: sweet, bitter, acrid, sour, or salt. All ghosts, before they are reincarnated, are forced to consume this elixir making them forget everything about their former lives. They (instead) carry with them to the next life only slight influences such as the mouth watering when the spleen is impaired [by anger], laughter inducing perspiration, or worry producing tears, anger inducing sobs, or spitting from nervousness. Each (flavor?) brings one, two, or three such weaknesses. For good people, the eyes, nose, tongue, and four limbs will be made more refined, brighter, stronger, and healthier. But evil people's voices, intelligence, spirits, and ambition will be used up and gradually grow feeble. Be warned; repent; do no evil; do good.
The Terrace of Drunken Oblivion is situated in front of the Ten Courts, outside the six bridges. It is square, measuring ten feet every way, and surrounded by 108 small rooms. Running to the east there is a raised path, one foot four inches in breadth, and each of the male or female ghosts transferred here is equipped with a cup. Whether they swallow much or little it matters not; Should there be obstinate or crafty ones, who refuse to drink, Then beneath their feet sharp edged hooks appear, to hold them in place, and a copper tube is forced down their throats, and after enduring some pain, they are compelled to swallow some.
When all the ghosts have drunk this elixir of forgetfulness, ghostly attendants and soldiers are sent to escort them out by the path. and push them on to the hemp-tied Bamboo Floating Bridge of Sorrows. Beneath it there are torrents of rushing red water on either side. Looking ahead from half-way across they perceive written in large characters on a red cliff on the opposite side are the following lines: "To be human is easy, but to act human is hard. Yet to be reborn hu-man perhaps is harder still. For those who would be born again in happy state there is no great difficulty; It is only necessary to keep mouth and heart in harmony." When the spirits have read these words two huge demons jump out from the opposite shore and separately pass over the water surface so frightening the spirits that they can scarcely stand. One wears a black official hat with formal clothes and a brocade jacket; in his hand he holds paper and writing brush, and over his shoulder he carries a sharp sword, with instruments of torture hanging at his waist. He fiercely glares from large, round eyes and laughs a horrid laugh. His name is Short Life. The other has a dirty face, smeared with blood; he wears a white coat, an abacus in his hand and a rice sack over his shoulder. Round his neck hangs a string of paper money (burnt to the dead); his brow contracts tightly, and he utters long sighs. His name is "Death Has a Part," The duty of these great demons is to push the shades off the bridge into the red water. Those of a superficial nature rejoice at the prospect of being born once more as human beings; Those of a deeper nature weep and lament that in life they did not lay up a store of virtuous acts, and thus pass away from the state of mortals for ever. Yet both male and female ghosts, as though drunk or mad, rush on to be born again in any house where a woman is about to give birth. The change from the land of the dead to that of the living is both stifling and murky. And in the womb one's body is upside down and confined, with no room to move, so that both feet kick with force, trying to break out of the womb. At last the sound of "Wah" is heard, and another life begins. Because most people greedily seek the five desires and flavors and especially those associated with killing (e.g., meat) they foolishly lose the Buddha nature provided them at birth. They are ungrateful for the mercy of the Buddha, or of the Jade emperor, or for the instruction of the various gods. They have not thought about how to lead better lives, let alone to become Buddhas or bodhisattvas, or about how to lead lives of evil, engaging the three bad ways, They pay no attention to the end that must overtake them; and finally, they bring themselves once more to the same horrid plight, with demons dragging along their bodies, having wasted another incarnation. So the above lines about the Terrace of Drunken Oblivion were respectfully submitted to the Jade Emperor for inclusion in the Jade Guidebook, to be sent throughout the world so all might know them and might do good and eschew evil and value precious human life.
The Terrace of Drunken Oblivion is situated in front of the Ten Courts, outside the six bridges. It is square, measuring ten feet every way, and surrounded by 108 small rooms. Running to the east there is a raised path, one foot four inches in breadth, and each of the male or female ghosts transferred here is equipped with a cup. Whether they swallow much or little it matters not; Should there be obstinate or crafty ones, who refuse to drink, Then beneath their feet sharp edged hooks appear, to hold them in place, and a copper tube is forced down their throats, and after enduring some pain, they are compelled to swallow some.
When all the ghosts have drunk this elixir of forgetfulness, ghostly attendants and soldiers are sent to escort them out by the path. and push them on to the hemp-tied Bamboo Floating Bridge of Sorrows. Beneath it there are torrents of rushing red water on either side. Looking ahead from half-way across they perceive written in large characters on a red cliff on the opposite side are the following lines: "To be human is easy, but to act human is hard. Yet to be reborn hu-man perhaps is harder still. For those who would be born again in happy state there is no great difficulty; It is only necessary to keep mouth and heart in harmony." When the spirits have read these words two huge demons jump out from the opposite shore and separately pass over the water surface so frightening the spirits that they can scarcely stand. One wears a black official hat with formal clothes and a brocade jacket; in his hand he holds paper and writing brush, and over his shoulder he carries a sharp sword, with instruments of torture hanging at his waist. He fiercely glares from large, round eyes and laughs a horrid laugh. His name is Short Life. The other has a dirty face, smeared with blood; he wears a white coat, an abacus in his hand and a rice sack over his shoulder. Round his neck hangs a string of paper money (burnt to the dead); his brow contracts tightly, and he utters long sighs. His name is "Death Has a Part," The duty of these great demons is to push the shades off the bridge into the red water. Those of a superficial nature rejoice at the prospect of being born once more as human beings; Those of a deeper nature weep and lament that in life they did not lay up a store of virtuous acts, and thus pass away from the state of mortals for ever. Yet both male and female ghosts, as though drunk or mad, rush on to be born again in any house where a woman is about to give birth. The change from the land of the dead to that of the living is both stifling and murky. And in the womb one's body is upside down and confined, with no room to move, so that both feet kick with force, trying to break out of the womb. At last the sound of "Wah" is heard, and another life begins. Because most people greedily seek the five desires and flavors and especially those associated with killing (e.g., meat) they foolishly lose the Buddha nature provided them at birth. They are ungrateful for the mercy of the Buddha, or of the Jade emperor, or for the instruction of the various gods. They have not thought about how to lead better lives, let alone to become Buddhas or bodhisattvas, or about how to lead lives of evil, engaging the three bad ways, They pay no attention to the end that must overtake them; and finally, they bring themselves once more to the same horrid plight, with demons dragging along their bodies, having wasted another incarnation. So the above lines about the Terrace of Drunken Oblivion were respectfully submitted to the Jade Emperor for inclusion in the Jade Guidebook, to be sent throughout the world so all might know them and might do good and eschew evil and value precious human life.
GRANDMOTHER MENG PO |
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