When Shaka the Buddha was still of this world, he sat beneath the Bodhi tree and swore not to move until he achieved enlightement. Not Even the death lord, Mara could hinder him, for life and death were nothing in his eyes.
In the dark of night Mara came as a great army, as assassin and holy man, as Shaka's mother, father and child left behind in Kapila castle. Six times Mara tempted Shaka, but he moved not an inch.
And when, in this way, all hindrance had passed, a great moon rose in the East. And Shaka felt as though that moon, utterly silent yet full of power, pale yet mighty, placid yet holy, had entered his heart. And instantly he was enlightened. And his heart's eye opened.