瑤池家書 — a revealed letter of the Way of the Former Heaven
The Family Letter from the Jade Pool (瑤池家書, Yaochi jiashu) is a revealed letter of the Way of the Former Heaven (先天道, Xiantiandao), the sectarian movement of nineteenth-century China in whose lineage Yiguandao also stands. It speaks in the voice of the Mother of the Infinite, the Golden Mother of the Jade Pool, writing in tears to the ninety-six hundred-million children she sent into the East Land and lost there. The letter says it came down in a jiaxu year, in the month chou. It runs the history of the Way through the reigns from Qianlong to Guangxu and closes by looking ahead to a yihai year, which places the revelation in the winter of 1874–75.
In 234 lines of sung ten-character verse, it tells the whole story of the Mother in small compass. The Way of the Former Heaven, withheld for sixty thousand years, is given once to save the many, and it reappeared in the first year of Daoguang. The three calamities and the five hard winds of the last kalpa are coming. The Mother laments children who call her teaching heresy, who kill living creatures and cling to love's ties. The fall of the Ming and the rise of the Qing are reckoned as debts of grievance repaid. Three merits are urged: set living creatures free, print good books, keep the precepts and recite the scripture. There is a vision of the Land of Utmost Joy. Running through it all is the One Thread (一貫), the secret of the Way. At the end the Mother apologizes for her own rough rhymes: "an old woman's words, homely talk."
This edition is a recut of 1918, its blocks kept at the Hall of Delight in Goodness (樂善堂), paid for by an anonymous donor of Wuxiang in Shanxi. This is a complete translation made directly from the Chinese; the full source text follows the English.
Recut in the winter month of the wuwu year of the Republic of China; the blocks are kept at the Hall of Delight in Goodness.
Paid for by one without a name, of Daliang Village, northwest of Wuxiang, Shanxi.
The Family Letter from the Jade Pool: in the jiaxu year, at the new moon of the chou month, it came down at Wusi Maojian.
Yi-wood stirs, hai-water is born, the great Way flows free;
I exhort the worthy and good: keep the good Way, and till death do not fall short.
The Way of the Former Heaven is most honored and precious, not let out before its time;
in sixty thousand years, this first time, the assembly passes it on to save the many,
to save good men together with believing women, all rising to the realm of heaven,
lifting up nine generations, drawing up seven ancestors, together to enjoy the glory.
It is far better than that Way in China, when the yin immortals governed the age:
one person cultivated, one person succeeded, and the ancestors were not raised up.
The immortals of age after age all achieved the Way in China;
only this assembly is the True Scripture of the Ancient Buddha of the Former Heaven.
The Mother of the Infinite, because of the evil kalpa, shows the Way to save the many;
so glad are the Buddhas of the three heavens, they celebrate the merit in the Western Heaven.
They celebrate the Golden Mother, who opens her vast grace and passes the Way to the eastern realm;
the immortals and Buddhas, yin and yang together, all go back to the Jade Capital.
And so it is said: Qianlong went back to heaven, and Jiaqing appeared,
because the immortals and Buddhas of the Western Heaven were celebrating the Way's going east.
The celebration done, each came down into the world in reverse guise, dividing out their natures,
falling into good families, to raise their nine kindreds all to the palace of heaven.
In the first year of Daoguang the great Way appeared, the flying phoenix came to the eastern realm,
writing good books, teaching cultivation and refining, the Way sending out its bright light.
The Way's light shone bright thirty years, and Xianfeng was in the world;
Xianfeng's age was eleven springs, and under Tongzhi the practice went on.
Tongzhi's Way ran thirteen years; Guangxu took up the line of the Way:
the light restored, the thread appearing; the great Way not entered, the Way made bright.
All you worthy and good, seeing this letter, be bold and wake up fast:
Heaven's secret draws near, the evil kalpa is coming, the fire-pit before your eyes.
Now, from this, the three calamities come down, the five demons all stir:
plague, war, the kalpa of water, fire and wind — truly, truly without mercy.
[…] […] turtle joined with nine demons, China in great upheaval;
and there are the eight great ones, and the spirits of the eight directions […].
Heaven goes dark, earth goes dim, evil ghosts shout and answer;
mountain goblins and water demons run wild in broad day.
The lost are like penned pigs, glad only when the feed is plenty;
how would they know that when the twelfth month comes, they will want to live and cannot?
The three calamities stir, the eight hardships arrive, men and beasts die off clean;
water, fire, wind, the three great kalpas: ghosts wail and gods take fright.
Gold and silver and riches and treasure: count them all useless;
fine houses, fine granaries and galleries, burned clean in one fire.
Father weeps for son, son weeps for father, and they cannot stay together;
mother calls her daughter, daughter calls her mother, and nowhere to flee for life.
At that hour you will want to give up your wealth, cultivate the Way, look to your life;
weep yourselves to death, weep yourselves alive, regret then is no use.
I exhort the people of the world: give up the four characters, keep the fast and the precepts, revere the gods,
print good books, set living things free, be quick to recite the True Scripture.
Do not wait till you reach the cliff's edge to rein in the horse, or till you are thirsty to dig the well:
newly molding Buddhas, newly burning incense, you beg the gods and they will not answer.
While for now there is still saving, be quick and add your courage:
cut off love's ties, give up fame and gain, escape from the cage of birth.
Do much good, seek the great Way, the One Thread pointing you awake:
Heaven over Wind is Gou, Earth over Thunder is Fu, pure yang rises up.
Lift up nine generations, draw up seven ancestors, attest your place in the heavenly hall;
why fear the three and the eight hardships, the sky falling, the earth breaking?
These words of exhortation are for the ninety-six Buddha-natures;
the rootless, seeing this, will surely call it wild wind.
This is the stirring of the kalpa of the Three Periods, once in sixty thousand years:
at the end of the sign of wu, yang qi wanes and yin evil springs up.
People are not as of old, affairs are not upright; they have made the sickness of the kalpa;
all of it is harm they do themselves, and by themselves it is hard to get out of the cage.
The Mother of the Infinite sits in the Numinous Empyrean, long lamenting, grieving, wailing:
her Buddha-children, left to the East — how shall they go back to the light […]?
There was nothing for it: from the Hall of the Numinous Empyrean a secret decree went out;
in the first year of Daoguang the great Way appeared, to save from the kalpa […] […].
The imperial children are lost in the red dust, fierce as tigers and wolves;
seeing good books that teach the cultivating of the Way, their eyes go black.
They open their mouths and call it heresy, slander it as not upright:
fasting and keeping the precepts in the open, cultivating the great Way, doing crooked things in secret.
They chew on the words and gnaw on the characters, and put on a set manner;
they talk of the One Thread, talk of the vast and flowing, and do not understand the one breath.
The Way of the Great Learning, the rites of the Mean: which of them can understand?
The learning of nature and life, the Way of yin and yang: who has it plain in their heart?
Joining heaven and earth, joining the human body: one principle settles it;
yin and yang in union, nature and life joined to the Mother, and a person's circuit runs through.
If you would know Heaven, set moving the Kan and Li of the human body;
if you would know man, […] heaven and earth, Qian and Kun sorted clear.
Heaven is man and man is Heaven, one principle answering;
apart from breathing out and in, apart from yin and yang, not for a moment does it go.
Nature is yang, life is yin; breathing out and in, they move:
the upper turns back to the lower, the lower back to the upper, one breath threading through.
First restore your own body to Heaven, set the Eight Trigrams right,
and of itself you understand the principle of heaven and earth, the Great Learning and the Book of Changes.
This mystery, unless you gain the Way, you can never understand;
even with wits beyond Yan and Min, it is hard to work it out.
If you can gain the true transmission, look to this bright mandate:
of yourself subdue the self, of yourself return to the rites, of yourself have joy within the body.
First bright virtue, then loving the people; know where to stop, be settled and still:
that is the order, first and after, for cultivating the great Way.
The learning of today is only for others; fame and gain are what weigh;
who in truth cultivates the nobility of Heaven, and lives out what the sages and worthies did?
Many have thrown away the eight characters, filial, brotherly, loyal, clean away;
many have cut off the Five Constants, humaneness, rightness, the rites, clean off.
[…] […] […] the Way does not congeal; they do not attend to their root nature;
they recite floating words, write floating prose, win floating rank and fame.
[…] […] books, they boast that they study to be worthies, study to be sages,
puffed up and lofty, proud and vain, with […] feeling […].
Judged by true principle, all of it is heavy sin of the Confucian gate;
let each ask himself: Confucius' One Thread, does it go through or does it not?
Borrowing the Confucian gate to seek riches and rank, their eyes and their deeds not upright,
seeing good people cultivate the nobility of Heaven, they will insist it is a crooked wind.
Whoever fasts and keeps the precepts and learns the great Way, they slander as a crooked path;
whoever burns incense and recites the scriptures, they cry it up and down as a crooked wind.
Truly to be sighed over: the Buddha-children dreaming in the Eastern Grove,
lost in the four characters, clinging to love's ties, have handed away their ancestors.
Mother can do nothing: the root and source of heaven and earth is lost clean;
all you sons and daughters, seeing the family letter, quickly, quickly take the road together.
Think back: in that year the Mother of the Infinite brought heaven and earth to birth and set them;
heaven opened at zi, earth spread out at chou, the Two Modes were parted plain.
Heaven and earth met, the Two Modes joined, yin and yang were fitted together;
ninety-six hundred-million grandsons and granddaughters were born from one womb.
Heaven the nature, the father; Earth the life, the mother; the Grandmother of the Infinite:
only then were there we, the three generations of Buddhas, enjoying glory in the heavenly hall.
When the yin hour came, she sent the grandchildren down into the world, dividing out their natures,
to change into human bodies and govern the world; the Three Powers stood out plain.
In the morning they fell into the dust, at evening went home to heaven, up and down, never settled;
not one of them kept to the East Land to govern and order its affairs.
The Mother of the Infinite, having no other way, took back their Buddha-nature:
from each she took away, quenching the fire-wheel, the true numen of the three lights.
Immortals and Buddhas, apart from the three lights, cannot move about;
she set up wine, lust and wealth, the four characters, to befog them.
In the gaudy world, paired as husband and wife, merry over fine wine,
clinging to love's ties, greedy for fame and gain, they forgot their home.
For wealth and silk, […] others and self, the field of the heart not upright;
for mouth and belly, blind to humaneness and right, they kill living creatures.
Heaven, having no other way, sent out King Yama to keep the accounts in the dark underworld;
the wheel of the six paths turns round and round, good and evil sorted plain.
Man turns to beast, beast turns to man, changing without end;
born and dead, dead and born, sixty thousand years and more.
Now it has come to the end of the sign of wu, and yang qi holds command;
the debts of later births, the ghosts of the wrongfully dead, want their accounts settled.
The black grievance-qi of all the slain creatures chokes and blocks the universe;
they cry injustice, they cry pain, ringing like the sound of thunder.
The Yuan dynasty ended and the Great Ming appeared; the Great Ming, wronged lives:
the wronged ghosts together lodged their plaints and reported them plainly to the court of Heaven.
The Mother of the Jade Pool in the Hall of the Numinous Empyrean, the bitter scene in every detail:
her fine dragon robe in the chamber wept wet; truly it grieves the heart.
Truly vexing: the people of the dusty world, their hearts and guts are grown so heavy;
man and beast, though their bodies differ, are one in nature and life.
Greedy for fine tastes, they kill flesh and blood, boil it in broth and cook it for use;
wounding Heaven's principle, blind to the humane heart: how can Mother rest?
In one burst of anger, from the Hall of the Numinous Empyrean a decree of judgment went out:
the Hong count spent and full, there took the throne, by bonds of grievance, the Great Qing.
It is not that the dear Old Mother's heart has no mercy in its charge;
it is all that heaven and earth, which bring to birth, must hold things level in hand.
The Great Qing appeared and set up its dynastic name for more than two hundred years:
the wronged ghosts were ordered each to be reborn, and the bonds of grievance repaid plainly.
The wicked, to collect their debts, turned into local bandits, rising against the state, fighting to win;
meeting their enemies they kill without fail and do not spare them a moment.
The good, to collect their debts, turned into the five relations, the village and neighbors, one realm,
harming by kindness or harming by enmity, in clear day repaying the wrong.
This is the sixty-thousand-year kalpa, the root and sum of the Great Qing;
in brief, if Mother did not tell it, no one could understand.
I exhort you all: be quick to do good, store up virtue in the hidden dark;
establish three merits, move heaven and earth to pardon your sins away.
The first: first refrain from killing, buy living creatures and set them free,
to offset the debt of beasts killed in former lives, and beg Heaven to pardon it clear.
The second: print good books, to exhort the many all to wake,
to offset the sins of the mouth in former lives, and beg Heaven to strike them from the record.
The third: keep the five precepts whole, revere heaven and earth always,
recite the True Scripture, to lift the wronged souls out of suffering and raise them up.
If you truly can establish the three merits, seek the Way, have your nature pointed out,
gain the One Thread and refine pure yang, then you can go back to the Jade Capital.
The Way of the Former Heaven: that is the road up to heaven;
without gaining the Way, to hope to rise up — never, never can you.
Though the bitter sea has no shore or edge, turn your head and there is the bank;
drop the butcher's knife and become an immortal or a Buddha: no empty name at all.
Heaven loves life: it records only the good, not the evidence of evil;
only if you truly can change, ten thousand, ten thousand are wiped clean.
Truly hateful: the people of the dusty world, their delusion so heavy,
they would rather give up life than give up wealth to seek the Way and escape to life.
In the Western Heaven they craved the glory and would not go down to the eastern realm;
come to the East Land, they cling to love's ties and will not take the road back.
Silly children, in the red-dust dream, dazed and dazed, staring and staring,
how would you know the fortune of the age is failing, the fire-pit right before your eyes?
Without the Way there is no road: you must die in pit and well;
the dear Old Mother in the Precious Mighty Hall, how can she have peace?
There was nothing for it: I passed on the great Way and pointed out the road to save the many;
kindness is repaid with enmity: they call it heresy and slander it without mercy.
If I said, I will harden my heart and not save my children's lives —
truly pitiable! the five winds stir, and one fire roasts all clean.
All of them are hearts in motion, hung from heaven and earth, natures divided out:
harm any one of them, and would the Old Mother not ache?
Wailing, mourning, mourning; grieving, aching, aching, once more I send the letter;
I take up the golden brush, tears like rain, dripping my breast wet.
I weep for my sons and daughters, so deep in delusion that good exhortation will not wake them;
talk till heavenly flowers fall, they will not believe in practice.
[…] fields and land, silver and coin: that is their life;
greedy for mouth and belly, clinging to beauty, they will not give up common feeling.
They do not know at all that this evil kalpa is about to stir before their eyes:
plague and war will rise, chaos thick as hemp, they will want to get through and cannot.
Keep close guard against the kalpa of water and fire, ten thousand fathoms fierce;
and there are the five hard winds: one sweep, and the earth is level.
Sun and moon fall, stars and Dipper drop, the mountains shake, the earth moves;
it simply burns the East Land, above and below, red through and through.
Those who have gained the Way, in the Cloud City, turn the elixir and refine the nature;
when three years are full they rise to the realm of heaven, to enjoy glory for ever.
The eaters of the five pungents, with no qi of the Way, are burned clean in one fire:
nature and life to ash, hun and po dissolved, never again cast into the East.
This is the end of the sign of wu, the sixty-thousand-year kalpa fixed;
when I think of it, my sons and daughters, how can I not grieve?
The Old Grandmother in the Numinous Empyrean hall weeps till her throat chokes,
afraid her imperial children will die within the kalpa, nature and life with no ancestor.
You grumble and talk of the red-dust world, its gaudy, lovely sights;
how would you know the joy of the heavenly hall is better than common feeling?
I exhort men and women: be quick to look for the road, seek the Way, find the path;
the realm of the Western Heaven, the Land of Utmost Joy, is better far than the East.
No dust there, no grime, not hot, not cold;
free and easy, at ease in yourself, enjoying glory.
Eat the immortal peaches, go to the immortals' feast, immortals keeping you company, immortals paying respect;
hold up immortal tea, pour immortal wine, immortal maidens, immortal […].
Mists of auspicious cloud part into five colors, floating, floating, moving, moving;
sit on the lotus throne, golden treasures appear, green, green, red, red.
On the left the Golden Boys, on the right the Jade Maidens, at your errand, your errand, your service, your service;
every hour, every moment, moment, close at your side, attending, attending, greeting, greeting.
[…] furnished […] bright, pavilions, pavilions, clear, clear, clean, clean;
free and easy, easy, merry, merry, receiving, receiving, at ease, at ease.
The ancestors of the elder generations, the forebears of nine generations, seated settled in one palace;
you of some grade, he of some grade, all alike in glory.
The people of the household, old and young together, for ten thousand ages dispel […];
in the Land of Utmost Joy they enjoy the glory and are never again cast into the East.
Cultivate one lifetime, and ten thousand things you enjoy, neither defiled nor pure;
in the palace of heaven, free and easy as you please, never aging, living long.
[…] without end the joys of the Western Heaven, rare flowers, immortal scenes;
never again think of the suffering of the Eastern Grove, the torment […] […] can.
If you are an original one, seeing the family letter you wake as from a dream;
if you are not an original one, seeing the family letter you snicker and play the clever one.
If you are an original one, seeing the family letter you give up wealth to save your life;
if you are not an original one, seeing the family letter you will not cultivate in earnest.
An old woman's words, homely talk, the rhymes and tones not right,
coarse and coarse again, vulgar and vulgar again, and no oblique and level tones.
Doubt that this letter came down from Heaven, disbelieve the gods and holy ones,
and you will surely die in misery within this kalpa, with never a saving star.
Believe it or not, Mother just keeps sending the family letter down;
the bright road is pointed out: if you will not walk it, die and have no complaint.
The one letter is written through; I charge you, obey:
wait for the yihai year, when the new spring is set, and in the eight directions […] it goes.
Colophon
This is a complete English translation of 瑤池家書, made directly from the Chinese of the 1918 woodblock print described below. No English translation of this letter is known to us.
The source was transcribed twice, independently, from the scan, and every disagreement between the two transcriptions was settled by close inspection of the page image. Where wear or blotting has destroyed the text (most of all on one blotted half-leaf near the end), the English marks each lost character's place with […], and nothing has been supplied. A handful of evident misprints are translated by their sense. The opening phrase 戊巳毛監, of uncertain meaning, is given as the place where the letter came down. Renderings follow the Library's Dragon Flower Precious Scripture: the Old Mother (老母), the East Land (東土), the original ones (原人), the Former Heaven (先天), the last kalpa (末劫); 一貫 is "the One Thread."
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Source Text: 瑤池家書
Transcribed from the woodblock print, column by column; each line below is one printed column, the upper and lower verse phrases separated by a space. □ marks a character lost to wear or blotting; a bracketed character with a question mark, [字?], is a doubtful reading.
民國戊午年冬月重刻板存樂善堂
瑤池家書
[山?][西?]武鄉西北大樑村無名氏捐貲
[瑤?]池家書 甲戌丑朔降於戊巳毛監
乙木動亥水生大道亨通 勸賢良守善道[至?]死莫[虧?]
先天道至尊貴非時不洩 六萬載頭一次會[傳?][救?][眾?]
救善男合信女齊昇天界 超九玄拔七祖同享華榮
勝似那中華道陰仙治世 一人修一人成不超祖宗
[累?]代仙俱都是中華成道 惟此會是先天古佛真經
無極母為惡劫現道救眾 只喜的三天佛西天慶功
慶金母開洪恩道傳東境 眾仙佛陰陽合齊回瑤京
因此說乾隆歸天現嘉慶 為西天眾仙佛慶道東行
慶賀畢各下世倒裝分性 落善家超九族齊昇天宮
道光元現大道飛鸞東境 著善書講修煉道放光明
[道?]光明三十年咸豐於世 咸豐世十一春同治修行
同治道一十三光緒道統 光復現緒大道不入道明
眾賢良見書帖猛勇速醒 天機近惡劫臨眼前火坑
[目?]下由三災降五魔齊動 瘟兵劫水火風實々無[情?]
□□[龜?]合九妖中華大動 還有那八大和八方[神?]□
天又昏地又暗惡鬼喊[應?] 山妖精水妖怪白書橫行
眾迷人比圈豬只喜食盛 怎知道臨臘月想活不能
三災動八難臨人畜死淨 水火風三大劫鬼哭神驚
有金銀合財寶盡算無用 好房屋好倉廊一火焚清
父哭兒々哭父不能相[並?] 娘叫[女?]々叫娘無處逃生
那時節想捨財修道顧命 任哭死任哭活後悔不中
勸世人捨四字齋戒神敬 刷善書放生命快誦真經
[毋?]臨涯在[勒?]馬臨渴掘井 新捏佛新燒香求神不電[sic]
趁暫且還可救快加猛勇 割恩愛捨名利逃出生籠
多行善求大道一貫指惺 天風姤地雷復純陽上昇
超九玄拔七祖天堂位證 何懼那三八難天塌地崩
這[段?]言勸[哩?]是九六佛性 無根人一見此定說狂風
此本是六萬年三期劫動 午字末陽氣衰陰惡發生
人不古事不正造下劫症 俱都是自害自難出樊籠
無極母坐靈霄[長?]哀悲慟 眾佛子任東上怎[歸?][光?]□
無奈何靈霄殿秘旨傳動 道光元現大道救[劫?]□□
眾皇兒迷紅塵虎狼凶猛 見善書講修道黑了眼睛
開口說是異端謗毀不正 明齋戒修大道暗地邪行
又咬文又嚼字模樣裝定 講一貫講浩然一氣不明
大學道中庸禮那個能懂 性命學陰陽道誰了心中
合天地合人身一理批定 陰陽[交?][性?][命?]合母人運通
想知天將人身坎離撥動 想知人□[天?]地乾坤分清
天即人人即天一理相應 離呼吸[離?]陰陽時刻不行
性為陽命為陰呼及運動 上反下下反上一氣貫通
將自身先復天八卦安正 自然明天地理大學易經
此玄妙非得道終不能懂 即聰明過顏閔亦難解清
如果能得真傳顧是明命 自克己自復禮自樂身中
先明德後親民知止定靜 那就是修大道先後章程
今之學惟為人名利事重 果誰是修天爵聖賢體行
有許多孝弟忠八字棄淨 有許多仁義禮五常絕清
□□□不凝道不務本性 誦浮詞作浮文取浮功名
□□書自誇自學賢學聖 又憤高又驕矜有□[情?]□
真理批俱都是儒門罪重 各問自孔一貫通呼不通
借儒門求富貴目行不正 見善人修天爵偏言邪風
誰齋戒學大道毀謗邪徑 誰燒香誦經文唱揚邪風
真可嘆眾佛子東林做夢 迷四字戀恩愛交了祖宗
娘無奈將天地根源迷淨 眾兒女見家書速速同程
想當年無極母天地生定 天開子地闢丑兩儀分明
天地交兩儀會陰陽合适 九六億孫男女一胎產生
天性父地命母無極奶奶 纔有喒三輩佛天堂享榮
至寅時命眾孫下世分性 化人身治世界三才判明
朝落塵暮歸天上下不定 沒一個佰東土治理事情
無極母無其奈撤了佛性 各摘去息火輪三光真靈
眾仙佛離三光不能行動 興下了酒色財四字迷蒙
花花世配夫妻歡樂美酒 戀恩愛貪名利妄了家庭
為財帛□人我心田不正 圖口腹眛仁義殺害生靈
天無奈發閻君賬記幽冥 六道輪周流轉善惡分明
人轉畜々轉人改換無定 生又死々又生六萬餘[年?]
至如今午字末陽氣常令 後生債屈死鬼要把賬清
眾牲靈黑怨氣字[宙?]塞壅 又喊冤又叫苦叮如雷聲
元朝盡現大明大明冤命 合屈鬼齊告狀奏明天庭
瑤池母靈霄殿細[備?]苦景 良龍袍[屋?]哭濕寔[人?]傷情
真可惱塵世人心腸特重 人與畜[體?]雖異性命一同
貪美味殺血肉湯煮烹用 傷天理眛仁心叫娘何安
一怒間靈霄殿審旨傳動 洪數盡滿登基冤緣大清
並非是老親娘心無慈命 俱都是天地生手要托平
現大清立國號二百餘載 命屈鬼各投生冤緣報明
惡要賬轉土寇反國爭勝 遇仇人一定殺立時不容
善要賬轉五倫鄉党一境 或恩害或仇害晴報屈情
這就是六萬劫大清根總 大約略娘不說無人能明
勸大眾快行善積德陰冥 立三功感天地赦去罪名
第一件先戒殺買放生命 敵前世殺牲債求天赦清
第二件印善書勸眾都惺 敵前世口過罪求天除名
第三件五戒全天地常敬 誦真經超冤魂出苦超昇
果能立三件功求道指性 得一貫煉純陽能回瑤京
先天道那就是昇天路徑 不得道想超昇萬萬不能
雖苦海無邊涯回頭是岸 丟屠刀成仙佛並非虛名
天好生但記善不記惡證 只要你真能改萬々消清
真可恨塵世人迷昧特重 寧舍命不[舍?]財求道逃生
在西天貪榮花不下東境 到東土戀恩愛又不回程
傻孩子紅塵夢迷々瞪々 怎曉得氣運敗眼下火坑
不得道無路徑必死坑井 老娘親寶雄殿怎能安寧
無奈何傳大道指路救眾 恩反仇說異端謗毀無情
我在說狠狠心不救兒命 真可憐五風動一火烘清
俱都是運心[縣?]天地分性 傷害了那一個老娘不疼
慟哀々悲切々再把書送 提金筆淚如雨滴濕前胸
哭兒女迷昧深善勸不惺 任憑說天花墜不信修行
□[田?]地銀子錢就是他命 貪口腹戀美色不捨凡情
[原?]不知這惡劫眼前要動 瘟兵起亂如麻想過不能
緊防着水火劫萬丈凶猛 還有那五罡風一掃[土?]平
日月墜星斗落山搖地動 只燒哩東土地上下通紅
得道人雲城裏盤丹煉性 三年滿昇天界常享華榮
五葷人無道氣一火燒淨 性命灰魂魄化永不投東
這就是午字末六萬劫定 想起來眾兒女怎不傷情
老奶奶靈霄堂咽喉哭哽 怕皇兒死劫內性命無宗
以怨說紅塵世花花美景 怎知道天堂樂勝似凡情
勸男女快尋路求道得徑 西天界極樂國比東更能
又無塵又無垢不熱不冷 又逍遙又自在又享華榮
喫仙桃赴仙筵仙[陪?][仙?]敬 捧仙茶酌仙[酒?]仙[女?]仙□
[靄?]祥雲分五色飄々動々 坐蓮台現金寶錄々紅々
[左?]金童右玉女使々用々 時刻々緊貼身奉々迎々
□[具?]□亮閣々清々淨々 瀟洒々快活々受々容々
[老?]輩祖九輩玄一宮坐定 你幾品他幾品一樣光榮
居家人合老少萬古[消?]□ 極樂國享榮花永不投東
一世修萬[事?]享不垢不靜 天宮裡任逍遙不老長生
□不盡西天樂奇花仙景 再不想東林苦[腦?]□□[能?]
是原人見家書如夢初惺 非原人見家書暗笑張精
是原人見家書捨財救命 非原人見家書不[狠?]修行
老婆語家常話韻調不正 粗又粗俗又俗又無[灰?]平
疑此書非天降不信神聖 定苦死這劫內永無救星
信不信娘只管家書下送 指明路您不走死無怨情
一封書寫完畢囑咐遵命 等乙亥立新春八方□行
Source Colophon
Witness: 瑤池家書, one fascicle, woodblock, recut in 1918 (民國戊午年冬月重刻, blocks kept at the 樂善堂), folios one to seven; digitized by the China Academic Digital Associative Library (CADAL 13030836) and published on Wikimedia Commons as "CADAL13030836 瑤池家書.djvu." Fold-margin titles and folio numbers are omitted. The final half-leaf is blank.
Prepared for the Good Work Library by the Tianmu Anglican Church with AI-assisted transcription.
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