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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shrawakaya" data-source="post: 1321213" data-attributes="member: 76359">Ornamented, finely clothedgarlanded, adorned,her feet stained red with lac,she wore slippers:a courtesan.  Stepping out of her slippers --her hands raised before me,palm-to-palm over her heart --she softly, tenderly,in measured wordsspoke to me first:"You are young, recluse.Heed my message:Partake of human sensuality.I will give you luxury.Truly I vow to you,I will tend to you as to a fire.When we are old,both leaning on canes,then we will both become recluses,winning the benefits of both worlds." And seeing her before me --a courtesan, ornamented, finely clothed,hands palm-to-palm over her heart --like a snare of death laid out,apt attention arose in me,the drawbacks appeared,disenchantment stoodat an even keel: With that, my heart was released.See the Dhamma's true rightness!The three knowledgeshave been attained;the Buddha's bidding,done. Sadhu... Sadhu... Sadhu... (extracted from Thera Gatha, Khuddaka Nikaya, Sutta Pitaka)</blockquote>

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