Meditating in 1997 Thailand (Part 1 of 7)

Janet and I couldn't stay at Bhavana as a marriedwatched him work some more magic. He was
couple, so a kind nun at the Bhavana Societytalking to a seriously distressed young village
referred Janet to a friend of hers; a Buddhist nunwoman who was supposedly possessed with
living in Thailand, thinking that Janet might besome kind of psychosis - screaming and thrashing
interested in going back to Southeast Asia. Whenabout in the courtyard of the monastery. Her
Janet got in touch with the nun, she invited Janetfamily and a crowd of villagers had gathered and
to join both her and her abbot along with twowere looking on as the abbot smoked one
other senior monks, on a trip they were planningcigarette after another while calmly talking to her
to California, Canada and Mexico. Janet couldfor hours. Finally, the girl curled up on the
ordain during the trip, and then accompany themcourtyard pavement and went to sleep, and from
back to Thailand and live at Wat Phratat Foonwhat I understand, was never troubled again.
with the nun, with Ajahn Lee, and Ajahn Luen.My home monastery was Wat Pah Baan That,
So Janet was off, leaving me behind to dispose ofhome of unquestionably the most renowned
our belongings... again, which now included a mobilemeditation monk now living in Thailand; Acharn
home! The old Toyota was still running, amazingly,Maha Boowa. I didn't see too much of him as a
and I was able to sell it for about what I initiallylayperson, and never spoke to him personally, but
paid for it, and by some stroke of pure luck, Ithe little contact I did have was impressive.
was able to sell the mobile home as well. I movedWhenever I was near him, I experienced an
in with Bhante G again, for awhile, before headingunusual peaceful feeling, and he didn't affect me in
for Thailand and Wat Pah Baan That. I would beany kind of a wearying way, as if everything was
two hundred kilometers from where Janet wasas it should be. He always seemed tranquil and
staying, far enough away so that we would seecomfortable. I never seen him excited, but at
each other occasionally, but not close enough totimes he expressed annoyance if not downright
interfere with each other's practice (or raiseanger, regarding some of his young monk's
eyebrows with the villagers).behavior! You knew where you stood with him at
Janet made herself right at home in Thailandall times, and he knew what you were, intuitively.
again, living out in the jungle with nothing but aHe was about eighty-two at the time.
small bamboo platform and a mosquito net. HerHe was fearless as well. While I was there, a
meditation deepened quickly, walking for hourscancerous tumor was discovered in his bowel that
back and forth alongside her little "tent," andhad invaded the lining of the bowel itself and was
somehow protected from the cobras thatspreading. A battery of doctors from Bangkok
roamed the gardens that she weeded. Walkinginsisted that he undergo immediate surgery, but
meditation created more of a challenge to keepinstead, and without the slightest concern as if he
her mind concentrated than did sitting meditation,only had a headache or something, he opted for
and when she could become concentrated whilesome Chinese herbs relying on the power of his
walking, her sitting became even more refined.meditation to take care of things. (He's still alive
Janet's abbot was enigmatic, and more - Janettoday, ten years later).
was certain he could read minds. She once testedThe wat (monastery) was extremely busy.
him by thinking... if you can read my mind; walkThousands of lay supporters from all over
over here, right now, past where I am standingThailand were constantly coming and going to
(she was standing in an area where he rarelymake offerings and pay respects during the
entered. Well, in only a few minutes, you guessedholidays; it was not unusual to have ten-thousand
it; there he was!attend the wat during a special occasion, with
One day, when I was visiting Janet's monastery, Ibusloads of people from Bangkok.