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coming down from a tree, yet he still did not move, even as fear shot through him like the sting of red ants.<br />
He tried to overcome all physical fears. He believed that once his body was no longer enslaved by fear, his mind would break the chains<br />
of suffering. Sometimes he sat with his teeth clenched while pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, using his willpower to<br />
suppress all fear and horror. Even when he broke into a c<strong>old</strong> sweat and his whole body became drenched, he did not move. At other<br />
times, he held his breath for long stretches until a roar like thunder or a blazing furnace pounded in his ears, and his head felt as though<br />
someone had taken an axe and cleaved it in two. Sometimes he felt as though his head was being squeezed by a steel band and his stomach<br />
slashed open like a goat’s by a butcher. And at times, he felt as if his body was being roasted over an open fire. Through these austere<br />
practices, he was able to consolidate his courage and discipline, and his body was able to endure unspeakable pain, but his heart was still<br />
without peace.<br />
The monk Gautama practiced austerities in this way for six months. For the first three of these months, he was alone on the mountain, but<br />
during the fourth month, he was discovered by five disciples of Master Uddaka Ramaputta, led by his <strong>old</strong> friend Kondanna. Siddhartha<br />
was happy to see Kondanna again, and he found out that just one month after Siddhartha left the meditation center, Kondanna himself had<br />
attained the state of neither perception nor non-perception. Seeing there was nothing more he could learn from Master Uddaka,<br />
Kondanna persuaded four friends to join him in seeking Siddhartha. After several weeks, they were lucky enough to find him, and they<br />
expressed their desire to stay and practice with him. Siddhartha explained to them why he was exploring the <strong>path</strong> of self-mortification, and<br />
the five young men, Kondanna, Vappa, Bhaddiya, Assaji, and Mahanama, resolved to join him. Each monk found a cave to live in, not far<br />
from one another, and every day one of them went into town to beg for food. When he returned, the food was divided into six portions so<br />
that none of them had more than a small handful each day.<br />
Days and months went by, and the six monks grew thin and gaunt. They left the mountain and moved east toward the village of Uruvela,<br />
on the bank of the Neranjara, and continued to practice in the same way. But Siddhartha’s austerities began to alarm even his five<br />
companions, and they found it impossible to keep up with him. Siddhartha ceased bathing in the river or even taking his share of the food.<br />
On some days he ate just a shrivelled guava he happened to find on the ground or a piece of dried buffalo manure. His body had become<br />
terribly wasted—it was little more than loose flesh hanging on protruding bones. He had not cut his hair or beard in six months, and when<br />
he rubbed his head, handfuls of hair fell out as though there was no longer any space for it to grow on the bit of flesh still clinging to his skull.<br />
And then one day, while practicing sitting meditation in a cemetery, Siddhartha realized with a jolt how wrong the <strong>path</strong> of selfmortification<br />
was. The sun had set and a cool breeze gently caressed his skin. After sitting all day beneath the blazing sun, the breeze was<br />
delightfully refreshing, and Siddhartha experienced an ease in his mind unlike anything he had felt during the day. He realized that body and<br />
mind formed one reality which could not be separated. The peace and comfort of the body were directly related to the peace and comfort<br />
of the mind. To abuse the body was to abuse the mind.<br />
He remembered the first time he sat in meditation when he was nine years <strong>old</strong>, beneath the cool shade of a rose-apple tree on the day of<br />
the year’s first plowing. He remembered how the refreshing ease of that sitting had brought him a sense of clarity and calm. He recalled, as<br />
well, his meditation in the forest right after Channa had left him. He thought back to his first days with Master Alara Kalama—those initial<br />
sessions of meditation had nourished both body and mind, creating in him a deep ability to concentrate and focus. But after that, Master<br />
Alara Kalama had t<strong>old</strong> him to transcend the joys of meditation in order to attain to states that existed beyond the material world, states such<br />
as the realms of limitless space and limitless consciousness, and the state of no materiality. Later, there had been the state of neither<br />
perception nor non-perception. Always the goal had been to find a means to escape the world of feeling and thought, the world of<br />
sensation and perception. He asked himself, “Why follow only the traditions laid down in scripture? Why fear the joyful ease that meditation<br />
brings? Such joys have nothing in common with the five categories of desire which obscure awareness. To the contrary, the joys of<br />
meditation can nourish body and mind and provide the strength needed to pursue the <strong>path</strong> to enlightenment.”<br />
The monk Gautama resolved to regain his health and to use his meditation to nourish both body and mind. He would beg for food again<br />
starting the next morning. He would be his own teacher, not depending on the teachings of anyone else. Happy with this decision, he<br />
stretched out on a mound of earth and peacefully drifted off to sleep. The full moon had just risen in a cloudless sky, and the Milky Way<br />
stretched clear and radiant across the heavens.<br />
The monk Gautama awoke the next morning to the sound of birds singing. He stood up and recalled his decisions of the previous night.<br />
He was covered with dirt and dust, and his robe was so tattered and threadbare it no longer covered his body. He remembered seeing a<br />
corpse in the cemetery the day before, and he guessed that today or tomorrow people would lift it down to the river to perform the<br />
cremation ceremony, and the brick-colored cloth that covered it would no longer be needed. He approached the corpse and, reflecting<br />
quietly on birth and death, respectfully removed the cloth from the body. The corpse was that of a young woman, her body swollen and<br />
discolored. Siddhartha would use the brick-colored cloth as a new robe.<br />
He walked to the river to bathe himself and at the same time to wash the cloth. The water was cool, and Siddhartha found it<br />
overwhelmingly refreshing. He enjoyed the pleasant feeling of the water on his skin, welcoming the sensation with a new state of mind. He<br />
took a long time bathing, and then he scrubbed and wrung out his new robe. But as he went to climb out of the water, his strength failed<br />
him. He did not have enough energy to pull himself onto the bank. He stood quietly and breathed calmly. To one side he saw a tree branch