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In the Words of the Buddha:
Due to ignorance, childish beings wander
where there is no liberation.
Not knowing the meaning of liberation,
confused, they commit wicked acts.
Due to delusions, childish beings wander,
their minds continually disturbed.
In the body that has various types of bonds,
fire blazes and burns it up."
- Ārya Sanghāta Sūtra
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Stories and Experiences
Recting the Sanghāta in a Former Slave Market
Teresa del Giudice recited the Sanghāta Sūtra at
the site where thousands of African slaves were bought and sold during
the years of slavery in North America.
I decided to recite the Sanghata Sutra at a place called the Market
House, in the center of historic downtown Fayetteville in North
Carolina. I chose this location because it is where slaves had
been sold in the past. I hope to overcome the massive negative
karma accumulated there. My dedication was for, among other
things, the healing of racism and the wounds of slavery. I
recited alone, in English, on November 23, 2005, which is a
karmic multiplier day, as it is the anniversary of the Buddha's descent
Almost immediately when I began reciting my back began to hurt; I
became incredibly hungry. The weather was cool but sunny --
at some times my legs were burning from the sunlight while my hands
were cold. My nose ran the whole time, and my neck, head, and
whole body began to really ache. I noticed the many passages
where the sutra talks about loving the pleasures of the body!
My physical discomfort reached a point about halfway through the
recitation where I really, really wanted to leave. However, I
felt that the dedication was very important, much more important than
my personal comfort, especially in light of what the sutra itself says
about physical comforts.
I also wondered if the intense physical discomfort were not a
reflection of the vast amount of negative karma accumulated by the
slave trade, almost as if the demons who have inhabited that spot for
so many years were trying to punish me for sending them into that long
night by way of the sutra. As I was leaving the Market House
I felt dizzy and lightheaded. After I got home I felt really
bad. I had to take a shower and go lay down.
I cannot quite grasp the fact that I manifested the Buddha in that
soiled spot. It's too big for me to quite wrap my head around
right now. Thank you for this opportunity.
Afterwards, she writes:
I was left with a certain uneasy or unsure feeling for a while
afterwards. I felt kind of queasy and lightheaded for about a
day after that.
Then, maybe three days later, I was laying in bed, and as soon as I
closed my eyes I had an image in my third eye, clear as a bell, of an
enormous golden buddha dropping on the market house like it weighed
some unknown number of tons, gleaming gold, much bigger than any of the
buildings there. I tried to estimate what size it was, and
every time I'd try to estimate how big it was it would shift to much
huger than I could conceptualize.
It brought tears to my eyes.
More about the Market House at Fayetteville
Among those human beings who were traded as property at this site was
an educated African Muslim who was able to read and write in Arabic,
named Omar Ibn Said. For photo, click