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Der Ehrwürdige Ācariya Mun Bhuridatta Thera
Eine Spirituelle Biographie
Ehrwürdigen Acariya Maha Boowa Ñanasampanno
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Translator's Introduction   

Venerable Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera is a towering figure in contemporary Thai Buddhism. He was widely revered and respected during his lifetime for the extraordinary courage and determination he displayed in practicing the ascetic way of life and for his uncompromising strictness in teaching his many disciples. During the 50 years since his death, he has assumed an exalted status in Buddhist circles and thus remains an overshadowing presence whose life and teachings have become synonymous with the Buddha's noble quest for self-transformation.

Although Ācariya Mun (pronounced to rhyme with "sun") left no written record of his own, this biography, compiled by one of his close disciples some 20 years after his death, is largely responsible for introducing his life, his achievements, and his teachings to a broad section of Buddhist society. Through the widespread popularity of this book, many Thai Buddhists have been given fresh hope that the spiritual liberation which the Buddha proclaimed to the world over 2,500 years ago, and which has been attained by so many aspirants over the succeeding centuries, is still accessible in today's modern age. Many Thais have expressed the view that they had lost confidence that magga, phala, and Nibbāna were still relevant today. But, by reading Ācariya Mun's biography, they realized that accounts of these exalted attainments are not mere fragments of ancient history, dead and dry – but a living, luminous legacy of self-transcendence accessible to any individual who is willing and able to put forth the effort needed to achieve them. They have come to understand that Buddhist monks, with their distinctive robes and monastic vocation, are not merely clerical figures representing the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha: some of them are indeed living proof of the Truth presented in the Buddha's teaching.

The noble aim of spiritual liberation must be accomplished by the appropriate means: the Middle Way as taught by the Lord Buddha. Although the Buddha forbade the use of self-mortification as a means to gain enlightenment, he nevertheless authorized and encouraged those specialized ascetic practices, known as dhutangas, that harmonize effectively with this noble effort. The true Middle Way is not the smooth path of least resistance negotiated with easy compromises and happy mediums; but rather, it is that path of practice which most effectively counters the mental defilements that impede progress by resisting the aspirant every step of the way. The spiritual path is often arduous, being full of hardship and discomfort, while the inner forces opposed to success are formidable, and even intimidating. Thus the work of the spiritual warrior requires potent counter measures to subvert the inertial powers of laziness, craving, pride, and self-importance. So the Buddha encouraged monks, who were truly keen on extricating their hearts from the subtlest manifestations of these insidious defilements, to practice the dhutangas. Such ascetic observances are specifically designed to promote simplicity, humility, self-restraint, vigilance, and introspection in a monk's everyday life, and the Buddha was known to praise those monks who undertook their practice.

For this reason, the lifestyle of a Buddhist monk is founded on the ideal of life as a homeless wanderer who, having renounced the world and gone forth from the household, dresses in robes made from discarded cloth, depends on alms for a living, and takes the forest as his dwelling place. This ideal of the wandering forest monk intent on the Buddha's traditional spiritual quest is epitomized by the dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna way of life.

Like dhutanga, kammaṭṭhāna is a term designating a specific orientation shared by Buddhist monks who are dedicated to maintaining an austere meditative lifestyle. Kammaṭṭhāna (lit. "basis of work") denotes an approach to meditation practice that is directed toward uprooting every aspect of greed, hatred, and delusion from the heart and thus demolishing all bridges linking the mind to the cycle of repeated birth and death. Kammaṭṭhāna, with its emphasis on meditative development, and dhutanga, with its emphasis on the ascetic way of life conducive to intensive meditation, compliment each other perfectly in the noble effort to transcend the cycle of rebirth. They, along with the code of monastic discipline, are the cornerstones on which the edifice of a monk's practice is erected.

Both the letter and the spirit of this ascetic life of meditation can be found embodied in the life and teaching of Ācariya Mun. From the day he first ordained until the day he passed away, his entire way of life, and the example he set for his disciples, were modeled on the principles incorporated in these practices. He is credited with reviving, revitalizing, and eventually popularizing the dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna tradition in Thailand. Through his life-long efforts, dhutanga monks (or kammaṭṭhāna monks, the two are used interchangeably) and the mode of practice they espouse became, and still remain, a prominent feature of the Buddhist landscape there.

Ācariya Mun was especially gifted as a motivator and teacher. Many of the monks who trained directly under his tutelage have distinguished themselves by their spiritual achievements, becoming well-known teachers in their own right. They have passed on his distinctive teaching methods to their disciples in a spiritual lineage that extends to the present day. As a result, the dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna mode of practice gradually spread throughout the country, along with Ācariya Mun's exalted reputation. This nationwide acclaim began to escalate during the last years of his life and continued to grow after his death until he came to be considered a national "saint" by almost unanimous consent. In recent decades, he has gained recognition beyond the confines of his native land as one of the 20th century's truly great religious figures.

Ācariya Mun's life epitomized the Buddhist ideal of the wandering monk intent on renunciation and solitude, walking alone through forests and mountains in search of secluded places that offer body and mind a calm, quiet environment in which to practice meditation for the purpose of transcending all suffering. His was a life lived entirely out of doors at the mercy of the elements and the vagaries of weather. In such an environment, a dhutanga monk developed a deep appreciation of nature. His daily life was full of forests and mountains, rivers and streams, caves, overhanging cliffs, and wild creatures large and small. He moved from place to place by hiking along lonely wilderness trails in remote frontier regions where the population was sparse and village communities far apart. Since his livelihood depended on the alms food he collected from those small settlements, a dhutanga monk never knew where his next meal would come from, or whether he would get any food at all.

Despite the hardships and the uncertainties, the forest was a home to the wandering monk: it was his school, his training ground, and his sanctuary; and life there was safe provided that he remained vigilant and faithful to the principles of the Buddha's teaching. Living and practicing in the relatively uncultivated, undomesticated rural backwater that comprised most of Thailand at the turn of the 20th century, a dhutanga monk like Ācariya Mun found himself wandering through a centuries-old setting little changed from the time of the Buddha 2,500 years ago.

It is helpful to understand the temporal and cultural background to Ācariya Mun's wandering lifestyle. Thailand in the late 19th and early 20th centuries was a loose confederation of principalities that were largely inaccessible to the central authority because most of the land was densely forested and paved roads were almost nonexistent. During that period, 80% of Thailand's landmass was blanketed with pristine forests of mostly deciduous hardwoods and thick sub-tropical undergrowth. The lives of people in the hinterland areas were sustained by subsistence farming and the hunting of wild animals. Teeming with tigers and elephants, the vast forests were seen as being dangerous and frightening places, so the inhabitants banded together in village communities for the safety and companionship they provided. In the more remote frontier regions, such settlements were often a day's walk from one another following trails that made their way through uninterrupted woodland.

Forests and the rhythms of nature were defining features of the folklore and culture of those hardy people. To the villagers living together in isolated communities, the vast tracts of wilderness were forbidding, inhospitable territory where wild animals roamed freely and malevolent spirits were said to hold sway. The huge Bengal tigers indigenous to that part of the world were especially fearsome. Such creatures ruled not only the forests but the fears and fantasies of local people and monks alike.

Popular fear of those impenetrable forest areas turned them into places of isolation and solitude where no one dared to venture alone. It was in this remote wilderness environment that Ācariya Mun and his dhutanga monks lived and wandered, practicing the ascetic way of life. Their meditation practice and the mental fortitude it instilled in them were their only defences against the hardships and potential dangers they faced every day. Forests and mountains were proven training grounds for such monks, who saw themselves as spiritual warriors battling their own mental defilements for the sake of ultimate victory.

The story of Ācariya Mun's life is a vivid portrait of a consummate spiritual warrior unrivaled in modern times who practiced the Buddha's path to freedom with such perfection that he left those who knew and revered him in no doubt that he truly was a Noble disciple. A beautiful story from beginning to end, his life is reminiscent of those famed accounts of the Buddha's great disciples chronicled in the ancient texts. Like theirs, his life shows us that the spiritual ideals taught by the Buddha are achieved by real human beings struggling against the same fundamental hindrances that we find within ourselves. Thus we are made to feel that the Buddha's "ancientf path to spiritual liberation is as wholly relevant today as it was 2,500 years ago.

To this end, this biography of Ācariya Mun is less concerned with a precise account of events as they unfolded in Ācariya Mun's life and career than it is with providing a source of inspiration and edification for those devoted to Buddhist ideals. The author's perspective is that of an affirmative witness and advocate rather than an impartial observer chronicling events. Being a spiritual biography, it is intended to give us an insight into a model spiritual life. As such, this book should be viewed above all as an exercise in contemplation.

One aspect of Ācariya Mun's teaching career deserves special mention as it surfaces time and again in the course of his biography. Ācariya Mun possessed a unique ability to communicate directly with nonhuman beings from many different realms of existence. He was continually in contact with beings in the higher and lower celestial realms, spirits of the terrestrial realms, nāgas, yakkhas, ghosts of many sorts, and even the denizens of the hell realms – all of whom are invisible to the human eye and inaudible to the human ear but clearly known by the inner psychic faculties of divine sight and divine hearing.

The comprehensive worldview underlying Buddhist cosmology differs significantly from the view of the gross physical universe presented to us by contemporary science. In the traditional Buddhist worldview, the universe is inhabited not only by the gross physical beings that comprise the human and animal worlds but also by various classes of nonphysical, divine beings, called devas, that exist in a hierarchy of increasing subtlety and refinement, and by numerous classes of lower beings living in the sub-human realms of existence. Only the human and animal worlds are discernible to normal human sense faculties. The others dwell in a spiritual dimension that exists outside the range of human concepts of space and time, and therefore, beyond the sphere of the material universe as we perceive it.

It was Ācariya Mun's remarkable, inherent capacity for communicating with many classes of living beings that made him a teacher of truly universal significance. Knowing that living beings throughout the sentient universe share a common heritage of repeated existence and a common desire to avoid suffering and gain happiness, a great teacher realizes their common need to understand the way of Dhamma in order to fulfil their spiritual potential and attain enduring happiness. Having the eye of wisdom, he made no fundamental distinction between the hearts of people and the hearts of devas, but tailored his teaching to fit their specific circumstances and levels of understanding. Although the message was essentially the same, the medium of communication was different. He communicated with human beings through the medium of verbal expression, while he used non-verbal, telepathic communication with all classes of nonhuman beings.

To appreciate Ācariya Mun's extraordinary abilities we must be prepared to accept that the world we perceive through our senses constitutes only a small portion of experiential reality; that there exists this spiritual universe of devas and brahmas which is beyond the range of our limited sense faculties. For in truth, the universe of the wise is much more vast than the one perceived by the average person. The wise can know and understand dimensions of reality that others do not even suspect exist, and their knowledge of the principles underlying all existence gives them an insight into the phenomenal world that defies conventional limits.

Ācariya Mun's finely-tuned powers of perception contacted an immense variety of external phenomena, and in the best Buddhist tradition he spent a considerable amount of time and energy engaged in teaching them Dhamma. Such beings were as much a part of his personal world experience as the wild animals in the forest and the monks he trained so tirelessly. By virtue of his unparalleled expertise in these matters, he always felt a special obligation toward their spiritual welfare.

Such phenomena are what Ācariya Mun called "mysteries of the heart"; for they are conscious, living beings dwelling in spiritual dimensions that are just as real as the one we inhabit, even though those spheres lie outside the realm of human existential concepts. The words "heart" and "mind" are used interchangeably in Thai vernacular. "Heart" is often the preferred term, as "mind" tends to exclude the emotional and spiritual dimensions associated with the heart. The heart is the essential knowing nature that forms the basic foundation of the entire sentient universe. It is the fundamental awareness underlying all conscious existence and the very basis of all mental and emotional processes. The heart forms the core within the bodies of all living beings. It is the center, the substance, the primary essence within the body. Constantly emphasizing its paramount significance, Ācariya Mun always claimed that the heart is the most important thing in the world. For this reason, the story of Ācariya Mun's life and teachings is a story of the heart's struggle for spiritual transcendence, and a revelation of the ineffable mystery of the heart's pure essence.

The Pāli term "citta" is a word that Ācariya Mun often used when referring to this essential knowing nature, commonly known as heart and mind. Like so many words in the Buddhist lexicon, it is essentially a technical term used specifically in the science of Buddhist theory and practice. Since such terms represent salient aspects of the subject matter of this book, some of them have been kept in their original form. Generally, in cases where a suitably accurate English translation exists, that word has been substituted, with the Pāli term in question being annotated in an explanatory note. There are, however, certain terms for which, due to the complex and comprehensive nature of the truths they represent, no truly adequate English word exists. Those specialized terms have largely been left in the original Pāli. They may be found explained in the Notes and Glossary sections at the back of the book, and the reader is encouraged to take full advantage of these reference materials.

[Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera (circa 1930)]

Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera (circa 1930)

[The author, Ācariya Mahā Boowa (circa 1962)]

The author, Ācariya Mahā Boowa (circa 1962)

[Ācariya Mahā Boowa (circa 2000)]

Ācariya Mahā Boowa (circa 2000)

[Ācariya Mun (circa 1942)]

Ācariya Mun (circa 1942)

About the Author   

Venerable Ācariya Mahā Boowa Ñāṇasampanno is himself an outstanding and distinguished figure in contemporary Thai Buddhism. He is well-known and respected by people from all walks of life for his impeccable wisdom and his brilliant expository skills. By aptitude and temperament, he is the ideal person to record for posterity Ācariya Mun's life and teachings. Spiritually, he is one of Ācariya Mun's exceptionally gifted disciples; didactically, he is one of the dhutanga tradition's truly masterful spokesmen. His no-nonsense, resolute character, his extraordinary charisma, and his rhetorical skills have established him as Ācariya Mun's natural successor.

Born in 1913 in the northeastern province of Udon Thani, Ācariya Mahā Boowa was ordained as a Buddhist monk in 1934. Having spent the first 7 years of his monastic career studying the Buddhist canonical texts, for which he earned a degree in Pāli studies and the title "Mahā", he adopted the wandering lifestyle of a dhutanga monk and set out to search for Ācariya Mun. Finally meeting up with him in 1942, he was accepted as a disciple and remained living under his tutelage until his death in 1949.

In the period following Ācariya Mun's death, Ācariya Mahā Boowa, by then fully accomplished himself, soon became a central figure in efforts to maintain continuity within the dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna fraternity and so preserve Ācariya Mun's unique mode of practice for future generations. He helped to spearhead a concerted attempt to present Ācariya Mun's life and teachings to an increasingly wider audience of Buddhist faithful. Eventually, in 1971, he authored this biography to showcase the principles and ideals that underpin dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna training methods and inform their proper practice.

By 1960, the world outside the forest came to exert a significant impact on the dhutanga tradition. The rapid deforestation of that period caused dhutanga monks to modify, and eventually curtail, their wan-dering lifestyle. As the geographic environment changed, teachers like Ācariya Mahā Boowa began establishing permanent monastic communities where dhutanga monks could conveniently carry on Ācariya Mun's lineage, striving to maintain the virtues of renunciation, strict discipline, and intensive meditation. Practicing monks gravitated to these forest monasteries in large numbers and transformed them into great centers of Buddhist practice. At Wat Pa Baan Taad, Ācariya Mahā Boowa's forest monastery in Udon Thani, a religious center arose spontaneously, created by the students themselves, who came for purely spiritual motives in hopes of receiving instruction from a genuine master. In the years that followed, the many Western monks who came to Ācariya Mahā Boowa were able to share wholeheartedly in this unique religious experience. Some have lived there practicing under his tutelage ever since, helping to spawn an international following which today spans the globe.

Highly revered at home and abroad, Ācariya Mahā Boowa remains to this day actively engaged in teaching both monks and laity, elucidating for them the fundamental principles of Buddhism and encouraging them to practice those bold and incisive techniques that Ācariya Mun used so effectively. Like Ācariya Mun, he stresses a mode of practice in which wisdom remains a priority at all times. Although ultimately pointing to the ineffable mysteries of the mind's pure essence, the teaching he presents for us is a system of instruction that is full of down-to-earth, practical methods suitable for everyone desiring to succeed at meditation. Studied carefully, it may well offer direction to persons who otherwise have no idea where their practice is taking them.

[Ācariya Mun Bhūridatto (1870-1949)]

Ācariya Mun Bhūridatto (1870-1949)

[Ācariya Sao Kantasīlo (1859-1942)]

Ācariya Sao Kantasīlo (1859-1942)

[Chao Khun Upāli Guṇūpamācariya (1856-1932)]

Chao Khun Upāli Guṇūpamācariya (1856-1932)

[Ācariya Mun (second from right) with a group of his disciples]

Ācariya Mun (second from right) with a group of his disciples

[Monk's identification certificate of Ācariya Mun]

Monk's identification certificate of Ācariya Mun

Author's Preface   

The life story that you are about to read of Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera, his way of practice and his moral goodness, is the result of extensive research which I conducted in consultation with many ācariyas of his discipleship who lived with him throughout various periods of his monastic life.

I sought out these ācariyas, recorded their memories of him, and compiled their recollections to write this biography. This account is not as completely accurate as I wished, because it was virtually impossible for the monks to remember all the many experiences that Ācariya Mun conveyed to them about his life as a wandering forest monk. But, if I were to wait for every detail to be recalled before writing this biography, it would only be a matter of time before all information is forgotten and forever lost. All hope of recording his story for the edification of interested readers would then be surely lost as well. With great difficulty, I composed this biography; and, although it is incomplete, my hope is that it will prove to be of some benefit to the reader.

I shall attempt to depict the many aspects of Ācariya Mun's daily conduct, as well as the knowledge and insights he attained and elucidated to his disciples. I intend to illustrate his Noble life in the style of the Venerable Ācariyas of antiquity who transcribed the essence of the lives of the Buddha's Arahant disciples into ancient texts, ensuring that all future generations will have some understanding of the results that are possible when the Dhamma is practiced sincerely. May the reader forgive me if my presentation of Ācariya Mun's life appears inappropriate in any way. Yet the truth is that it is a factual account, representing the memories of Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera's life as he himself conveyed them to us. Although I am not wholly comfortable with the book, I have decided to publish it anyway, because I feel that readers interested in Dhamma may gain some valuable insight.

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1. The Early Years   

The Venerable Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera was a vipassanā meditation master of the highest caliber of this present age; one who is truly worthy of the eminent praise and admiration accorded to him by his close disciples. He taught the profound nature of Dhamma with such authority and persuasion that he left no doubts among his students about the exalted level of his spiritual attainment. His devoted followers consist of numerous monks and laity from virtually every region of Thailand. Besides these, he has many more devotees in Laos, where both monks and lay people feel a deep reverence for him.

His story is truly a magnificent one throughout: from his early years in lay life through his long endeavor as a Buddhist monk to the day he finally passed away. Nowadays, a life of such unblemished excellence is harder to come by than a lode of precious gemstones.

Ācariya Mun was born into a traditional Buddhist family on Thursday, January 20, 1870, the Year of the Goat. His birthplace was the village of Ban Khambong in the Khongjiam district of Ubon Ratchathani province.

His father's name was Khamduang; his mother's Jun; and his family surname Kaenkaew. He was the eldest child of eight siblings, though only two of them were still alive when he passed away. A child of small stature with a fair complexion, he was naturally quick, energetic, intelligent, and resourceful.

At the age of fifteen he ordained as a novice[1] in his village monastery where he developed an enthusiasm for the study of Dhamma, memorizing the texts with exceptional speed. A young novice of affable character, he never caused his teachers or fellows any trouble.

Two years into his new way of life his father requested him to give up the robes, and he was required to return to lay life in order to help out at home. However, his fondness for the monk's life was so pronounced that he was certain he would ordain again some day. His good memories of life in a monk's robes never faded. Thus, he resolved to enter the monkhood again as soon as possible. This strong sense of purpose was due, no doubt, to the power of that indomitable faith, known as saddhā, which was such an integral part of his character.

When he reached age twenty-two, he felt an urge to ordain as a monk. So, for that purpose, he took leave of his parents. Not wanting to discourage his aspirations and having also kept the hope that their son would ordain again someday, they gave their permission. To this end, they provided him with a complete set of a monk's basic requisites for his ordination. On June 12, 1893,[2] he received his Bhikkhu ordination at Wat Liap monastery in the provincial town of Ubon Ratchathani.

His upajjhāya was the Venerable Ariyakawi; his kammavācariya was Phra Khru Sitha; and his anusāsanācariya was Phra Khru Prajuk Ubonkhun.[3] He was given the monastic name "Bhūridatta".[4] After his ordination, he took residence at Wat Liap in Ācariya Sao's vipassanā meditation center.

The Prophesy   

When Ācariya Mun first began practicing vipassanā at Ācariya Sao's center, he meditated constantly, internally repeating the word "buddho", the recollection of the Buddha, as he preferred this preparatory Dhamma theme above all others. In the beginning, he failed to experience the degree of calm and happiness that he expected, which caused him to doubt whether he was practicing correctly. Despite his doubt he didn't flag in his persistent use of the word "buddho", and eventually his heart developed a certain measure of calm.

One night he had a dream:

He walked out of a village and entered a large, dense jungle overgrown with tangled undergrowth. He could hardly find a way to penetrate it. He struggled to find his way through this vast thicket until he finally emerged safe at the other end. When he came out, he found himself at the edge of an immense field that stretched as far as the eye could see. He set out resolutely, walking across this field until he happened to come across a huge fallen jāti tree.[5]

Felled long ago, its trunk was partially embedded in the ground, and most of its bark and sapwood had already rotted away. He climbed upon this giant jāti log and walked along its full length. As he walked, he reflected inwardly. He realized that this tree would never sprout and grow again. He compared this with his own life which would certainly not rise again in any future existence. He identified the dead jāti tree with his own life in saṁsāra. Seeing that the tree had rotted away, never to root and spring to life again, he reckoned that, by keeping up his diligent practice, he would surely find a way to reach a definite conclusion to his own life in this very existence. The vast expanse of open field symbolized the nature of the never-ending cycle of birth and death.

As he stood on the log contemplating this, a broad white stallion trotted up and stood next to the fallen jāti tree. As it stood there, Ācariya Mun felt an urge to ride it. So, he mounted the mysterious horse which immediately raced off at full gallop. He had no idea where he was being taken or why. The horse just continued galloping at full speed without showing any obvious sign of direction or purpose.

The distance it traveled across the vast field seemed immeasurable. As they strode along, Ācariya Mun saw a beautiful Tipiṭika cabinet[6] in the distance, adorned with exquisite silver trim. Without guidance, the horse led him directly to the enclosed bookcase, and came to a halt right in front of it. The moment Ācariya Mun dismounted with the aim of opening the cabinet, the white stallion vanished without a trace. As he stepped towards the bookcase, he noticed that it was standing at the very edge of the field with nothing in the background but more of the dense jungle, entangled and smothered with undergrowth. He saw no way of penetrating it. When he came to the Tipiṭika cabinet, he reached out to open it; but, before he had a chance to discover the contents inside, he woke up.

This was a dream nimitta, an omen confirming his belief that if he persevered in his efforts, he would undoubtedly discover a path for attaining what he sought. From then on, with renewed determination Ācariya Mun meditated intensively, unrelenting in his efforts to constantly repeat "buddho" as he conducted all his daily affairs. At the same time, he very carefully observed the austere dhutanga practices which he undertook at the time of his ordination, and continued to practice for the rest of his life.[7] The dhutangas he voluntarily undertook were: wearing only robes made from discarded cloth – not accepting robes directly offered by lay supporters; going on almsround every day without fail – except those days when he decided to fast; accepting and eating only food received in his alms bowl – never receiving food offered after his almsround; eating only one meal a day – never eating food after the one meal; eating only out of the alms bowl – never eating food that is not inside the one vessel; living in the forest – which means wandering through forested terrain, living and sleeping in the wilds, in the mountains or in the valleys; some time spent living under a canopy of trees, in a cave, or under an overhanging cliff; and wearing only his three principal robes – the outer robe, the upper robe, and the lower robe,[8] with the addition of a bathing cloth which is necessary to have nowadays.

Ācariya Mun also observed the remainder of the thirteen dhutanga practices when circumstances were convenient; but, he upheld the above seven routinely until they became integrated into his character. They became so much a part of him that it would be difficult to find one who is his equal these days.

On his own accord, he showed earnestness in finding meaning in everything he did. He never approached his duties halfheartedly. His sincere aim, always, was to transcend the world. Everything he did was directed toward the noble effort of destroying the kilesas[9] within himself. Due to this sense of purpose, he allowed no hiding room in his heart for arrogance and conceit, despite being exposed to the same defiling influences as was everyone else. In one respect he differed markedly from the average person: instead of allowing his mind free reign for the kilesas to trample all over, he always put up a fight, attacking them at every opportunity.

Later, when he felt confident that he had developed a sufficiently solid foundation in his meditation, he investigated the dream nimitta. Turning his attention to the dream, he analyzed it until he gradually comprehended its full meaning. He saw that ordaining as a monk and practicing the Dhamma properly was equivalent to raising the level of the citta beyond the poisons of the world. The dense, entangled jungle, where dangers of every kind await to ambush, was the analogy for thecitta, a repository of pain and misery. The citta must be lifted until it reaches the vast, wide open expanse – a sphere of Ultimate Happiness, and freedom from all fear and concern.[10]

The majestic white stallion symbolized the path of practicing Dhamma. He rode the horse as the means of transport to the realm of complete contentment, where he encountered the beautiful Tipiṭika cabinet with an exquisite design. Able only to look upon it, he lacked the spiritual perfection necessary to secure the cabinet's opening and admire its library to his heart's content – a feat accomplished only by one who has acquired catu-paṭisambhidāñāṇa. A person endowed with this four-fold knowledge is renown throughout the three worlds for his brilliant wisdom and his comprehensive knowledge of teaching methods, extensive as the sea and sky. Such a one is never at a loss when teaching devas and humans.

Because Ācariya Mun lacked a sufficiently high level of spiritual perfection, he was denied the opportunity to open the cabinet, and had to be content with simply admiring its beauty. Consequently, he would attain only the level of paṭisambhidānusāsana, meaning that he had sufficient wisdom and expository skills to elucidate to others the basic path of Buddhist practice, but not its entire breadth and depth. Although he humbly stated that his teaching was merely sufficient to show the way, those who witnessed his practice and heard the profound Dhamma that he taught throughout his life were so deeply impressed that no words can describe it. It would certainly be difficult to witness or hear anything comparable in this day and age – an age much in need of such a noble person.

The Sign   

At one point during his meditation training at Wat Liap, Ācariya Mun's citta 'converged' into a state of calm[11] and a vision arose spontaneously. The mental image[12] was of a dead body laid out before him, bloated, oozing pus, and seeping with bodily fluids. Vultures and dogs were fighting over the corpse, tearing into the rotting flesh and flinging it around, until what remained was all scattered about. The whole scene was unimaginably disgusting, and he was appalled.

From then on, Ācariya Mun constantly used this image as a mental object to contemplate at all times – whether sitting in samādhi, walking in meditation, or engaging in other daily activities. He continued in this manner until, one day, the image of the corpse changed into a translucent disk that appeared suspended before him. The more he focused intensely on the disk, the more it changed its appearance without pause. The more he tried to follow, the more it altered its form so that he found it impossible to tell where the series of images would end. The more he investigated the visions, the more they continued to change in character – ad infinitum. For example, the disk became a tall mountain range where Ācariya Mun found himself walking, brandishing a sharp sword and wearing shoes. Then, a massive wall with a gate appeared. He opened the gate to look inside and saw a monastery where several monks were sitting in meditation. Near the wall he saw a steep cliff with a cave where a hermit was living. He noticed a conveyance, shaped like a cradle and hanging down the face of the cliff by a rope. Climbing into the cradle-like conveyance, he was drawn up to the mountain peak. At the summit, he found a large Chinese junk with a square table inside, and a hanging lantern that cast a luminescent glow upon the whole mountain terrain. He found himself eating a meal on the mountain peak ... and so on, and so forth, until it was impossible to see an end to it all. Ācariya Mun said that all the images he experienced in this manner were far too numerous to recall.

For a full three months, Ācariya Mun continued to meditate in this way. Each time when he dropped into samādhi, he withdrew from it to continue his investigation of the translucent disk which just kept giving him a seemingly endless series of images. However, he did not receive enough beneficial results from this to be convinced that this was the correct method. For after practicing in this manner, he was oversensitive to the common sights and sounds around him. Pleased by this and disappointed by that, he liked some things and hated others. It seemed that he could never find a stable sense of balance.

Because of this sensitivity, he came to believe that the samādhi which he practiced was definitely the wrong path to follow. If it were really correct, why did he fail to experience peace and calm consistently in his practice? On the contrary, his mind felt distracted and unsettled, influenced by many sense objects that it encountered – much like a person who had never undergone any meditation training at all. Perhaps the practice of directing his attention outwards towards external phenomena violated the fundamental principles of meditation. Maybe this was the reason he failed to gain the promised benefits of inner peace and happiness.

Thus, Ācariya Mun came to a new understanding about himself. Instead of focusing his mind on external matters, he brought his citta back inside, within the confines of his own physical body. From then on, his investigations were centered only on his own body.

Keeping a sharp mindfulness, he examined the body from top to bottom, side to side, inside out and throughout; every body part and every aspect. In the beginning, he preferred to conduct his examinations while walking in meditation, pacing back and forth in deep thought. Sometimes he needed to rest his body from these exertions. So, he sat in samādhi for awhile, though he absolutely refused to let his citta 'converge' into its habitual state of calm. Rather, he forced it to stay put within the body's domain. The citta had no other choice but to travel around the many parts of the body and probe into them. When it was time for him to lie down, the investigation continued inside his mind until he fell asleep.

He meditated like this for several days until he felt ready to sit in samādhi and try to attain a state of calm with his newly discovered method. He challenged himself to find out what state of calm the citta could attain. Deprived of peace for many days now, and having begun the intense training associated with body contemplation, his citta 'converged' rapidly into a calm state with unprecedented ease. He knew with certainty that he had the correct method: for, when his citta 'converged' this time, his body appeared to be separated from himself.

It seemed to split into two at that moment. Mindfulness was in force during the entire time, right to the moment that the citta dropped into samādhi. It didn't wander and waver about as it had previously. Thus, Ācariya Mun was convinced that his newfound method was the right one for the preliminary work of meditation practice.

From then on, he continued to religiously practice body contemplation until he could attain a state of calm whenever he wanted. With persistence, he gradually became more and more skilled in this method, until the citta was firmly anchored in samādhi. He had wasted three whole months chasing the disk and its illusions. But now, his mindfulness no longer abandoned him, and therefore, he was no longer adversely affected by the influences around him. This whole episode clearly shows the disadvantages of not having a wise teacher to guide one. Misjudgments occur without timely advice and direction in meditation. Ācariya Mun was a perfect example of this. Having no teacher can lead to costly mistakes that can easily harm the meditator, or, at the very least, delay his progress.

DURING ĀCARIYA MUN’S early years as a wandering monk, people showed little interest in the practice of kammaṭṭhāna meditation. Many regarded it as something strange, even alien to Buddhism, having no legitimate place in the life of a monk. Back then, a dhutanga monk, walking in the distance on the far side of a field, was enough to send country folk into a panic. Being fearful, those still close to the village quickly ran home. Those walking near the forest ran into the thick foliage to hide, being too scared to stand their ground or greet the monks. Thus, dhutanga monks, wandering in unfamiliar regions during their travels, seldom had a chance to ask the locals for much needed directions.

Women from the countryside often took their small children on excursions into the surrounding hills to pick wild herbs and edible plants, or to fish in outlying ponds. Suddenly spotting a party of dhutanga monks walking toward them, they would yell to each other in alarm, "Dhamma monks! Dhamma monks are coming!" With that they threw their baskets and other gear to the ground with a thud, and frantically rushed to find a safe hiding-place. Their discarded belongings could have been damaged or broken when flung to the ground, but they took no notice; everyone simply fled into the nearby forest, or if close by, to their village homes.

Meanwhile the children, who had no idea what was happening, started crying and pleading for help when they saw their mothers scream and run away. Too slow to keep pace with the adults, the little ones raced around in confusion. Stranded, they ran back and forth in the open field while their mothers remained in the forest, too frightened to emerge and retrieve them. An amusing scene of needless panic, but at the same time pitiful: to see innocent children so frightened, running in circles, desperately crying in search of their mothers.

Obviously the situation didn't look good, so the dhutanga monks hurried past lest their prolonged presence provoke even more hysteria. Had they made any attempt to approach the children, the incident might have gotten out of control with terrified kids frantically scattering in all directions, their shrill screams ringing through the forest. In the meantime, their anxious mothers huddled, trembling, behind the trees, afraid of the 'Dhamma monks' and, at the same time, afraid that their children might flee in all directions. They watched nervously until the monks were out of sight.

When the monks finally disappeared, a big commotion erupted as mothers and children dashed excitedly about, trying to find one another. By the time the whole group was safely reunited, it seemed as though the entire village had disbanded for awhile. The reunion was accompanied by a hubbub of chatter, everybody laughing about the sudden appearance of the 'Dhamma monks' and the chaos that followed.

Such occurrences were common in those early years: women and children were terrified because they had never before seen dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna monks. Ordinarily people knew nothing about them and showed little interest, except to flee at their sight. There are several possible reasons for this. Firstly, their appearance was rather austere and reserved. They were unlikely to show much familiarity with anyone they hadn't personally known for a long time; someone who knew their habits well. Also, their robes and other requisites were an ochre color from dye made from the heartwood of the jackfruit tree – a color that was striking but had a tendency to inspire more fear than devotion.

These jackfruit-colored robes were worn by dhutanga monks as they wandered from place to place practicing the ascetic way of life. They carried their umbrella-tents,[13] which were considerably larger than ordinary umbrellas, slung over one shoulder. Over the other shoulder they carried their alms bowls. Walking in single file and dressed in their yellowish-brown robes, they were an eye-catching sight to those as yet unfamiliar with their mode of practice. Finding a quiet spot, conducive to meditation, dhutanga monks settled for a while in the outlying forests of rural communities, allowing the locals a chance to get better acquainted with them. By listening to their teachings, questioning them, and receiving their advice, people's lives benefited in so many ways. Gradually over time, their hearts grew to accept the reasonable explanations they heard, and faith issued naturally on its own. With a belief in Dhamma thus instilled in their hearts, old suspicions died away to be replaced by a reverence for the monks whose teachings made such an impression. Then, to those well acquainted with their peaceful temperament and exemplary conduct, the mere sight of monks walking across the countryside inspired devotion. During that early period, such enlightening experiences were shared by country people all over Thailand.

Traveling far and wide, and determined to practice correctly for the sake of Dhamma, dhutanga monks always managed to impress people and do them great service. They didn't depend on publicity to get out their message. They relied instead on their exemplary behavior[14] as a natural means of gaining public interest.

A dhutanga monk who is concentrated on Dhamma considers wandering in search of seclusion to be an indispensable part of his personal practice. Secluded places offer his mind and body a calm, quiet environment. So it was with Ācariya Mun. Each year at the end of the rainy season retreat he started traveling, hiking through forests and mountains in locales where he found just enough small villages to support his daily almsround. More than any other part of the country, he enjoyed wandering in Thailand's Northeast region. Among his favorites were the vast forests and mountain ranges in the provinces of Nakhon Phanom, Sakon Nakhon, Udon Thani, Nong Khai, Loei, and Lom Sak; or on the Laotian side of the Mekong River in such places as Tha Khek, Vientiane, and Luang Prabang. Those locations with their huge tracts of forest and mountainous terrain were ideally suited to practicing the ascetic way of life.

Wherever he was, whatever the time of day, Ācariya Mun's primary focus remained the same: working tirelessly to improve his meditation practice. He knew that this was his most important task in life. By nature, he disliked involvement in monastic building projects. He preferred to concentrate exclusively on the inner work of meditative development. He avoided socializing with fellow monks and remained aloof from civil society, much preferring life alone – a style of living that allowed him the freedom to focus all his attention and energy on one main task: transcending dukkha.[15] Earnestness and sincerity characterized everything he did: never deceiving himself, he never misled others.

The incredible energy, endurance, and circumspection that he put into his practice were truly amazing. Qualities such as these helped to ensure that samādhi and wisdom steadily progressed, never showing any signs of decline. Since the day he first discovered body contemplation to be the right method for the preliminary work of meditation, he kept that contemplation always in mind. Assiduously maintaining that method, repeatedly investigating his body, over and over again, he became very skilled at mentally dissecting the various body parts, large and small, and then breaking them apart with wisdom. Eventually, he could dissect his entire body at will and then reduce the whole lot to its constituent elements.

Through perseverance, Ācariya Mun steadily and increasingly attained more peaceful and calmer states of mind. He wandered through forests and over mountains, stopping at suitable locations to intensify his practice; but, never did he relax the persistent effort he put into all his activities. Whether walking for alms, sweeping the grounds, washing a spittoon, sewing or dying his robes, eating a meal, or simply stretching his legs, he was aware of striving to perfect himself at every waking moment and in all activities, without exception. Only when the time came to sleep did he relent. Even then, he resolved to get up immediately, without hesitation, as soon as he awoke. He made sure that this habit became ingrained in his character. The moment he was conscious of being awake, he rose quickly, washed his face, and resumed his meditation practice. If he still felt sleepy, he refused to sit in meditation right away for fear of nodding off to sleep again. Instead, he practiced walking meditation, striding back and forth to dispel the drowsiness that threatened to overtake him at the slightest lapse in vigilance. If walking slowly proved ineffective, he sought to invigorate himself by quickening his pace. Only when all drowsiness disappeared and he began to feel tired did he leave his meditation track to sit down to continue meditating until dawn.

Shortly after dawn, he prepared to go on his almsround. Wearing his lower robe, placing his under and upper robes together and wrapped about him, his alms bowl hanging from his shoulder by a strap, he walked to the nearest village in a self-composed manner, careful to maintain mindfulness the entire way. Considering his hike to and from the village a form of walking meditation, he focused his attention inward every step of the way, insuring that his mind did not venture out to become involved with any emotionally-charged sense object along the route. Returning to his campsite, or the monastery where he resided, he arranged the food he had received in his alms bowl. As a matter of principle, he ate only the food he was offered in the village, refusing to accept any food brought to him afterward. Only much later, in his very old age, did he relax this practice somewhat, agreeing to accept food that the faithful offered him in the monastery. During his early years, he ate only the food he had received in his alms bowl.

With everything to be eaten placed in the bowl, he sat contemplating the true purpose of the food[16] he was about to eat as a means of dousing the inner fires of hell; that is to say, any craving for food that might arise due to hunger. Otherwise, the mind might succumb to the power of craving and indulge in the fine taste of food, when in fact, it should be reflecting on food's essential qualities: how all food, being simply a composition of gross elements, is inherently disgusting by its very nature.[17] With this thought firmly fixed in his mind, he chewed his food mindfully to deny any opening to craving until he had finished the meal. Afterwards, he washed the bowl, wiped it dry, exposed it to direct sunlight for a few minutes, then replaced it in its cloth covering and put it neatly away in its proper place. Then, it was time once again to resume the task of battling the kilesas, with the aim of destroying them gradually until they were thoroughly defeated and unable ever again to trouble his mind.

It must be understood, however, that the business of destroying kilesas is an inexpressibly difficult task to accomplish. For though we may be determined to burn the kilesas to ashes, what invariably tends to happen is that the kilesas turn around and burn us, causing us so much hardship that we quickly abandon those same virtuous qualities that we meant to develop. We clearly see this negative impact and want to get rid of the kilesas; but then, we undermine our noble purpose by failing to act decisively against them, fearing that the difficulties of such action will prove too painful. Unopposed, the kilesas become lord masters of our hearts, pushing their way in and claiming our hearts as their exclusive domain. Sadly, very few people in this world possess the knowledge and understanding to counteract these defilements. Hence, living beings throughout the three worlds of existence are forever surrendering to their dominance. Only the Lord Buddha discovered the way to completely cleanse his heart of them: never again did they defeat him.

After achieving that comprehensive victory, the Lord Buddha compassionately turned his attention to teaching the way, proclaiming the Dhamma to his disciples and inspiring them to resolutely follow the same Noble Path that he had taken. Practicing thus, they were able to emulate his supreme achievement, reaching the very end of the Noble Path, the highest attainment: Nibbāna. Dealing the all-powerful kilesas a fatal blow, these Noble individuals eradicated them from their hearts forever. Having extinguished their kilesas, they became those Arahant disciples that people the world over have worshipped with such devotion ever since.

Ācariya Mun was another Noble individual following in the footsteps of the Lord Buddha. He truly possessed unshakable faith and uncompromising resolve – he didn't merely talk about them. When the morning meal was over, he immediately entered the forest to begin walking meditation in those peaceful surroundings that were so conducive to calm and inner happiness. First walking, later sitting, he pursued his meditation until he felt the time was right to take a short rest. His strength renewed, he resumed his attack on the kilesas, creators of the endless cycle of existence. With such determination and steadfast application to the task, the kilesas were never given reason to scoff at Ācariya Mun's efforts. While practicing samādhi intensively, he also worked tirelessly to develop insight, his wisdom revolving relentlessly around whatever object he was investigating. In that way, samādhi and vipassanā were developed in tandem, neither one lagging behind the other; and his heart remained peaceful and contented in his practice.

Still, periods of slow progress were inevitable, for he had no one to advise him when he got stuck. Often he spent many days working his way through a specific problem, painstakingly figuring out the solution for himself. He was obliged to exhaustively investigate these stumbling blocks in his practice, examining every facet carefully, because they were a hindrance to his progress and also potentially dangerous. In such situations, the advice of a good teacher can be invaluable, helping the meditator to advance quickly and confidently without wasting time. For this reason, it's very important that meditators have a kalyāṇamitta. Ācariya Mun personally experienced the drawbacks of not having such a wise friend to give him timely advice, insisting that it was a definite disadvantage.

Ācariya Sao Kantasilo   

In his early years of practice, Ācariya Mun often wandered dhutanga in the company of Ācariya Sao,[18] comforted in the knowledge that he had a good, experienced teacher to lend him support. But when he asked his teacher to advise him on specific problems arising in his meditation, Ācariya Sao invariably replied: "My experiences in meditation are quite different from yours. Your citta is so adventurous, tending always toward extremes. One moment it soars into the sky, only to plunge deep into the earth the next. Then, after diving to the ocean floor, it again soars up to walk meditation high in the sky. Who could possibly keep up with your citta long enough to find a solution? I advise you to investigate these matters for yourself and find your own solutions." Ācariya Sao never gave him enough concrete advice to really help him, so Ācariya Mun was forced to solve his own problems. Sometimes, he nearly died before discovering a way past some of the more intractable problems he faced.

Ācariya Mun described his teacher as someone with a smooth, serene temperament who inspired deep devotion. A rather strange feature of Ācariya Sao's practice was his tendency to levitate while in samādhi, his body hovering quite noticeably above the floor. At first, doubtful that his body was indeed floating, he opened his eyes to see for himself. As soon as his eyes opened, concern about the condition of his body caused his citta to withdraw from samādhi. He promptly fell back to the floor, landing hard on his buttocks which was sore and bruised for many days. In truth, his body did float about three feet above the floor. But by opening his eyes to check, he lost the mindfulness needed to maintain his citta in samādhi. Withdrawing suddenly from samādhi caused him to come crashing to the floor, like any other object dropped from a height. Practicing samādhi later and feeling his body levitate again, he kept mindfulness firmly focused within that state of samādhi, and then, carefully opened his eyes to look at himself. It was obvious to him then that he did levitate. This time, however, he didn't fall back to the floor, for mindfulness was present to maintain total concentration.

This experience taught Ācariya Sao a valuable lesson about himself. Yet being an exceptionally careful, meticulous person, he wasn't entirely convinced. So he took a small object, inserted it into the underside of the thatched roof in his hut, and continued to meditate. When he felt his body beginning to float again, he firmly focused his citta in samādhi, and he was able to float upward until he reached that small object in the thatch. Drawing level with it, he slowly reached out and very mindfully took it in his hand so that he could bring it back down by means of samādhi. This meant that once he had it in his grasp, he gradually withdrew from samādhi to the point where his body could slowly, and safely, descend to the floor – a point still short of complete withdrawal from samādhi. Experimenting like this, he became convinced of his ability to levitate, though this did not occur every time he entered samādhi.

From the beginning of his practice to the end of his life, Ācariya Sao's citta tended to have this smooth, imperturbable quality; in sharp contrast to the wholly adventurous nature that characterized Ācariya Mun's citta. Unlike him, Ācariya Sao was not so motivated to live dangerously, seeking adventure; nor did he tend to perceive the variety of unusual phenomena that Ācariya Mun invariably did.

Ācariya Mun told us that, once, in ages past, Ācariya Sao had resolved to become a Paccekabuddha.[19] Intensifying his efforts at meditation caused him to recollect his longtime resolution, and his lingering attachment to that goal made him reluctant to strive for Nibbāna in the present. It soon became apparent that this vow would block any attempt to realize Nibbāna in his lifetime; therefore, he immediately decided to renounce the old vow. In its place, he resolved to attain Nibbāna as soon as possible. He became determined to reach this goal within his present lifetime in order to avoid the misery of being reborn in the future.

Having forsaken his original vow, and thus, unhindered by previous commitments, his meditation practice progressed smoothly until one day he finally reached the Land of Ultimate Happiness that he had been aiming for. However, his teaching skill was very limited, probably due to a natural predisposition toward becoming a Paccekabuddha: someone who has no inclination to teach others although he is able to fully enlighten himself. Furthermore, the fact that he could so easily give up his original resolve and then achieve his new goal meant that his previous vow had not yet matured to the stage of being irreversible.

Ācariya Mun related that in ages past he had made a similar resolution – in his case, a solemn vow to become a Buddha. As with Ācariya Sao, intensifying his efforts at meditation caused Ācariya Mun to recollect this long-standing intention, and this underlying attachment made him reluctant to strive for the attainment of Nibbāna in his present life. Ācariya Mun renounced his vow to be a Buddha only after he began practicing dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna, for he then realized that its fulfillment would take far too long. It required eons of traversing the round of saṁsāra: being born, growing old, becoming ill, and dying over and over again, enduring misery and pain indefinitely.

Renouncing the original vow relieved Ācariya Mun of this concern, opening the way for his meditation to progress smoothly. The fact that he could so easily abandon the original vow indicates that it was not yet so firmly fixed in his conscious being that he couldn't detach himself from it.

Ācariya Mun often accompanied Ācariya Sao on his excursions wandering dhutanga across the provinces of the Northeast region. Due to differences in personality, their meditation experiences varied in some respects; but each very much enjoyed the other's company. By nature, Ācariya Sao preferred to say very little. He was a reluctant teacher, especially of the laity. Occasionally obliged to give instruction to lay supporters, he was always very frugal with words. The little he did say could be summed up like this:

"You should renounce evil and cultivate goodness. Being fortunate enough to be born human, don't waste this good opportunity now. Our status as human beings is a very noble one; so, avoid all animal-like behavior. Otherwise, you'll sink below the animals, and be much more wretched as well. When you eventually fall into hell, your tortuous existence there will be far more grievous than that of any animal. So don't do evil!"

That said, he left his seat and returned to his hut, taking no further interest in anyone.

He always spoke very sparingly. In an entire day he might say only a few sentences. On the other hand, he could endure many hours of sitting and walking in meditation. He had a remarkably dignified, noble appearance that inspired respect and devotion. Just a glimpse of his serene, peaceful countenance made a lasting impression. He was greatly revered by monks and laity alike and, like Ācariya Mun, he had many devoted disciples.

It was well known that these two ācariyas shared immense love and respect for each other. In the early years, they enjoyed traveling in each other's company. They spent most of the year living together, both during and after the annual rainy season retreat. In the middle years, they normally spent these retreats in separate locations but close enough to each other to make visiting easy. Very seldom, then, did they spend a retreat together, for each had an increasingly large following of disciples, making it difficult to find enough space to accommodate them all at one location. Living separately eliminated the burden of having to arrange living quarters for so many monks.

Even when living apart, they often thought of each other with genuine concern. On occasions when Ācariya Sao's disciples visited Ācariya Mun, the first question he asked concerned the health and wellbeing of Ācariya Sao, who in turn invariably reciprocated by inquiring about Ācariya Mun's well-being when one of his disciples paid a visit. Through such messengers, each then conveyed his respectful greeting to the other, maintaining contact in this way at every opportunity. Each of these great ācariyas had enormous respect for the other's spiritual achievements. Both used words full of praise and admiration when speaking to their disciples about each other. Their comments never contained a hint of criticism.

ĀCARIYA MUN WHOLEHEARTEDLY agreed with Ācariya Sao's comment about his citta being adventurous, and tending to go to extremes: soaring high in the sky one moment, then plunging into the earth before diving to the ocean floor. His citta truly did have such mercurial characteristics. Dropping into samādhi in the early stages of his practice, his citta tended to focus outward then, perceiving all manner of unusual phenomena – things he had never dreamed of seeing. For example, he saw a bloated corpse laid out before him. As I have mentioned before, when he concentrated his attention on this image, it soon changed into a translucent disc which in turn altered its form, creating an endless series of images.

Even after discovering the correct method of practice, when his citta 'converged' into calm it was still inclined to focus outward, perceiving countless types of phenomena. Sometimes, he felt his body soaring high into the sky where he traveled around for many hours, looking at celestial mansions before coming back down. At other times, he burrowed deep beneath the earth to visit various regions in hell. There he felt profound pity for its unfortunate inhabitants, all experiencing the grievous consequences of their previous actions. Watching these events unfold, he often lost all perspective of the passage of time. In those days, he was still uncertain whether these scenes were real or imaginary. He said that it was only later on, when his spiritual faculties were more mature, that he was able to investigate these matters and understand clearly the definite moral and psychological causes underlying them. Any lapse in concentration as his citta 'converged' into calm created an opening through which it could again focus outward to perceive such phenomena. His newfound proficiency notwithstanding, if his attention turned outward, his citta would be off in a flash.

Ācariya Mun told us that early on, due to inexperience with the mercurial nature of his own mind, when focusing his citta to examine the lower half of his body, instead of following the various parts down to the soles of his feet, it would shoot out through his lower torso and penetrate deep into the earth – just as Ācariya Sao had so astutely remarked. No sooner had he hurriedly withdrawn the citta back into his body than it would fly through the top of his head, soaring high into the sky where it paced back and forth contentedly, showing no interest in returning to his body. Concentrating with intense mindfulness, he had to force the citta to reenter the body and perform the work he wanted it to do.

In those early days his mind developed a tendency to drop so speedily into a state of calm – like falling from a cliff, or down a well – that his mindfulness couldn't keep up with it. Resting only briefly in complete stillness before withdrawing slightly to the level of upacāra samādhi,[20] his citta tended to venture out so often, and experienced such a variety of strange things, that he became very frustrated. He tried to force it to remain inside the confines of his body, but often to no avail. His citta was far too fleeting for mindfulness and wisdom to keep pace.

Still too inexperienced to work out an effective solution, he felt uneasy about the direction of his meditation. Yet, being a strictly internal matter, he couldn't mention his predicament to anyone else. So, with an intense degree of mindfulness and wisdom to guide his efforts, he experimented with many different techniques, suffering considerable mental strain before finding a viable means of controlling his adventuresome citta. Once he clearly understood the correct method of taming his dynamic mind, he found that it was versatile, energetic, and extremely quick in all circumstance. Eventually working in unison, mindfulness and wisdom blended so well with the citta that they merged to become one with it. Thus strengthened, the citta functioned like a magic crystal ball; and he was fully capable of keeping pace with all the myriad phenomena arising within it.

Ācariya Mun possessed a bold, fearless character. He was also extremely intelligent. Because his rigorous training methods differed significantly from ones practiced by other monks, his style of practice was unique – and incredibly difficult to imitate. From my own observations, I can unequivocally state: He was a truly noble character with a quick, adventurous mind who trained himself with uncompromising resolve. His Harte Trainingsmethoden were often quite unique. He had an ingenious way of mixing coercive pressure and gentle persuasion to tame a dynamic mind that, at the least lapse of concentration, ventured out to find things that could easily cause him problems.

Struggling desperately on his own to find ways to control his unruly mind, practicing without a dependable guide and enduring difficulties, Ācariya Mun sometimes felt that he was beating his head against a mountain. Unlike so many others, he had to manage without the aid of a wise teacher's proven meditation methods – a disadvantage he often warned others against later on. To his own students he always emphasized his readiness to clarify any problems they experienced in meditation, thus saving them the difficulty of having to waste time as he had in his early years.

SHORTLY AFTER HIS ORDINATION, Ācariya Mun began wandering dhutanga in Nakhon Phanom province, and eventually crossed the Mekong River to enter Laos, where he contentedly practiced the ascetic way of life in the mountainous district of Tha Khek. This area of Laos abounded in large, ferocious tigers – huge beasts that were considered far more vicious than tigers on the Thai side of the river. Repeatedly they attacked and killed the local inhabitants and then feasted on their flesh. Despite such brutality, those people, mostly of Vietnamese descent, weren't nearly as afraid of tigers as were their Lao and Thai neighbors. Time and again they watched these terrible beasts attack and kill friends and relatives; yet, they seemed indifferent to the carnage. Having seen a friend killed right in front of them, the flesh torn from the body by a hungry tiger, the people would casually venture back into that same tiger-infested forest the next day, as though nothing had happened. The Lao and Thai communities would have been extremely upset, but the Vietnamese seemed strangely unmoved by such occurrences. Perhaps they were so accustomed to seeing such things that it no longer affected them.

The Vietnamese had another strange habit: When they saw a man-eating tiger suddenly leap out to attack one of their companions, no one in the group made any effort to save their friend's life. They simply abandoned their friend to his fate and ran for their lives. Suppose a group were sleeping in the forest overnight. If a huge tiger leaped into the campsite and dragged one of them away, the others, awakened by the noise, would jump up and run away; and then, calmly find another place close by to sleep. Like children, they acted without much rhyme or reason in these matters. They behaved as though those huge beasts, which had already shown themselves to be so adept at devouring human flesh, were somehow too stupid to do the same to them.

I am also familiar with people who have no proper fear of tigers. When coming to live in our country, they like to settle in dense, overgrown jungle areas abounding in tigers and other wild animal. Venturing deep into the forest in search of timber, they then spend the night there far from the village, showing no signs of fear at all. Even alone, these people can sleep deep in the forest at night without fear. If they wish to return to the village late at night, they have no qualms about walking alone through the dense undergrowth, and back if necessary. If asked why they aren't afraid of tigers, their response is that, while the huge tigers in their own country have a taste for human flesh, Thai tigers don't; and that they're even scared of people. Conditions can be so dangerous in their homeland that people staying overnight in the forest must build an enclosure to sleep in that resembles a pigsty; otherwise, they might never return home. Even within the precincts of some village communities, prowling tigers can be so fierce that no one dares leave home after dark, fearing an attack by a tiger leaping out of the shadows. The Vietnamese even chide the Thais for being such cowardly people, always entering the forest in groups, never daring to venture out alone. For these reasons, Ācariya Mun claimed that the Vietnamese lacked an instinctive fear of tigers.

When Ācariya Mun crossed into their country, however, the tigers there never bothered him. Camped in the forest, he often saw their tracks and heard their roars echoing through the trees at night. However, he never felt personally threatened by such things; they were simply natural aspects of forest life. In any case, Ācariya Mun wasn't worried about tigers so much as he was worried about the possibility that he might not transcend dukkha and realize the Supreme Happiness of Nibbāna in his lifetime.

When speaking of his excursions crossing the Mekong River, he never mentioned being afraid. He obviously considered such dangers to be a normal part of trekking through the wilds. If I had been faced with those same dangers instead of Ācariya Mun, surely the local villagers would have had to form a posse to rescue this cowardly dhutanga monk. When I'm walking in meditation in the forest at night, just the occasional roar of a tiger so unsettles me that I can barely manage to keep walking to the end of the track. I fear coming face to face with one of those beasts – and losing my wits. You see, since becoming old enough to understand such things, I always heard my parents and their neighbors vociferously proclaim that tigers are very fierce animals, and extremely dangerous. This notion has stuck with me ever since, making it impossible not to be terrified of tigers. I must confess that I've never found a way to counteract this tendency.

ĀCARIYA MUN SPENT most of the earlier years of his monastic career traveling at length through the various provinces of Thailand's Northeast region. Later, as he developed enough inner stability to withstand both external distractions and those mercurial mental traits that were so much a part of his character, he walked down into the central provinces, wandering contentedly across the Central Plains region, living the dhutanga lifestyle until eventually he reached the capital, Bangkok. Arriving shortly before the rainy season, he went to Wat Pathumwan monastery and entered the retreat there. During the rains retreat he made a point of regularly going to seek advice from Chao Khun Upāli Guṇūpamācariya[21] at Wat Boromaniwat monastery to gain more extensive techniques for developing wisdom.

Ācariya Mun left Bangkok following the rains retreat, hiking to Lopburi province to stay awhile at Phai Khwang Cave in the Phra Ngam mountain range before moving on to Singto Cave. Life in such favorable locations gave him an excellent, uninterrupted opportunity to fully intensify his spiritual practice. In doing so, he developed a fearless attitude toward his mind and the things with which it came in contact. By then, his samādhi was rock-solid. Using it as the firm basis for his practice, he examined everything from the perspective of Dhamma, continually uncovering new techniques for developing wisdom. After a suitable interval, he returned to Bangkok, once again visiting Chao Khun Upāli at Wat Boromaniwat. He informed his mentor of developments in his meditation practice, questioning him about doubts he still had concerning the practice of wisdom. Satisfied that the new investigative techniques he had learned were sufficient to further his progress, he finally took leave of Chao Khun Upāli and left to seek seclusion at Sarika Cave in the Khaw Yai mountains of Nakhon Nayok province.

Sarika Cave   

Ācariya Mun spent three years living and practicing in Sarika Cave. His entire stay there was filled with the most unusual experiences, making it a memorable episode in his life. To the best of my recollection, he first arrived at Ban Gluay village, the village nearest the cave and thus close enough to be convenient for almsround. Unfamiliar with the area, he asked the villagers to take him to Sarika Cave. Straightaway they warned him that it was a very special cave possessing numerous supernatural powers, insisting that no monk could possibly live there unless his virtue was pure. Other monks who had tried to live there quickly fell ill with a variety of painful symptoms – many had even died before they could be brought down for treatment. They told him that the cave was the domain of a spirit of immense size possessing many magical powers. It also had a very foul temper. This giant spirit guarded the cave from all intruders – monks being no exception. Unexpected occurrences awaited all intruders into the cave, many of whom ended up dead. The spirit delighted in testing any monk who came bragging about his mastery of magic spells for warding off spirits. Invariably, the monk would suddenly fall ill and die a premature death. Fearing that Ācariya Mun might die likewise, the villagers pleaded with him not to go.

Curious about the talk of a huge, malevolent spirit with supernatural powers, Ācariya Mun asked and was told that a trespasser usually saw some sign of those powers on the very first night. An ominous dream often accompanied fitful sleep: An enormous black spirit, towering overhead, threatened to drag the dreamer to his death, shouting that it had long been the cave's guardian exercising absolute authority over the whole area, and would allow no one to trespass. So any trespasser was immediately chased away, for it accepted no authority greater than its own, except that of a person of impeccable virtue and a loving, compassionate heart, who extended these noble qualities to all living beings. A person of such nobility was allowed to live in the cave. The spirit would even protect him and pay him homage, but it did not tolerate narrow-minded, selfish, ill-behaved intruders.

Finding life in the cave a very uncomfortable experience, most monks refused to remain for long; and fearing death, they made a hurried departure. Generally, no one managed a long stay – only one or two days at most, and they were quickly on their way. Trembling and almost out of their minds with fear as they climbed back down, they blurted out something about a fierce, demonic spirit. Scared and chastened, they fled, never to return. Worse still, some who went up to the cave never came down again. Thus, the villagers worried about the fate that awaited Ācariya Mun, not wanting him to become the next victim.

Ācariya Mun asked what they meant by saying that some monks went up there never to return. Why hadn't they come down again? He was told that, having died there, they couldn't possibly come back down. They recounted a story of four seemingly competent monks who had died in the cave not long before. Prior to entering the cave, one of them had assured the villagers that he was impervious to fear, for he knew a potent spell that protected him against ghosts and other spirits, plus many other potent spells as well. He was convinced no spirit could threaten him. Warning him repeatedly about the dangers, the villagers tried to discourage his intentions, but he reiterated that he had no fear and insisted on being taken to the cave. The villagers were left with no other choice, so they showed him the way. Once there, he came down with a variety of afflictions, including high fevers, pounding headaches, and terrible stomach pains. Sleeping fitfully, he dreamt that he was being taken away to his death.

Over the years, many different monks had tried to live there, but their experiences were strikingly similar. Some died, others quickly fled. The four most recent monks died within a relatively short period. The villagers couldn't guarantee that their deaths were caused by a malevolent spirit; perhaps there was another reason. But they had always noticed a powerful presence connected with the cave. Local people weren't so bold as to challenge its power, for they were wary of it and envisioned themselves being carried back down in critical condition – or as corpses.

Ācariya Mun questioned them further to satisfy himself that they were telling the truth. They assured him that such things happened so often it frightened them to think about it. For this reason, they warned any monk or lay person who came to search the cave for magical objects or sacred amulets. Whether the cave actually contained such things is another matter; but, the fact that some people liked to claim their existence meant that those with a penchant for sacred objects inevitably went there to search for them. The villagers themselves had never seen such objects in the cave; nor had they seen those seeking them encounter anything but death, or narrow escapes from death. Thus, fearing for Ācariya Mun's safety, they begged him not to go.

Ācariya Mun gave the villagers a sympathetic hearing, but in the end he was still curious to see the cave. Live or die, he wanted to put himself to the test, and so discover the truth of those stories. The scary tales he heard didn't frighten him in the least. In truth, he saw this adventure as a means to arouse mindfulness, an opportunity to acquire many new ideas for contemplation. He possessed the courage to face whatever was to happen, as befits someone genuinely interested in seeking the truth. So in his own unassuming way, he informed the villagers that, although the stories were very frightening, he still would like to spend some time in the cave. Assuring them that he would hurry back down at the first sign of trouble, he asked to be escorted to the cave, which they obligingly did.

FOR SEVERAL DAYS, Ācariya Mun's physical condition remained normal, his heart calm and serene. The environment around the cave was secluded and very quiet, disturbed only by the natural sounds of wild animals foraging for food in the forest. He passed the first few nights contentedly; but on subsequent nights he began to suffer stomach pains. Although such pains were nothing new, this time the condition grew steadily worse, eventually becoming so severe that he sometimes passed blood in his stool. Before long his stomach refused to digest food properly it simply passed straight through. This made him reflect on what the villagers had said about four monks dying there recently. If his condition didn't improve, perhaps he would be the fifth.

When lay people came to see him at the cave one morning, he sent them to look in the forest for certain medicinal plants that he had previously found beneficial. They gathered various roots and wood essences which he boiled into a potion and drank, or else ground into powder, drinking it dissolved in water. He tried several different combinations of herbs, but none relieved his symptoms. They worsened with each passing day. His body was extremely weak; and though his mental resolve was not greatly affected, it was clearly weaker than normal.

As he sat drinking the medicine one day, a thought arose which, prompting a self-critical examination, reinforced his resolve:

I've been taking this medicine now for many days. If it really is an effective stomach cure, then I should see some positive results by now. But every day my condition worsens. Why isn't this medicine having the desired effect? Perhaps it's not helping at all. Instead, it may be aggravating the symptoms and so causing the steady deterioration. If so, why continue taking it?

Once he became fully aware of his predicament, he made an emphatic decision. From that day on he would treat his stomach disorder using only 'the therapeutic properties of Dhamma'. If he lived, so much the better; if he died, then so be it. Conventional types of treatment proving ineffective, he determined to stop taking all medicines until he was cured by Dhamma's therapeutic powers, or else died there in the cave. With this firm resolution in mind, he reminded himself:

I'm a Buddhist monk. I've certainly practiced meditation long enough to recognize the correct path leading to magga , phala , and Nibbāna. By now my practice should be firmly anchored in this conviction. So why am I so weak and cowardly when faced with a small degree of pain? It's only a slight pain, after all, yet I can't seem to come to grips with it. Becoming weak all of a sudden, I now feel defeated. Later, when life reaches a critical juncture at the moment of death as the body begins to break up and disintegrate the onslaught of pain will then crush down mercilessly on body and mind. Where shall I find the strength to fight it so I can transcend this world and avoid being outdone in death's struggle?

With this solemn determination, he stopped taking all medicines and began earnestly focusing on meditation as the sole remedy for all spiritual and bodily ailments. Discarding concern for his life, he let his body follow its own natural course, turning his attention to probing the citta – that essential 'knowing nature' which never dies, yet has death as its constant companion. He set to work examining thecitta, using the full powers of mindfulness, wisdom, faith and perseverance that he had been developing within himself for so long. The seriousness of his physical condition ceased to interest him; concerns about death no longer arose. He directed mindfulness and wisdom to investigate the painful feelings he experienced, making them separate the body into its constituent elements, and then thoroughly analyzing each one. He examined the physical components of the body and the feelings of pain within it. He analyzed the function of memory which presumes that one or another part of the body is in pain.[22] And he analyzed the thought processes which conceive the body as being in pain.[23] All such vital aspects were targeted in the investigation conducted by mindfulness and wisdom as they continued to probe into the body, the pain, and thecitta, relentlessly exploring their connections from dusk until midnight. Through this process, he succeeded in fully disengaging the body from the severe pain caused by his stomach disorder until he understood, with absolute clarity, just how they are interrelated. At that moment of realization, his citta 'converged' into complete calm – a moment that saw his spiritual resolve immeasurably strengthened, and his bodily illness totally vanish. The illness, the pain, the mind's preoccupations - all disappeared simultaneously.

Remaining only briefly in complete stillness, his citta withdrew slightly, reaching the level of upacāra samādhi. This 'luminous' citta then left the confines of his body and immediately encountered an enormous, black man standing fully thirty feet tall. The towering figure carried a huge metal club – twelve feet long and thick as a man's leg. Walking up to Ācariya Mun, he announced in a menacing voice that he was about to pound him right into the ground. He warned Ācariya Mun to flee that very instant if he wished to remain alive. The metal club resting on his shoulder was so huge that a single blow from it would have been enough to pound a large bull elephant into the earth.

Ācariya Mun focused his citta on the giant spirit, asking why he wanted to club to death someone who had done nothing to warrant such brutal treatment. He reminded the giant that he had harmed no one while living there; that he had caused no trouble deserving of such deadly punishment. The giant replied by saying that he had long been the sole authority guarding that mountain and would never allow anyone to usurp that authority. He felt compelled to take decisive action against all intruders.

Ācariya Mun's response was reproachful: "I did not come here to usurp anyone's authority. I came to carry on the noble work of spiritual development, for I aim to usurp the authority that the kilesas exercise over my heart. Harming a virtuous monk in any way is an absolutely despicable act. I am a disciple of the Lord Buddha, that supremely pure individual whose all-powerful loving compassion encompasses the whole of the sentient universe. Does the great authority you boast give you power to override the authority of Dhamma, and of kamma – those immutable laws that govern the existence of all living beings?"

The creature replied: "No, sir."

Ācariya Mun then said: "The Lord Buddha possessed the skill and the courage to destroy those insidious mental defilements that like boasting of power and authority. Thus, he banished from his heart all thoughts of beating or killing other people. You think you're so smart, have you ever given any thought to taking decisive action against the kilesas in your heart?"

The creature admitted: uNot yet, sir."

hIn that case, such overbearing authority will just make you a cruel, savage individual, resulting in very grave consequences for you. You don't possess the authority needed to rid yourself of evil, so you use the fires of magic against others, unaware that you're actually burning yourself. You are creating very grave kamma indeed. As though that weren't bad enough, you want to attack and kill someone who represents the virtues of Dhamma which are central to the world's well-being. How can you ever hope to lay claim to laudable virtues, when you insist on engaging in evil behavior of such unparalleled brutality?

"I am a man of virtue. I have come here with the purest intentions – to practice Dhamma for my own spiritual benefit, and the benefit of others. Despite that, you threaten to pound me into the ground, giving no thought to the consequences of such an evil deed. Don't you realize that it will drag you into hell where you will reap the terrible misery you have sown? Rather than feel concerned for myself, I feel very sorry for you – you've become so obsessed with your own authority that it's now burning you alive. Can your potent powers withstand the effect of the grave act you are about to commit? You say you exercise sovereign authority over this mountain, but can your magic powers override Dhamma and the laws of kamma? If your powers really are superior to Dhamma, then go ahead – pound me to death! I'm not afraid to die. Even if I don't die today, my death remains inevitable. For the world is a place where all who are born must die – even you, blinded as you are by your own self-importance. You are not above death, or the laws of kamma that govern all living beings."

The mysterious being stood listening, rigid as a statue, the deadly metal club resting on his shoulder as Ācariya Mun admonished him by means of samādhi meditation. He stood so completely still that if he were a human being we would say that he was so frightened and ashamed he could scarcely breath. But this was a special nonhuman being, so he didn't in fact breathe. Yet his whole manner clearly showed him to be so ashamed and fearful of Ācariya Mun that he could barely restrain his emotions, which he still managed to do quite admirably.

Ācariya Mun had finished speaking. Suddenly, the contrite spirit flung the metal club down from his shoulder and spontaneously transformed his appearance from a huge, black creature into a devout Buddhist gentleman with a mild, courteous demeanor. Approaching Ācariya Mun with heartfelt respect, the gentleman then asked his forgiveness, expressing deep remorse. Here is the gist of what he said:

"I was surprised, and felt somewhat frightened, the first moment I saw you. I immediately noticed a strange and amazing radiance extending out all around you, a brilliance unlike anything I had ever seen. It created such a profound impact that in your presence I felt weak and numb. I couldn't do anything – so captivated was I by that radiant glow. Still, I didn't know what it was, for I had never before experienced anything like it.

"My threats to kill you a moment ago didn't come from my heart's true feelings. Rather, they stemmed from a long-held belief that I possess unrivaled authority over nonhuman beings, as well as humans with evil intent who lack moral principles. Such authority can be imposed on anyone, at any time; and that person will be powerless to resist. This arrogant sense of self-importance led me to confront you. Feeling vulnerable, I didn't want to lose face. Even as I threatened you, I felt nervous and hesitant, unable to act on my threat. It was merely the stance of someone accustomed to wielding power over others. Please be compassionate enough to forgive my rude, distasteful behavior today. I don't wish to suffer the consequences of evil anymore. As it is now, I suffer enough. Any more, and I won't have the strength to bear it."

Ācariya Mun was curious about this: "You are a prominent individual with enormous power and prestige. You have an nonphysical body, so you needn't experience the human hardships of hunger and fatigue. You aren't burdened having to make a living as people here on earth are, so why do you complain about suffering? If a celestial existence isn't happiness, then which type of existence is?"

The spirit replied: "On a superficial level, perhaps, celestial beings with their ethereal bodies do actually experience more happiness than humans, whose bodies are much grosser. But speaking strictly in spiritual terms, a celestial being's ethereal body still suffers a degree of discomfort proportionate to the refined nature of that state of existence."

This discussion between spirit and monk was far too profound and complex for me to capture its every detail here, so I hope the reader will forgive me for this shortcoming.

As a result of the discussion, the mysterious celestial being, showing great respect for the Dhamma he heard, affirmed his devotion to the three refuges: Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha. He let it be known that he considered Ācariya Mun to be one of his refuges as well, asking Ācariya Mun to bear witness to his faith. At the same time, he offered Ācariya Mun his full protection, inviting him to remain in the cave indefinitely. Had his wish been granted, Ācariya Mun would have spent the rest of his life there. This being cherished the opportunity to take care of him – he wanted to ensure that nothing whatsoever disturbed Ācariya Mun's meditation. In truth, he was not some mysterious being with a huge, black body – that was merely a guise. He was the chief leader of all the terrestrial devas living in that region.[24] His large entourage lived in an area that centered in the mountains of Nakhon Nayok and extended over many of the surrounding provinces as well.

Ācariya Mun's citta had 'converged' into calm at midnight, after which he met the terrestrial deva, communicating by means of samādhi meditation until four a.m., when his citta withdrew to normal consciousness. The stomach disorder that was troubling him so much when he sat down at dusk had completely disappeared by that time. The therapeutic power of Dhamma, administered by means of meditation, was the only remedy he needed to effect a decisive cure – an experience that Ācariya Mun found incredibly amazing. Forgoing sleep, he continued striving in his practice until dawn. Instead of feeling tired after a night of exertion, his body was more energetic than ever.

He had passed a night full of many amazing experiences: He witnessed Dhamma's powerful ability to tame an unruly spirit, transforming arrogance into faith; his citta remained in a serenely calm state for many hours, savoring that wonderful sense of happiness; a chronic illness was completely cured, his digestion returning to normal; he was satisfied that his mind had acquired a solid spiritual basis – one he could trust, thus dispelling many of his lingering doubts; he realized many unusual insights he had never before attained, both those that removed defilements and those that enhanced the special understanding which formed an intrinsic part of his character.

During the months that followed, his meditation practice progressed smoothly, accompanied always by indescribable peace and tranquillity. With his health back to normal, physical discomforts no longer troubled him. Sometimes, late at night, he met with gatherings of terrestrial devas who came from various places to visit him. Devas from the surrounding area had all heard of Ācariya Mun, for the mysterious deva who had engaged him in a war of words was now announcing his presence to others, and escorting groups of them to meet him. On nights when no visitors came, he enjoyed himself practicing meditation.

ONE AFTERNOON HE LEFT his meditation seat to sit in the open air not far from the cave, reflecting on the Dhamma that the Lord Buddha had so compassionately given to mankind. He felt this Dhamma to be so very profound that he understood how difficult it was going to be to practice it to perfection, and to fully realize its essential truths. He felt a sense of satisfaction, thinking how fortunate he was to be able to practice Dhamma and realize its many insights and truths – an amazing feeling. Even though he had yet to reach the ultimate realization, a dream he'd long desired to fulfill, still the spiritual contentment he experienced was very rewarding. He was sure now that, unless death intervened, his hopes would surely be realized one day. Savoring his contentment, he reflected on the path he took to practice Dhamma and the results he hoped to achieve, proceeding step by step, until he reached a complete cessation of dukkha, eliminating all traces of discontent still existing within his heart.

Just then, a large troop of monkeys came foraging for food in front of the cave. The leader of the troop arrived first, a good distance in front of the rest. Reaching the area in front of the cave, it spotted Ācariya Mun who sat very still with eyes open, glancing silently at the approaching monkey. The monkey immediately became suspicious of his presence. Nervous, worried about the safety of its troop, it ran back and forth along the branch of a tree, looking warily at him. Ācariya Mun understood its anxiety, and sympathized with it, sending out benevolent thoughts of loving kindness: I've come here to practice Dhamma, not to mistreat or harm anyone; so there's no need to fear me. Keep searching for food as you please. You can come foraging around here every day if you like.

In a flash, the lead monkey ran back to its troop, which Ācariya Mun could see approaching in the distance. He watched what happened next with a sense of great amusement, combined with sincere compassion. As soon as the leader reached the others, it quickly called out: Goke, hey not so fast! There's something over there. It may be dangerous! Hearing this, all the other monkeys began asking at once: Goke, goke? Where, where? And simultaneously, the leader turned his head toward Ācariya Mun's direction as if to say: Sitting over there – can you see? Or something like that, but in the language of animals, which is an unfathomable mystery to most human beings. Ācariya Mun, however, understood every word they spoke.

Once it had signaled Ācariya Mun's presence to the group, the lead monkey warned them to proceed slowly and cautiously until they could determine exactly what was up ahead. It then hurried off ahead of the group, warily approaching the front of the cave where Ācariya Mun was seated. Being concerned for the safety of those following behind, it was apprehensive, but also curious to find out what was there. It cautiously snuck up close to Ācariya Mun, jumping up and jumping down from branch to branch, as monkeys tend to do, for they are quite restless as everybody knows. The lead monkey watched Ācariya Mun constantly until it was sure that he posed no danger. Then, it ran back and informed its friends: Goke, we can go. Goke, there's no danger.

During this time, Ācariya Mun sat perfectly still, constantly gauging the lead monkey's inner feelings to judge its reaction to him. The way it ran back to speak to its friends was quite comic; yet, knowing exactly what they said, Ācariya Mun couldn't help feeling sorry for them. For those of us who don't understand their language, the calls they send back and forth to one another are merely sounds in the forest, much like the bird calls we hear every day. But when the lead monkey ran back, calling out to its troop, Ācariya Mun understood the meaning of what was said as clearly as if they had been conversing in human language.

In the beginning when the lead monkey first spotted him, it hurried back to its troop, warning its friends to take care and pay careful attention to what it had to say. Although it communicated this message in the goke goke sounds that monkeys make, the essential meaning was clear to the others: Hey, stop! Not so fast! There's danger up ahead. Hearing the warning, the others began wondering what danger there was. First, one asked: Goke, what is it? Then, another asked: Goke, what's the matter? The lead monkey answered: Goke gake, there's something up there – it may be dangerous. The others asked: Goke, where is it? The leader replied: Goke, right over there.

The sounds made by this large troop of monkeys, as they questioned and answered one another, reverberated through the whole forest. First, one called out in alarm; then another, until monkeys, large and small, ran frantically back and forth, seeking answers about their situation. Fearful of the possible danger they all faced, they yelled excitedly to one another in a state of general confusion – just as we people tend to do when confronted with an emergency. Their leader was obliged to speak up and to try to clarify the situation, cautioning them: Goke gake, everyone wait here first while I go back and check to make sure. With these parting instructions, it hurried back to look again. Approaching Ācariya Mun who was seated in front of the cave, it looked warily at him while scurrying to and fro through the branches of the trees. Its eyes examined him with intense interest until it was satisfied that Ācariya Mun wasn't an adversary. Then, it hurriedly returned to its troop and announced: Goke gake, we can go now, it's not dangerous. There's no need to be afraid. So the whole troop moved forward until it reached the spot where Ācariya Mun was seated, all of them cautiously peering at him in a way that signaled their continuing mistrust. As monkeys tend to do when their curiosity is aroused, the troop was jumping about through the trees. The goke gake sounds of their queries echoed through the forest: What is it? What's it doing here? The sounds of their replies reverberated in the agitated tone of animals needing to find out what's going on.

This narration has a repetitive quality, for this is the narrative style that Ācariya Mun himself used when telling this story. He wanted to emphasize the points of interest for his audience, and thus clearly indicate their significance. He said that wild monkeys tend to panic when sensing danger because, for ages, human beings have used various brutal methods to kill these animals in countless numbers. So monkeys are instinctively very distrustful of people.

The flow of an animal's consciousness infuses the different sounds it makes with the appropriate meaning – just as human verbal expressions are determined by the flow of human consciousness. So, it is just as easy for monkeys to understand the meaning of their common sounds, as it is for people to understand the same language. Each sound that issues from an animal's flow of consciousness is attuned to a specific meaning and purpose. These sounds communicate a clear message, and those who are listening invariably comprehend their precise meaning. So, even though it has no discernible meaning for human beings, when monkeys emit a sound like goke, they all understand its intended meaning, since this is the language monkeys use to communicate. Much the same applies to people of different nationalities, each speaking their own native language. Just as most nations around the world have their own specific language, so too each species of animal has its own distinct means of communication. Whether animals and humans can comprehend each others' language ceases to be an issue when we accept that each group has the prerogative to decide on the parameters of its speech and the manner in which it is conducted.

Finally overcoming their fears, the monkeys roamed freely in the area around the cave, foraging for food as they pleased. No longer were they on guard, wary of the threat of danger. From that day on, they felt right at home there, showing no interest in Ācariya Mun; and he paid no special attention to them as he and they both went about their daily lives.

Ācariya Mun said that all the animals foraging for food in the area where he lived did so contentedly, without fear. Ordinarily, animals of all kinds feel comfortable living in places where monks have taken up residence, for animals are quite similar to human beings in emotion. They simply lack the same predominant authority and intelligence that humans possess. Their level of intelligence extends only to the tasks of searching for food and finding a place to hide in order to survive from day to day.

ONE EVENING ĀCARIYA MUN felt so moved by a profound sense of sadness that tears came to his eyes. Seated in meditation focusing on body contemplation, his citta 'converged' into a state of such total calm that it appeared completely empty. At that moment, he felt as though the whole universe had ceased to exist. Only emptiness remained – the emptiness of his citta. Emerging from this profound state, he contemplated the teaching of the Lord Buddha which prescribed the means for removing the defiling pollutants that exist in the hearts of all living beings – a knowledge arising from the incisive genius of the Lord Buddha's wisdom. The more he contemplated this matter, the more he understood the amazing sagacity of the Buddha – and the more profoundly saddened he was by his own ignorance. He realized the paramount importance of proper training and instruction. Even such common bodily functions as eating food and relieving ourselves must be taught to us. We learn to perform them properly by undergoing training and instruction. Washing and dressing ourselves, in fact all of our daily activities, must be learned through education – otherwise, they will never be done correctly. Worse than doing them incorrectly, we may end up doing something seriously wrong, which could have grievous moral consequences. Just as it's necessary to receive training in how to take care of our bodies, so it is essential to receive proper guidance in how to take care of our minds. If our minds don't undergo the appropriate training, then we're bound to make serious mistakes, regardless of our age, gender, or position in society.

The average person in this world resembles a young child who needs adult guidance and constant attention to safely grow to maturity. Most of us tend to grow up only in appearance. Our titles, our status, and our self-importance tend to increase ever more; but the knowledge and wisdom of the right way to achieve peace and happiness for ourselves and others, don't grow to maturity with them; nor do we show an interest in developing these. Consequently, we always experience difficulties wherever we go. These were the thoughts that moved Ācariya Mun to such a profound sense of sadness that evening.

AT THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN, where the path to the Sarika Cave began, stood a vipassanā meditation center, the residence of an elderly monk who was ordained late in life, after having had a wife and family. Thinking of this monk one evening, Ācariya Mun wondered what he was doing, and so, he sent out his flow of consciousness to take a look. At that moment, the old monk's mind was completely distracted by thoughts of the past concerning the affairs of his home and family. Again, sending out his flow of consciousness to observe him later that same night, Ācariya Mun encountered the same situation. Just before dawn, he focused his citta once again, only to find the old monk still busy making plans for his children and grandchildren. Each time he sent out the flow of his citta to check, he found the monk thinking incessantly about matters concerned with building a worldly life now, and untold rounds of existence in the future.

On the way back from his almsround that morning, he stopped to visit the elderly monk and immediately put him on the spot: "How is it going, old fellow? Building a new house and getting married to your wife all over again? You couldn't sleep at all last night. I suppose everything is all arranged now so you can relax in the evenings, without having to get so worked up planning what you'll say to your children and grandchildren. I suspect you were so distracted by all that business last night you hardly slept a wink, am I right?

Embarrassed, the elderly monk asked with a sheepish smile: "You knew about last night? You're incredible, Ācariya Mun.f

Ācariya Mun smiled in reply, and added: "I'm sure you know yourself much better than I do, so why ask me? I'm convinced you were thinking about those things quite deliberately, so preoccupied with your thoughts you neglected to lie down and sleep all night. Even now you continue to shamelessly enjoy thinking about such matters and you don't have the mindfulness to stop yourself. You're still determined to act upon those thoughts, aren't you?"

As he finished speaking, Ācariya Mun noticed the elderly monk looking very pale, as though about to faint from shock, or embarrassment. He mumbled something incoherent in a faltering, ghostly sounding voice bordering on madness. Seeing his condition, Ācariya Mun instinctively knew that any further discussion would have serious consequences. So he found an excuse to change the subject, talking about other matters for a while to calm him down, then he returned to the cave.

Three days later one of the old monk's lay supporters came to the cave, so Ācariya Mun asked him about the monk. The layman said that he had abruptly left the previous morning, with no intention of returning. The layman had asked him why he was in such a hurry to leave, and he replied: "How can I stay here any longer? The other morning Ācariya Mun stopped by and lectured me so poignantly that I almost fainted right there in front of him. Had he continued lecturing me like that much longer, I'd surely have passed out and died there on the spot. As it was, he stopped and changed the subject, so I managed to survive somehow. How can you expect me to remain here now, after that? I'm leaving today."

The layman asked him: "Did Ācariya Mun scold you harshly? Is that why you nearly died, and now feel you can no longer stay here?"

"He didn't scold me at all, but his astute questions were far worse than a tongue-lashing."

"He asked you some questions, is that it? Can you tell me what they were? Perhaps I can learn a lesson from them."

"Please don't ask me to tell you what he said, I'm embarrassed to death as it is. Should anyone ever know, I'd sink into the ground. Without getting specific, I can tell you this much: he knows everything we're thinking. No scolding could possibly be as bad as that. It's quite natural for people to think both good thoughts and bad thoughts. Who can control them? But when I discover that Ācariya Mun knows all about my private thoughts – that's too much. I know I can't stay on here. Better to go off and die somewhere else than to stay here and disturb him with my wayward thinking. I mustn't stay here, further disgracing myself. Last night I couldn't sleep at all – I just can't get this matter out of my mind."

But the layman begged to differ: "Why should Ācariya Mun be disturbed by what you think? He's not the one at fault. The person at fault is the one who should be disturbed by what he's done, and then make a sincere effort to rectify it. That, Ācariya Mun would certainly appreciate. So please stay on here for awhile – in that way, when those thoughts arise, you can benefit from Ācariya Mun's advice. Then you can develop the mindfulness needed to solve this problem, which is much better than running away from it. What do you say to that?"

"I can't stay. The prospect of my developing mindfulness to improve myself can't begin to rival my fear of Ācariya Mun: it's like pitting a cat against an elephant! Just thinking that he knows all about me is enough to make me shiver, so how could I possibly maintain any degree of mindfulness? I'm leaving today. If I remain here any longer, I'll die for sure. Please believe me."

The layman told Ācariya Mun that he felt very sorry for that old monk, but he didn't know what to say to prevent him leaving: "His face was so pale it was obvious he was frightened, so I had to let him go. Before he left, I asked him where he'd be going. He said he didn't know for sure, but that if he didn't die first, we'd probably meet again someday – then he left. I had a boy send him off. When the boy returned I asked him, but he didn't know, for the elderly monk hadn't told him where he was going. I feel really sorry for him. An old man like that, he shouldn't have taken it so personally."

Ācariya Mun was deeply dismayed to see his benevolent intentions producing such negative results, his compassion being the cause of such unfortunate consequences. In truth, seeing the elderly monk's stunned reaction that very first day, he had suspected then that this might happen. After that day he was disinclined to send out the flow of his citta to investigate, fearing he might again meet with the same situation. In the end, his suspicions were confirmed. He told the layman that he'd spoken with the old monk in the familiar way that friends normally do: playful one minute, serious the next. He never imagined it becoming such a big issue that the elderly monk would feel compelled to abandon his monastery and flee like that.

This incident became an important lesson determining how Ācariya Mun behaved toward all the many people he met throughout his life. He was concerned that such an incident might be repeated should he fail to make a point of carefully considering the circumstances before speaking. From that day on, he never cautioned people directly about the specific content of their thoughts. He merely alluded indirectly to certain types of thinking as a means of helping people become aware of the nature of their thoughts, but without upsetting their feelings. People's minds are like small children tottering uncertainly as they learn to walk. An adult's job is to merely watch them carefully so they come to no harm. There's no need to be overly protective all the time. The same applies to people's minds: they should be allowed to learn by their own experiences. Sometimes their thinking will be right, sometimes wrong, sometimes good, sometimes bad – this is only natural. It's unreasonable to expect them to be perfectly good and correct every time.

THE YEARS ĀCARIYA MUN spent living in Sarika Cave were fruitful. He gained many enlightening ideas to deepen his understanding of the exclusively internal aspects of his meditation practice and many unusual insights concerning the great variety of external phenomena he encountered in his meditation. He became so pleasantly absorbed in his practice that he forgot about time: he hardly noticed the days, the months, or the years as they passed. Intuitive insights arose in his mind continuously – like water gently flowing along in the rainy season. On afternoons when the weather was clear, he walked through the forest admiring the trees and the mountains, meditating as he went, absorbed in the natural scenery all around him. As evening fell, he gradually made his way back to the cave.

The cave's surrounding area abounded in countless species of wild animals, the abundant variety of wild plants and fruits being a rich, natural source of sustenance. Animals such as monkeys, languars, flying squirrels, and gibbons, which depend on wild fruits, came and went contentedly. Preoccupied with their own affairs, they showed no fear in Ācariya Mun's presence. As he watched them foraging for food he became engrossed in their playful antics. He felt a genuine spirit of camaraderie with those creatures, considering them his companions in birth, ageing, sickness, and death. In this respect, animals are on an equal footing with people. For though animals and people differ in the extent of their accumulated merit and goodness, animals nonetheless possess these wholesome qualities in some measure as well. In fact, degrees of accumulated merit may vary significantly among individual members of both groups. Moreover, many animals may actually possess greater stores of merit than do certain people, but having been unfortunate enough to be reborn into an animal existence, they must endure the consequences for the time being. Human beings face the same dilemma: for although human existence is considered a higher birth than that of an animal, a person falling on hard times and into poverty must endure that misfortune until it passes – or until the results of that unfortunate kamma are exhausted. Only then can a better state arise in its place. In this way the effects of kamma continue to unfold, indefinitely. For precisely this reason, Ācariya Mun always insisted that we should never be contemptuous of another being's lowly status or state of birth. He always taught us that the good and the bad kamma, created by each living being, are that being's only true inheritance.

Each afternoon Ācariya Mun swept the area clean in front of the cave. Then for the rest of the evening he concentrated on his meditation practice, alternating between walking and sitting meditation. His samādhi practice steadily progressed, infusing his heart with tranquillity. At the same time, he intensified the development of wisdom by mentally dissecting the different parts of the body, while analyzing them in terms of the three universal characteristics of existence: that is to say, all are impermanent, bound up with suffering, and void of any self. In this manner, his confidence grew with each passing day.

The Sāvaka Arahants   

Living in Sarika Cave, Ācariya Mun was occasionally visited by sāvaka Arahants,[25] who appeared to him by means of samādhi nimitta.[26] Each sāvaka Arahant delivered for his benefit a discourse on Dhamma, elucidating the traditional practices of the Noble Ones. Here is the substance of what was expressed:

Walking meditation must be practiced in a calm, self-composed manner. Use mindfulness to focus your attention directly on the task you have set for yourself. If you're investigating the nature of the khandhas or the conditions of the body, or simply concentrating on a specific Dhamma theme, then make sure mindfulness is firmly fixed on that object. Don't allow your attention to drift elsewhere. Such negligence is characteristic of one having no solid spiritual basis to anchor him, and thus lacking a reliable inner refuge. Mindful awareness should attend each and every movement in all your daily activities. Don't perform these actions as though you are so sound asleep that you have no mindful awareness of how your body tosses about, or how prolifically your sleeping mind dreams. Going on your morning almsround, eating your food, and relieving yourself: in all such basic duties you should adhere strictly to the traditional practices of the Lord Buddha's Noble disciples. Never behave as though you lack proper training in the Teaching and the Discipline. Always conduct yourself in the manner of a true samaṇa[27] with the calm, peaceful demeanor expected of one who ordains as a disciple of the Lord Buddha. This means maintaining mindfulness and wisdom in every posture as a way of eliminating the poisons buried deep within your heart. Thoroughly investigate all the food you eat. Don't allow those foods that taste good to add poison to your mind. Even though the body may be strengthened by food that's eaten without proper investigation, the mind will be weakened by its damaging effects. By nourishing your body with food that is eaten unmindfully, you will, in effect, be destroying yourself with nourishment that depletes your mental vitality.

A samaṇa must never endanger his own well-being or the well-being of others by shamefully accumulating kilesas; for, not only do they harm him, but they can easily mushroom and spread harm to others as well. In the view of the Buddha's Noble disciples, all mental defilements are to be greatly feared. Utmost care should be taken to ensure that the mind does not neglect to check any outflow of the kilesas, for each one acts like a sheet of fire destroying everything in its path. The Noble Dhamma, practiced by all of the Lord Buddha's Noble disciples, emphasizes scrupulous self-discipline at all times and under all conditions – whether walking, standing, sitting, lying down, eating or relieving oneself; and in all of one's conversations and social interactions. Inattentive, undisciplined behavior is a habit of the kilesas, leading to unwholesome thoughts, and thus, perpetuating the cycle of birth and death. Those wishing to escape from the cycle of rebirth should avoid such deplorable habits. They merely lead deeper into the abyss, eventually causing one to become that most undesirable of persons – a wretched samaṇa. No one wishes to partake of wretched food; no one wishes to reside in a wretched house; and no one wishes to dress in wretched clothes, or even look at them. Generally, people detest and shun wretched things – how much more so a wretched person with a wretched mind. But the most abhorrent thing in the world is a wretched samaṇa who is ordained as a Buddhist monk. His wretchedness pierces the hearts of good and bad people alike.

It pierces the hearts of all devas and brahmas without exception. For this reason, one should strive to be a true samaṇa exercising extreme care to remain mindful and self-disciplined at all times.

Of all the many things that people value and care for in the world, a person's mind is the most precious. In fact, the mind is the foremost treasure in the whole world, so be sure to look after it well. To realize the mind's true nature is to realize Dhamma. Understanding the mind is the same as understanding Dhamma. Once the mind is known, then Dhamma in its entirety is known. Arriving at the truth about one's mind is the attainment of Nibbāna. Clearly, the mind is a priceless possession that should never be overlooked. Those who neglect to nurture the special status that the mind has within their bodies will always be born flawed, no matter how many hundreds or thousands of times they are reborn. Once we realize the precious nature of our own minds, we should not be remiss, knowing full well that we are certain to regret it later. Such remorse being avoidable, we should never allow it to occur.

Human beings are the most intelligent form of life on earth. As such, they should not wallow in ignorance. Otherwise, they will live an insufferably wretched existence, never finding any measure of happiness. The manner in which a true samaṇa conducts all his affairs, both temporal and spiritual, sets a trustworthy example to be followed by the rest of the world. He engages in work that is pure and blameless; his actions are both righteous and dispassionate. So, endeavor to cultivate within yourself the exemplary work of a samaṇa, making it flourish steadily, so that wherever you go, your practice will always prosper accordingly. A samaṇa who cherishes moral virtue, cherishes concentration, cherishes mindfulness, cherishes wisdom and cherishes diligent effort, is sure to achieve that exalted status of a full-fledged samaṇa now, and to maintain it in the future.

The teaching that I give you is the dispensation of a man of diligence and perseverance, a spiritual warrior who emerged victorious, a preeminent individual who completely transcended dukkha, freeing himself of all fetters. He attained absolute freedom, becoming the Lord Buddha, the supreme guide and teacher of the three worlds of existence. If you can understand the special value this teaching holds for you, before long you too will have rid yourself of kilesas. I entrust this Dhamma teaching to you in the hope that you will give it the most careful consideration.

In that way, you will experience incredible wonders arising within your mind, which by its very nature is a superb and wonderful thing.

A sāvaka Arahant having delivered such a discourse and departed, Ācariya Mun humbly received that Dhamma teaching. He carefully contemplated every aspect of it, isolating each individual point, and then thoroughly analyzed them all, one by one. As more and more sāvaka Arahants came to teach him in this way, he gained many new insights into the practice just by listening to their expositions. Hearing their wonderful discourses increased his enthusiasm for meditation, thus greatly enhancing his understanding of Dhamma.

Ācariya Mun said that listening to a discourse delivered by one of the Buddha's Arahant disciples made him feel as if he was in the presence of the Lord Buddha himself, though he had no prior recollection of meeting the Buddha. Listening intently, his heart completely full, he became so absorbed in Dhamma that the entire physical world, including his own body, ceased to exist for him then. The citta alone existed, its awareness shining brightly with the radiance of Dhamma. It was only later, when he withdrew from that state, that he realized the oppressive burden he still carried with him: for he became conscious again of his physical body – the focal point where the other four khandhas come together, each one a heavy mass of suffering on its own.

During his lengthy sojourn at Sarika Cave, Ācariya Mun entertained many sāvaka Arahants and heeded their words of advice, making this cave unique among all the places where he had ever stayed. While living there, the Dhamma of unimpeachable certainty arose in his heart; that is, he attained the fruition of Anāgāmī.[28] According to Buddhist scripture, the Anāgāmī has abandoned the five lower fetters that bind living beings to the round of repeated existence: sakkāyadiṭṭhi, vicikicchā, sīlabbataparāmāsa, kāmarāga, and paṭigha. Someone reaching this level of attainment is assured of never being reborn in the human realm, or in any other realm of existence where bodies are composed of the four gross physical elements: earth, water, fire, and air. Should that individual fail to ascend to the level of Arahant before dying, at the moment of death he will be reborn into one of the five Pure Abodes of the brahma world. An Anāgāmī is reborn in the abode of aviha, atappa, sudassa, sudassī or akaniṭṭha, depending on the individual's level of advancement along the Arahant path.

Ācariya Mun revealed that he attained the stage of Anāgāmī in Sarika Cave exclusively to his close disciples; but, I have decided to declare it publicly here for the reader's consideration. Should this disclosure be considered in any way inappropriate, I deserve the blame for not being more circumspect.

ONE NIGHT, HAVING CONTINUED to practice peacefully for many months, Ācariya Mun experienced an unusually strong feeling of compassion for his fellow monks. By that time, amazing insights surfaced nightly in his meditation practice. He became keenly aware of many strange, wonderful things – things he had never dreamed of seeing in his life. On the night that he thought about his fellow monks, his meditation had an exceptionally unusual quality to it. His citta had attained an especially ethereal refinement in samādhi, resulting in many extraordinary insights. Fully realizing the harmful effects that his own past ignorance had caused him, he was moved to tears. At the same time, he understood the value of the effort he had struggled so diligently to maintain until he could reap the amazing fruits of that diligence. A deep appreciation for the Lord Buddha's supreme importance arose in his heart; for, it was he who compassionately proclaimed the Dhamma so that others could follow in his footsteps, thus allowing them to understand the complex nature of their own kamma, and that of all other living beings as well. Thus the vital significance of the Dhamma verse: All beings are born of their kamma and kamma is their one true possession, which succinctly sums up practically all the Buddha's teachings.

Those insights notwithstanding, Ācariya Mun continued to remind himself that despite their truly amazing character he had yet to reach the end of the path and the cessation of dukkha. To accomplish that he would need to pour all his energy into the practice – with unstinting resolve. In the meantime, he was pleased to see that the chronic stomach ailment which he had suffered so long was now completely cured. More than that, his mind was now firmly anchored to a solid spiritual basis. Although he had yet to totally eradicate his kilesas, he was sure of being on the right path. His meditation practice, now progressing smoothly, had none of the fluctuations he had experienced earlier. Unlike in the past, when he was groping in the dark, feeling his way along, he now felt certain of the path leading to the highest Dhamma. He was absolutely convinced that one day he would transcend dukkha.

His mindfulness and wisdom had reached a stage where they worked ceaselessly in perfect concert. He never needed to urge them into action. Day and night, knowledge and understanding arose continuously – both internal spiritual insights and awareness of countless external phenomena. The more his mind delighted in such amazing Dhamma, the more compassion he felt for his fellow monks: he was eager to share with them these wondrous insights. In the end, this profound feeling of compassion precipitated his departure from that auspicious cave. With some reluctance, he eventually left to search out the dhutanga monks he had known previously, when he was living in the Northeast.

Several days prior to his departure from Sarika Cave, a group of terrestrial devas, led by the mysterious being he first encountered there, came to hear a discourse on Dhamma. After finishing his discourse, Ācariya Mun informed them of his decision, saying he would soon take leave of them. Unwilling to see him depart, the large company of devas who were gathered there beseeched him to stay on for the sake of their long-term happiness and prosperity. Ācariya Mun explained that, just as he had come to that cave for a reason, so too he had a reason for moving on – he didn't come and go slavishly, following his desires. Asking for their understanding, he cautioned them against feeling disappointed. He promised that, if the opportunity presented itself in the future, he would return. The devas expressed their sincere regrets, showing the genuine affection and respect for him they'd always felt.

At about ten p.m. on the night before his departure, Ācariya Mun thought of Chao Khun Upāli at Wat Boromaniwat monastery, wondering what was on his mind. So he focused his citta and sent the flow of his consciousness out to observe him. He found that Chao Khun Upāli was at that moment contemplating avijjā in relation to paṭiccasamuppāda.[29] Ācariya Mun took note of the time and the date. When eventually he arrived in Bangkok, he asked Chao Khun Upāli about what he'd observed. With a hearty laugh Chao Khun Upāli immediately acknowledged it to be true, saying this in praise of Ācariya Mun:

"You are truly masterful. I myself am a respected teacher, yet I'm inept compared to you – and I feel embarrassed. You truly are a master. This is exactly how a genuine disciple of the Lord Buddha follows in the footsteps of the Supreme Teacher. We can't all be incompetent in the practice of the Lord Buddha's teaching – somebody has to maintain this exalted Dhamma in the spirit that it was originally taught. By not allowing the modern age we live in to foster a lazy, defeatist attitude toward the highest attainments, you have demonstrated the timeless quality of the Buddha's teaching. Otherwise, the true Dhamma will no longer arise in the world, despite the fact that the Buddha proclaimed it for the benefit of all mankind. The special knowledge you have just displayed to me is most admirable. This is the way the Lord's teaching should be developed and put into practice."

Ācariya Mun stated that Chao Khun Upāli had the utmost admiration and respect for him. There were certain occasions when he sent for Ācariya Mun to help him solve certain problems he was unable to resolve to his own satisfaction. Eventually when the time was right, Ācariya Mun left Bangkok and returned directly to the Northeast.

IN THE YEARS PRIOR to his sojourn at Sarika Cave, Ācariya Mun traveled into the neighboring country of Burma, later returning by way of the northern Thai province of Chiang Mai. Continuing on into Laos, he practiced the ascetic way of life for some time in the area around Luang Prabang, eventually returning to Thailand to spend the rains retreat near the village of Ban Khok in Loei province, quite close to Pha Pu Cave. The following rains retreat was spent at Pha Bing Cave, also in Loei province. Back then, these places were all wilderness areas, teeming with wild animals where village communities were located far and few between: one could walk all day without coming across a single settlement. A person losing his way in that vast wilderness could find himself in the precarious situation of having to sleep overnight in an inhospitable environment at the mercy of tigers and other wild beasts.

On one occasion Ācariya Mun crossed the Mekong River and settled in a large tract of mountainous forest on the Laotian side. While he camped there, a huge Bengal tiger often wandered into his living area. Always coming at night, it stood some distance away watching him pace back and forth in meditation. It never displayed threatening behavior, but it did roar occasionally as it wandered freely around the area. Being well accustomed to living in close proximity to wild animals, Ācariya Mun paid little attention to the tiger.

During that excursion he was accompanied by another monk, Ācariya Sitha, who had been ordained slightly longer than he had. A contemporary of Ācariya Mun, Ācariya Sitha excelled in the practice of meditation. He liked the type of seclusion that the wilderness offered, preferring to live in the mountains stretching along the Laotian side of the Mekong River. Only occasionally did he cross the river into Thailand, and then never for very long.

On that occasion, Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sitha were camped some distance apart, each depending on a separate village for his daily alms food. One night while walking in meditation, Ācariya Sitha was visited by a huge Bengal tiger. The tiger crept in and quietly crouched forward to about six feet from his meditation track, right in between the lighted candles at each end of the track that allowed him to see as he paced back and forth in the dark. Facing the meditation track while remaining motionless, it sat there calmly like a house pet watching Ācariya Sitha intently as he paced back and forth. Reaching that place on the track opposite which the tiger was crouched, Ācariya Sitha sensed something out of place. At once he became suspicious, for normally nothing was at the side of his track. Glancing over he saw the huge Bengal tiger crouched there, staring back at him – since when he couldn't tell. Still, he felt no fear. He merely watched the tiger as it sat motionless, looking back at him like a enormous stuffed animal. After a moment he continued pacing back and forth, passing each time in front of the tiger – but thoughts of fear never crossed his mind. He noticed, though, that it remained crouched there for an unusually long time. Feeling sorry for it, he directed this train of thought at the tiger: Why not go off and find something to eat? Why just sit there watching me? No sooner had this thought arisen, than the tiger let out a deafening roar that resounded through the whole forest. The sound of its roar left Ācariya Sitha in no doubt that it intended to stay, so he quickly changed tack, thinking: I thought that only because I felt sorry for you – I was afraid you might get hungry sitting there so long. After all, you have a mouth and a stomach to fill, just like all other creatures. But if you don't feel hungry and want to sit there watching over me, that's fine, I don't mind.

The tiger showed no reaction to Ācariya Sitha's change of heart – it just crouched by the path and continued to watch him. He then resumed his meditation, taking no further interest in it. Some time later he left the meditation track and walked to a small bamboo platform situated close by to take a rest. He chanted suttas there for awhile then sat peacefully in meditation until time to go to sleep, which he did lying on the bamboo platform. During that entire time the tiger remained crouched in its original position, not far away. But when he awoke at three a.m. to resume his walking meditation, he saw no sign of the tiger anywhere – he had no idea where it had gone. As it happened, he saw it only that once; from then on until he left that place, it never appeared again.

This incident intrigued Ācariya Sitha, so when he met with Ācariya Mun he described to him how the tiger had crouched there watching him. He told Ācariya Mun the tiger had roared at the precise moment the thought arose wishing it to go away. He recounted how, although he wasn't conscious of any fear, his hair stood on end and his scalp went numb, as if he were wearing a cap. But soon he again felt quite normal, resuming his walking meditation as though nothing had happened. Actually, there probably was a subtle measure of fear buried deep inside that he was incapable of perceiving at the time. Although the tiger never returned to his campsite, he often heard the sound of its roars echoing through the nearby forest. Still, Ācariya Sitha's mind remained resolute and he continued to practice contentedly, as he always had.

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[Ācariya Sao Kantasīlo]

Ācariya Sao Kantasīlo

[Ācariya Thet Thesarangsī (1902-1994)]

Ācariya Thet Thesarangsī (1902-1994)

[Ācariya Fan Ajāro (1898-1977)]

Ācariya Fan Ajāro (1898-1977)

[Ācariya Khao Anālayo (1888-1983)]

Ācariya Khao Anālayo (1888-1983)

2. The Middle Years   

In the early years when Ācariya Mun first began wandering dhutanga, he started in the northeastern province of Nakhon Phanom. From there he traveled across the provinces of Sakon Nakhon and Udon Thani, finally reaching Burma, where he stayed for awhile before returning to Thailand by way of the northern province of Chiang Mai. Staying briefly there he then traveled into Laos, practicing the ascetic way of life in Luang Prabang and later Vientiane before eventually returning to Loei province. From this northeastern locale, he wandered by stages down to Bangkok, spending a rains retreat at Wat Pathumwan monastery. Following that retreat period, he took up residence in Sarika Cave, remaining there for several years. Only upon leaving Sarika Cave did he return to the Northeast region.

During all those years of extensive wandering, he almost always traveled alone. On only a few occasions was he accompanied by another monk, and even then they soon parted company. Ācariya Mun always practiced with a single-minded resolve, which kept him aloof from his fellow monks. He invariably felt it more convenient to wander dhutanga alone, practicing the ascetic way of life on his own. Only after his heart had been sufficiently strengthened by higher spiritual attainment did the compassion arise which made teaching his fellow monks a priority. Such compassionate considerations were the reason why he left the peace and tranquillity of Sarika Cave to journey back to the Northeast.

Previously, his early years of wandering dhutanga in the northeastern provinces had given him an opportunity to instruct some of the kammaṭṭhāna monks he met there. In those days, he had found a large number of dhutanga monks practicing in various locations throughout the Northeast. In making this return trip, Ācariya Mun was determined to teach the monks and laity who trusted his guidance, putting all his energy into the task. Returning to the same provinces he had once wandered through, he found that monks and lay people everywhere soon gained faith in him. Many of them, inspired by his teaching, ordained as monks to practice the way he did. Even some senior ācariyas, teachers in their own right, discarded their pride and renounced their obligations to practice under his tutelage, their minds eventually becoming so firmly established in meditation that they were fully confident of their ability to teach others.

Monks among the first generation of Ācariya Mun's disciples included Ācariya Suwan, the former abbot of Wat Aranyikawat monastery in the Tha Bo district of Nong Khai province; Ācariya Singh Khantayākhamo,[30] the former abbot of Wat Pa Salawan monastery in Nakhon Ratchasima; and Ācariya Mahā Pin Paññāphalo,[31] the former abbot of Wat Saddharam monastery in Nakhon Ratchasima. All three of these venerable ācariyas came originally from the province of Ubon Ratchathani – all have now passed away. They were influential disciples whose teaching careers helped to perpetuate Ācariya Mun's legacy for the benefit of future generations. Ācariya Singh and Ācariya Mahā Pin were brothers. Before taking up the way of practice, they thoroughly studied the Buddhist canonical texts. They were two of the senior ācariyas who gained faith in Ācariya Mun, discarding their pride and renouncing their obligations in order to follow the practice as he taught it. Eventually, through their teaching efforts they were able to assist many people from all walks of life.

Next in order of seniority was Ācariya Thet Thesarangsī[32] who presently resides at Wat Hin Mak Peng monastery in the Sri Chiangmai district of Nong Khai province. He is a senior disciple of Ācariya Mun whose exemplary mode of practice is so inspiring that he is highly revered by monks and laity in almost all parts of the country. His manner is always simple and down-to-earth, as one would expect with his exceptionally gentle, gracious, unassuming character. He conducts himself with perfect dignity, while people from all levels of society are captivated by his eloquent discourse.

When it comes to temperament, or personal behavior, senior ācariyas differ in their natural qualities of mind and character. There are ācariyas whose personal behavior is an excellent example for everyone to emulate: those emulating them are bound to behave in a pleasing, amicable manner that's in no way offensive to other people. The personal behavior of some other ācariyas, however, is pleasing and appropriate only when practiced by them personally. Should others adopt the same style of behavior it's bound to appear false, immediately offending anyone exposed to it. So it is inadvisable for most people to imitate the idiosyncratic behavior of these ācariyas.

Next in line is Ācariya Fan Ajāro[33] who now resides at Wat Udomsomphon near the village of Na Hua Chang in the Pannanikhom district of Sakhon Nakhon province. He is widely known and lauded throughout the country for his excellent spiritual practice and his virtuous conduct. His mind excels in noble qualities, the most prominent being his immense loving kindness for people of all classes. He is a monk truly worthy of the enthusiastic devotion he receives from people of every region of our country. He genuinely puts his heart into helping people in any way he can, whether materially or spiritually – like one whose benevolence knows no bounds.

The next senior disciple I shall mention is Ācariya Khao Anālyo[34] who presently resides at Wat Tham Klong Phen monastery in the Nong Bua Lamphu district of Udon Thani province. As he is one of the foremost meditation masters of our time, it's very likely that the reader is already familiar with his outstanding reputation. Both his mode of practice and his level of spiritual attainment are worthy of the utmost respect. He has always preferred to practice in remote, secluded locations with such single-minded resolve that his diligence in this respect is unrivaled among his peers in the circle of dhutanga monks. Even today, at the age of 82, he still refuses to allow his declining health to curtail his customary zeal. Some people have asked me, out of concern for his failing health, why he continues to put such strenuous effort into practice when in truth he has nothing further to accomplish. They can't figure out why he remains so active and energetic. I try to explain to them that someone, who has completely eliminated the contentious factors that exploit every weakness to sap energy and hinder progress, has no debilitating lethargy left to entrap his mind in a web of delusion. Meanwhile the rest of us have amassed such a debilitating mountain of laziness that it virtually obscures us from view. As soon as we get started on some worthwhile endeavor, we become apprehensive lest the fruits of our efforts overload our capacity to store them. We worry ahead of time about how exhausted we'll be when the work becomes difficult. In the end having failed to gather those wholesome fruits, we are left with an empty basket, that is, an empty joyless heart, drifting aimlessly with no hard-earned store of merit to fall back on. Instead, we fill our empty hearts with complaints about all the difficulties we face. So laziness, this blight in our hearts, keeps throwing up obstacles to block our way. Those who have cleansed this blight from their hearts remain persistent, persevering in times of hardship. They never worry about overloading their capacity to store the fruits of their efforts. Those individuals whose hearts are pure, unblemished Dhamma, cleared of all worldly defilements, stand out majestically in all situation. Somber, sullen moods never arise in their hearts, making them perfect examples for the world to follow.

Each of the above-mentioned disciples of Ācariya Mun has certain brilliant qualities buried deep within his heart, shining there like precious gems. People having the good fortune to meet such noble teachers are bound to be rewarded with amazing insights to gladden their hearts – an experience they will cherish forever.

Ācariya Mun taught several different generations of disciples, many of whom have become important teachers in their own right. Being a meditation master of great stature rich in noble virtues, he was wonderfully clever in the way he elucidated the path of practice and its fruits. It was as though he had a miniature Tipiṭaka etched into his heart, as was so accurately prophesied by the initial samādhi nimitta he saw when he first began to practice. Traveling to many regions of the country during the course of his teaching career, he instructed large numbers of monks and lay supporters, who in turn developed a deep devotion for him and a genuine fondness for the edifying Dhamma he taught. His spiritual impact was a direct result of having realized within himself the true nature of that Dhamma. His words thus represented that Truth which he had fully comprehended – not mere guesswork, or conjecture about what the truth should be or might be. Being absolutely certain about the Truth arising in his own heart, he taught this same Truth to others. When Ācariya Mun left Sarika Cave to return to the Northeast for the second time, he was fully determined to teach the way to as many monks and laity as possible – both his previous acquaintances who had already undergone some training, as well as those who were just beginning to establish themselves in the practice.

The Dhutanga Practices   

Ācariya Mun strongly believed that the observance of dhutanga practices truly exemplified the spirit of the ascetic way of life. He strictly adhered to these ascetic practices throughout his life, and always urged those monks studying under his tutelage to adopt them in their own practice.

Going on almsround every day without fail, excepting only those days when a monk is deliberately abstaining from food. Ācariya Mun taught his disciples that, when walking to the village for alms, they should always have mindfulness present and remain properly restrained in body, speech, and mind. A monk should never permit his mind to accidentally become prey to the various tempting sense objects contacting his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind while walking to and from the village on almsround. He stressed that mindfulness should bring their every movement, every thought, at every step of the route, under vigilant scrutiny. This should be treated as a sacred duty requiring reflection of the utmost seriousness each time a monk prepares to go on his morning almsround.

Eating only that food which has been accepted in the alms bowl on almsround. A monk should consider the quantity of food he receives in his bowl each day to be sufficient for his needs, as befits one who is content with little, and thus easily satisfied. For him it's counter-productive to expect extra food by accepting the generous offerings that are made later inside the monastery. Such practices easily encourage the insatiable greed of his kilesas, allowing them to gain the strength to become so domineering that they're almost impossible to counteract. A monk eats whatever food is offered into his bowl, never feeling anxious or upset should it fail to meet his expectations. Anxiety about food is a characteristic of Hungrige Geister – beings tormented by the results of their own bad kamma. Never receiving enough food to satisfy their desires, they run madly around, desperately trying to fill their mouths and stomachs, always preferring the prospect of food to the practice of Dhamma. The ascetic practice of refusing to accept any food offered after almsround is an excellent way of contravening the tendency to be greedy for food. It is also the best method to cut off all expectancy concerning food, and the anxiety that it creates.

Eating only one meal per day is just right for the meditative lifestyle of a dhutanga monk, since he needn't worry about food at all hours of the day. Otherwise, he could easily become more worried about his stomach than he is about Dhamma – a most undignified attitude for one sincerely seeking a way to transcend dukkha. Even when eating only once a day, there are times when a monk should reduce his consumption, eating much less than he normally would at that one meal. This practice helps facilitate the work of meditation, for eating too much food can make the mental faculties sluggish and unresponsive. In addition, a monk whose temperament is suited to this practice can be expected to experience results invaluable to his spiritual development. This particular dhutanga observance is a useful tool for eliminating the greedy mentality of practicing monks who tend to be infatuated with food.

In this respect, the safeguards of Dhamma operate in much the same manner as the safeguards that society has introduced to protect itself. Enemies of society are confronted and subdued wherever they pose a threat to wealth, property, life and limb, or peace of mind. Whether it be fierce animals, such as wild dogs, snakes, elephants and tigers, or pestilent diseases, or simply pugnacious individuals, societies all over the world possess appropriate corrective measures, or medicines, to effectively subdue and protect themselves against these threats. A dhutanga monk whose mind displays pugnacious tendencies in its desire for food, or any other unwholesome qualities deemed distasteful, needs to have effective measures for correcting these threatening tendencies. Thus, he will always possess the kind of admirable self-restraint which is a blessing for him and a pleasing sight for those with whom he associates. Eating only one meal per day is an excellent way to restrain unwieldy mental states.

Eating all food directly from the alms bowl without using any other utensils is a practice eminently suited to the lifestyle of a dhutanga monk who strives to be satisfied with little while wandering from place to place. Using just his alms bowl means there's no need to be loaded down with a lot of cumbersome accessories as he travels from one location to another, practicing the ascetic way of life. At the same time, it is an expedient practice for monks wishing to unburden themselves of mental clutter; for each extra item they carry and look after, is just one more concern that weighs on their minds. For this reason, dhutanga monks should pay special attention to the practice of eating exclusively from the alms bowl. In truth, it gives rise to many unique benefits. Mixing all types of food together in the bowl is a way of reminding a monk to be attentive to the food he eats, and to investigate its true nature using mindfulness and wisdom to gain a clear insight into the truth about food.

Ācariya Mun said that, for him, eating from the bowl was just as important as any other dhutanga practice. He gained numerous insights while contemplating the food he was eating each day. Throughout his life he strictly observed this ascetic practice.

Investigating the true nature of food mixed together in the bowl is an effective means of cutting off strong desire for the taste of food. This investigation is a technique used to remove greed from a monk's mind as he eats his meal. Greed for food is thus replaced by a distinct awareness of the truth concerning that food: food's only true purpose is to nourish the body, allowing it to remain alive from one day to the next. In this way, neither the pleasant flavor of good foods, nor the unpleasant flavor of disagreeable foods, will cause any mental disturbance that might prompt the mind to waver. If a monk employs skillful investigative techniques each time he begins to eat, his mind will remain steadfast, dispassionate, and contented – unmoved by excitement or disappointment over the taste of the food he is offered. Consequently, eating directly from the alms bowl is an excellent practice for getting rid of infatuation with the taste of food.

Wearing only robes made from discarded cloth is another dhutanga observance that Ācariya Mun practiced religiously. This ascetic practice is designed to forestall the temptation to give in to the heart's natural inclination to desire nice, attractive-looking robes and other requisites. It entails searching in places, like cemeteries, for discarded pieces of cloth, collecting them little by little, then stitching the pieces together to make a usable garment, such as an upper robe, a lower robe, an outer robe, a bathing cloth, or any other requisite. There were times, when the dead person's relatives were agreeable, that Ācariya Mun collected the shroud used to wrap a corpse laid out in a charnel ground. Whenever he found discarded pieces of cloth on the ground while on almsround, he would pick them up and use them for making robes – regardless of the type of cloth or where it came from. Returning to the monastery, he washed them, and then used them to patch a torn robe, or to make a bathing cloth. This he routinely did wherever he stayed. Later as more and more faithful supporters learned of his practice, they offered him robe material by intentionally discarding pieces of cloth in charnel grounds, or along the route he took for almsround, or around the area where he stayed, or even at the hut where he lived. Thus his original practice of strictly taking only pieces of old, discarded cloth was altered somewhat according to circumstances: he was obliged to accept cloth the faithful had placed as offerings in strategic locations. Be that as it may, he continued to wear robes made from discarded cloth until the day he died.

Ācariya Mun insisted that in order to live in comfort a monk must comport himself like a worthless old rag. If he can rid himself of the conceit that his virtuous calling makes him somebody special, then he will feel at ease in all of his daily activities and personal associations, for genuine virtue does not arise from such assumptions. Genuine virtue arises from the self-effacing humility and forthright integrity of one who is always morally and spiritually conscientious. Such is the nature of genuine virtue: without hidden harmful pride, that person is at peace with himself and at peace with the rest of the world wherever he goes. The ascetic practice of wearing only robes made from discarded cloth serves as an exceptionally good antidote to thoughts of pride and self-importance.

A practicing monk should understand the relationship between himself and the virtuous qualities he aspires to attain. He must never permit pride to grab possession of the moral and spiritual virtues he cultivates within his heart. Otherwise, dangerous fangs and daggers will spring up in the midst of those virtuous qualities – even though intrinsically they're a source of peace and tranquillity. He should train himself to adopt the self-effacing attitude of being a worthless old rag until it becomes habitual, while never allowing conceit about his worthiness to come to the surface. A monk must cultivate this noble quality and ingrain it deeply in his personality, making it an intrinsic character trait as steadfast as the earth. He will thus remain unaffected by words of praise, or of criticism. Moreover, a mind totally devoid of conceit is a mind imperturbable in all circumstances. Ācariya Mun believed that the practice of wearing robes made from discarded cloth was one sure way to help attenuate feelings of self-importance buried deep within the heart.

Living in the forest. Realizing the value of this dhutanga observance from the very beginning, Ācariya Mun found forest dwelling conducive to the eerie, secluded feeling associated with genuine solitude. Living and meditating in the natural surroundings of a forest environment awakens the senses and encourages mindfulness for remaining vigilant in all of one's daily activities: mindfulness accompanying every waking moment, every waking thought. The heart feels buoyant and carefree, unconstrained by worldly responsibilities. The mind is constantly on the alert, earnestly focusing on its primary objective – the transcendence of dukkha. Such a sense of urgency becomes especially poignant when living far from the nearest settlement, at locations deep in remote forest areas teeming with all kinds of wild animals. In a constant state of readiness, the mind feels as though it's about to soar up and out of the deep abyss of the kilesas at any moment – like a bird taking flight. In truth, the kilesas remain ensconced there in the heart as always. It is the evocative forest atmosphere that tends to inspire this sense of liberation. Sometimes, due to the power of this favorable environment, a monk becomes convinced that his kilesas are diminishing rapidly with each passing day, while those remaining appear to be ever more scarce. This unfettered feeling is a constant source of support for the practice of meditation.

A monk living deep in the forest tends to consider the wild animals living around him – both those inherently dangerous and those that are harmless – with compassion, rather than with fear or apathy. He realizes that all animals, dangerous and harmless, are his equals in birth, ageing, sickness, and death. We human beings are superior to animals merely by virtue of our moral awareness: our ability to understand difference between good and evil. Lacking this basic moral judgment, we are no better than common animals. Unknown to them we label these creatures 'animals', even though the human species is itself a type of animal. The human animal is fond of labeling other species, but we have no idea what kind of label other animals have given to us. Who knows? Perhaps they have secretly labeled human beings 'ogres',[35] since we're so fond of mistreating them, slaughtering them for their meat – or just for sport. It's a terrible shame the way we humans habitually exploit these creatures; our treatment of them can be quite merciless. Even among our own kind, we humans can't avoid hating and harassing each other, constantly molesting or killing one another. The human world is troubled because people tend to molest and kill each other, while the animal world is troubled because humans tend to do the same to them. Consequently, animals are instinctively wary of human beings.

Ācariya Mun claimed that life in the forest provides unlimited opportunities for thought and reflection about one's own heart, and its relation to many natural phenomena in the external environment. Anyone earnestly desiring to go beyond dukkha can find plenty of inspiration in the forest, plenty of incentive to intensify his efforts – constantly.

At times, groups of wild boars wandered into the area where Ācariya Mun was walking in meditation. Instead of running away in panic when they saw him, they continued casually foraging for food in their usual way. He said they seemed to be able to differentiate between him and all the merciless 'ogres' of this world, which is why they kept rooting around for food so casually, instead of running for their lives.

Here I would like to digress from the main story a little to elaborate on this subject. You might be tempted to think that wild boars were unafraid of Ācariya Mun because he was a lone individual living deep in the forest. But, when my own monastery, Wat Pa Baan Taad, was first established[36] and many monks were living together there, herds of wild boars took refuge inside the monastery, wandering freely through the area where the monks had their living quarters. At night they moved around unafraid, only a few yards from the monks' meditation tracks – so close that they could be heard snorting and thumping as they rooted in the ground. Even the sound of the monks calling to one another to come and see this sight for themselves failed to alarm the wild boars. Continuing to wander freely through the monastery grounds every night, boars and monks soon became thoroughly accustomed to each other. Nowadays, wild boars only infrequently wander into the monastery because ogres, as animals refer to us humans – according to Ācariya Mun – have since killed and eaten almost all the wild animals in the area. In another few years, they probably will have all disappeared.

Living in the forest, Ācariya Mun met the same situation: almost every species of animal likes to seek refuge in the areas where monks live. Wherever monks take up residence, there are always a lot of animals present. Even within the monastery compounds of large metropolitan areas, animals – especially dogs – constantly find shelter. Some city monasteries are home to hundreds of dogs, for monks never harm them in any way. This small example is enough to demonstrate the cool, peaceful nature of Dhamma, a spirit of harmlessness that's offensive to no living creature in this world – except, perhaps, the most hardhearted individuals.

Ācariya Mun's experience of living in the forest convinced him just how supportive that environment is to meditation practice. The forest environment is ideal for those wishing to transcend dukkha. It is without a doubt the most appropriate battlefield to choose in one's struggle to attain all levels of Dhamma, as evidenced by the preceptor's first instructions to a newly ordained monk: Go look for a suitable forest location in which to do your practice. Ācariya Mun maintained this ascetic observance to the end of his life, except on infrequent occasions when circumstances mitigated against it. A monk living in the forest is constantly reminded of how isolated and vulnerable he is. He can't afford to be unmindful. As a result of such vigilance, the spiritual benefits of this practice soon become obvious.

Dwelling at the foot of a tree is a dhutanga observance that closely resembles living in the forest. Ācariya Mun said that he was dwelling under the shade of a solitary tree the day his citta completely transcended the world – an event that will be fully dealt with later on. A lifestyle that depends on the shade of a tree for a roof and the only protection against the elements is a lifestyle conducive to constant introspection. A mind possessing such constant inner focus is always prepared to tackle the kilesas, for its attention is firmly centered on the Four Foundations of Mindfulness[37]rūpa, vedanā,citta, and dhamma – and The Four Noble Truths[38]dukkha, samudaya, nirodha, and magga. Together, these factors constitute the mind's most effective defense, protecting it during its all-out assault on the kilesas. In the eerie solitude of living in the forest, the constant fear of danger can motivate the mind to focus undivided attention on the Foundations of Mindfulness, or the Noble Truths. In doing so, it acquires a solid basis for achieving victory in its battle with the kilesas – such is the true path leading to the Noble Dhamma. A monk who wishes to thoroughly understand himself, using a safe and correct method, should find an appropriate meditation subject and a suitable location that are conducive for him to exert a maximum effort. These combined elements will help to expedite his meditation progress immeasurably. Used as an excellent means for destroying kilesas since the Buddha's time, the dhutanga observance of dwelling at the foot of a tree is another practice meriting special attention.

Staying in a cemetery is an ascetic practice which reminds monks and lay people alike not to be neglectful while they are still alive, believing that they themselves will never die. The truth of the matter is: we are all in the process of dying, little by little, every moment of every day. The people who died and were relocated to the cemetery – where their numbers are so great there's scarcely any room left to cremate or bury them – are the very same people who were dying little by little before; just as we are now. Who in this world seriously believes himself to be so unique that he can claim immunity from death?

We are taught to visit cemeteries so that we won't forget the countless relatives with whom we share birth, ageing, sickness, and death; so as to constantly remind ourselves that we too live daily in the shadow of birth, ageing, sickness, and death. Certainly no one who still wanders aimlessly through the endless round of birth and death would be so uncommonly bold as to presume that he will never be born, grow old, become sick, or die. Since they are predisposed toward the attainment of freedom from this cycle by their very vocation, monks should study the root causes of the continuum of suffering within themselves. They should educate themselves by visiting a cemetery where cremations are performed, and by reflecting inwardly on the crowded cemetery within themselves where untold numbers of corpses are brought for burial all the time: such a profusion of old and new corpses are buried within their bodies that it's impossible to count them all.[39] By contemplating the truly grievous nature of life in this world, they use mindfulness and wisdom to diligently probe, explore, and analyze the basic principles underlying the truth of life and death.

Everyone who regularly visits a cemetery – be it an outdoor cemetery or the inner cemetery within their bodies – and uses death as the object of contemplation, can greatly reduce their smug sense of pride in being young, in being alive, in being successful. Unlike most people, those who regularly contemplate death don't delight in feeling self-important. Rather, they tend to see their own faults, and gradually try to correct them, instead of merely looking for and criticizing other people's faults – a bad habit that brings unpleasant consequences. This habit resembles a chronic disease that appears to be virtually incurable, or perhaps it could be remedied if people weren't more interested in aggravating the infection than they are in curing it.

Cemeteries offer those interested in investigating these matters an opportunity to develop a comprehensive knowledge and understanding of the nature of death. Cemeteries are the great gathering places of the world. All people without exception must eventually meet there. Death is no small hurdle to be easily stepped over before a thorough investigation of the issue. Before they finally crossed over, the Lord Buddha and his Arahant disciples had to study in the 'great academy' of birth, ageing, sickness, and death until they had mastered the entire curricula. Only then were they able to cross over with ease. They had escaped the snares of Māra,[40] unlike those who, forgetting themselves, disregard death and take no interest in contemplating its inevitability; even as it stares them in the face.

Visiting cemeteries to contemplate death is an effective method for completely overcoming the fear of dying; so that, when death seems imminent, courage alone arises despite the fact that death is the most terrifying thing in the world. It would seem an almost impossible feat, but it has been accomplished by those who practice meditation – the Lord Buddha and his Arahant disciples being the supreme examples. Having accomplished this feat themselves, they taught others to thoroughly investigate every aspect of birth, ageing, sickness, and death so that people wanting to take responsibility for their own well-being can use this practice to correct their misconceptions before it becomes too late. If they reach that 'great academy' only when their last breath is taken, it will then be too late for remedial action: the only remaining options will be cremation and burial. Observing moral precepts, making merit, and practicing meditation will no longer be possible.

Ācariya Mun well understood the value of a visit to the cemetery, for a cemetery has always been the kind of place that encourages introspection. He always showed a keen interest in visiting cemeteries – both the external variety and the internal one. One of his disciples, being terrified of ghosts, made a valiant effort to follow his example in this. We don't normally expect monks to be afraid of ghosts, which is equivalent to Dhamma being afraid of the world – but this monk was one such case.

A Monk's Fear of Ghosts   

Ācariya Mun related the story of a dhutanga monk who inadvertently went to stay in a forest located next to a charnel ground.[41] He arrived on foot at a certain village late one afternoon and, being unfamiliar with the area, asked the villagers where he could find a wooded area suitable for meditation. They pointed to a tract of forest, claiming it was suitable, but neglected to tell him that it was situated right on the edge of a charnel ground. They then guided him to the forest, where he passed the first night peacefully. On the following day he saw the villagers pass by carrying a corpse, which they soon cremated only a short distance from where he was staying. As he looked on, he could clearly see the burning corpse. He started to grow apprehensive the moment he saw the coffin being carried past, but he assumed that they were on their way to cremate the body somewhere else. Still, the mere sight of the coffin caused him considerable consternation, as he thought ahead to the coming night. He was worried that the image of the coffin would haunt him after dark, making it impossible for him to sleep. As it turned out he had camped on the edge of a charnel ground, so he was obliged to watch as the corpse was burned right in front of him. This sight upset him even more, causing him severe discomfort as he contemplated the prospect of having to spend the night there. Feeling very uneasy from the first sight of the corpse passing by, the feeling gradually intensified until he was so terrified that, by nightfall, he could hardly breathe.

It's pitiful to think that a monk can be so terrified of ghosts. I am recording this incident here so that those of my readers having a similar fear of ghosts may reflect on the tenacity with which this monk strove to confront his fear head on, and so take a valuable lesson from the past.

Once all the villagers had gone home, leaving him alone, his torment began in earnest. He could not keep his mind focused on meditation because whenever he closed his eyes to meditate, he saw a long line of ghosts moving toward him. Before long ghosts hovered around him in groups, an image which frightened him so much that all presence of mind deserted him, throwing him into a panic. His fear began in mid-afternoon, at the first sight of the corpse. By the time darkness fell all around, his fear had become so intense he was just barely able to cope.

Since ordaining as a monk, he had never experienced anything like this long struggle with visions of ghosts. At least he was mindful enough to begin reflecting: The fear, the ghosts – all of it may simply be a delusion. It is more likely that these haunting images of ghosts are creations of my own mind.

As a dhutanga monk he was expected to be steadfast and fearless when facing death, ghosts, or any other danger. So he reminded himself: People everywhere praise the fearless courage of dhutanga monks, yet here I am shamelessly afraid of ghosts. I'm acting like a total failure, as though I've ordained just to live in fear of ghosts and goblins without any rhyme or reason. I'm a disgrace to my fellow monks in the dhutanga tradition. I am unworthy of the admiration of people who believe we are noble warriors fearing nothing. How could I let this happen?

Having reminded himself of the noble virtues expected of a dhutanga monk, and roundly criticizing himself for failing to live up to these high standards, he resolved that he would force himself to face the fear directly from then on. The corpse that smoldered before him on the funeral pyre being the cause of his fear, he decided to go there immediately. Putting on his robe, he started walking straight for the funeral pyre, which he saw clearly glowing in the darkness. But after a few steps his legs tensed up, and he could hardly move. His heart pounded and his body began to perspire profusely, as though exposed to the midday sun. Seeing that this was not going to work, he quickly adjusted his tack. Starting with small, deliberate steps, he placed one foot just in front of the other, not allowing his forward motion to stop. By that time, he was relying on sheer strength of will to push his body forward. Frightened to death and shaking uncontrollably, he nevertheless kept his resolve to walk on – as though his life depended on it.

Struggling the entire way, he eventually reached the burning corpse. But instead of feeling relieved that he had achieved his objective, he felt so faint he could barely stand. About to go crazy with fear, he forced himself to look at the partially burned corpse. Then, seeing the skull burned white from long exposure to the fire, he got such a fright that he nearly fainted straightaway. Bravely suppressing his fear, he sat down to meditate just a short distance from the burning pyre. He focused on the corpse, using it as the object of his meditation, while forcing his terrified heart to mentally recite continuously: I'm going to die – just like this corpse, there's no need to be afraid. I'm going to die someday too – there's no point in being afraid.

Sitting there grappling with his fear of ghosts and forcing his heart to repeat this meditation on death, he heard a strange sound just behind him – the sound of approaching footsteps! The footsteps stopped, then started again, slow and cautious as if someone were sneaking up to pounce on him from behind – or so he imagined at the time. His fear now reaching its peak, he was poised to jump up and run away, crying "Ghosts! Help!" But he managed to control this impulse and waited, listening nervously as the footsteps slowly drew nearer then stopped a few yards away. Poised to run, he heard a strange sound – like someone chewing, loud and crunchy. This sent his imagination racing: What's it chewing on around here? Next, it'll be chewing on my head! This cruel, heartless ghost is sure to mean the end of me.

Unable to stand the suspense any longer, he decided to open his eyes. Should the situation look drastic, he was prepared to run for his life – a far better option than just letting some terrible ghost devour him. Escaping death now, he reasoned, will give me the chance to resume my practice later with renewed diligence, whereas I gain nothing by sacrificing my life to this ghost. With that he opened his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the chewing, crunching sounds, all set to make a dash for his life. Peering through the darkness to catch a glimpse of the terrible ghost he had imagined, he saw instead a village dog, casually eating the scraps of food left by the villagers as offerings to the spirits as part of the local custom. It had come scrounging for something to fill its stomach, as hungry animals are wont to do; and it wasn't the least bit interested in him sitting there.

Suddenly realizing that it was only a dog, the monk laughed at his own folly. Turning his attention to the dog, which showed no interest in him whatsoever, he thought: So! You're the almighty specter that nearly drove me crazy. You've taught me the lesson of my life! At the same time, he was deeply dismayed by his own cowardice:

"Despite my determination to confront my fears like a warrior, I was thrown into a panic as soon as I heard the sound of this dog scrounging for food – a mad dhutanga monk fleeing frantically for his life! It's a good thing I had enough mindfulness to wait that fraction of a second longer to discover the real cause of my fear. Otherwise, it would probably have driven me mad. Gosh! Am I really so grossly stupid as that? If so, do I deserve to continue wearing the yellow robes, the emblem of courage; for it denotes a disciple of the Lord Buddha, whose superior courage transcends all comparison? Being this useless, should I still walk for alms, and thus desecrate the food that the faithful offer with such respect? What can I do now to redeem myself after such a despicable display of cowardice? Surely no other disciple of the Buddha is as pathetic as I am. Just one inept disciple like myself is enough to weigh heavily on the sāsana – should there be any more, the burden would be enormous. How am I going to tackle this fear of ghosts that's just made me look so foolish? Hurry up! Take a stand, right this minute! It is better to die now than to postpone this decision any longer. Never again can I allow this fear of ghosts to trample on my heart. This world has no place for a monk who disgraces himself and the religion he represents."

With this self-admonition fresh in his mind, the monk made a solemn vow:

"I will not leave this place until I've overcome my fear of ghosts. If I have to die trying, then so be it! If I can't defeat this fear, then I don't deserve to continue living in such disgrace. Others might follow my bad example, becoming useless people themselves, thus further increasing the burden on the sāsana."

So he vowed to himself that, from that moment on, he would remain in that cemetery day and night as a way of dealing sternly with his fear. He focused on the corpse before him, comparing it with his own body, seeing that they were both composed of the same basic elements. As long as consciousness is there in the heart to hold everything together, then that person, or that animal, continues to live. But as soon as consciousness departs, the whole combination of elements begins to disintegrate, and is then referred to as a corpse.

It was clear that his notion about the dog being a ghost was shamefully absurd; so he resolved that he would never again lend any credence to thoughts of being haunted by ghosts. As this incident clearly showed, his mind simply haunted itself with ghostly apparitions, and his fear was the outcome of this self-deception. The misery he suffered arose from such faith in this delusion that a mere dog, harmlessly scrounging for food, almost became a matter of life and death.

Recalling how deluded he had been for so long, trusting the self-deceptions that his mind constantly churned out, he thought:

"Although they've always been at work, this is the first time they have brought me so close to catastrophe. Dhamma teaches us that saññā is the master of deception,[42] but until now I've never clearly understood what that means. Only now, inhaling the stench of my own living death, do I understand its significance: My fear of ghosts is nothing more than saññā's deceptive trickery. From now on, saññā will never again trick me as it has in the past. I must stay put here in this cemetery until the 'master of deception' is dead and buried, so that the specter of ghosts will not continue to haunt me in the future. Only then will I agree to leave here. Now it's my turn to torture to death this cunning, deceitful conjurer, then cremate its stinking corpse like that fleshly corpse I've just seen cremated here.

Dealing a decisive blow to saññā's insidious trickery – this is the only pressing matter in my life right now."

The monk took up this challenge with such earnest resolve that whenever saññā caused him to suspect a ghost was lurking somewhere around him, he immediately went to that spot, exposing the deception. Forgoing sleep, he kept up this vigil throughout the night, until finally saññā no longer had the strength to assert its assumptions. In the early hours of the evening, he had been engaged in a struggle with external ghosts, in the guise of the village dog which had nearly been his undoing. Later, when he understood the situation and became conscious of his error, he turned his attention inward, battling his inner ghosts into submission. Beginning the moment he became aware of his folly, his fear of ghosts subsided and ceased to trouble him for the rest of the night. On subsequent nights, he remained alert, ready to confront any hint of fear using the same uncompromising stance. Eventually he transformed himself into a monk of incredible courage – in all circumstances. This whole experience had a profound and lasting impact on his spiritual development. His fear of ghosts gave rise to an outstanding lesson in Dhamma, thus converting him into a truly authentic monk.

I include this story in the biography of Ācariya Mun in the hope that the reader will gain some valuable insights from it, just as I trust the story of Ācariya Mun's life will prove to be of great benefit to people everywhere. As can be seen from the above story, visiting cemeteries has always been an essential dhutanga practice.

WEARING ONLY THE THREE PRINCIPAL ROBES is another dhutanga observance that Ācariya Mun followed religiously from the day he first ordained until old age and declining health eventually forced him to relax his strict adherence somewhat. In those days, dhutanga monks rarely settled in one location for very long, except during the three months of the rainy season retreat. They wandered through forests and mountains, traveling by foot the whole way since there were no automobiles back then. Each monk had to carry his own belongings – he could expect no help from others. For this reason, each monk took with him only as much as he could conveniently manage. Since it was awkward to be loaded down with too many things, only absolute essentials were taken. As time went on, this frugal attitude became an integral part of a monk's character. Should someone give him something extra, he would simply give it away to another monk to avoid accumulating unnecessary possessions.

The true beauty of a dhutanga monk lies with the quality of his practice and the simplicity of his life. When he dies, he leaves behind only his eight basic requisites[43] – the only true necessities of his magnificent way of life. While he's alive, he lives majestically in poverty – the poverty of a monk. Upon death, he is well-gone with no attachments whatsoever. Human beings and devas alike sing praises to the monk who dies in honorable poverty, free of all worldly attachments. So the ascetic practice of wearing only the three principal robes will always be a badge of honor complementing dhutanga monks.

Ācariya Mun was conscientious in the way he practiced all the dhutanga observances mentioned above. He became so skillful and proficient with them that it would be hard to find anyone of his equal today. He also made a point of teaching the monks under his tutelage to train themselves using these same ascetic methods. He directed them to live in remote wilderness areas, places that were lonely and frightening: for example, at the foot of a tree, high in the mountains, in caves, under overhanging rocks, and in cemeteries. He took the lead in teaching them to consider their daily almsround a solemn duty, advising them to eschew food offered later. Once lay devotees in the village became familiar with his strict observance of this practice, they would put all their food offerings into the monks' bowls, making it unnecessary to offer additional food at the monastery. He advised his disciples to eat all food mixed together in their bowls, and to avoid eating from other containers. And he showed them the way by eating only one meal each day until the very last day of his life.

WANDERING BY STAGES across the Northeast, Ācariya Mun gradually attracted increasing numbers of disciples at every new location along the way. When he stopped to settle in one place for some time, scores of monks gravitated to that area to live with him. Having set up a temporary monastic community in the forest, sixty to seventy monks would gather there, while many more stayed close by in the surrounding area. Ācariya Mun always tried to keep his disciples spread apart, living in separate locations that were not too close to one another, yet close enough to his residence so that they could easily seek his advice when they encountered problems in their meditation. This arrangement was convenient for all, for when too many monks are living in close proximity, it can become a hindrance to meditation.

On the uposatha observance days, when the Pāṭimokkha[44] was recited, dhutanga monks came from various locations in his vicinity to assemble at his residence. After the recitation of the Pāṭimokkha, Ācariya Mun addressed the whole assembly with a discourse on Dhamma, and then answered the monks' questions, one by one, until their doubts cleared up and everyone was satisfied. Each monk then returned to his own separate location, buoyed by the exposition of Dhamma he had just heard, and resumed his meditation practice with renewed enthusiasm.

Although he sometimes had large groups of monks staying to train with him, he found them easy to supervise because they were all prepared to put what he taught into practice for their own spiritual benefit. Monastic life under his tutelage was so orderly and quiet that the monastery often appeared deserted. Excepting mealtimes and times when the monks assembled for meetings, a visitor coming at any other hour wouldn't have seen the monks. The place would have looked deserted with each monk having slipped into the dense forest to diligently pursue walking or sitting meditation in his own secluded spot, day and night.

Ācariya Mun often assembled the monks in the evenings at about dusk to give a discourse on Dhamma. As the monks sat together quietly listening, Ācariya Mun's voice was the only sound they heard. The rhythm of his voice articulating the essence of Dhamma was at once lyrical and captivating. Carried along by the flow of his teaching, his audience completely forgot themselves, their weariness, and the time that passed. Listening, they were aware only of the flow of Dhamma having an impact on their hearts, creating such a pleasant feeling that they could never get enough of it. Each of these meetings lasted many hours.

Within the circle of dhutanga monks, listening to a Dhamma discourse in this way is considered another form of meditation practice. Dhutanga monks have an especially high regard for their teacher and his verbal instructions. He constantly guides and admonishes them to such good effect that they tend to view his teachings as the lifeblood of their meditation practice. Showing the utmost respect and affection for their teacher, they are even willing to sacrifice their lives for him. The Venerable Ananda is an excellent case in point: He had such unwavering affection for the Buddha that he was willing to sacrifice his life by throwing himself into the path of the wild, charging elephant that Devadatta had let loose in an attempt to kill the Buddha.

In Ācariya Mun's case, dhutanga monks listened to his instructions with great reverence, enthusiastically taking them to heart. This was especially evident when he advised one of his monks to go live in a certain cave in order to give his practice new impetus. Monks, singled out in this manner, never objected, but faithfully followed his recommendations with genuine conviction, refusing to allow fear or concern for their safety to become an issue. Instead they were pleased, feeling that their practice was bound to be strengthened by living in the locations he recommended. This in turn infused them with determination to strive relentlessly both day and night. They were convinced that, if Ācariya Mun suggested a certain location to them, then their efforts there were sure to be rewarded with good results – as though they had received an assurance of success from him in advance. This could be likened to the assurance that the Lord Buddha gave to the Venerable Ananda, just prior to his Parinibbāna, when he told him that in three months time his heart would be free from all kilesas. He was predicting that the Venerable Ananda was certain to attain enlightenment, becoming an Arahant on the opening day of the First Sangha Council.[45] It's obvious that devout obedience to the teacher is vitally important. It engenders an unwavering interest in practice, guards against carelessness and apathy, and so helps to anchor the basic principles of Dhamma in the disciple's heart. It facilitates the establishment of a common understanding between teacher and disciple so that instructions need not be repeated over and over until it becomes annoying and tiresome for both parties.

ĀCARIYA MUN’S SECOND TRIP to the Northeast was a cause for much interest and excitement among monks and lay supporters throughout the region. During that period, he traveled extensively teaching in almost all the northeastern provinces. He passed initially through Nakhon Ratchasima; then through Si Saket, Ubon Ratchathani, Nakhon Phanom, Sakon Nakhon, Udon Thani, Nong Khai, Loei, Lom Sak, and Phetchabun, and occasionally crossed the Mekong River into Laos to visit Vientiane and Tha Khek. He crisscrossed these areas many times in those days, but he preferred to remain longer in provinces that were mountainous and thickly forested because they were especially suitable for meditation. For instance, south and southwest of the town of Sakon Nakhon there were many forest-covered mountain ranges where he spent the rains retreat near the village of Phon Sawang in the district of Sawang Dan Din. The mountainous terrain in this area is so conducive to the ascetic way of life that it is still frequented by dhutanga monks today.

Monks wandering in such areas during the dry season usually slept out in the forest on small bamboo platforms. They were made by splitting sections of bamboo lengthwise, spreading them out flat, then securing them to a bamboo frame with legs, making a raised sleeping surface of about six feet long, three or four feet wide, and about one and a half feet above the ground. One platform was constructed for each monk and was spaced as far apart from another as the living area of the forest would allow. A large tract of forest allowed spacing of at least 120 feet with the thick foliage in between each platform acting as a natural screen. If the area was relatively small, or a large group of monks lived together in an area, then the spacing might be reduced to 90 feet intervals, though the minimum distance was usually 120 feet. The fewer the number of monks living in a particular area, the farther apart they were individually – being close enough to one another only to hear the distant sound of a cough or a sneeze. Local villagers helped each monk to clear a walking meditation track approximately 60 feet in length, which was located beside his sleeping platform. These tracks were used day and night for practicing meditation in a walking mode. When monks fearful of ghost or tigers came to train under Ācariya Mun, he usually made them stay alone, far from the rest of the monks – a severe training method designed to draw attention to the fear so that the monk could learn to come to grips with it. He was required to remain there until he became accustomed to the wilderness environment, and inured to the tigers and ghosts that his mind conjured up to deceive him. The expectation was that, in the end, he would achieve the same good results as others who had trained themselves in this way. Then he wouldn't have to carry such a burden of fear indefinitely. Ācariya Mun believed this method accomplished better results than simply leaving a monk to his own devices, and to the very real prospect that he might never find the courage to face his fears.

Upon arriving in a new location, a dhutanga monk had to first sleep on the ground, collecting various kinds of leaves, or in some places straw, to make a crude mattress. Ācariya Mun said that the months of December and January were especially difficult due to the prevailing seasonal weather patterns, as the approaching cold weather met and mixed with the outgoing rainy weather. When it did rain during the winter months, a monk inevitably got drenched. Sometimes it rained continuously all night, and the umbrella-tent he used as shelter was no match for the driving rain and high winds. Still, he had no choice but to sit shivering under this makeshift shelter, enduring the dank cold and unable to move for it was impossible to see in the dark. A downpour during the daylight hours was not quite so bad. A monk still got wet, but at least he could see his surroundings and search for things in the forest to help shelter him from the elements without feeling totally blind. Essential items like his outer robe and his matches had to be kept in his alms bowl with the lid tightly secured. Folding his upper robe in half, he draped it around himself to keep out the cold and damp. The cloth mosquito net that hung from the suspended umbrella down to the ground formed a tent-like shelter that was indispensable for blocking out the windswept rain. Otherwise, everything got soaked and he had to endure the discomfort of having no dry robe to wear in the morning for almsround.

The months of February, March, and April saw the weather change again, as it began to heat up. Normally dhutanga monks then moved up into the mountains, seeking out caves or overhanging cliffs to shelter them from the sun and the rain. Had they gone to these mountainous locations in December and January, the ground would still have been saturated from the rainy season, exposing them to the risk of malarial infection. Malarial fever was never easy to cure. Many months could pass before the symptoms finally went away. It could easily develop into a chronic condition, the fever recurring at regular intervals. This kind of chronic malaria was locally referred to as 'the fever the in-laws despise', for its victims can eat well enough but they can't do any work because the fever is so debilitating. In such cases, not only the in-laws but also everyone else became fed up. No effective remedies for malaria existed then; so those who caught it had to just let it run its course. I myself quite often suffered from such chastening fevers, and I too had let them run their course as we had no medicines to treat malaria in those days. Ācariya Mun used to say that most of the dhutanga monks he knew during that period had been infected with malaria, including himself and many of his disciples. Some even died of it. Listening to those accounts, one couldn't help feeling a profound sympathy for him and his monks: he nearly died before gaining the necessary understanding to teach the way of Dhamma to his disciples, so they too could practice following his example.

Local Customs and Beliefs   

Earlier, before Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sao began wandering through the region to enlighten people about the nature of moral virtue and to explain the consequences of their actions and beliefs, the worship of spirits and ghosts had become endemic in the Northeast and a common aspect of everyday village life. Whether it was planting the rice, putting in a garden, building a house, or making a shed, an auspicious day, month, and year had to be determined for the start of every endeavor. Before any type of work could begin, propitiatory offerings were routinely made to placate the local spirits. Should those ritual offerings be neglected, then the least untoward thing – a common cold or a sneeze – was attributed to incurring the disfavor of the spirits. A local spirit doctor was then called in to divine the cause and pacify the offended spirit. Doctors in those days were much smarter than they are today: they unhesitatingly declared that this spirit, or that ghost, had been wronged, claiming that a certain offering or sacrifice would cure everything. Even if the supplicant was hacking and sneezing long after offering the prescribed oblation, it made no difference. Back then, if the doctor declared you cured, you were, and you felt relieved despite the symptoms. This is the reason I can so boldly assert that both the doctors and the patients of that era were very smart: whatever the doctor declared was final, and the patient accepted it without reservation. It was unnecessary to search for medical cures, since the spirit doctor and his ghosts could cure everything.

Later when Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sao passed through these areas, reasoning with local inhabitants, and explaining the principles of truth, their preoccupation with the power of spirits and the agency of spirit doctors gradually waned. Today it has virtually disappeared. Even many of the spirit doctors themselves began taking refuge in the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha in place of the various spirits and ghosts they had been worshipping. Nowadays, hardly anyone engages in such occult practices. Traveling from village to village in the Northeast today, we no longer have to tread our way through offerings laid out for the spirits as we did in the past. Except for the odd group here or there, spirit worship is no longer an issue in people's lives. It's truly a blessing for this region that people no longer have to live their whole lives clinging to these beliefs. The people of the Northeast have long since transferred their faith and allegiance to the Buddha, Dhamma and Sangha, thanks largely to the compassionate efforts of Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sao to whom we all owe an immense debt of gratitude.

DURING HIS TIME IN THE REGION, Ācariya Mun taught the local people, applying all his strength and ability to render them as decent human beings. He passed through some villages where the local 'wise men' asked him questions. They asked questions such as: Do ghosts really exist? Where do human beings come from? What is it that causes sexual attraction between men and women, since they've never been taught this? Why are male and female animals of the same species attracted to one another? From where did humans and animals learn this mutual attraction? Though I can't recall all the questions he was asked, these I do remember. I accept blame for any inaccuracies in what is recorded here as my memory has always been somewhat faulty. Even recalling my own words and other personal matters, I cannot avoid making mistakes; so my recollection of Ācariya Mun's stories is bound to be incomplete.

To the question "Do ghosts really exist?" Ācariya Mun's reply was:

cIf something truly exists in the world, whether a spirit or anything else, it simply exists as it is. Its existence does not depend on the belief or disbelief of anyone. People may say that something exists or doesn't exist, but whether that thing actually exists or not is dependent entirely on its own nature. Its state does not alter according to what people imagine it to be. The same principle applies to ghosts, which people everywhere are skeptical about. In reality, those ghosts that frighten and torment people are actually creations of their own minds. They've come to believe that, here and there, dwell ghosts that will harm them. This in turn causes fear and discomfort to arise in them. Ordinarily, if a person doesn't mentally conjure up the idea of ghosts, he doesn't suffer from a fear of them. In a majority of cases, ghosts are just mental images created by those who tend to be afraid of them. As to whether there really are such things as ghosts in the world – even if I were to say that they do exist, there is still not enough proof to make skeptics into believers, since people have a natural tendency to deny the truth. Even when a thief is caught red-handed with stolen articles, he will often refuse to admit the truth. More than that, he'll fabricate an alibi to get himself off the hook and deny any wrongdoing. He may be forced to accept punishment due to the weight of the evidence against him; but, he will still continue to protest his innocence. When he is imprisoned and someone asks him what he did wrong to deserve that punishment, he will quickly answer that he was accused of stealing, but insist that he never did it. It is rare for such a person to own up to the truth. Generally speaking, people everywhere have much the same attitude."

To the question hWhere do human beings come from?" Ācariya Mun's reply was:

"All human beings have a mother and father who gave birth to them. Even you yourself were not born miraculously from a hollow tree. We all obviously have parents who gave birth to us and raised us, so this question is hardly an appropriate one. Were I to say that human beings are born of ignorance and craving, this would cause more confusion and misunderstanding than if I gave no answer at all. People have no knowledge whatsoever of what ignorance and craving are, although they are present there in everyone – except, of course, in the Arahants. The trouble is people are not interested enough to make the necessary effort for understanding these things, so that leaves the obvious answer: we are born of our parents. This then opens me up to the criticism that I've answered too briefly. But it is hard to give a reply which goes to the truth of the matter, when the one asking the question is not really much interested in the truth to begin with. The Lord Buddha taught that both people and animals are born of avijjā paccaya sankhāra... samudayo hoti.[46]

The ceasing of birth, which is the cessation of all dukkha, stems from avijjāya tveva asesavirāga nirodhā sankhārā nirodho ... nirodho hoti.[47] This condition is inherent within the heart of each and every person who has kilesas. Once the truth has been accepted, it becomes clear that it's just this which leads to birth as a human being or an animal until the world becomes so crowded one can hardly find a place to live. The primary cause is just this ignorance and insatiable craving. Though we haven't even died yet, we are already searching for a place to be born into where we can carry on living – an attitude of mind that leads human beings and animals all over the world to birth and constant suffering. Anyone wishing to know the truth should take a look at the citta that's full of the kind of kilesas which are frantically looking to affirm birth and life at all times. That person will undoubtedly find what he's looking for without having to ask anyone else. Such questions merely display a level of ignorance that indicates the inquirer is still spiritually inadequate. The citta tends to be the most unruly, conceited thing in the world. If no interest is taken in reigning it in, we will never become aware of how really stubborn it is, and all our noble hopes and aspirations will come to nothing."

What is it that causes the sexual attraction between men and women and animals of the same species, since they've never been taught this? Ācariya Mun replied:

"Rāgataṇhā[48] is not to be found in any book, nor is it learned in school from a teacher. Rather, rāgataṇhā is a stubbornly shameless condition that arises and exists in the hearts of men and women, causing those who have this vulgar condition to come under its spell and become vulgar themselves without ever realizing what's happening. Rāgataṇhā makes no distinction between man, woman, or animal, nationality, social status or age group. If it is strong it can easily cause disaster in the world. If there is insufficient presence of mind to restrain it and keep it within acceptable limits, sexual craving will become like runaway floodwater, overflowing the banks of the heart and spreading out to flood towns and cities, leaving ruin everywhere in its wake. Such a condition has always been able to thrive within the hearts of all living beings precisely because it receives constant nourishment and support – things which give it the strength to assert its suffocating influence continuously, sowing havoc and causing misery throughout the world. We hear only about floods occurring in towns and cities, and how they cause destruction to people and their belongings. No one is interested in noticing the flood of rāgataṇhā engulfing the hearts of people who are quite content to let themselves and their belongings be ravaged by those surging floodwaters all year round. Consequently, no one understands the real reason for the on-going deterioration of world affairs because each and every person is contributing to and encouraging this situation by failing to recognize that rāgataṇhā is directly responsible for the worsening situation. If we do not focus our attention on the real cause, it will be impossible for us to find any genuine sense of contentment."

The original question asked only about that aspect of rāgataṇhā concerning the attraction between people, completely ignoring the destruction instigated by rāgataṇhā through hatred and anger. But in his explanation Ācariya Mun touched on the full range of detrimental results stemming from rāgataṇhā. He said that it is rāgataṇhā which dictates the passionate urges of men, women, and all the animals, facilitating the pleasure they find in each others company – this is a principle of nature. Nothing other than this gives rise to mutual affection and mutual animosity. When rāgataṇhā uses its deceptive tricks for passionate ends, people fall in love. When it uses its deceptive tricks to bring forth hatred and anger, they inevitably hate, get angry, and harm each other. Should it wish to control people using love as a means, then people become so attracted to one another that there's no separating them. Should it wish those same people to fall under the influence of hatred and anger, then they'll feel an irresistible urge to do just that.

Ācariya Mun asked the lay people present: "Haven't you ever quarreled among yourselves? You husbands and wives who have been in love since before you were married? You asked me about it, but you should know a lot more about this matter than a monk does." To this they replied: "Yes, we've quarreled until we are sick of it and never want to again, but still we have another argument."

Ācariya Mun then continued: "You see, this is the very nature of the world: one moment there's affection, another moment there's friction, anger, and hatred. Even though you know it to be wrong, it's hard to correct. Have you ever seriously tried to correct this problem? If so, it shouldn't happen very often. Even a minimum effort should be enough to keep it under control. Otherwise, it's like eating three meals a day: in the morning you quarrel, in the afternoon you quarrel, and in the evening you quarrel – regularly around the clock. Some people even end up in divorce, allowing their children to become caught up in the conflagration as well. They are innocent, yet they too must bear the burden of that bad kamma. Everyone is affected by this blazing fire: friends and acquaintances keep their distance due to the shame of it all. Assuming both parties are interested in settling the issue, they should be aware that an argument is a bad thing, stop as soon as it starts, and make an effort to correct it at that point. The matter can then sort itself out so that in the future such problems don't recur. For instance, when anger or aversion arises, first, think of the past you have shared together; and then, think of the future you will share living together for the rest of your lives. Now compare this to the malice that's just arisen. That should be enough to lay the matter to rest.

"Mostly, people who go astray do so because they insist on having their own way. Without considering whether they're right or wrong, they want to personally dominate everybody else in the family – something which just isn't possible to achieve. Such arrogance spreads and rages, singeing others until everyone is scarred. Even worse, they want to exert their influence over everyone else in the world, which is as impossible as trying to hold back the ocean with your hands. Such thoughts and actions should be strictly avoided. If you persist in them, they will bring your own downfall. People living together must adhere to and be guided by equitable standards of behavior when dealing with their husbands, wives, children, servants, or co-workers. This means interacting with them in a reasonable, harmonious way. Should others not accept the truth, it is they who are at fault for being so unreasonable, and it is they who will pay the price – not those who adhere firmly to guiding principles."

ON THOSE OCCASIONS when Ācariya Mun had to teach large numbers of lay supporters, as well as the monks living with him, he would allot separate times for giving instructions. He instructed the laity from four to five p.m. He taught the monks and novices from seven p.m. onwards, at the end of which they returned to their huts to practice meditation. He tended to follow this routine on his first and second tours of the Northeast. On his third and final trip, after returning from Chiang Mai to Udon Thani, he changed this routine considerably. Rather than disrupt the sequence of events, I shall explain the adjustments he made later.

Ācariya Mun's chief concern was teaching monks and novices. He took a special interest in those students experiencing various insights in their meditation by calling them in for a personal interview. It's quite normal for those practicing meditation to have varying characters and temperaments, so the types of insights arising from their practice will vary accordingly – although the resulting cool, calm sense of happiness will be the same. Differences occur in the practical methods they employ and in the nature of insights that arise during meditation. Some meditators are inclined to know only things existing exclusively within their own minds. Others tend to know things of a more external nature – such as visions of ghosts or devas, or visions of people and animals dying right in front of them. They may see a corpse carried along and then dumped right in front of them or they may have a vision of their own body lying dead before them. All such experiences are beyond the capability of beginning meditators to handle correctly with any certainty, since the beginner is unable to distinguish between what is real and what is not. People who are not inclined to analyze their experiences carefully may come to a wrong understanding, believing what they see to be genuine. This could increase the likelihood of psychological damage in the future. The type of person whose citta tends to go out to perceive external phenomena when it 'converges' into a state of calm is quite rare – at most, about one in twenty people. But, there will always be someone in whom this occurs. It is crucial that they receive advice from a meditation master with expertise in these matters.

Listening to dhutanga monks as they relate their meditation results to Ācariya Mun, and hearing him give advice on ways to deal with their experiences was so moving and inspirational that everyone present became thoroughly absorbed in it. In explaining the proper method for dealing with visions, Ācariya Mun categorized different types of nimittas and explained in great detail how each type should be handled. The monks who listened were delighted by the Dhamma he presented, and so gained confidence, resolving to develop themselves even further. Even those who did not experience external visions were encouraged by what they heard. Sometimes the monks told Ācariya Mun how they had achieved a state of serene happiness when their hearts 'converged' into a state of calm, explaining the methods they had used. Even those who were as yet unable to attain such levels became motivated to try – or to even surpass them. Hearing these discussions was a joyous experience, both for those who were already well developed and those who were still struggling in their practice.

When the citta 'converged' into calm, some monks traveled psychically to the heavenly realms, touring celestial mansions until dawn; and only then did the citta return to the physical body and regain normal consciousness. Others traveled to the realms of hell and were dismayed by the pitiful condition of the beings they saw, enduring the results of their kamma. Some visited both the heavenly abodes and the hells to observe the great differences between them: one realm was blessed with joy and bliss while the other was in the depths of despair, the beings there tormented by a punishment that seemed to have no end. Some monks received visits from ethereal beings from various planes of existence – the heavens, for instance, or the terrestrial devas. Others simply experienced the varying degrees of calm and happiness coming from the attainment of samādhi. Some investigated, using wisdom to divide the body into different sections, dissecting each section to bits, piece by piece, then reducing the whole lot to its original elemental state. There were those who were just beginning their training, struggling as a child does when it first learns to walk. Some could not make the citta attain the concentrated state of calm they desired and wept at their own incompetence; and some wept from deep joy and wonder upon hearing Ācariya Mun discuss states of Dhamma they themselves had experienced. There were also those who were simply like a ladle in a pot of stew: although submerged there, it doesn't know the taste of the stew, and even manages to get in the cook's way. This is quite normal when many different people are living together. Inevitably, both the good and the bad are mixed in together. A person having effective mindfulness and wisdom will choose to keep only those lessons which are deemed to be really useful – lessons essential to skillful practice. I regret I cannot guarantee my own skillfulness in this matter. In fact, it's a problem we all face occasionally, so let's pass on and not worry about it.

On his second trip, Ācariya Mun remained teaching in the Northeast for many years. Normally, he did not remain in the same place for more than a single rains retreat. When the rainy season was over, he wandered freely in the mountains and forests like a bird burdened only by its wings, contented to fly wherever it wishes. No matter where it lands in its search for food – a tree, a pond, or a marsh – it is satisfied and simply leaves all behind to fly off with no lingering attachment. It doesn't think that the trees, bark, fruit, ponds, or marshes belong to it. Like a bird, the monk who practices Dhamma, living in the forest, leads a life of contentment. But it's not easy to do, for people are social animals who enjoy living together and are attached to their homes and property. Initially, he feels a lot of resistance going out and living alone as Ācariya Mun did all his life. It is sort of like a land animal being dragged into the water. Once his heart has become closely integrated with Dhamma, however, the opposite is true: he enjoys traveling by himself and living alone. His daily routine in every posture remains entirely his own, his heart unencumbered by disturbing preoccupations. That leaves Dhamma as his preoccupation – and Dhamma promotes only contentment. The monk who is occupied solely with Dhamma has a heart that's cheerful and wonderfully content. He is free from the kind of hindrances which cause dullness or confusion; he is empty of all defiling preoccupations. He basks in a full-fledged, natural inner peace, never having to worry that it might alter or diminish in any way. This is known as akālika Dhamma: Dhamma which exists beyond space and time. It exists in the heart that has completely transcended conventional reality,[49] the source of all deception. Ācariya Mun was one well-gone;[50] one completely contented in all his activities. Coming and going, sitting, standing, walking, or lying down – he remained completely contented. Although he led his disciples along this path, relatively few of the monks reached a high level of Dhamma. Yet even this small number is of great benefit to people everywhere.

WHEN ĀCARIYA MUN led his disciples on almsround he took various animals along the way as objects of contemplation, and combining them with his inner Dhamma, he skillfully taught the monks who were with him. They clearly heard his every word. This was his way of teaching his disciples to be aware about the laws of kamma, in that even animals must receive the results of their actions. He would just point out an animal they came across as an example. Ācariya Mun insisted that animals should not be looked down upon for their lowly birth. In truth, animals have reached their time in the perpetual cycle of birth and death, experiencing the results of a past kamma. So it is with human birth as well. In fact, both animal life and human life consist of a mixture of pleasure and pain, each living according to the consequences of their own individual kamma. In one respect, Ācariya Mun brought up the subject of animals such as chickens, dogs, or cattle simply out of compassion for their plight. In another respect, he wanted to make others understand the variations in the consequences of kamma, indicating that – just as we have been brought to human birth by certain types of kamma – we too have passed through uncountable previous births of all sorts. Finally, he reflected aloud upon the very mysterious nature of those things that are responsible for birth as an animal – things that are difficult to fathom despite their presence in everyone. If we are unskillful in solving these problems, they will always be a danger to us, and we will never find a way to go beyond them. On almost every almsround Ācariya Mun spoke in this manner about the animals or the people whom he encountered along the way. Those who were interested in investigating these themes stimulated their mindfulness and wisdom, gaining useful ideas from him in this way. As to those who were not interested, they did not gain any benefit. Some probably wondered who he was talking about, since the monks had moved on by then and the animals he spoke about were no longer present.

IN SOME OF THE NORTHEAST PROVINCES, Ācariya Mun would give Dhamma instructions to the monks late at night on special occasions. Visible to Ācariya Mun, terrestrial devas gathered at a respectful distance and listened to his talks. Once he became aware of them he called off the meeting and quickly entered samādhi, where he talked privately to the devas. Their reticence on those occasions was due to the profound respect they had for monks. Ācariya Mun explained that devas of all levels were careful to avoid passing by the monks' dwellings on the way to see him late at night. Upon arriving they circled around Ācariya Mun three times before sitting down in an orderly fashion. Then the leader – devas of every plane have a leader whom they obey with great deference – would announce the realm from which they came and the aspect of Dhamma to which they wished to listen. Ācariya Mun would return their greetings and then focus his citta on that aspect of Dhamma requested by the devas. As this Dhamma arose within, he began the talk. When they had comprehended the Dhamma that he delivered, they all said "sādhue three times, a sound that echoed throughout the spiritual universe.[51] This exclamation was heard by everyone with celestial hearing, but not by those whose ears were like the 'handles on a pot of soup'.

When his discourse on Dhamma ended, the devas again circumambulated him three times, keeping him on their right, and then returned to their realms in an elegant fashion – very different from we humans. Not even Ācariya Mun and his monks could emulate their graceful movements; for there's a great difference between the grossness of our bodies and the subtle refinement of theirs. As soon as the deva guests retreated to the edge of the monks' area, they floated up into the air like pieces of fluff blown by the wind. On each visit they descended in the same manner, arriving outside the monks' living area and then walking the remainder of the way. Always very graceful in their movements, they never spoke making a lot of noise the way humans do when going to see an ācariya they revere. This is probably due to the refined nature of their celestial bodies, which restrict them from behaving in such a gross manner. Here is an area in which human beings can be considered superior to devas – talking loudly. Devas are always very composed when listening to Dhamma, never fidgeting restlessly or showing any conceit that could disturb the speaking monk.

Ācariya Mun usually knew beforehand when the devas would be arriving. For instance, if they were planning to come at midnight, by early evening he was aware of it. On some occasions he had to cancel a scheduled meeting with the monks for that evening. At the appropriate hour Ācariya Mun left his walking meditation path and sat entering samādhi until the time approached for the devas to come. He then withdrew his citta up to the access level,[52] sending out the flow of his citta to see if they had arrived. If they had yet to arrive, he continued with his samādhi practice before sending his citta out again to check.

Sometimes, the devas had already arrived or were just in the process of arriving. At other times, he had to wait, continuing his samādhi practice for some time before they came. On rare occasions, when he knew that they would be arriving late – like at one, two, or three a.m. – he would practice for a while and then take a rest, getting up to ready himself just before the devas were expected to arrive.

Gatherings of devas who came to see Ācariya Mun did not happen very often nor in very large numbers while he lived in the Northeast. They came only infrequently to listen in on his talks to the monks. But when they did, he would dismiss the monks as soon as he became aware of their presence, entering quickly into samādhi to expound on Dhamma for the devas' benefit. After he finished and the devas had departed, he would lie down to rest, arising in the morning as usual to continue his normal routine of practice. Ācariya Mun considered receiving devas a special responsibility. Since honoring one's promises is very important to them, he was always careful to be punctual. They were likely to be critical of a monk who missed an appointment unnecessarily.

Discussions between devas and monks are carried on entirely in the universal language of the heart, bypassing the multitude of conventional languages used by human beings and other types of animals. Arising from thecitta, the substance of the inquiries turns into questions in the language of the heart which the inquiring individual clearly understands as if they were words in conventional language. Each word or phrase of the respondent emanates directly from the heart, so the questioner in turn understands the reply perfectly well. In fact, the language of the heart directly conveys the true feelings of the speaker, eliminating the need for explanations to clarify further, as might be required in conventional languages. Verbal communication is also a mechanism of the heart; but, its nature is such that spoken words often do not reflect the heart's true feelings, so mistakes are easily made in communicating its true intent. This incongruity will remain so long as conventional language is used as a surrogate medium for the heart's expression. Since people are unfamiliar with the language of the heart, their hearts cannot avoid using normal speech as a mechanism to facilitate communication, even though it's not very accurate in expressing the heart's true meaning. There is no possible way to solve this common dilemma – unless people learn the heart's own language and expose its mysteries.[53]

Ācariya Mun was extremely proficient in all matters pertaining to the heart, including the skills needed to train others to become good people. The rest of us, though we are quite capable of thinking of these things for ourselves, insist on going around borrowing from others. That is, we tend to constantly travel from place to place studying under one teacher and then another. Even then, we fail to properly safeguard what we've learned, letting it slip through our grasp by forgetting what the teacher said. Thus we are left virtually empty-handed. The things we do not forget or let drop are our habitual failings: a lack of mindfulness, wisdom, and contemplative skill. Lacking the very qualities of Dhamma which instill a sense of hope in our lives, we are constantly disappointed in whatever we do in life.

ĀCARIYA MUN’S OWN MEDITATION practice, as well as his teaching duties, continued to progress smoothly, any undue disturbances having long since passed. Wherever he went he brought a refreshing calm and serenity with him. Monks and novices everywhere respected and revered him. As soon as the laity in an area heard of his arrival, they were delighted and rushed to pay him their respects with heart-felt devotion. A case in point is Ban Thum village in the district of Tha Khek where both Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sao resided at one time or another.

Shortly before Ācariya Mun arrived, the entire village began suffering from smallpox. The villagers were overcome with joy at the sight of Ācariya Mun's arrival, running out of their homes to welcome him and begging him to remain as their refuge. So in place of the spirits the whole village had been worshipping, Ācariya Mun had them take refuge in the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha. He guided them in the correct way to practice, such as paying daily homage to the Buddha and performing morning and evening chanting, and they gladly followed his instructions. As for Ācariya Mun, he performed a kind of internal spiritual blessing to help them; and the results were strange and marvelous to witness. Before his arrival, many people died each day from the smallpox. But from his arrival onwards, no one else died; and those who were infected quickly recovered. More than that, no new instances of the disease occurred, which astounded the villagers who had never seen or imagined such a miraculous reversal of circumstances. As a result, the community developed enormous faith in and devotion to Ācariya Mun which have persisted undiminished through each generation to the present day. This includes the local monastery's present-day abbot, who has a deep respect for Ācariya Mun. He always raises his joined palms in homage before beginning to speak about him.

Incidents such as this were made possible by the power of Dhamma in Ācariya Mun's heart which radiated forth to give comfort and happiness to the world. Ācariya Mun said that he set aside three times each day to extend loving kindness to all living beings. He would do this while sitting in meditation at midday, before retiring in the evening, and after rising in the morning. In addition to that, there were many times during the day when he sent loving kindness out specifically to certain individuals. When radiating all-encompassing loving kindness, he did so by focusing his citta exclusively inward and then directing the flow of his citta to permeate throughout all the worlds, both above and below, in all directions without interruption. At that time his citta had the power to extend its aura of brilliance to all worlds: limitless, all-pervasive, and brighter than a thousand suns – for there is nothing brighter than a heart that's entirely pure. The unique properties emanating from a citta of such purity brighten the world and imbue it with peacefulness in an indescribable and wondrous way. A citta having absolutely no impurities possesses only the cool, peaceful qualities of Dhamma. A compassionate, kindhearted monk with an absolutely pure heart can expect protection and reverential devotion from people and devas wherever he stays, while members of the animal kingdom feel no fear or danger in his presence. His citta constantly sends forth a gentle compassion to all beings everywhere without bias – much like rain falling evenly over hills and valleys alike.

Hardship and Deprivation   

Upon leaving the province of Ubon Ratchathani, Ācariya Mun spent the next rainy season retreat at the village of Ban Nong Lat in the Warichabhum district of Sakon Nakhon province accompanied by the many monks and novices under his guidance. The lay men and women there reacted as if a truly auspicious person had arrived. They were all very excited – not in a frenzied way, but in an anticipatory way – at the prospect of doing good and abandoning evil. They abandoned their worship of spirits and ghosts to pay homage to the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha. At the end of the rains, Ācariya Mun went wandering again until he arrived in the province of Udon Thani where he traveled to the districts of Nong Bua Lamphu and Ban Pheu. He stayed at the village of Ban Kho for the rains retreat while spending the following rains in the Tha Bo district of Nong Khai province. He remained practicing for some time in both these provinces.

As mentioned previously, Ācariya Mun lived mostly in wilderness areas where villages were spaced far apart. Since the countryside was relatively unpopulated then, he could easily put the teaching into practice. Virgin forests abounded, full of great, tall trees which were still uncut. Wild animals were everywhere. As soon as night fell, their myriad calls could be heard echoing through the forest. Listening to such sounds, one is carried away by a sense of camaraderie and friendliness. The natural sounds of wild animals are not a hindrance to meditation practice, for they carry no specific meaning. The same cannot be said for human sounds. Be it chatting, singing, shouting, or laughing, the specific meaning is immediately obvious; and it is this significance that makes human sounds a hindrance to meditation practice. Monks are especially vulnerable to the sounds of the opposite sex. If their samādhi is not strong enough, concentration can easily be destroyed. I must apologize to women everywhere because my intention here is not to criticize women in any way. It is the unsuccessful meditator that I am addressing here so that he may arouse mindfulness as an antidote to counter these influences and not merely surrender meekly to them. It's possible that one reason monks prefer to live in mountains and forests is that it allows them to avoid such things in order to relentlessly pursue the perfection of spiritual qualities until they reach the ultimate goal of the holy life.[54] Ācariya Mun enjoyed living in forests and mountains right up until the day he passed away, a preference which helped him to attain the Dhamma he has so generously shared with all of us.

Ācariya Mun said that if his meditation practice were compared to an illness, it would be a near-fatal one, since the training he undertook resembled physical and mental torture. There was hardly a single day when he could just relax, look around, and enjoy himself as other monks seemed to do. This was because the kilesas became tangled up with his heart so quickly that he barely had a chance to catch them. Should his mind wander for only a moment, the kilesas immediately gave him trouble. Once they had established a hold on his heart, their grip became ever tighter until he found it difficult to dislodge them. Consequently, he could never let his guard down. He had to remain totally alert, always ready to pounce on the kilesas, so they couldn't gain the strength to bind him into submission. He practiced diligently in this manner until he had gained sufficient contentment to be able to relax somewhat. Only then did he develop the strength of heart and ease of body necessary to teach others. From that time forward – monks, novices, and lay people from all over the Northeast sought him out. Ācariya Mun understood their situation and was very sympathetic toward them all. At certain times, so many people came to see him that there wasn't enough room for them to stay. He also had to consider the safety of others, such as the women and nuns who came to visit him. For in those days, many tigers and other wild animals were in the outlying areas, but there were very few people.

Ācariya Mun once stayed in a cave near Ban Namee Nayung village in the Ban Pheu district of Udon Thani province. Since many large tigers frequented the area around the cave, it was definitely not a safe place for visitors to remain overnight. When visitors came, Ācariya Mun had the villagers build a very high bamboo platform – high enough to be beyond the reach of any hungry tiger which might try to pounce upon the sleeping person. Ācariya Mun forbade the visitors to come down to the ground after dark, fearing that a tiger would carry them off and devour them. He told them to carry up containers for their toilet needs during the night. With so many vicious tigers there at night, Ācariya Mun refused to allow visitors to stay long. He sent them away after a few days. These tigers were not afraid of people – especially not of women – and would attack if given the opportunity. On some nights when Ācariya Mun was walking in meditation by the light of candle lanterns, he saw a large tiger boldly stalk a buffalo herd as it went past his area. The tiger had no fear of Ācariya Mun as he paced back and forth. Sensing the tiger, the buffaloes instinctively headed for the village. Nevertheless, the tiger was still bold enough that it continued to follow them, even while a monk walked close by.

Monks who trained under Ācariya Mun had to be prepared for anything, including the possibility of death, for danger was all around the various places where they practiced. They also had to give up any pride in their own self-worth and any sense of superiority regarding their fellow monks, thus allowing for a harmonious living situation as if they were different limbs on the same body. Their hearts then experienced a measure of contentment and, untroubled by mental hindrances, their samādhi quickly developed. When a monk is constrained by living under certain restrictions – for example, living in a frightening place where the food is limited and the basic requisites are scarce – his mental activity tends to be supervised by mindfulness, which continuously restricts the thinking processes to the matter at hand. The citta is usually able to attain samādhi faster than would normally be expected. Outside there is danger and hardship; inside mindfulness is firmly in control. In such circumstances the citta might be compared to a prisoner who submits willingly to his fate. In addition to these factors, the teacher is also there to straighten him out should he go astray. The monk who practices while hemmed in by hardship on all sides will see an improvement in his citta that exceeds all expectations.

Nighttime in the forest is a frightening time, so a monk forces himself to go out and do walking meditation to fight that fear. Who will win and who will lose? If fear loses, then the citta becomes courageous and 'converges' into a state of calm. If the heart loses, then the only thing that emerges is intense fear. The effect of intense fear in such a situation is a sensation of simultaneously being both hot and cold, of needing to urinate and defecate, of feeling breathless and being on the verge of death. The thing that encourages fear is the sound of a tiger's roar. The sound of roaring may come from anywhere – from the foot of the mountain, from up on the ridge, or from out on the plains – but the monk will pay no attention to the direction. He will think only: "A tiger is coming here to devour me!f Walking all alone in meditation and so afraid that he's shaking and useless, he is sure that it's coming specifically for him. Not considering the broad terrain, it doesn't occur to him that the tiger has four feet and might just be going somewhere else. His only thought is that the tiger is coming straight for his tiny plot of land – straight for this cowardly monk who is shaken by fear. Having completely forgotten his meditation practice, he has only one thought in mind which he repeats over and over again like a mantra: "The tiger's coming here, the tiger's coming here." This negative train of thought merely intensifies his fear. The Dhamma in his heart is ready to disintegrate, and if, perchance, the tiger really were to wander accidentally into that place, he'd stand there mindlessly scared stiff at best; and at worst, something very unfortunate could happen.

It's wrong to establish the citta with such a negative attitude. The ensuing results are bound to be harmful in some way. The correct approach is to focus the citta firmly on some aspects of Dhamma, either the recollection of death or some other Dhamma theme. Under such circumstances, one should never allow the mind to focus outward to imagined external threats and then bring those notions back in to deceive oneself. Whatever happens, life or death, one's attention must be kept squarely on the meditation subject that one normally uses. A citta having Dhamma as its mainstay doesn't lose its balance. Moreover, despite experiencing intense fear the citta is clearly strengthened, becoming courageous in a way that's amazing beyond description.

Ācariya Mun taught his disciples that becoming firmly established in the practice means putting everything on the line – both body and mind. Everything must be sacrificed except that aspect of Dhamma which is the fundamental object of attention. Whatever occurs, allow nature to take its course. Everyone who is born must die – such is the nature of this world. There's no point in trying to resist it. Truth can not be found by denying the natural order of things. Ācariya Mun taught that a monk must be resolute and brave in the face of death. He was particularly interested in having his disciples live in isolated wilderness areas infested with wild animals so that they could discover the virtues of meditation. Such places encourage the development of samādhi and intuitive wisdom. Tigers can definitely help to stimulate Dhamma in our hearts – especially if we don't stand in awe of the Lord Buddha because we fail to trust his teaching, but we do stand in awe of tigers because we are convinced how vicious they can be. This conviction is a very effective aid for corralling the mind and focusing it on Dhamma, using fear as an incentive to meditate until Dhamma arises within. Consequently, when that inner Dhamma is finally realized, belief in the Lord Buddha and the Dhamma he taught will arise naturally. At that critical moment, when one is alone in the wilderness, dormant faculties of samādhi and wisdom will be stirred into action. If there is nothing to put pressure on thecitta, it tends to become lazy and amass kilesas until it can barely function. A tiger can help to remove those kilesas which foster such a lazy and easy-going attitude that we forget ourselves and our own mortality. Once those insidious defilements disappear, we feel a sense of genuine relief whatever we do, for our hearts no longer shoulder that heavy burden.

Ācariya Mun emphasized that monks should go to practice meditation in places that arouse fear and avoid places that do not; otherwise, they were unlikely to achieve any strange and marvelous results. More than that, the kilesas might well lead them so far astray that they end up losing sight of the spiritual path, which would be regrettable. He assured his monks that unless they lived in an environment which forced them to focus internally on themselves they would find it difficult to attain a stable state of calm and their meditation practice would suffer accordingly. On the other hand, the results were bound to be good in places where they were always alert to the possibility of danger, since mindfulness – the skillful means for directing the effort – was inevitably close at hand. No one who genuinely hopes to transcend dukkha should succumb to the fear of death while living in what are imagined to be frightening places – like remote wilderness areas. When faced with a real crisis situation, the focus of attention should be kept on Dhamma and not sent outside of the sphere of one's own body and mind, which are the dwelling-place of Dhamma. Then the meditator can expect to experience a pervading sense of security and an inspired mental fortitude that are incontrovertible. In any case, unless that person's kamma dictates that his time is up, he will not die at that time – no matter what he thinks.

Ācariya Mun said that his inspiration for meditation was derived almost exclusively from living in dangerous environments, which is why he liked to teach his disciples to be resolute in threatening situations. Instead of merely relying on something vague like 'inherent virtuous tendencies' – which are usually more a convenient fiction than a reality – in this way, they had a chance to realize their aspirations in the shortest possible time. Relying on the rather vague concept of virtuous tendencies from the past is usually a sign of weakness and resignation – an attitude more likely to suppress mindfulness and wisdom than to promote them.[55] To say a monk has confidence that Dhamma is the basic guarantor of his life and practice means that he sincerely hopes to live and die by Dhamma. It is imperative that he not panic under any circumstance. He must be brave enough to accept death while practicing diligently in fearful places. When a crisis looms – no matter how serious it seems – mindfulness should be in continuous control of his heart so that it stays steadfastly firm and fully integrated with the object of meditation. Suppose an elephant, a tiger, or a snake threatens him: if he sincerely resolves to sacrifice his life for the sake of Dhamma those things won't dare to cause him any harm. Having no fear of death, he will experience the courageous feeling that he can walk right up to those animals. Instead of feeling threatened, he will feel deep within his heart a profound friendship toward them which dispels any sense of danger.

As human beings we possess Dhamma in our hearts, in a way that animals do not. For this reason, our hearts exert a powerful influence over animals of all types. It makes no difference that animals are incapable of knowing this fact; there exists in our hearts a mysterious quality that has a soothing effect on them. This quality is the potent, protective power of Dhamma which softens their hearts to the point where they don't dare act threateningly. This mysterious power of the heart is something experienced internally by the individual. Others can be aware of it only if they have special intuitive knowledge. Even though Dhamma is taught and studied all over the world, it still remains a mystery if the heart has yet to attain any level of understanding in Dhamma. When the heart and Dhamma truly become one, all doubts concerning the heart and Dhamma disappear on their own because the nature of the heart and the nature of Dhamma share the same exquisite, subtle qualities. Once that state is reached, it is correct to say that the heart is Dhamma and Dhamma is the heart. In other words, all contradictions cease once the kilesas have been eliminated.

Normally the heart has become such an extension of the kilesas that we are unaware of its intrinsic value. This happens because the heart is so thoroughly impregnated with kilesas that the two become indistinguishable. The heart's real value is then obscured from view. If we allow this condition to continue indefinitely because we are indifferent about finding a solution, neither our hearts nor Dhamma will have any actual value for us. Even were we to be born and die hundreds of times, it would simply be a matter of exchanging one set of dirty clothes for another set of dirty clothes. No matter how many times we change in and out of dirty clothes we cannot escape the fact that we remain filthy. Which is certainly very different from someone who takes off his dirty clothes and exchanges them for nice clean ones. Similarly, the interchange between good and evil within the heart is an important problem that each of us should take personal responsibility for and investigate within ourselves. No one else can carry this burden for us and so give us peace of mind. It's extremely important that each and every one of us be aware that, in both the present and the future, we alone are responsible always for our own progress. The only exceptions are those, like the Lord Buddha and the Arahant disciples, who carefully developed themselves spiritually until they attained a state of total security. For them the job is completed, the ultimate goal secure. These are the Noble individuals that the rest of us take as our refuge, providing us hope for the future. Even miscreants who still understand the difference between right and wrong will take the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha as their refuge. They at least have enough sense to feel some remorse. Just as good people and bad people alike feel a natural dependence on their parents, so people of all kinds instinctively look to the Buddha as a dependable refuge.

ĀCARIYA MUN EMPLOYED many training methods with his monks to ensure that they saw clear results in their practice. Those who practiced with unwavering faith in his instructions were able to achieve such results to their own satisfaction. By following the power of his example, they became knowledgeable, respected teachers themselves. They in turn have passed on these training methods to their own disciples, so that they too can witness for themselves, through their own efforts, that the paths and fruits of the Buddha's teaching are still attainable today; that they have not completely disappeared. When looking at the life he lived and the methods he employed in training others, it is fair to say that Ācariya Mun followed a practice of deprivation. He and his disciples lived in conditions of virtual poverty in places where even the basic necessities were lacking. The simple daily requisites they depended on were usually in short supply. Encountering such an uncertain existence, those accustomed to living in carefree abundance would probably be utterly dismayed. There being nothing in this difficult lifestyle to attract them, they would surely find it most disagreeable. But the monks themselves, though they lived like prison inmates, did so voluntarily for the sake of Dhamma. They lived for Dhamma, and accepted the inconvenience and hardship associated with its practice. These conditions, which are seen as torture by people who have never submitted to them, were actually a convenient spiritual training ground for the monks who practiced in this way. Due to their determination to endure hardship and poverty it is appropriate to call this the practice of deprivation; for such living conditions naturally go against the grain. Monks had to literally force themselves to live in this way. During all their normal daily activities, they were required to resist the physical and mental pressure to simply follow their natural inclinations.

Sometimes it was necessary to endure days of fasting and hunger for the purpose of accelerating the practice of meditation. These periods, when monks abstain from food altogether despite their hunger, are days of uninterrupted dedication to the practice. The physical discomfort at such times is obvious, but the purpose of enduring hunger is to increase mental vigilance. In truth, fasting is a very suitable method for certain temperaments. Some types of people find that if they eat food every day their bodies tend to be vigorous but the mental endeavor – meditation – fails to progress. Their minds remain sluggish, dull and timid, so a solution is needed. One solution is to try either reducing the intake of food each day or going without food altogether, fasting – sometimes for a few days, sometimes for a longer period – and carefully observing all the while the method that gives the best results. Once it becomes apparent that a certain method is suitable, that method should be pursued intensively. For instance, should a monk discover that fasting for many days at a stretch is suitable to his temperament, then it's imperative that he accept the necessity of following that path. Though it may well be difficult, he must put up with it because he inevitably wants to gain the appropriate knowledge and skill to go beyond dukkha.

A person whose temperament is suited to long-term fasting will notice that the more he fasts the more prominent and courageous his heart is in confronting the various objects of the senses that were once its enemies. His mental attitude is bold, his focus sharp. While sitting in samādhi his heart can become so absorbed in Dhamma that it forgets the time of day; for when the heart contacts Dhamma there is no longer any concern with the passage of time or pangs of hunger. At that time, he is aware only of the delight experienced at that level of Dhamma which he has achieved. In this frame of mind, the conditions are right for catching up with kilesas, such as laziness, complacency, and restlessness, since they are inactive enough then for the meditator to get the better of them for the time being. If we hesitate, waiting around for a more auspicious time to tackle them, the kilesas will awaken first and give us more trouble. It's quite likely we'd be unable to handle them then. We could easily end up being 'elephants' for the kilesas, as they mount us, straddle our necks, and beat us – our hearts – into submission. For in truth our hearts have been the 'elephants' and the kilesas the 'mahouts' for an infinitely long time. A deep-rooted fear of this master makes us so apprehensive that we never really dare to fight back with the best of our abilities.

From the Buddha's perspective, the kilesas are the enemies of Dhamma; yet, from the vantage point of the world, the kilesas are considered our hearts' inseparable companions. It is incumbent upon us, who practice the Buddha's teaching, to battle the thoughts and deeds that are known to be our enemies, so that we can survive their onslaught, and thus become free of their insidious control. On the other hand, those who are satisfied to follow the kilesas have no choice but to pamper them, dutifully obeying their every command. The repercussions of such slavery are all too obvious in the mental and emotional agitation affecting those people and everyone around them. Inevitably, the kilesas cause people to suffer in a multitude of harmful ways, making it imperative for someone sincerely caring about his own well-being to fight back diligently using every available means. If this means abstaining from eating food and suffering accordingly, then so be it; one has no regrets. If necessary, even life itself will be sacrificed to honor the Buddha's teaching, and the kilesas will have no share in the triumph.

In his teachings, Ācariya Mun encouraged his monks to be courageous in their efforts to transcend the dukkha oppressing their hearts. He himself had thoroughly investigated the kilesas and Dhamma, testing both in a most comprehensive fashion before he finally saw the results emerge clearly in his own heart. Only after this attainment did he return to the Northeast to teach the incomparable Dhamma that he then understood so well.

ONE PROMINENT ASPECT of Ācariya Mun's teaching, which he stressed continuously during his career, was the Dhamma of the five powers: faith, diligent effort, mindfulness, concentration, and wisdom. He said the reason for emphasizing these five factors was that a person who possessed them would always have something worthwhile to count on, no matter where he went; and, therefore, he could always expect to make steady progress in his practice. Ācariya Mun separated them according to their specific functions, using them to inspire an indomitable spirit in his disciples. He gave them his own heartfelt interpretation as follows:

Saddhā is faith in the Dhamma that the Lord Buddha presented to the world. There's no doubt that each of us in this world is perfectly capable of receiving the light of Dhamma – provided we practice the way in earnest. We all accept the fact that we will have to die some day. The key issue is: will we die defeated by the cycle of kilesas and the cycle of kamma and its results? Or, will we overcome them, defeating them all before we die? No one wants to be defeated. Even children who compete at sports are keen on winning. So we should rouse ourselves and not act as if defeated already. The defeated must always endure suffering and anguish, accumulating so much dukkha that they cannot find a way out. When they do seek escape from their misery, the only viable solution seems to be: It's better to die. Death under those conditions is precisely defeat at the hands of one's enemy. It is a result of piling up so much dukkha inside that there's no room for anything else. Positive results cannot be gained from abject defeat.

If we are to die victorious, like the Lord Buddha and the Arahants, then we must practice with the same faith, effort, and forbearance as they did. We must be mindful in all our bodily and mental activities, as they were. We must take our task very seriously and not waver uncertainly like someone facing a crisis without mindfulness to anchor him. We should establish our hearts firmly in those causes that give rise to the satisfactory results that the Buddha himself attained. The sāsana is the teaching of a great sage who taught people that they too can develop wisdom in all its many aspects. So we should reflect on what he taught. We should not wallow in stupidity, living our whole lives in ignorance. No one considers the word 'stupid' to be a compliment. Stupid people are no use. Adults, children, even animals – if they are stupid, they are hardly any use at all. So if we remain stupid, who's going to admire us for it? We should all analyze this matter thoroughly to avoid remaining bogged down in ignorance. Wallowing in ignorance is not the way to overcome dukkha, and it is definitely not becoming for a dhutanga monk – who is expected to skillfully analyze everything. This was Ācariya Mun's own personal interpretation of the five powers. He used it effectively in his own practice and taught it to his disciples as well. It is excellent instruction for inspiring mindfulness and wisdom, and an uncompromising attitude towards practice. It is highly suitable for dhutanga monks who are fully prepared to compete for the ultimate victory in the contest between Dhamma and the kilesas. This ultimate attainment is the freedom of Nibbāna, the long-wished-for supreme victory.[56]

Graduated Teaching   

Once a senior disciple of Ācariya Mun recalled that the many monks and novices living under his guidance tended to behave as though free from kilesas. Although they lived together in a large group, no one behaved in an unseemly manner. Whether they were on their own, in the company of others performing their duties, or attending a meeting, all were calm and composed. Those, who had never heard the monks discuss their levels of meditation with Ācariya Mun, might well suspect from observing them that they were all full-fledged Arahants. The truth became apparent only when he advised the monks on how to solve specific problems in their meditation. Each monk was advised according to his level of achievement: from basic concentration and wisdom techniques to the higher levels of concentration and insight.

Whether addressing the problems of individual disciples or instructing the whole assembly, Ācariya Mun always displayed the same uncompromising self-assurance. His audience was fully aware that the Dhamma he expounded was something he had actually realized within himself. He never relied on speculative assessments, such as, 'it could be like this' or 'it might be like that'. Those listening were also fully convinced that the Dhamma he taught existed potentially within all of them. Even though they had not achieved it yet, surely they would realize it for themselves one day, provided they did not falter in their efforts.

Ācariya Mun modified his talks according to the character and the level of his listeners' understanding, so that everyone who was present gained some benefit from the assembly. He was careful in explaining the teaching in all its stages, ensuring that listeners at different levels of meditation were able to understand and apply it to their individual practice in order to attain satisfactory results. When teaching lay people, he usually emphasized aspects of Dhamma that were suitable to their situation – such as, generosity, moral virtue, and meditative development – as the basis for their practice. He explained that these three dhammas are the basic criteria needed for birth in the human world and so are the foundation of the sāsana. Someone born as a human being must necessarily have cultivated these three dhammas in the past. At least one of them must have been previously developed to serve as a catalyst for being born fully human.[57]

Großzügigkeit is a means of demonstrating one's goodwill. People, who are noble-hearted and considerate toward fellow human beings and animals in-need, sacrifice and share some of their own good fortune according to their means. Whether it's a gift of material goods, a gift of Dhamma, or a gift of knowledge of any sort, it is a gift freely given to benefit others without expectation of anything in return, except the good results of the act of giving itself. This also includes the generous gesture of forgiving those who behave wrongly or offensively. Those who are benevolent and prone to selfless giving are bound to be gracious people who stand out among their peers, irrespective of their physical appearance. Devas, humans, and animals all revere and cherish them. Wherever they go there will always be someone willing to help them. They never suffer acute poverty and hardship. Quite clearly, philanthropists in society are never out of fashion and rarely disliked. Even a wealthy, but stingy person looks forward to gifts from others – not to mention the hapless poor who have little hope of someone helping them. Due to the power of generosity, those who have developed a habit of giving will never be born into a world where they must live in hardship. Donors and their generosity have always served to maintain balance and prosperity in the world. As long as people still value self-sacrifice and extend a helping hand to one another, life on this earth will always have meaning. Generous people are inevitably hospitable and supportive, which makes the world a better place to live. In this sense, generosity is absolutely essential for us all. Without it, life in this world would be a parched and barren existence.

Moral virtue is effectively a barrier that prevents people from abusing or destroying each other's material and spiritual wealth. It's the very basis of those special good qualities that every human being should have, and should never let slip away. People who do not have moral virtue to protect and maintain their inner wealth are like a fire raging through human society. Without morality's protective restraint, mistreatment and destruction would run rampant in the world to the point where there would hardly be an island of security left where a person could rest in peace. As long as people believe that material wealth is more valuable than moral virtue, they will have no real security. In such a case, even if the world economy were to flourish until material wealth was piled as high as the sun, the sun's heat would be no match for the scorching heat of an immoral world.

Moral virtue is the true foundation of human perfection that was personified by the Lord Buddha. He uncovered this truth, presenting it as a means by which a world confused and fearful of dukkha might rely on its restraining power to live in the cool, soothing glow of trust. Left to their own devices, people with kilesas will tend to think in ways that make the world oppressively hot. If these thoughts are allowed free rein, powered by the kilesas and untempered by even a hint of moral virtue, they will surely create innumerable poisonous 'monsters' that will spread throughout the world to devour everything in their path. The thoughts of a supremely virtuous person like the Lord Buddha, who totally eliminated the kilesas from his heart, produce only welcome peace and happiness in the world. Compare this with the thought patterns instigated by the kilesas that cause us, and everyone else, unimaginable trouble. The difference is obvious enough that we should want to search for a way to resolve this problem and stem the tide of such thoughts before it is too late. Moral virtue is like a medicine that counteracts infectious diseases as well as chronic ones. At the very least, a patient who is sick with the 'kilesa-fever' can find some measure of relief and hope of recovery in the practice of moral virtue. More than that, it may just effect a complete cure.

Out of his compassion, Ācariya Mun used to instruct lay people on both the merits of moral virtue and the faults of having no moral standard. These instructions went straight to the heart and were so impressive that, in hearing his advice to lay people, I found myself thinking that I too would like to keep the five moral precepts – forgetting that, as a monk, I was already observing 227 monastic rules! I was overcome with enthusiasm to hear him talk and lost my mindfulness for a moment. When I finally came to my senses, I was rather embarrassed, and did not mention it to anyone for fear that other monks might think me a bit crazy. In fact, I was a little bit crazy at that time since I forgot my own shaved head and thought about keeping the layman's five precepts. This is a problem we all face: when thinking in ways that are wrong, we end up acting wrongly in that manner as well. Therefore, we should be aware of our thoughts at all times – aware of whether they are good or bad, right or wrong. We must constantly rein in our own thoughts; otherwise, they can easily spin out of control.

Meditative development means training the mind to be clever and unbiased with respect to basic principles of cause and effect, so that we can effectively come to terms with our own inner processes, and all other related matters as well. Instead of abandoning the mind to unbridled exuberance, we rely on meditation to rein in our unruly thoughts and bring them into line with what is reasonable – which is the path to calm and contentment. The mind that has yet to undergo meditation training is similar to an untrained animal that cannot yet properly perform its appointed tasks and is, therefore, not as useful as it might be. It must be trained to do those jobs in order to gain maximum benefit from its work. Likewise, our minds should undergo training as a means of understanding ourselves as we carry out all our daily tasks, be they mental or physical, significant or trivial, gross or subtle.

Those who develop meditation as a solid anchor for the mind enjoy reflecting carefully on whatever they do. They are not likely to take unnecessary chances in a situation they are unsure of, when a mistake could hurt them or someone else who is involved. Meditative development brings definite benefits, both immediately and in the future, but the most significant are those we experience here and now in the present. People who develop an aptitude for meditation will be successful at whatever they put their minds to. Their affairs are not conducted halfheartedly, but are well thought out with an eye to the expected benefits of a job well-done. In this way, people can always look back with satisfaction on the fruits of their labor. Since they are firmly grounded in reason, people who meditate have no difficulty controlling themselves. They adhere to Truth as the guiding principle for all they do, say, and think. They are mindful not to leave themselves open to the myriad temptations that habitually arise from the kilesas of craving – wanting to go there, wanting to come here, wanting to do this, wanting to say this or think that – which give no guidance whatsoever to right and wrong, good and bad. Craving is a very destructive defilement that tends to lead us repeatedly into misery in countless ways. In truth, we have no one to blame but ourselves, so we are left to accept the consequences as something regrettable, trying to do better the next time. When sufficient mindfulness is maintained we can reverse this trend. But if we do not have enough mindfulness to reflect prudently on these matters, everything we do will have adverse effects, sometimes irrevocably so. This is the real crux of the kilesas – they inevitably lead us toward misfortune.

Meditation is a good means for making a clean break with the unseemly business of the kilesas. Meditation techniques are arguably somewhat difficult to practice, but that's because they are designed to put pressure on the mind and bring it under control, much like trying to bring a monkey under control in order to tame it. Meditation techniques are actually methods for developing self-awareness. This means observing the mind which is not content to just remain still but tends instead to jump about like someone who's been scalded with hot water. Observing the mind requires mindfulness to keep us aware of its movement. This is aided by using one of a number of Dhamma themes as an object of attention to keep the mind stable and calm during meditation. A very popular method and one that gives good results is mindfulness of breathing.[58] Other popular themes include the use of a word such as "buddho", "dhammo", "sangho",[59] or kesā, lomā, nakhā, dantā, taco in forward and reverse order,[60] or meditation on death,[61] or whatever theme seems most suitable. The mind must be forced to stay exclusively with that object during meditation. Calm and happiness are bound to arise when the mind depends on a particular Dhamma theme as a good and safe object of attention.

What is commonly referred to as a 'calm citta' or a 'citta integrated in samādhi' is a state of inner stability that is no longer associated with the initial object of attention, which merely prepared the citta by holding it steady. Once the citta has entered into samādhi, there exists enough momentum for the citta to remain in this state of calm, independent of the preparatory object, whose function is temporarily discontinued while the citta rests peacefully. Later when the citta withdraws from samādhi, if time permits, attention is refocused on the initial Dhamma theme. When this is practiced consistently with dedication and sustained effort, a mind long steeped in dukkha will gradually awaken to its own potential and abandon its unskillful ways. The struggle to control the mind, which one experiences in the beginning stages of training, will be replaced by a keen interest in the task at hand.

The citta becomes unforgettably calm and peaceful once it enters samādhi. Even if this happens only once, it will be an invigorating and indelible experience. Should it fail to occur again in subsequent attempts at meditation, an indescribable sense of loss and longing will linger in the citta for a long time. Only with further progress, as one becomes more and more absorbed in increasingly subtler states of calm, will the frustration of losing the initial state of calm be forgotten.

WHEN HEARING ABOUT MEDITATION, you may fret and feel mentally and physically inadequate to the task, and be reluctant to try. You may be tempted to think:

Fate has surely conspired against me. I can't possibly manage it. My duties and responsibilities both at home and at work make it difficult. There are all the social obligations, raising children and looking after grandchildren. If I waste time sitting with eyes closed in meditation, I'll never be able to keep up and make ends meet and I'll probably end up starving to death!

Thus, you become discouraged and miss a good opportunity. This way of thinking is buried deep within everyone's psyche. It may be just the sort of thinking that has prevented you from ridding yourself of dukkha all along; and it will continue to do so if you don't try to remedy it now.

Meditation is actually a way to counteract and alleviate all the mental irritations and difficulties that have plagued us for so long. Meditation is not unlike other methods used in the world to relieve pain and discomfort; like bathing when we feel hot, and putting on warm clothes or lighting a fire when we feel cold. When hungry, we eat and drink; when ill, we take medicine to relieve the symptoms. All these are methods that the world has used to relieve pain and discomfort over the ages without anyone ever dismissing them as being too burdensome or too difficult to do. People of every ethnic and social group are obliged to look after themselves in this way. Even animals have to take care of themselves by searching for food to alleviate their discomfort and survive from day to day. Similarly, mental development through meditation is a very important means of taking care of ourselves. It is work that we should be especially interested in because it deals directly with the mind, which is the central coordinator for all our actions.

The mind is in the front line when it comes to anything relating to ourselves. In other words, the citta is absolutely essential in everything. It has no choice but to accept the burden of responsibility in all circumstances without discrimination or hesitation. Whatever happens, the mind feels compelled to step in and immediately take charge, unfazed by ideas of good and bad or right and wrong. Although some situations are so depressing they're nearly unbearable, the mind still boldly rushes in to shoulder the burden, heedless of the risks and its own inherent limitations. More than that, it recites its litany of thoughts over and over again until eating and sleeping become almost impossible at times. Still, the mind charges ahead refusing to admit failure. When engaging in physical activity, we know our relative strengths and when the time is right to take a rest. But our mental activities never take a break – except briefly when we fall asleep. Even then, the mind insists on remaining active, subconsciously churning out countless dream images that continue overloading its capacity to cope. So the mind lives with a sense of intolerable dissatisfaction, never realizing that this dissatisfaction arises in direct relationship to its heavy work load and the unbearable mental aggravation it generates.

Because it is always embattled, the mind could well be called a 'warrior'. It struggles with what is good and it struggles with what is bad. Never pausing to reflect, it engages everything that comes along. Whatever preoccupations arise, it insists on confronting them all without exception, unwilling to let anything pass unchallenged. So it's appropriate to call the mind a 'warrior', since it recklessly confronts everything that comes across its path. If the mind does not come to terms with this dilemma while the body is still alive, it will keep on fighting these battles indefinitely, unable to extricate itself. Should the heart's endless desires be indulged in without Dhamma to act as a moderating influence, real happiness will always be out of reach, regardless of how abundant material wealth may be. Material wealth itself is not a true source of happiness, and can readily become a source of discontent for the heart lacking inner Dhamma to serve as an oasis of rest.

The wise have assured us that Dhamma is the power which oversees both material wealth and spiritual well-being. Regardless of how much or how little wealth we acquire, we will enjoy a sufficient measure of happiness if we possess some measure of Dhamma in our hearts. Unsupported by Dhamma and left to its own desires, the heart will be incapable of finding genuine happiness, even with a mountain of valuable possessions on hand. These are merely physical and emotional supports that intelligent people can use wisely for their own pleasure. If the heart is not intelligent in the way of Dhamma, or Dhamma is absent altogether, the place where we live will resemble a wasteland, no matter what our choice. The heart and all its wealth will then end up as just so much accumulated waste – stuff that is useless for our spiritual development.

When it comes to being stoic in the face of adversity, nothing is as tough and resilient as the heart. Receiving proper assistance, it becomes something marvelous in which we can take pride and satisfaction under all circumstances. From the time of birth to the present moment, we have exploited our hearts and minds – mercilessly. Were we to treat a car like we treat our minds, it would be pointless to take to a garage for repairs, for it would have become a pile of scrap metal long ago. Everything that we utilize must receive some sort of upkeep and repair to ensure that it continues providing useful service. The mind is no exception. It's an extremely important resource that should be well looked after and maintained, just as we do with all our other possessions.

Meditation is a therapy designed exclusively for the mind. All of us who are truly interested in taking responsibility for our minds – which, after all, are our most priceless possessions – should care for them in the correct and proper way. This means training our minds with suitable meditation techniques. To use the car comparison: it means examining the mind's various component parts to see if anything is defective or damaged; and then taking it into the garage for a spiritual overhaul. This entails sitting in meditation, examining the mental components, or sankhāras, that make up our thoughts; then determining whether the thoughts that surface are fundamentally good or harmful, adding fuel to the fires of pain and suffering. Thus, an investigation is undertaken to ascertain which thoughts have value and which are flawed. Then we should turn our attention to the physical components; that is, our bodies. Do our bodies keep improving with age or are they deteriorating as time goes by – the old year inevitably turning into a new one, over and over again? Does the body continue regenerating or does it inevitably wear down and grow older with each successive day? Should we be complacent about this by failing to mentally prepare ourselves while there's still time? Once we are dead, it will be too late to act. This is what meditation is all about: cautioning and instructing ourselves by examining our shortcomings to determine what areas need improvement. When we investigate constantly in this manner, either while sitting in meditation or while going about our daily tasks, the mind will remain calm and unperturbed. We will learn not to be arrogantly overconfident about life, and thus avoid fueling the flames of discontent. And we will know how to exercise proper moderation in our thoughts and deeds so that we don't forget ourselves and get caught up in things which may have disastrous consequences.

The benefits of meditation are too numerous to address, so Ācariya Mun kept his explanations to the lay audience at a level appropriate to their practice. His explanations to monks and novices were of a very different caliber. I have written down just enough here to give the flavor of his teaching. Some people may find that I've included certain things that seem excessive, or even distasteful; but the account would be incomplete if I did not convey all aspects of his teaching. I have made the effort to compile these teachings in the hope that the readers will encourage me with the benefit of their criticism. So you are welcome to criticize me for whatever you find to be inappropriate; but, please do not blame Ācariya Mun because he had no part in writing the book.

Ācariya Mun conducted higher Dhamma teaching only within the circle of his close disciples. But the author has somewhat of an irrepressible nature and cannot sit still; so, I have gone around, collecting oral accounts from all the ācariyas today who lived with Ācariya Mun in the past and are his disciples. I've recorded this information so that the reader may know something of his practice, even though it is not a complete account. Ācariya Mun's mode of practice was so uniquely resolute and uncompromising that one could surely say that none of his disciples can match him in the austerities he performed, the noble virtues he perfected, and the inner knowledge he so skillfully mastered. To this day he remains unexcelled.

ĀCARIYA MUN SAID that when he stayed in the forests and mountains of Udon Thani and Nong Khai, devas from the upper and lower realms occasionally came to hear Dhamma from him. Some groups came regularly every two weeks, others only once a month. Devas from that area did not come to see him nearly as often as those from Chiang Mai province. I shall relate those experiences in due course; but, for now, let me continue following the sequence of events so as not to confuse matters.

Ācariya Mun spoke of a huge city of nāgas, located under the mountain west of the Laotian city of Luang Prabang. While he lived there, the chief of those nāgas regularly brought his followers to hear Dhamma, occasionally in large numbers. The nāgas tended to ask far fewer questions of him than the devas of the upper and lower realms, who always had many questions for him. All these groups, however, listened to what he had to say with equal respect. During the time Ācariya Mun lived at the base of that mountain, the chief nāga came almost every night to visit him. Only on special occasions did he bring a large following; and in that case, Ācariya Mun always knew of their arrival in advance. Due to the remote location, he had little contact with people at that time, so he was able to be of particular service to the nāgas and devas. The nāgas did not visit very late at night – they came at maybe ten or eleven p.m. – which was probably due to his remote location. As a sign of their profound respect, the nāgas invited Ācariya Mun to remain living there out of compassion for them. They even arranged to protect him both day and night, taking turns to keep watch. They never came too close, maintaining a convenient distance always, yet close enough to observe anything that might happen. The devas, on the other hand, usually came later than the nāgas – at about one or two a.m. If he was living in the mountains, far from a village, the devas sometimes came earlier, say ten or eleven p.m. There was never a sure time, but normally the devas came after midnight.

DURING MIDDLE AGE, Ācariya Mun's normal daily routine was as follows: After the meal he walked meditation until noon and then took a short rest. Rested, he sat in meditation for an hour and a half before continuing his walking meditation until four p.m. After that, he swept the area around his dwelling, bathed, and again practiced walking meditation until about seven or eight p.m., when he entered his hut to sit again. If it did not rain after seated meditation, he walked again, until late at night. Or, if it was already very late, he retired for the night. He normally retired at eleven p.m. and awoke at three a.m. Ācariya Mun usually knew in advance when the devas would visit. If they were going to arrive later than midnight, he rested before receiving them. If they were expected to arrive between eleven p.m. and midnight, he first entered into samādhi and waited there for them. This is the daily routine that he maintained throughout that period of his life.

WHEN BOTH HEAVENLY and terrestrial devas wished to come on the same night, Ācariya Mun would receive the first group, give them a Dhamma talk, answer their questions, and then tell them that another group was soon coming. The first group then left in a timely manner and the other devas entered from where they'd been respectfully waiting at a distance. He then began speaking to the second group, discoursing on a Dhamma theme he deemed suitable for their temperament and level of understanding. Sometimes the chief of the deva group requested a certain topic. Ācariya Mun then focused his attention on that specific Dhamma theme. When he felt his heart in possession of this knowledge, he began his discourse. Sometimes the deva leader requested a discourse on a sutta, using an archaic title with which Ācariya Mun was unfamiliar. So Ācariya Mun asked and was told the present-day title. Usually Ācariya Mun could figure out for himself the suttas that were being requested; but occasionally he had to ask for clarification. At other times, the devas requested a sutta by a title of which he felt certain. But, as soon as he began to elucidate it, they informed him that he had made a mistake; that it was not the one they requested. To refresh his memory, they recited some verses from the sutta. After one or two verses he could usually remember it correctly. He began his discourse only when he was sure he had the right topic.

On rare occasions, the devas from the upper and lower realms all came to listen to Dhamma at the same time as the nāgas. This is not unlike various groups of humans all showing up to visit a teacher simultaneously. When this happened often, he scheduled their arrivals at different times for the convenience of all concerned. According to Ācariya Mun, even though he lived deep in the forests and mountains, he did not have much free time because he had to deal with so many groups of devas from different realms of existence. If on a particular night no devas from the celestial realms came to see him, then there were bound to be terrestrial devas from one location or another; so, he had little free time at night. Fortunately, there were few human visitors in those remote places. If he stayed near a village or a town, however, then human inhabitants from the area came to see him. He received these people in the afternoon or early evening, teaching the monks and novices afterwards.

The Difference is in the Heart   

Having written about the devas, I shall now write about the human visitors who came to see Ācariya Mun. Being human, I am also included in this matter; but I still wish to apologize to the reader if there is anything unappealing or inappropriate in what follows. In some ways I have an incurably roguish character, as you will no doubt notice. However, I feel it necessary to record truthfully what Ācariya Mun told his disciples privately. I ask for your forgiveness, but I include this so that you may compare humans and devas and learn something from it.

Ācariya Mun said there was a great difference between humans and devas in the way they communicated with him and listened to his discourses on Dhamma. Devas of every realm, from the highest to the lowest, are able to comprehend the meaning in a discussion of Dhamma much more easily than their human counterparts. And when the discussion is over, their exclamations of approval – "sādhu, sādhu, sādhu" – echo throughout the spiritual universe. Devas of every realm have enormous respect for monks; not one of them shows any sign of impropriety. When coming to listen to a monk discourse on Dhamma, their comportment is always calm, orderly, and exquisitely graceful. Human beings, on the other hand, never really understand the meaning of a Dhamma discourse – even after repeated explanations. Not only do they fail to grasp the meaning, but some are even critical of the speaker, thinking: What is he talking about? I can't understand a thing. He's not as good as that other monk. Some who themselves have previously ordained as monks cannot keep their gross kilesas from surfacing, boasting: When I was ordained I could give a much better talk than this. I made those listening laugh a lot so they didn't get tired and sleepy. I had a special rapport with the audience which kept them howling with laughter. Still others think: It's rumored that this monk knows the thoughts of others. So whatever we think, he knows immediately. Why, then, doesn't he know what I'm thinking right now? If he knows, he should give some sign – at least indirectly, by saying that this or that person shouldn't think in such and such a way because it's wrong. Then we would know if he deserves his reputation. Some people come ready to find fault so they can show off their own cleverness. These types are not interested in Dhamma at all. Expounding Dhamma in their presence is like pouring water on a dog's back – they immediately shake it all off, leaving not a drop behind.

Ācariya Mun would often laugh when talking about this type of person, probably because he was amused by his occasional encounters with such 'clever' people. He said that some people who came to see him were so opinionated they could barely walk, the burden of their conceit being much heavier than that which an ordinary mortal could carry. Their conceit was so enormous that he was more inclined to feel trepidation than pity for them, which made him disinclined to talk to them about Dhamma. Still, there were certain social situations where this was unavoidable, so he struggled to say something. But as he was about to speak, the Dhamma seemed to vanish and he could think of nothing to say. It was as if Dhamma could not compete with such overbearing conceit – and so, it fled. All that remained was his body, sitting like a lifeless doll, being stuck with pins, and ignored by everyone as though he had no feelings. At such times, no Dhamma arose for discourse, and he simply sat like a tree stump. In cases like that, where would the Dhamma come from?

Ācariya Mun used to laugh as he described those situations to his disciples, but there were some in his audience who actually trembled. Since they weren't feverish and the weather wasn't cold, we can only assume that they were shuddering from feelings of trepidation. Ācariya Mun said that he would not teach very conceited individuals unless absolutely necessary because his discourse could actually turn into something toxic for the heart of someone who listened without any feeling of respect. The Dhamma that Ācariya Mun possessed was truly of the highest order and of enormous value to those who established their hearts in the principle of goodwill, not considering themselves superior to Dhamma in any way. This is a very important point to keep in mind. Every effect has its cause. When many people sit together listening to a Dhamma talk, there will be some who feel so uncomfortably hot they almost melt and there will be others who are so cool they feel as if they are floating in the air. The difference, the cause, is right there in the heart. Everything else is inconsequential. There was simply no way he could help lighten the burden of someone whose heart refused to accept Dhamma. One might think that if teaching them doesn't actually do any good, it also would not do any harm. But that's not really the case, for such people will always persist in doing things which have harmful repercussions – regardless of what anyone says. So it's not easy to teach human beings. Even with a small group of people, invariably there were just enough noxious characters among them to be a nuisance. But rather than feel annoyed like most people, Ācariya Mun would simply drop the matter and leave them to their fate. When no way could be found to help reform such people, Ācariya Mun regarded it simply as the nature of their kamma.

There were those who came to him with the virtuous intention of searching for Dhamma, trusting in the good consequences of their actions – and these he greatly sympathized with – though they were far and few between. However, those who were not looking for anything useful and had no restraint were legion, so Ācariya Mun preferred to live in the forests and mountains where the environment was pleasant and his heart was at ease. In those places he could practice to the limit without being concerned with external disturbances. Wherever he cast his glance, whatever he thought about, Dhamma was involved, bringing a clear sense of relief. Watching the forest animals, such as monkeys, languars, and gibbons, swinging and playing through the trees and listening to them call to one another across the forest gave rise to a pleasant inner peacefulness. He need not be concerned with their attitude toward him as they ran about in search of food. In this deep solitude, he felt refreshed and cheerful in every aspect of his life. Had he died then, he would have been perfectly comfortable and contented. This is dying the truly natural way: having come alone, he would depart alone. Invariably all the Arahants pass into Nibbāna in this way, as their hearts do not retain any confusion or agitation. They have only the one body, the onecitta, and a single focus of attention. They don't rush out looking for dukkha and they don't accumulate emotional attachments to weigh them down. They live as Noble Ones and they depart as Noble Ones. They never get entangled with things that cause anxiety and sorrow in the present. Being spotlessly pure, they maintain a detachment from all emotional objects. Which stands in sharp contrast to the way people act in the world: the heavier their heart's burden, the more they add and increase their load. As for Noble Ones, the lighter their load, the more they relinquish, until there's nothing left to unload. They then dwell in that emptiness, even though the heart that knows that emptiness remains – there is simply no more loading and unloading to be done. This is known as attaining the status of someone who is 'out of work', meaning that the heart has no more work left to do in the sāsana. Being 'out of work' in this way is actually the highest form of happiness. This is quite different from worldly affairs, where unemployment for someone with no means of making a living signifies increased misery.

Ācariya Mun related many differences between devas and humans, but I've recorded here only those which I remember and those which I think would benefit the discerning reader. Perhaps these asides, such as the deva episodes, should all be presented together in one section according to the subject matter. But Ācariya Mun's encounters with such phenomena stretched over a long period of time and I feel it necessary to follow his life story as sequentially as possible. There will be more accounts about devas later; but I dare not combine the different episodes because the object is to have the parallel threads of the story converge at the same point. I ask forgiveness if the reader suffers any inconvenience.

What Ācariya Mun said about devas and humans refers to these groups as they existed many years before, since Ācariya Mun, whose reflections are recorded here, died over 20 years ago. The devas and humans of that age have most probably changed following the universal law of impermanence. There remains only the 'modern' generation who have probably received some mental training and improved their conduct accordingly. As for the contentious people whom Ācariya Mun encountered in his life, probably such people no longer exist to clutter up the nation and the religion. Since then, there has been so much improvement in the education system; and well-educated people aren't likely to harbor such vulgar ambitions. This affords people today some relief.

AFTER LIVING AND TEACHING the monks and the local population in the Udon Thani and Nong Khai areas for a considerable time, Ācariya Mun moved eastward to the province of Sakon Nakhon. He traveled through the small villages in the forests and mountains of the Warichabhum, Phang Khon, Sawang Dan Din, Wanon Niwat, and Akat Amnuay districts. He then wandered to Nakhon Phanom through the district of Sri Songkhram, passing through the villages of Ban Sam Phong, Ban Non Daeng, Ban Dong Noi, and Ban Kham Nokkok. All these places were deep in the wilderness and infested with malaria, which, when caught, was very difficult to cure: a person could be infected the better part of a year and still not fully recover. Assuming one did not die, living through it was still a torment. As I've already mentioned, malaria was called 'the fever the in-laws despise', because those who suffered chronically from this illness were still able to walk around and eat, but unable to do any work. Some became permanent invalids. The villagers in that area, as well as the monks and novices who lived in the same forests, were frequently victims of malaria. Some even died from it. For three years Ācariya Mun spent successive rains retreats in the area around Ban Sam Phong village. During that time quite a few monks died of the illness. Generally, those monks were from cultivated areas where there was little malaria – such as the provinces of Ubon, Roy Et, and Sarakham – so they were not used to the forests and mountains. They could not live easily in those forests with Ācariya Mun because they couldn't tolerate the malaria. They had to leave during the rainy season, spending their retreat near villages that were surrounded by fields.

Ācariya Mun recounted that when he gave evening Dhamma talks to the monks and novices near the village of Sam Phong, a nāga from the Songkhran River came to listen almost every time. If he failed to arrive at the hour when the discourse took place, he would come later when Ācariya Mun sat in samādhi. The devas from the upper and lower realms came only periodically, and not as often as they did when he stayed in the provinces of Udon Thani or Nong Khai. They were always particular about coming on the three holiest observance days of the rains retreat – the first, the middle and the last day. No matter where Ācariya Mun lived, whether in towns or cities, the devas always came from one realm or another to hear his Dhamma. This was true in the city of Chiang Mai while he was staying at Wat Chedi Luang monastery.

The Well-digging Incident   

A strange incident occurred while he was staying near the village of Ban Sam Phong. It was the dry season. About 60 to 70 monks and novices were living there, and there was not enough clean water available. The monks held a meeting with the villagers and decided that they would have to dig the existing well deeper in order to acquire a clean, adequate supply. After the decision was made, a senior monk requested permission from Ācariya Mun to proceed with the work. After listening to the request, Ācariya Mun remained quiet for a moment before he answered sternly in a rough voice, "No, it could be dangerous." That was all he said. The senior monk was puzzled by the words "it could be dangerous." After paying his respects to Ācariya Mun, he related the conversation to the monks and the lay people. Instead of agreeing with Ācariya Mun, they decided to proceed secretly with the plan.

The well was some distance from the monastery. At noon, when they thought Ācariya Mun was resting, they quietly went out to dig. They had not dug very deep when the earth around the top edge gave way and collapsed into the well, leaving a gaping hole at ground level and ruining the well with loose earth. Everyone was terrified: Having disrespectfully ignored Ācariya Mun's warning, and showing a lack of mindfulness by failing to call off the project, they had caused the earth to cave in, almost killing someone in the process. They were afraid he would find out what they had done against his express wishes. They were extremely worried and felt chastened by their error. Together they quickly gathered wood to repair the mouth of the well, praying all the while for Ācariya Mun's assistance in their efforts to dig out the loose earth and restore the well for use again. Fortunately, once they appealed for Ācariya Mun's help, everything was put into good order with amazing ease so that some of them even ended up smiling.

As soon as the work was completed everyone fled the scene, afraid that Ācariya Mun might suddenly show up. Back in the monastery the monks and novices remained in a state of constant anxiety about what they had done. The closer it came to the evening meeting, the more apprehensive they became. They could all vividly remember Ācariya Mun's scoldings in the past when something of this nature had happened. Sometimes when they did something inappropriate and then forgot, Ācariya Mun knew and eventually brought it up as a way of teaching a lesson. The well incident was a serious misdeed that was committed by the whole monastery behind his back. How could he possibly have not known about it? They were all certain that he knew and that he was bound to mention it that evening, or at the latest, the very next morning. They were preoccupied with these uncomfortable feelings for the rest of the day.

As it turned out, when the time arrived no meeting was called. Instead of scolding them, Ācariya Mun mentioned nothing about the incident. Ācariya Mun was very astute in teaching his disciples. He knew very well about the incident and about many other mistakes made by the monks and novices. But he also knew about their anxiety. Since they obviously realized their mistake, scolding them at this point would have needlessly increased their deep remorse.

Ācariya Mun's early morning routine was to rise from seated meditation at dawn, then do walking meditation until it was time to put on his robes at the meeting hall before going for alms. The next morning, when Ācariya Mun left his walking path and entered the meeting hall, the monks were still worried about how he would deal with them. While they waited in anxious anticipation, Ācariya Mun turned the whole affair around by speaking gently and in a comforting manner designed to relieve their distress:

"We came here to study Dhamma. We should not be unreasonably audacious, nor should we be excessively afraid. Anyone can make a mistake – the value lies in recognizing our mistakes. The Lord Buddha made mistakes before us. He realized where he had gone wrong and strove to correct his errors as soon as he became aware of them. This kind of intention is noble, but still through ignorance mistakes can happen. From now on you should all take care to control yourselves under all circumstances. Using mindfulness at all times to watch out for oneself is the way of the wise."

That was all he said. He just smiled broadly at the monks in a disarming way and took them on almsround as usual. There was no meeting later that evening, Ācariya Mun merely told everyone to be diligent in their practice. Three nights passed without a meeting. All during that time the monks and novices were still scared he would scold them about the well-digging incident. On the fourth night a meeting was called. But again, no mention was made of the incident, as though he knew nothing about it.

A long time later, after everyone had forgotten about the matter, it quite unexpectedly cropped up. No one had ever told him about the mishap, for the whole affair had been hushed up. Ācariya Mun himself never went to the well, which was quite a distance from the monastery. He began a Dhamma discourse as he usually did, speaking about various aspects of a monk's practice, about being reasonable and about having respect for the teacher and Dhamma. These, he said, led to the correct behavior of those coming to train and practice under a teacher. He stressed that they should especially take the issue of cause and effect very seriously, for this was the true Dhamma:

"Although you're constantly under pressure from your desires, you shouldn't allow them to surface and intrude into the sphere of practice.

Otherwise, they will destroy Dhamma, the tried and true way to go beyond dukkha, gradually spoiling all of your hopes. Never should you go against Dhamma, the monastic discipline, or the word of a respected teacher, as this is equivalent to destroying yourselves. Disobedience merely gives impetus to those bad habits which are destructive to you and others as well. The earth around that well was more than just clay. There was also sand underneath. Digging too deeply can cause the sand, then the clay to collapse into the well, possibly burying and killing someone. That was why I forbade it. I thoroughly investigate everything before giving or refusing permission for any type of work. Those who are here for training should consider this. Some matters are exclusively internal, and I don't feel it necessary to reveal every aspect of them.

"What I did reveal was clear enough for you to understand; so why did you behave as if you didn't? When I forbid something, you go ahead and do it anyway. If I tell you to do something, you do the opposite. This was not a matter of misunderstanding – you understood perfectly well. Being contrary like this displays the stubborn side of your character, dating from the time you lived with your parents who tolerated it just to keep you happy. It has now become an ingrained characteristic, buried deep inside monks who are now adults. To make matters worse, you flaunt it in the face of your teacher and the spiritual life you lead. Stubbornness in a monk of your age is unforgivable and cannot be tolerated as mere childish behavior. It deserves a stern reprimand. If you persist in being stubborn, it will further entrench this unfortunate trait in you, so that you will be appropriately branded as 'obstinate dhutanga monks'. Thus all your requisites should be labeled 'the belongings of an obstinate monk.' This monk is stubborn, that monk is shameless, the monk over there is dazed – until the whole monastery ends up doggedly disobedient. And I end up with nothing but hardheaded students. Once obstinacy becomes the norm, the world will break up from the strain and the sāsana will surely be reduced to ruin. Which of you still want to be a hardheaded monk? Is there anyone here who wants me to be a teacher of hardheaded monks? If so, go back tomorrow and dig out that well again, so the earth can collapse and bury you there. Then you will be reborn in a hardheaded heavenly paradise where the devas can all come and admire your true greatness. Surely no group of devas, including those in the brahma realms, have ever seen or lived in such a peculiar paradise."

After that the tone of his voice became gentler, as did the theme of his talk, enabling his audience to wholeheartedly reflect on the error of their stubborn disobedience. During the talk, it seemed as if everyone had forgotten to breathe. Once the talk was over and the meeting adjourned, the monks excitedly questioned one another to find out who might have dared inform Ācariya Mun of the incident, prompting this severe scolding which nearly made them faint. Everyone denied informing him, as each dreaded a scolding as much as another. The incident passed without a definitive answer to how Ācariya Mun knew.

SINCE HIS TIME AT SARIKA CAVE, Ācariya Mun possessed a mastery of psychic skills concerning all sorts of phenomena. Over the years, his proficiency grew to such an extent that there seemed to be no limit to his abilities. As the monks living with him were well aware of these abilities, they took strict care to be mentally self-controlled at all times. They couldn't afford to let their minds wander carelessly because their errant thoughts could become the subject of a Dhamma talk they might receive at the evening meeting. They needed to be especially vigilant during the meeting when Ācariya Mun was actually speaking to them. In those brief moments when he stopped speaking – perhaps to catch his breath, perhaps to observe something – if he detected any stray thought among the monks, he immediately made an issue of it. The tone of his voice changed dramatically as he mimicked the unmindful thoughts of one of those present. Although Ācariya Mun did not mention anyone by name, his tone immediately startled that individual who became quite frightened to ever dare think like that again.

Another time to be careful was when they followed him on alms-round. Those who were unmindful then were bound to hear about their wayward thoughts at the next meeting. Sometimes it was very embarrassing to have to listen to a talk on one's own wayward thoughts as other monks cast sidelong glances around the assembly, not knowing who among them was being reprimanded. But once discovered, all the monks and novices tended to react similarly in a positive manner. Instead of feeling angry or disappointed after leaving the meeting, all would appear cheerful and content; some even laughed as they inquired of each other: "Who was it today? Who got caught today?" It's remarkable how honest they were with their fellow monks about their errant thoughts. Instead of trying to keep his indiscretion a secret, the guilty monk would confess as soon as someone asked: "I'm really stubborn and I couldn't help thinking about ... even though I knew I was bound to get told off for thinking like that. When those thoughts came up, I forgot all about my fear of Ācariya Mun and just felt full of myself thinking such crazy thoughts. I deserved exactly what I got. It will teach me a good lesson about losing my self-control."

I would like to apologize to the reader because I don't feel very comfortable about writing down some of these matters. But these stories are factual – they actually happened. The decision to include them was a difficult one to make. But if what I recount is the truth, it should be all right. It could be compared to a situation in which a monk confesses to a disciplinary offense as a means of eliminating any sense of guilt or anxiety about its recurrence in the future. Thus, I would like to relate a few incidents from the past to serve as food for thought for all of you whose thoughts may cause you similar problems.

In most cases, practicing monks received a severe rebuke from Ācariya Mun because of affairs pertaining to external sense objects. For example, sights and sounds are the most likely sense impressions to cause trouble. And the most likely occasion for monks to be scolded was the morning almsround. Walking to the village for alms is an essential duty of every monk. On these occasions, monks encounter sights and sounds, and are bound to think about them. Some become so infatuated with what they encounter that their thoughts swirl into disarray without their actual knowledge. These are the primary causes of mental distraction, enticing the mind even when one has no desire to think about them. By the time a monk regained mindfulness, it was time for the evening meeting and the tongue-lashing he received would prompt him to try to be more controlled. After a time, he again encountered the same enticing objects and reopened the sore. Upon returning to the monastery, he would receive another dose of 'strong medicine', in the form of another scolding, to apply to his sore. A great many monks and novices lived with Ācariya Mun and most of them had such festering sores. If one monk didn't get a dose of his medicine then another did. They went to the village and were confronted by attractive sights and sounds until they were unable to stay out of trouble. Consequently, upon their return to the monastery, when the opportunity arose, Ācariya Mun would have another go at them. It's natural for someone with kilesas to have a mixture of good and bad thoughts. Ācariya Mun did not give a lecture for every bad thought. What he criticized was the tendency to think in harmful ways. He wanted them to think in terms of Dhamma, using mindfulness and wisdom, so that they could free themselves from dukkha. He found that, instead of easing their teacher's burden with rightful thinking, monks preferred to think in ways that troubled him. Since many such monks lived with him, there were scoldings nearly every evening.

All of this serves to illustrate that Ācariya Mun's subtle ability to know the thoughts of others was very real.[62] As for those reprehensible thoughts, they did not arise intentionally but accidentally, due to occasional lapses in mindfulness. Nevertheless, as a teacher imparting knowledge and skill to his students, Ācariya Mun quickly sounded a warning when he noticed something inappropriate, so that the perpetrator could become conscious of his lapse and learn to be more self-controlled in the future. He did not want his students to get trapped into such thinking again, for it promotes habitual thought patterns that lead directly to misfortune.

Ācariya Mun's teaching for the monks was thoroughly meticulous, showing great attention to detail. The rules of monastic discipline were taught in detail and samādhi and wisdom, belonging to the higher Dhamma, were taught in even greater depth. During the time he lived in Sarika Cave, he had already begun to master all levels of samādhi and all intermediate levels of wisdom. As for the highest levels of wisdom, I shall write about them later in the story when Ācariya Mun's practice finally reached that stage. After continuing his training in the Northeast region for a while longer, he became even more proficient. This enabled him to use his expertise to teach the monks about all levels of samādhi, plus the intermediate levels of wisdom. They in turn listened intently to his expositions, which never deviated from the authentic principles of samādhi and wisdom.

Ācariya Mun's samādhi was strange and quite extraordinary, whether it was khaṇika samādhi, upacāra samādhi or appanā samādhi.[63] When his citta entered into khaṇika samādhi, it remained only for a moment, and instead of returning to its normal state, it then withdrew and entered upacāra samādhi. In that state, he came into contact with a countless variety of external phenomena. Sometimes he was involved with ghosts, sometimes devas, sometimes nāgas – innumerable worlds of existence were contacted by this type of samādhi. It was this access level samādhi that Ācariya Mun used to receive visitors whose forms were invisible to normal sight and whose voices were inaudible to normal hearing. Sometimes his citta floated up out of his body and went off to look at the heavenly realms and the different levels of the brahma world; then, it traveled down into the regions of hell to look at the multitude of beings tormented by the results of their own kamma.

The terms 'going up' and 'going down' are relative, conventional figures of speech, referring to the behavior of gross physical bodies. They have very little in common with the behavior of thecitta, which is something so subtle that it is beyond temporal comparison. In terms of the physical body, going up and going down require a degree of earnest effort, but in terms of thecitta, they are merely figures of speech with no degree of effort involved. When we say that the heavens, the brahma realms, and Nibbāna are progressively 'higher' and more refined levels of existence or that the realms of hell consist of progressively 'lower' levels of existence, we are in fact using a physical, material standard to measure that which exists in a spiritual, psychic dimension. We might say that hell and heaven, which are considered to be lower and higher respectively, are in some respects analogous to hardened criminals and petty offenders who live together in the same prison, which itself is located in a community of law-abiding citizens. There's no distinction in kind between the two types of prisoners because they all live together in the same prison. And there's no distinction in kind between them and law-abiding citizens because they are all human beings living on the same land in the same country. What distinguishes them is the fact that they've been kept separated.

At least the prison inmates and the general public can use their normal sense faculties to be aware of each other. But beings in the different spheres of existence are unaware of each other. Those living in the hell realms are unable to perceive those who are in the heavenly realms; and vice versa. Both groups are unable to perceive the brahma world. And human beings, in turn, are unaware of all who are in these different realms of existence. Even though the flows of consciousness from each of these beings intermingle constantly as they pass through one another's sphere of existence, they are as oblivious of others as if theirs is the only group in existence.

Ordinarily, our minds are unable to know the thoughts of others. Because of this inability, we might then reason that they do not really exist. No matter how persistent these denials might be, we would be wrong because all living beings possess a mind. Even though we are not aware of the thoughts of other beings, we have no right to deny that they exist simply because we can't perceive them. We cannot afford to hold hostage within the limitations of our sense faculties the existence of things which are too subtle to see and hear. If we do, we are just fooling ourselves.

When we say that the heavens and the brahma worlds are arranged vertically in a series of realms, one shouldn't understand this in the gross material sense – such as, a house with many stories requiring the use of stairs or an elevator. These realms exist in a spiritual dimension and they are ascended in the spiritual sense by spiritual means: that is, by the heart which has developed this sort of capability through the practice of virtue. When we say that hell is 'down below', this does not mean descending into an abyss. Rather, it refers to descent by spiritual means to a spiritual destination. And those who are able to observe the hell realms do so by virtue of their own internal psychic faculties. But those beings who 'fall' into these realms do so through the power of their own evil kamma. They remain there, experiencing whatever torment and agony is imposed on them by their own misdeeds, until they have completed their punishment and are released, in the same way that prison inmates are released at the end of their sentences.

From the very beginning of Ācariya Mun's practice, upacāra samādhi and khaṇika samādhi were bound together because the nature of his citta was inherently active and adventurous. As soon as his citta entered khaṇika samādhi, it instantly began to roam and experience the different phenomena existing in the sphere of upacāra. So he trained himself in samādhi until he was proficient enough to make his citta stay still or go out to experience various phenomena as he wished. From then on it was easy for him to practice the samādhi of his choice. For instance, he could enter momentarily into khaṇika samādhi and then move out to access samādhi in order to experience various phenomena, or he could focus intensively and enter into the full absorption of appanā samādhi, where he would rest for as long as necessary. Appanā samādhi is a state of perfect calm that's absolutely serene and peaceful. Because of this, meditators may become attached to it. Ācariya Mun said that he was attached to this type of samādhi for awhile, but not for long, since he was by nature inclined toward wisdom. So he was able to resolve this matter himself and find a way out before complacency set in.

Anyone who is transfixed in appanā samādhi will make slow progress if they do not try to apply wisdom to examine it. Because it fills one with such happiness, many meditators are held fast by this kind of samādhi. A strong, lingering attachment forms, and the meditator yearns for more, overwhelming any inclination to examine things with wisdom, which is the way to eradicate all kilesas. Meditators who fail to receive timely advice from a wise person will be reluctant to disengage themselves and realize the path of wisdom. When the citta remains attached for a long time in such samādhi, conceits of various kinds may develop; such as, believing that this calm and happy state is none other than Nibbāna, the end of dukkha. In truth, when the citta 'converges' into the one-pointedness of appanā samādhi so that its focal point is experienced with the utmost clarity, it dwells fully absorbed in serene happiness. But, the kilesas that cause birth in all realms of existence simultaneously converge at the same focal point as well. If wisdom is not used to penetrate and destroy those kilesas, there is no doubt that future rebirths will take place. Therefore, regardless of the level of samādhi one practices, wisdom should be incorporated into the practice as well. This is especially true of appanā samādhi. Otherwise, the citta will only experience tranquility without evincing a capacity for resourcefulness and discernment.

BY THE TIME OF HIS SECOND TRIP to the Northeast, Ācariya Mun was well-experienced in the intermediate level of wisdom, since sufficient wisdom is necessary for having advanced to the Anāgāmī level of Dhamma. Otherwise, he would not have been capable of effective investigation at that level. Before reaching that level, one must employ wisdom to successfully pass through body contemplation. This requires seeing the attractive as well as the repulsive aspects of the body without getting caught up in either extreme.[64] The citta uses wisdom to isolate the attractive and repulsive aspects and then passes through the midpoint where these two extremes meet, having resolved all doubt and attachment concerning the body. This passage, however, is nothing more than a transitional stage along the way. It is analogous to taking an examination and passing with the minimum requirement, necessitating further study to achieve the maximum grade. Those who have penetrated to the Anāgāmī level of understanding must still train their wisdom until it reaches an even more refined degree of expertise before it can be said that they are full-fledged Anāgāmīs. Should such a person then die, he would immediately be reborn in the fifth or akaniṭṭha plane of the brahma world without having to pass through the four lower brahma planes.

Ācariya Mun recounted how he was delayed at that level for quite some time because he had no one to advise him. As he struggled to familiarize himself with the Anāgāmī level of practice, he had to be very careful not to make any mistakes. He knew from his experience in analyzing subtle aspects of Dhamma that the kilesas might undermine his efforts, for they were as equally subtle as the mindfulness and wisdom he was using to counter them. This made it very difficult to penetrate each successive level of Dhamma. He said it was absolutely incredible how hard he struggled to negotiate that dense, thorny thicket. Before he made his way through to come and kindly teach the rest of us, he suffered great hardship, making the arduous journey all alone.

When the occasion was right, he used to describe this part of his practice to us. I myself was moved to tears in two instances while listening to his description of the terrible ordeal he faced at that time, and the amazingly subtle and profound nature of the Dhamma he attained. I wondered whether I had enough inherent virtue to enable me to crawl along in his footsteps, or whether I was destined to go the way of ordinary people in the world. But his words were very encouraging and always helped to sustain my resolve to persevere. Ācariya Mun said that whenever he accelerated his efforts to apply wisdom, his citta became weary of association with others and he became even more committed to his meditation practice. He knew at that stage that his practice still needed strengthening; yet he felt obliged to stay and train his disciples so that they might also develop some Dhamma principles in their hearts.

ĀCARIYA MUN LIVED for three or four years in the area of Ban Sam Phong village in Sri Songkhram district, Nakhon Phanom province. He spent one year at Ban Huay Sai village in Kham Cha-ee district of the same province, as well as the villages of Nong Sung and Khok Klang. He particularly liked staying in those places since they were all very mountainous. Nearby in the Pak Kut mountains were many devas – and tigers there were particularly abundant. When night descended, tigers would wander around his living area while the devas came to rejoice in hearing the Dhamma.

In the middle of the night, the roars of huge tigers echoed through the forest close to where he lived. On some nights a whole host of them roared together, much like a crowd of people yelling back and forth to one another. When the terrifying sounds of those enormous cats resounded through the darkness, the effect was indeed very frightening. There were nights when the monks and novices failed to get any sleep, fearing that the tigers would come to snatch and devour them. Ācariya Mun cleverly found ways to use their fear of tigers to spur the monks to practice diligently. Rather enigmatically, he would say: "Anyone who's efforts are lazy – watch out! The tigers in this mountain range really love lazy monks. They find them especially tasty eating! So if you want to avoid becoming a tasty meal for a tiger, you had better be diligent. You see, tigers are actually afraid of anyone who's diligently striving, so they won't eat that person." After hearing this, all the monks redoubled their efforts as though their very lives depended on it. They forced themselves to go out and do walking meditation, despite the roar of tigers all around the vicinity. Although they remained afraid, they believed what Ācariya Mun told them: that lazy monks could expect to be a tiger's next meal.

Their precarious situation was made even worse by the fact that they didn't have huts as they would in a monastery – only small platforms just big enough to sleep on which were very low to the ground. If a tiger became hungry there'd be no contest. Ācariya Mun related that on some nights huge tigers wandered into the monk's area, but then simply walked harmlessly past. He knew that tigers normally would not dare do anything for the devas were always on guard. When devas came for a Dhamma talk, they mentioned to him that they were protecting the area and would not let anything trouble the monks or cause them harm. Those devas also invited Ācariya Mun to remain in the area for a long time.

In truth, Ācariya Mun's admonition to the monks was simply a means of arousing fear so that they would take an increased interest in their practice. As for the tigers, they seemed to know that the monks' living area was a safe haven. Various kinds of wild animals, too, felt no need to be wary of hunters entering the monks' vicinity, for when the villagers knew where Ācariya Mun was staying, they rarely dared to hunt the area. They were concerned about the dreadful moral consequences. They were terrified that if anyone shot a gun in that area it would explode in his hands and kill him. Strangely enough, whenever he went to stay in an area teeming with tigers, those beasts would stop killing the domesticated cows and buffaloes around the local villages. Nobody knew where they went to obtain their food. These remarkable incidents were related by Ācariya Mun himself and later confirmed by many villagers in those localities where he had stayed.

Ein fehlerloses menschliches Wesen   

Ein anderer geheimnisvoller Vorfall ereignete sich, als eine Versammlung von Devas Ācariya Mun besuchte. Deren Anführer begann eine Unterhaltung mit ihm, indem er ausführte:

"Eurer Verbleib hier, hat viel Erfreuen in all den Devas verursacht. Wir alle genießen einen außergewöhnliches Maß an Glück, wegen Eurer allumfassenden Aura aus mitfühlender Liebe, die durch die Himmel dringt, und sich über die Erde verbreitet. Diese Aura, die von Euch ausgeht, ist unbeschreiblich und wundervoll, über Vergleiche hinausgehend. Deshalb wissen wir immer wo Ihr seid. Diese Aura des Dhammas, die von Euch ausströmt, strahlt in alle Richtungen hinaus. Wenn Ihr das Dhamma den Mönchen, Novizen und Laien lehrt, hallt der Klang Eurer Stimme selbst durch die höheren und niedrigeren Reiche. Wo immer Devas leben, hören sie Ihre Stimme, nur die Toten sind ihr gegenüber taub."

Ich möchte etwas mehr über diese Unterhaltung zwischen Ācariya Mun und den Deva schreiben. Auch wenn ich mich nicht für die Fehlerfreiheit verbürgen kann, hörte ich es dennoch von einer zuverlässigen Quelle. Ācariya Mun begann die Unterhaltung mit dieser Frage: "Wenn meine Stimme wirklich so widerhallt, wie Ihr sagt, warum hören sie dann menschliche Wesen nicht ebenfalls?"

Der Anführer der Devas erwiderte:

"Was würden Menschen über moralische Tugend wissen? Sie würden sich nicht viel darum kümmern. Sie nutzen deren sechs Sinne um schlechtes Kamma zu tun, und erzeugen Bedingungen für die Hölle in sich selbst. Sie tun diese von dem Tag an, als sie geboren wurden, bis zu dem Tag an, an dem sie sterben. Sie sind nicht annähernd so bedacht über moralische Angelegenheiten, wie sie, entsprechend deren Status als Menschen , sein sollten. Da sind wahrlich nur sehr wenige, die daran interessiert sind deren Sinne in einer moralisch sinnvollen Weise zu verwenden. Deren Ausmaß an moralischer Tugend in deren Leben, ist wirklich sehr beschränkt. Vergleichsweise: in der Zeit, die es einem menschlichen Wesen in Anspruch nimmt, wiederholt zehn oder selbst hundert Mal zu sterben und geboren zu werden, ist der durchschnittliche Deva jetzt nicht ein einziges Mal gestorben. Nicht zu sprechen von den Brahmas, Devas die ein außergewöhnlich langes Leben haben. Die Bevölkerung der Menschenart ist riesig, und das bedeutet daher, daß die Große der Nachlässigkeit ebenfalls riesig ist, den jene die gewissenhaft sind, sind nur wenige unter ihnen. Von Menschen wird angenommen, die Sāsana zu beschützen, und gleichzeitig wissen die Leute wirklich wenig über die Sāsana, oder die moralische Erhabenheit, Bescheid.

"Schlechte Leute kennen nur Schlechtes. Deren einzige Behauptung Menschen zu sein, kommt aus der Tatsache, daß sie atmen. Sobald deren Atmen stoppt, sind sie unverzüglich unter der Last ihrer eigenen Schwäche begraben. Die Devas wissen dies. Warum sollten sie auch nicht. Es ist kein Geheimnis. Wenn eine Person stirbt, sind Mönche eingeladen, glücksverheißende Verse des Dhammas, für den Dahingeschiedenen, zu rezitieren. Warum wurde eine schlechte Person diesen zuhören? Ab dem ausschlaggebenden Moment des Todes, ist ihr Bewußtsein völlig an ihrem schlechten Kamma gebunden. Welche Möglichkeit hätte sie also dazu zukommen dem Dhamma zuzuhören? Selbst als sie am Leben war, war sie nicht interessiert. Nur Lebende können Dhamma hören, wenn sie das Interesse haben und das Begehren. Doch es ist offensichtlich, daß sie nicht interessiert sind. Habt Ihr sie nicht bemerkt? Wann haben sie jemals Interesse gezeigt, wenn die Mönche Dhamma-Verse rezitieren? Weil sie kein Interesse zeigen, ist es offensichtlich, daß die Sāsana nicht wirklich in deren Herzen eingebettet ist. Die Dinge, mit denen sie am meisten betört sind, sind schäbig und unerwünscht, selbst von manchen Tieren. Dieses sind einfach die Arten von Dinge, die unmoralische Leute immer schon, mehr als alles andere, genossen haben, und sie werden niemals dessen müde werden. Selbst wenn sie nahe dem Tod sind, sehnen sie noch immer nach solchen Dingen. Wir Devas wissen viel mehr über Menschen, als Menschen über Devas. Ihr, Ehrwürdiger Herr, seid ein besonderer Mönch. Ihr kennt die Menschen, die Devas, Kreaturen der Hölle, alle Arten von Lebewesen gut. Das ist warum Euch Devas überall Respekt zollen."

Als der Deva sein Sprechen beendet hatte, fragte Ācariya Mun zur Aufklärung: "Devas besitzen göttliches Augenlicht und göttliches Hörvermögen, ihnen ermöglichend, über große Entfernung zu sehen und zu hören. Sie wissen über die guten und schlechten menschlichen Angelegenheiten besser Bescheid, als die Menschen selbst. Könntet Ihr einen Weg finden, Menschen über richtig und falsch bewußter zu machen? Ich denke, daß Ihr dessen fähiger seid, als wir menschliche Lehrer. Ist da irgend ein Weg, daß Ihr dieses tun könntet?"

Der Deva antwortete:

"Wie Devas haben viele Menschen gesehen, aber wir haben niemals einen gesehen, der so fehlerlos wie Ihr seid ist. Ihr habt stets liebendes Mitgefühl, in gleichen Maße, gegenüber den Devas und Menschen, ausgebreitet, während Ihr sie zugleich mit der großen Vielfalt von Lebewesen im Bestehen, bekannt gemacht habt, daß diese wirklich in dieser Welt existieren. Dennoch, Generation für Generation, von Geburt bis zum Tod, haben Leute nicht wirklich diese Lebewesen gesehen. Welches Interesse würden diese dann an Devas haben? Sie würden im besten Fall einen Blick auf etwas fremdes bekommen, und, ohne den Umstand wirklich umsichtig zu bedenken, behaupten, daß sie einen Geist gesehen haben. Wie könnte man von ihnen jemals erwarten, irgend einen Rat über Angelegenheiten von gut und schlecht, von uns Devas zu empfangen? Auch wenn sich Devas ständig der Menschen bewußt sind, sind Menschen nicht annähernd daran interessiert irgend etwas über uns zu wissen. Mit welchem Mittel wurdet Ihr uns Leute lehrend haben wollen? Es ist wirklich eine hoffnungslose Situation. Wir müssen Kamma und deren Auswirkungen einfach deren Kurs gehen lassen. Selbst die Devas erhalten stets die Auswirkungen von ihrem Kamma. Währen wir frei davon, würden wir Nibbāna erlangt haben. Dann müßten wir nicht in dieser schwierigen Situation, für so lange Zeit, ausharren."

"Ihr sagt, daß einer Nibbāna erlangen mag, wenn sein Kamma ausgeschöpft ist. Wissen Devas über Nibbāna Bescheid? Erfahren diese Schmerz und Leiden wie andere Wesen?"

"Warum sollten wir nicht, Ehrwürdiger Herr? All diese Buddhas, die gekommen sind, um die Welt zu lehren, haben ohne Ausnahme das Überwinden von Dukkha gelehrt. Sie wiesen niemals an, versumpft im Leiden zu verbleiben. Doch weltliche Lebewesen sind weit mehr an deren vorzüglichen Spielerein interessiert, als sie es an Nibbāna sind. Aus diesem Umstand heraus, bedenkt niemals einer, Nibbāna erreichen zu wollen. Alle Devas erinnern sich und sind beeindruckt von dem Konzept von Nibbāna, so wie es von jedem einzelnen der Buddhas an Lebewesen gelehrt wurde. Doch Devas haben immer noch ein dichtes Netz an Kamma, durch das sie sich durcharbeiten müssen, bevor sie klar aus deren himmlischen Aufenthalt ziehen, und den Weg zu Nibbāna einschlagen können. Nur dann werden alle Probleme verschwinden, und dieser drückende wiederholende Kreislauf von Geburt, Tod und Wiedergeburt, zu einem letztlichen Anhalt kommen. Aber solange da etwas Kamma in Individuen verbleibt, mag es gutes oder schlechtes Kamma sein, unabhängig von dem Reich der Existenz, wird Dukkha ebenfalls anwesend sein."

"Sind da viele Mönche, die sich mit Devas unterhalten können?"

"Da sind ein paar, aber nicht viele. Meistens sind es Mönche, die es mögen, in Wäldern und auf Bergen zu praktizieren, so wie Ihr das tut."

"Sind da Laien mit dieser Fähigkeit?"

"Da sind ein paar, aber wenige. Sie müssen Leute sein, die den Weg des Dhammas begehren, und den Weg bis dahin ausgeübt haben, wo ihr Herz strahlen und klar geworden ist. Nur dann haben sie Wissen über uns. Die körperliche Form von himmlischen Wesen, erscheint diesen Lebewesen verhältnismäßig grob, doch für gewöhnliche menschliche Wesen, ist sie bei weiten zu subtil, als das sie sie wahrnehmen könnten. So können also nur jene Leute mit strahlenden und reinem Herzen Devas ohne Schwierigkeiten wahrnehmen."

"Die Schriften sagen, daß Devas nicht nahe den Menschen, wegen deren widerlichen Geruch, sein wollen. Was ist dies widerliche Duft? Wenn da so ein Geruch ist, warum kommen mich alle so oft besuchen?"

"Menschliche Lebewesen die einen hohen Standard an Moral haben, sind nicht widerlich für uns. Solche Leute haben einen Duft, der uns dazu anregt, sie zu verehren, und so sind wir nie müde zu kommen, Eure Lehrreden über das Dhamma zu hören. Jene, die einen widerlichen Geruch verbreiten, sind jene deren Moral stinkt, den sie haben eine Ablehnung gegenüber moralischer Tugend entwickelt, auch wenn diese als etwas außergewöhnlich Gutes, durch alle drei Welten, gehalten wird. Anstelle bevorzugen sie Dinge, die widerlich für jeden mit hohen Moralstandard sind. Wir haben keinerlei Begehren, solche Leute aufzuwarten. Sie sind wirklich abstoßend, und deren Gestank verteilt sich überall in die Ferne. Es ist nicht, daß Devas Menschen nicht ausstehen können, doch es ist etwas, dem Devas gegenüberstehen, und stets mit Menschen erfahren haben."

Wenn Ācariya Mun Geschichten über Devas und andere Arten von Geister erzählte, waren die Mönche fasziniert. Sie vergasen sich selbst, die vergehende Zeit, deren Gefühle an Anspannung. Sie wünschten sich ebenfalls eines Tages soweit zu kommen, über solche Dinge selbst zu wissen, und diese Hoffnung machte sie erfreut auszuüben. Diese war auch der Fall, wenn Ācariya Mun dachte, daß es notwendig wäre, über seine vergangenen Leben zu sprechen, oder die vergangenen Leben anderer. Die Zuhörerschaft wurde stets sehr bemüht, um über deren vergangene Leben zu erfahren, und vergaßen dabei Dukkha zu überwinden, und Nibbāna zu erlangen. Manchmal war ein Mönch bestürzt, seinen Geist in dieser Weise abwandern zu sehen, und tadelte sich selbst: Hey, ich beginne verrückt zu werden. Anstelle über die Freiheit von Dukkha zu denken, jage ich hier Schatten meiner Vergangenheit, lange vorüber, nach. In dieser Weise erlangte er seine Achtsamkeit für eine weile wieder, und sobald er wieder ab glitt, würde er wieder solche Gedanken aufsuchen. Aus diesem Grund fanden es viele Mönche notwendig, sich selbst davon regelmäßig fern zu halten.

ĀCARIYA MUNS Geschichten über die Devas, und andere besuchenden Wesen, waren sehr faszinierend. In Einzelnen sprach er wie auch die Geisterwelt ihren Anteil an Störenfrieden hat, so wie wir es haben. Schlechte Charaktere, die Störungen verursachten, wurden umrundet und an Plätzen eingesperrt, welche wir Menschen Gefängnis nennen würden. Verschiedene Arten von Missetäter, wurden in verschiedene Zellenblöcke eingesperrt, und alle Zellen waren voll. Da sind männliche und weibliche Störenfriedgeister. Und dann sind da die sehr brutalen Arten, auch hier, männlich und weiblich. Ācariya Mun sagte, daß es an der Grausamkeit derer Augen erkennbar war, daß diese gegenüber Güte und Mitgefühl nicht empfänglich waren.

Geister leben in Städten, so wie wir Menschen es tun. Sie haben riesige Städte, mit Anführer, Aufsehen und verwalten diese. Nur wenige Geister sind dazu geneigt tugendhaft zu sein, und jene erhalten von beiden, den gewöhnlichen Geistern und den Störenfrieden, hohen Respekt. Es ist für alle Geister natürlich, große Ehrfurcht gegenüber jenen zu haben, die große Macht und Gewalt haben. Dieses ist nicht bloß eine Schmeichlerei. Ācariya Mun behauptete stets, daß die Auswirkungen von Schlechtem weniger mächtig sind, als die Auswirkungen von Güte, und was er in den Geisterstädten sah, war eine weitere Bekundung dessen. Da sind Lebewesen, mit angehäuften Verdiensten, die dennoch in den Zustand der Geister, aufgrund deren Kamma, geboren wurden, doch deren tugendhafter Charakter ändert sich nie, so erfahren diese große Autorität. Ein solches Individuum ist fähig selbst eine große Gemeinschaft zu verwalten. Diese Geistergemeinschaften teilen sich nicht in Gruppen oder Karsten, so wie es menschliche tun. Anstelle halten sie sich strikt an die Autorität des Dhammaprinzipes. Die Auswirkungen deren Kammas macht es für sie unmöglich, diese Art von Vorurteile zu haben, wie Leute dieses tun. Die Natur deren Existenz, wird von der Natur deren Kammas verwalten. Dieses ist ein fixiertes Prinzip. Der Weg wie wir Autorität in dieser Welt nutzen, kann deshalb nicht in der Welt danach angewandt werden. Ācariya Mun erklärte diese Sache in großem Detail, doch ich muß mich entschuldigen, daß ich mir nur wenige davon erinnern kann.

Ācariya Muns Besuche bei den Geistern wurden psychologisch, durch Samādhi-Meditation getan. Sobald sie ihn sahen, beeilten sie sich jedem zu sagen, daß sie kommen, und ihm deren Respekt erweisen sollten, so wie wir Menschen es tun würden. Der Anführer der Geister, der sehr respektvoll gegenüber Ācariya Mun war, und großes Vertrauen in hatte, begleitete ihn an die vielen Plätze, an den Geister lebten, inklusive den 'Gefängnissen' in denen die männlichen und Weiblichen Störenfriede waren. Der anführende der Geister erklärte Ācariya Mun die Lebensbedingungen der verschiedenen Arten von Geister, aufzeigend, daß die eingesperrten Geister bösherzige Arten waren, die übergebührlich den Frieden andere gestört hatten. Sie wurden entsprechend der Gewichtigkeit derer Vergehen eingesperrt. Das Wort 'Geist' ist eine Ausdrucksweise, die ihnen von Menschen gegeben wurden, doch tatsächlich sind sie nur eine Art von lebenden Wesen, unter anderen, im Universum, die aufgrund derer natürlichen Bedingungen existieren.

ĀCARIYA MUN MOCHTE es ausnahmslos auf und um Berge und Wälder, für lange Zeiträume, zu verbleiben. Nach dem er in Nakhon Phanom, für eine gute Zeit, Mönche angewiesen hatte, begann er notwendiger Weise seine eigene Situation zu bedenken. Er reflektierte oft über die Natur seiner eigenen Ausübung. Er wußte, daß es ihm noch immer an ausreichender Stärke fehlte, um die letztliche Aufgabe vor ihm, abzuschließen. Es wurde klar, daß solange er anhielt diesem Ruf zu entsprechen und seine Schüler lehrte, sich sein persönliches Streben verspäten würde. Er sagte, daß seit dem er von der Zentralebene in den Nordosten zurückgekehrt ist, um Mönche einzuweisen, er fühlte, daß sein Citta sich nie so schnell weiter entwickelt hatte, wie wenn er alleine lebte. Er dachte, daß er seine Anstrengung für ein weiteres mal beschleunigen mußte, bevor er das letztliche Ziel erreichen könnte, und frei von allen Kummer über sich selbst sein würde. Zu dieser Zeit lebte Ācariya Mun Mutter als eine Upāsikā.[65] seit sechs Jahren mit ihm. Seine Sorge um sie mache es im schwierig, irgend wo anders hinzugehen. So sich ihr Einverständnis eingeholt zu haben, beschloß er sie nach Ubon Ratchathani zu begleiten. Er verließ dann Nakhon Phanom mit seiner Mutter, und einem großen Gefolge an Mönchen und Novizen, gerade Wegs durch die Nong Sung Berge schneidend, Kham Cha-ee querend, und im Bezirk Lerng Nok Tha, in der Provinz Ubon Ratchathani auftauchend. Dieses Jahr verbrachte er seine Regenrückzugszeit in Ban Nong Khon, im Bezirk Amnat Charoen der Provinz Ubon Ratchathani. Viele Mönche und Novizen blieben mit ihm dort, und er trainierte sie energetisch. Während er dort ansäßig war, vergrößerte sich die Anzahl der Mönche und Laienanhänger, die Vertrauen gewannen, und unter ihm ausübten, stetig.

EINES SPÄTEN ABENDS saß Ācariya Mun in Meditation, und wie sein Citta in Gestilltheit fiel, erschien ihm eine Vision von vielen Mönchen und Novizen, die respektvoll hinter ihm, in einer netten, ordentlichen Art, folgten, welches Demut anregte. Doch da war eine Mönch, der von hinten nach kam, und ohne Respekt und Selbstbeherrschung hinter ihm einher ging. Andere suchen nach einer Möglichkeit, ihm in einer völlig undisziplinierten Art, abzupassen. Und letztlich waren da einige, die Stücke aus gespaltenen Bambus trugen, und seinen Brustkörper so einschnürrten, daß er kaum noch atmen konnte. Als er diese anderen Mönche solch eine Respektlosigkeit darstellen sag, ihn sogar grausam quälten, sammelte er sein Citta vorsichtig, um sich Begebenheiten in der Zukunft anzusehen. Unverzüglich erstand er, daß jene, die respektvoll hinter ihm, in einer netten und ordentlichen, Demut anregenden Art, gingen, jene Mönche waren, die sich selbst passend verhielten, vertrauensvoll seine Lehren in die Ausübung brachten. Dieses waren die Mönche, die ihn ehrten, und die Sāsana hoch hielten, sichernd, daß diese in der Zukunft florieren würde. Sie würden fähig sein, sich selbst nützlich für die Sāsana und für Leute, überall im Aufrechterhalten der traditionellen buddhistischen Gepflogenheiten und Ausübungen, zu machen, bis in die Zukunft. Geehrt und respektiert von Leuten auf der Welt, und Lebewesen durch die himmlischen Reiche, wurden diese die Rechtschaffenheit der Sāsana, der Tradition der Noblen folgend, hochhalten, sodaß diese nicht vergeht und verschwindet.

Hinter ihm rücksichtslos, ohne Respekt gehend, warnen die Prahlerischen, die dachten schon alles zu wissen. Sie hielten deren eigene Meditations als erhabener als jene deren Lehrer, die Tatsache missachtend, daß er sie zuvor in eine passende Ausübung geführt hatte. Sie wahren nicht das geringste Bisschen daran interessiert Dankbarkeit für seine Anleitung in Belangen des Dhammas zu zeigen, den sie hielten sich selbst schon für kluge Experten in allem. Und so verhielten sie sich entsprechend, was nicht nur ruinierend für sie selbst war, sondern auch für die gesamte Sāsana, inklusive allen Leuten, die ihnen zur Unterstützung kommen würden. Deren Geister vergiftet von solchen Mönchen, würden sich diese Leute daraus selbst und andere verletzen, inklusive zukünftiger Generationen, ohne herauszufinden, ob sie auf dem richtigen Pfad sind oder nicht.

Die nächste Gruppe bestand aus jenen, die auf die Gelegenheit warteten, ihm abzupassen, anzeigend die schlechte Haltung, die sich entwickeln würde, und Auswirkungen auf die Zukunft der Sāsana haben würde. So wie die vorhergehende Gruppe, hielten diese abwegige Ansichten, sich selbst, und der Religion als Ganzes, Schaden zufügend. Zusammen waren die eine Bedrohung für die Sāsana, den spirituellen Fokus der Buddhisten. Weil es ihnen misslang die Auswirkungen derer Handlungen recht zu bedenken, war die Sāsana in der Gefahr völlig zerstört zu werden.

Die Mönche, die Ācariya Muns Brust mit Bambusstreifen umschnurrten, sahen sich als scharfsinning und gut informiert an, und handelten entsprechend. Abgesehen von deren falschen Handlungen, nahmen sie Richtig und Falschen nicht in deren Abwägung, wenn sie über ihr Verhalten nach dachten. Zu aller Letzt, waren diese daran gebunden, den buddhistischen Kreisen und deren Lehrern, eine große Menge an Unannehmlichkeiten zu verursachen. Ācariya Mun sagte, daß er genau wisse, wer innerhalb dieser letzten Gruppe war, und das diese ihm noch lange Probleme verursachen würden. Er war traurig darüber, daß diese so etwas würden, nachdem sie zuvor seine Schüler waren, die sein Einverständnis und seinen Segen hatten, deren Regenrückzugszeit in der Nähe zu verbringen. Anstelle ihn mit alle Respekt zu behandeln, den er verdiente, planten diese zurück zu kehren, und ihn zu belästigen.

Ein paar Tage später kamen der Provinzvorstand und einer Gruppe von Regierungsbeamten sein Kloster besuchen. Die Delegation wurden von den selben Schülern begleitet, die in seiner Vision den Angriff angeführt hatten. Ohne ihnen seine Vision zu offenbaren, beobachtete er deren Handlungen vorsichtig. Zusammen baten sie um seine Unterstützung, es zu Bewerben, Geld von den lokalen Leuten zu sammeln, um mehre Schulen in dem Gebiet zu errichten. Sie erklärten, daß dieses der Regierung helfen würde. Sie hatten alle zugestimmt Ācariya Mun für die Unterstützung aufzuwarten, den er war höchst geehrt von den Leuten. Sie dachten, daß das Projekt sicher war, erfolgreich zu sein, wenn er eingebunden wäre. Sowie er den Grund des Besuches kannte, verstand Ācariya Mun unverzüglich, daß diese zwei Mönche die eigentlichen Anstifter des störenden Geschäftes waren. Es war in seiner Vision als der Angriff wiedergegeben.

Später bat er beide Mönche zu sich, und wies sie in angemessenes Benehmen für einen ausübenden buddhistischen Mönch ein, jemanden dessen Leben in Selbstbeherrschung und Gelassenheit verwurzelt ist.

Diese Geschichte ist hier wiedergegeben, um den Leser die geheimnisvolle Natur von Citta verständlich zu machen: Wie er eigentlich fähig ist, Dinge, versteckt und offen, zu wissen, inklusive Dingen in der Vergangenheit und Zukunft, sowie in der Gegenwart. Ācariya Mun veranschaulichte diese Fähigkeit an zahlreichen Anlässen. Er verhielt sich mit völliger Absonderung. Seine Gedanken kaschierten nie irgend welche heimlichen, weltliche Motive. Was immer er sagte, stammte von seinem Wissen und seiner Erkenntnis ab, und war absichtvoll gesprochen, um die Leute zum Nachdenken zu bringen. Seine Absicht war niemals vertrauensvolle Leute zu täuschen, oder ihnen Schaden zuzufügen.

Was hier aufgezeichnet ist, wurde seinem engeren Kreis an Schülern, nicht jedermann, erzählt. So mag der Schreiber schlechte Beurteilung zeigen, indem er Ācariya Muns Angelegenheiten freistellt. Doch ich denke, daß dieses ein Eingabe für jene, die an etwas Nützlichem interessiert sind, um darauf aufzubauen, ist.

Unter den Kammaṭṭhāna-Mönchen dieser Tage, waren Ācariya Muns Erfahrungen einzigartig breit und wahrlich erstaunlich, beiderseits, im Bereich seiner Meditationsausübung und den Erkenntnissen, die aus seinem psychischen Wissen stammten. Manchmal, wenn die Umstände passend waren, sprach er direkt und spezifisch über sein intuitives Wissen. Und zu anderen Zeiten bezog er sich nur indirekt auf das was er wußte, und nutze es für generellen Lehrzweck. Gefolgt von seiner Erfahrung mit den älteren Mönchen, deren Gedanken er während seines Aufenthaltes in der Sarika-Hölle laß, war er extrem vorsichtig im Freigeben seiner Erkenntnisse über anderen, abgesehen von seinem ernsthaften Begehren, seinen Studenten deren Fehler in deren Denken aufzeigen zu wollen.

Wenn er ehrlich offen legte, daß dieser Mönch in falscher Weise dachte, oder jener Mönch in richtiger Weise, waren seine Zuhörer feindlich von seiner Offenheit berührt. Sie missverstanden stets seine gütige Absicht, als wäre es für seine Zwecke, davon Nutzen zu ziehen, gedacht. Sich an seinen Worten störend, könnte leicht zu verletzlichen Konsequenzen führen. So ermahnte Ācariya Mun seine Mönche meist indirekt, den er sorgte sich, daß sich der Schuldige beschämt und erschrocken, vor seinen Gefährten, fühlen würde. Ohne irgend jemanden beim Namen zu nennen, gab er einfach Warnungen, um das Selbstbewußtsein zu nähren. Selbst so, wurden die Schuldigen oft schrecklich gequält, sich in der Mitte der versammelten Mönche getadelt zu sehen. Ācariya Mun war sich dessen sehr bewußt, so es die wirksamste Methode, für jeden Umstand, war.

Manche Leser mögen sich von machen Dingen, die hier geschrieben sind, gestört fühlen. Ich entschuldige mich dafür, aber ich habe alles genauesten aufgezeichnet, was Ācariya Mun über sich selbst aus sagte. Viele ältere Schüler, die unter seiner Vormundschaft lebten, bestätigten und führten diese Dinge aus, ließen uns mit einem großen Angebot an Geschichten zurück.

GENERELL GESPROCHEN, stellen äußere Sinnesgegenstände die größte Gefahr für ausübende Mönche dar. Sie genießen es über Formen, Klänge, Gerüche, Geschmäcker, körperlichen Kontakt und geistige Bildnissen, betreffend dem anderen Geschlecht, zu denken. Gedacht das diese unbeabsichtigt ist, ist die Neigung tief in deren Persönlichkeit eingebettet. Unausweichlich waren diese die vorrangigen Themen von Ācariya Muns Ermahnungen, ob direkt oder indirekt gegeben. Mönche hatten sicherlich auch andere Arten von Gedanken, aber wenn diese nicht spezielle ernst waren, gab er diesen wenig Notiz.

Das Abendtreffen war bei weiten die wichtigste Zeit. Ācariya Mun wollte die Mitglieder seine Zuhörerschaft physisch wie auch geistig ruhig sehen. Er wollte nicht, daß sie irgend etwas, oder ihn selbst, störte, um sicher zu gehen, daß seine Schüler das Maximum an Nutzen aus dem Zuhören zogen. Wenn jemand es erlaubte wilde, unheilsame Gedanken zu dieser Zeit hochkommen zu lassen, wurde er üblicher Weise wie von Blitzen getroffen, genau aus der Mitte der Gedanken, in denen er vertieft war, genau in der Mitte der Versammlung. Er brachte dem Mönch, der es wagte so gewissenlos zu denken, zum erzittern und nahezu an der Stelle umzufallen. Auch wenn kein Name genannt wurde, war Ācariya Muns Offenbarung des Inhaltes eines schlechten Gedankens genug, um den Schuldigen in Schock zu versetzen. Die anderen Mönche waren ebenfalls gewarnt, fürchtend, daß sie selbst, in einem unachtsamen Moment, Beute ähnlicher Gedanken werden könnten. Wenn Blitze fortwährend der Dauer seiner Dhamma-Lehrrede einschlugen, erlag seine Zuhörerschaft dem Druck, und wurden sehr umsichtig im Wachsamsein. Manche Mönche traten in meditative Zustände von völliger Gelassenheit, zu dieser Zeit, ein. Jene die keine solche Zustände erlangten, waren immer noch fähig ruhig und vorsichtig zu bleiben, fürchtend das wieder Blitze einschlagen würden, wenn deren Gedanken abschweiften, oder das der Falke, den sie fürchteten, herunter stürzen wurde, um deren Köpfe zu schnappen!

Aus diesen Grund entwickelten diese Mönche, die bei Ācariya Mun waren, nach und nach eine solide Grundlage, um deren Herzen zu zentrieren. Desto länger sie mit ihm waren, desto mehr harmonisierte sich deren inneres und äußeres Benehmen mit seinem. Jene, die sich darauf einließen, für länger Zeit bei ihm zu bleiben, fügten sich gewollt seiner kraftvollen Lehrmethoden. Mit Geduld kamen sie dazu, all seine geschickten Mittel, die er verwendete, kennen zu lernen, gleich ob im täglichen Ablauf, oder während einer Dhamma-Lehre. Sie beobachteten ihn ohne Aufhören, wirklich versuchend seinem Beispiel, auf bester Weise wie sie konnten, zu folgen. Deren Neigung Dhamma zu begehren, und ernsthaft in allen Aspekten der täglichen Ausübung zu sein, forderte deren innere Kraft, Stück für Stück, jeden Tag, bis sie schließlich selbstständig waren.

Jene Mönche, die niemals positive Ergebnisse aus dem Leben mit ihm erlangten, zollten üblicher Weise äußerlichen Angelegenheiten mehr Aufmerksamkeit, als innerlichen. Zum Beispiel waren sie ängstlich, daß Ācariya Mun sie schimpfen würde, wenn immer deren dumme Gedanken hoch kamen. Als er sie dann dafür ermahnt hatte, wurden sie zu verschreckt nachzudenken, wie sie deren Problem für sich selber lösen konnten, wie es sich für Mönche ziemte, die unter Ācariya Mun übten. Es mache überhaupt keinen Sinn zu einem exzellenten Lehrer zu gehen, nur um den selben alten Neigungen zu folgen. Sie kamen dort hin, lebten dort, und verblieben unverändert. Sie hörten mit der selben vorgefertigten Haltung zu, und frönten an den selben Mustern an Gedanken. Alles war in einer angewöhnten Art getan, beladen mit Kilesas, sodaß Ācariya Muns Wege keinen Raum hatten, durchzudringen. Wenn sie ihn verließen, gingen sie so, wie sie gekommen waren, sie blieben unverändert. Man könnte sicher sein, daß da wenige Veränderung in deren persönlicher Tugend war, die es wert wäre erwähnt zu werden, und das die Fehler, die diese umschlingten, diese weiter begleiteten, unvermindert. Da sie es nie versuchten, blieben sie einfach, wie so wie viele unbeglückte Leute, ohne wirkungsvolles Mittel, um deren Neigungen zu entgegnen und deren Kurs zu korrigieren. Ganz egal wie lange sie mit Ācariya Mun lebten, waren sie nicht anderes aus ein Schöpfer in einen Topf köstlichem Eintopf, niemals den Geschmack des Eintopfes kennen. Der Schöpfer bewegte sich bloß von einem Topf zum anderen.

Gleich die Kilesas, die unermesslich Schlechtes anhäufen, uns hoch nehmen und uns in diesen Topf des Schmerzes, diesen Topf des Leidens werfen. Ich habe keine Zweifel, daß jene diese waren, die hoch genommen wurden und in einen Topf, und dann in den nächsten, geworfen wurden. Ich möchte gewissenhaft sein, und mich annehmen, aber irgend etwas bleibt dabei mir zuzuflüstern faul zu sein. Ich möchte Ācariya Muns Beispiel folgen, und ich mag es, in der Art wie er das Dhamma lehrte, zuzuhören und zu denken. Doch wieder, dieses Etwas flüstert mir zu, zu gehen und zu leben und auf meine alte gewohnte Weise zu denken. Es möchte nicht, daß ich mich auf irgend eine Weise ändere. Am Ende trauen wir unseren Kilesas, bis wir in den Schlaf fallen und eingestehen, alles auf die alte gewohnte Weise zu tun. So bleiben wir einfach das alte gewohnte Selbst, ohne Änderungen und Verbesserungen um Selbstwertschätzung anzuregen, oder Bewunderung durch andere. Gewohnte Neigungen sind eine extrem wichtige Angelegenheit für jeden von uns. Deren Wurzeln sind tief im Innen vergraben. Wenn wir uns nicht wirklich bewußt annehmen, alles zu beobachten und zu hinterfragen, dann sind diese Wurzeln fürchterlich schwer herauszuziehen.

ĀCARIYA MUN VERLIESS Ban Nong Khon mit seiner Mutter am Beginn der Trockenzeit. Sie blieben eine oder zwei Nächte in jeden Dorf, bis sie in seinem Heimatdorf ankamen, in dem Ācariya Mun für eine Weile residierte. Er wies seine Mutter und die Dorfbewohner an, bis diese sich ermutigt fühlten. Dann nahm er Abschied von seiner Familie, um in die Richtung der Region der zentralen Ebene zu wandern.

Er reiste gemächlich, in der Art eines Dhutanga-Mönchs: er war ein keiner bestimmten Eile. Wenn er in ein Dorf oder an einen Platz, mit passender Wasserversorgung, an kam, hängte er seinen Schirmzelt auf und übte friedlich aus, setzte seine Reise nur dann fort, wenn Körper und Geist Kraft gewonnen hatten. Zu dieser Zeit reiste jeder zu Fuß, denn da waren keine Autos. Dennoch, er sagte er war nicht unter dem Druck der Zeit, und das seine eigentliche Absicht es war, Meditation auszuüben. Den ganzen Tag zu wandern war das Selbe wie Gehmeditation, für die gesamte Dauer der Zeit. Seine Schüler hinter sich zu lassen, und alleine nach Bangkok zu wandern, war wie ein anführender Elefant, der sich von seiner Herde zurückzog, um alleine nach Nahrung im Wald zu suchen. Er erfuhr einen Sinn von körperlicher und geistiger Befreiung, so er einen lästigen Dorn aus seiner Brust entfernt hatte, der ihn maßgeblich für lange Zeit drückte. Leicht im Körper und leicht im Herzen, wanderte er über die breiten angelegten Reisfelder, vertieft in Meditation. Da war sehr wenig Schatten, aber er gab der Sonnes brennender Hitze keine Beachtung. Die Umgebung schien wahrlich die lange Reise einfacher für ihn zu machen. Auf seiner Schulter trug er seine Schale und sein Schirmzelt, die persönlichen Bedarfsmittel eines Dhutanga-Mönchs. Auch wenn er schwerfällig für andere wirkte, war er in keiner Weise gemühseligt. In Wahrheit fühlte er sich, als würde er in der Luft schweben, sich von all den Sorgen über die Mönche, die er hinter sich gelassen hatte, befreit. Sein Sinn von Loslösung war vollständig. Seine Mutter war nicht länger eine Sorge für ihn, den er lehrte sie nach seinem besten Vermögen, bis sie eine verläßliche innere Stabilität entwickelt hatte. Von nun an, war er nur für sich selbst verantwortlich. Er ging weiter, sowie er über diese Gedanken sinnte, sich selbst erinnernd gewissenhaft zu sein.

Er ging auf diese Art in Gehmeditation entlang Pfaden, die frei von Menschenverkehr waren. Um die Mittagszeit war die Sonne so extrem heiß, daß er sich nach einem angenehmen schattigen Baum, am Rande eines Waldes, umsah, und sich eine Weile ausrastete. Er saß dort friedlich im Schatten des Baumes, seine Meditationsausübung tuend. Als der späte Nachmittag kam, und die Hitze sich etwas gelegt hatte, bewegte er sich gestillte, wie einer der die Gefahren, innewohnend in allen bedingten Dingen, erkannt hat, weiter, und so einen klaren, verständlich Geist kultivierend. Alles was er für die Zwischenstopps seiner Reise benötigte waren kleine Dörfer, mit gerade genug Häusern ,um seine tägliche Almosenrunde abzudecken, und passende Plätze an denen er bequem bleiben konnte, um auszuüben, die weit genug von den Dörfern entfernt waren. Er verblieb an dem einen oder anderen angemessenen Platz durchaus einige Zeit, bevor er weiter zog.

Ācariya Mun erzählte, daß er mit dem Erreichen vom Dong Phaya Yen Wald, zwischen der Saraburi und Nakhon Ratchasima Provinz, viele bewaldete Bergketten entdeckte, die ihm spezielle Freude ins Herz brachten. Er fühlte sich geneigt seinen Verbleib in der Gegend zu verlängern, um Kraft im Herzen zu gewinnen, den er war schon sehr lange durstig wieder in Zurückgezogenheit auf Bergen und im Wald zu leben. Stetig wanderte er in dieser Weise durch dieses Gebiet. Er hatte über der Regions Wald und Berge freigebenden vielen Arten von Tieren erzählt, und seiner Freude die brüllenden Hirschen, Wildschweinen, Samborwild, fliegenden Lemuren, Gibbons, Tiger, Elefanten, Affen, Leguane, Zibetkatzen, Dschungeleulen, Fasanen, Bären, Stachelschweine, Baumeidechsen, Erdhörnchen und vielen andere kleine Arten von Tiere zu beobachten.

In diesen Tagen enthielten die bewaldeten Gebiete nicht wirklich viele Dörfer. Die wenigen die da waren, bestanden aus abgeschiedenen Siedlungen aus drei oder vier Häusern, die sich für einen Lebensunterhalt zusammen getan hatten. Die Bewohner jagten viele Wildtiere und pflanzten Reis und anderes Korn, entlang dem Rücken der Berge, die Ācariya Mun querte. Dorfbewohner hatten großes Vertrauen in Dhutanga-Mönche, und so konnte er lange von Almosenspeise von ihnen abhängen. Wenn er unter ihnen verweilte, verlief seine Ausübung reibungslos. Sie bemühten ihn niemals, oder verschwendeten seine Zeit. Sie blieben bei sich, und arbeiteten für sich selbst, und so verlief seine Reise problemfrei, beiderseits, körperlich wie geistig, bis er sicher in Bangkok angekommen war.

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3. Ein Herz befreit   

Der Ehrw. Ācariya Mun erzählte, daß er oft hinauf und hinunter, aus dem Nordosten nach Bangkok, und zurück, reiste, manchmal den Zug bis zur Endstation nehmend, welches nur einen Teil der Strecke umfaßte. Zu jeder anderen Zeit ging er Dhutanga. Mit der Ankunft in Bangkok, für diese Reise, ging er ins Wat Pathumwan Kloster und verbrachte dort die Regenrückzugszeit. Während der Regenzeit studierte er oft die Dhamma-Texte mit dem Ehrw. Chao Khun Upāli Guṇūpamācariya, in seinem Kloster, Wat Boromaniwat.[66] Chao Khun Upāli lud Ācariya Mun ein, ihm nach der Regenzeit nach Chiang Mai zu begleiten. So führen sie in der Trockenzeit mit dem Zug nach Chiang Mai. Im Zug verbrachte Ācariya Mun nahezu die gesamte Zeit in Samādhi. Zwischen Bangkok und Lopburi, legte er sich nieder um sich auszuruhen, doch nachdem der Zug von Lopburi abführt, und die Fußberge von Uttaradit erreichte, trat er in Samādhi ein, und verweilte dort für die Dauer der Reise nach Chiang Mai. Mit Beginn der Meditation traf er eine Entscheidung, sich erst dann aus ihr zurückzuziehen, wenn sie in Chiang Mai angekommen waren, und konzentrierte sich dann ausschließlich auf seine Meditation. Nach etwa zwanzig Minuten, 'konvergierte' sein Citta völlig in die eigentliche Basis des Samādhi. Von diesem Moment an, war er nicht länger bewußt, ob sich der Zug bewegte oder nicht. Absolute Stille war alles was sein Herz wußte, alles Bewußtsein über äußere Erscheinung, inklusive seines Körper, endeten vollständig. Jede Vorstellung, die es gestört hätte, verschwand aus dem Citta, als würde die Welt nicht länger existieren, gemeinsam mit allen Gedanken und inneren Empfindungen verschwunden. Der Lärm des Zuges, die anderen Passagiere, und all die Dinge, die zuvor mit dem Citta in Verbindung standen, waren aus seinem Bewußtsein erlöschen. Alles was verblieb war sein Zustand von Samādhi. Die äußere Umgebung verschwand aus dem Bewußtsein, von dem Moment an, als sein Citta zuvor 'konvergiert' war, bis zur Ankunft in Chiang Mai, wo ihn sein vorhergehender Entschluß wieder in den normalen Zustand des Bewußtsein zurück brachte.

Als er seine Augen öffnete und sich umsah, sah er die Umgebung von Gebäuden und Häusern der Stadt. Als er begann seine Dinge, in Vorbereitung den Zug zu verlassen, zu sammeln, bemerkte er, daß die Passagiere und Bahnbegleiter, mit Erstaunen auf ihn starrten. Als es Zeit zum Aussteigen war, wartete ihn ein Bahnbegleiter auf und half ihm, fröhlich lächelnd, mit seinen Dingen, während ihn jeder anderer in der Passagierrunde fragwürdig anblickte. Noch bevor er aus dem Zug ausstieg, wurde er gefragt aus welchem Kloster er kam, und wohin er ginge. Er antwortete, daß er ein waldverweilender Mönch war, ohne fixe Resistenz, und das seine Absicht war, alleine in den abgelegenen Bergen des Nordens zu wandern. Inspiriert von Vertrauen in ihn, fragten ihn einige wo er verbleiben würde, und ob jemand zugestimmt hätte, ihn dorthin zu bringen. Er danke ihnen, antwortend, daß da jemand war um ihn zu empfangen, nachdem sein Reisepartner Chao Khun Upāli war, ein sehr langdienender Mönch, und einer der von allen in Chiang Mai zu Höchst respektiert wurde, vom Provinzhauptmann, den Handelsleuten und der allgemeinen Öffentlichkeit. So passierte es, daß eine Gruppe von Mönchen, Novizen und Laienunterstützern warteten, um Chao Khun Upāli zu empfangen. Da waren sogar Automobile am Warten, was durchwegs selten in dieser Zeit war. Fahrzeuge von Regierungsbeamten und auch private waren da, um sie ins das Kloster Wat Chedi Luang zu bringen.

Sobald die Leute mitbekamen, das Chao Khun Upāli zurück gekehrt war, um im Wat Chedi Luang zu verweilen, kamen sie um deren Respekt zu zollen, und um ihm, das Dhamma erklärend, zuzuhören. Chao Khun Upāli nutze die Gelegenheit der vielen Leute die anwesend waren, um Ācariya Mun einzuladen, eine Lehrrede über das Dhamma zu geben. Wortgewandt redend, begeisterte Ācariya Mun die Zuhörerschaft so, daß diese wünschten, sie würde nicht enden. Bei den Grundlagen beginnen, stiegt er Schritt für Schritt zu einem höheren Grad des Dhammas, wo er seine Lehrrede beendete, mit dem Bedauern von allen, die in seine Darstellung eingetaucht waren. Er zollte dann seinen Respekt gegenüber Chao Khun Upāli, bevor er sich von der Mitte der Bühne zurück zog, um einen Platz zu finden, an dem er sich selbst etwas entspannen zu können. In der Zwischenzeit lobte Chao Khun Upāli seine Rede vor der gesamten Versammlung:

"Ācariya Mun legt das Dhamma so sprachgewandt dar, daß es schwer ist, irgend jemanden zu finden, der ihm gleicht. Er erklärt Muttodaya, das Herz befreit, das Land der absoluten Freiheit, in einer Weise, die keinen Raum für Zweifel läßt. Alles ist klar ersichtlich, daß ich selbst dem einzigartigen, fesselnden Stil nicht gleich kommen könnte. Die sprachliche Flüssigkeit dieses Dhutanga-Mönchs, ist höchst außergewöhnlich. Ihm zuzuhören ist eine genußvolle Lernerfahrung. Seine Lehrreden werden niemals abgestanden und langweilig. Er spricht von allgemeinen, alltäglichen Dingen, Dinge die wir alle Zeit hören und sehen, doch niemals Aufmerksamkeit schenken, um sie zu nutzen. Wir erinnern uns deren Bedeutung erst nachdem er sie erwähnt hat. Ācariya Mun ist eine wichtiger Kammaṭṭhāna-Mönch, der Achtsamkeit und Weisheit nutzt, um dem Pfad, gelehrt von Buddha, vertrauensvoll zu folgen. Er trampelt nie auf ihm in einer unziemlichen, weltlichen Weise herum. Seine Reden wenden die volle Reichweite von Ausdrucksweise an: manchmal bedingt, manchmal ernst, manchmal nachdrücklich, einen bestimmten Punkt bemühend. Er erklärt die tiefgründigen Zusammenhänge des Dhammas in einer Weise, mit der der Rest von uns unter schweren Druck kommen würde, dieses so ehrlich zu tun. Er ist durchaus fähig verschiedenartige Aspekte des Dhammas zu untersuchen, und gibt sie in einer Weise wieder, die unsere Herzen tief berühren. Sein Kommentar ist so brillant, daß es schwer ist, mit ihm stand zu halten. Ich selbst mußte ihm Fragen über Probleme stellen, die ich selbst nicht lösen konnte, und er löste sie, mit seiner Weisheit, schnell und gewandt. Ich habe in unzählbarer Weise von seinem Rat nutzen gezogen.

"Da ich nach Chiang Mai ging, wollte ich, daß Ācariya Mun mich begleitet, und er hat bereitwillig zugestimmt. Auch wenn er es mir gegenüber nicht wirklich erwähnte, hat er wahrscheinlich zugestimmt hier her zu kommen, weil er Chiang Mais Abgelegenheit in den Bergen und Wäldern kennt, passend für das spirituelle Leben. Mönche wie Ācariya Mun sind extrem schwer zu finden. Auch wenn ich ihm dem Alter nach überlegen bin, verehre ich das Dhamma in ihm gänzlich, und zugleich ist er immer noch bescheiden und gütig gegenüber mir, daß ich mich manchmal beschämt fühle. Er beabsichtigt hier nur für eine kurze Weile zu bleiben, bevor er sich auf macht, nach Zurückgezogenheit zu suchen. Ich muß meinem Freund erlauben seiner Neigung zu folgen, da ich nicht wagen würde diesem entgegen zu wirken, denn es ist eine seltene Angelegenheit solch einen Mönch zu finden. Mit seiner Absicht, sich ausschließlich auf das Dhamma zu konzentrieren, sollten wir ihm das Beste für sein Bestreben, sich selbst zu verbessern, wünschen. Er kann dann von größerem Nutzen für uns alle, in naher Zukunft, sein.

"Jene von Euch, die Probleme mit ihrer Meditationsausübung haben, bitte geht zu ihm und sucht seinen Rat. Sie wurden sicherlich nicht enttäuscht sein. Doch bitte bitten Sie ihn nicht um machtvolle Amulette, Zauberwünsche, oder Glückssprüche um Gefahren abzuhalten, den dieses liegt außerhalb des Weges der Ausübung. Sie wurden sich selbst nur zu einer Störung, mit keinem Grund, machen. Sie würden nur einen Tadel einfangen. Sagen Sie nicht, daß Sie nicht gewarnt wurden. Ācariya Mun ist nicht diese Art von Mönch. Er ist ein wahrer Mönch, ernsthaft Leute lehrend, um den Unterschied zwischen richtig und falsch, gut und schlecht, tugendhaft und böse zu kennen. Seine Lehren kommen nie vom Pfad des Dhammas ab. Sein Weg der Ausübung und Wissen über Dhamma sind den Lehren des Erhabenen Buddhas treu. Niemand sonst kann heute solche unbeschreiblichen Gedanken übertragen, wie er sie mir in unseren Dhamma-Diskussionen präsentiert hat. Dieses war meine Erfahrung. Ich habe einen immensen Respekt vor ihm in meinem Herzen, aber ich habe ihm das nie gesagt. Wie auch immer, er mag es aufgrund der Kraft seine Intuition bereits wissen.

"Ācariya Mun ist wahrlich des höchsten Respekts würdig, und nicht hinterfragbar 'Ein unvergleichliches Feld der Verdienste in der Welt'. Er selbst mach keinerlei Behauptungen über noble Errungenschaften, auch wenn mir diese offensichtlich waren, als wir Dhamma zurückgezogen diskutierten. Ich bin völlig überzeugt, daß er fest auf der Dritten Ebene des Noblen Dhammas eingerichtet ist. Es ist aus der Art wie er sich ausdrückt offensichtlich. Auch wenn er niemals eine Aussage über seinen bestimmten Grad der Erlangung gemacht hat, weiß ich mit Sicherheit was es ist: das Wissen über Dhamma, daß er mir weiter gegeben hat, ist absolut gleich mit der Ebene, wie sie in den buddhistischen Texten beschrieben sind. Er hat mich nichts als Loyalität und Respekt gezeigt, und ich wüßte nicht von ihm, in irgend einer Weise stur oder verachtend zu sein. Er verhält sich mit solch einer Bescheidenheit, daß ich nicht anders kann, als ihn vom Grunde meines Herzens zu verehren."

Dieses waren die Worte des Lobs, die Chao Khun Upāli an die Laienanhänger, Mönche und Novizen richtete, nachdem Ācariya Mun seine Dhamma-Lehrrede gegeben hatte, und in seine Hütte zurückgekehrt ist. Danach berichteten Mönche, die anwesend waren, diese Ansprache Ācariya Mun, der später diese Geschichte seinen Schülern erzählte, wenn eine gute Gelegenheit auf kam. Der Begriff Muttodaya bedeutet "ein Herz befreit". Es ist in einem kurzen Biographieentwurf enthalten, der zu Ācariya Muns Verbrennungszeremonie verteilt wurde, und stammt von diesem Anlaß in Chiang Mai, als Chao Khun Upāli seine noblen Tugenden lobte. Der Name saß fest, und wurde dann für die nächste Generation mündlich weitergegeben. Entsprechend Chao Khun Dhammachedi, vom Wat Bodhisomphon Kloster in Udon Thani, verbrachte Ācariya Mun von 1929 bis 1940 in Chiang Mai ausübend, und verließ die Provinz dann nach Udon Thani. Mehr darüber wird dann später im Bezug auf seinen Aufenthalt in Udon Thani geschrieben.

IM KLOSTER WAT Chedi Luang für eine Zeit gelebt, zollte Ācariya Mun seinen Respekt gegenüber Chao Khun Upāli, und brach auf um nach Zurückgezogenheit in der abgelegenen Wildnis des Nordens zu suchen. Chao Khun Upāli gab gerne seine Erlaubnis, und so entfernte sich Ācariya Mun alleine aus Chiang Mai, eine weitere Reise beginnend. Er hat auf seine ideale Zurückgezogenheit schon seit langem begierig gewartet, und die perfekte Möglichkeit kam letztlich auf. Lange in das Lehren anderer verwickelt, war es die erste Zeit seit vielen Jahren, daß er Zeit alleine hatte. Zu Beginn wanderte er durch den Mae Rim Bezirk in Chiang Dao, und blieb dort in den bewaldeten Bergen für die Trocken- und Regenzeit.

Seine Anstrengung hat ein entscheidendes und letztes Stadium erreicht. Er ermahnte sich selbst gewissenhaft zu streben, um das letztliche Ziel zu erreichen, was immer geschehen mag, lebend oder tot. Nichts sollte, wie auch immer, erlaubt werden dazwischen zu gehen. Aus Mitgefühl hatte er seine Mönchsgefährten nach mit seinen besten Fähigkeiten gelehrt, darüber hatte er keine Zweifel. Das Ergebnis seiner Anleitung hatte bereits begonnen sich in einigen seiner Schüler zu zeigen. Nun war es an der Zeit Mitgefühl für sich selbst zu haben, sich selbst zu erziehen und sich über diese hinderlichen Faktoren, welche noch immer zu bewältigen waren, zu erheben.

Das Leben von jemanden mit sozialen Verpflichtungen und Verantwortungen, ist eine Leben voller Störungen und nahezu unerträglicher Streß, niemals angemessene Zeit, zum Alleinesein, erlaubend. Man muß sich eingestehen, daß diese Art des Lebens ein ständiges Bemühen ist, daß man durchhalten muß, selbst wenn eine Person genug Achtsamkeit und Weisheit hat, die Mühen in gewisser Weise zu meiden, und den Streß lindernd, sodaß es einen nicht überkommt. Die Möglichkeiten der Ausübung von Meditation sind beschränkt, und die Ergebnisse sind entsprechend minimal, und all die Enttäuschungen und Schwierigkeiten nicht wert.

Dieser einsame Exkurs in die ungezügelte Wildnis, war eine ideale Möglichkeit für ihn, sich frei zu machen und alleine zu leben, frei von allen Verstrickungen. Wilde, angelegene Wälder, sind gerade die richtige Art von Platz zum Leben und Ausüben, für jemanden, der abzielt ,alle bestehenden Anhaftungen, innere wie äußere, aus seinem Herzen zu entfernen. Er kann alle seine verbleibenden Bedenken, die Samen für zukünftiges Werden formen könnten, entfernen, die Quelle von allen Formen von Dukkha, die Bedrohung ins Erwachen bringen, und endloses Leiden verursachen. Abgelegene Wälder sind die richtige Umgebung, in welcher beharrliche und gewissenhafte Personen das Fundament der Ursachen der Existenz zu einem Nullpunkt bringen können, die großen inneren Meister des Betrugs, die uns ableiten, und diese schnell aus dem Herzen entfernen. Während man noch weit weg vom Erreichen des anderen Ufers von Nibbāna ist, kann wenig Nutzen aus dem Einbringen in anderer Leute Angelegenheiten erlangt werden, denn dieses ist vergleichbar mit einem überladenen Frachtkahn, der dabei zu sinken ist, bevor er loslegt. Als das begehrte Ziel des heiligen Lebens in Reichweite schien, fiel Ācariya Muns mitfühlende Besorgnis gegenüber anderen weg, und wurde durch die Motivation einer mehr persönlichen Natur ersetzt. Er sorgte sich nicht länger um das Leiden anderer. Sein Entschluß war fest auf das Reich der Reinheit gesammelt, und er war besorgt, es zuletzt nicht rechtzeitig zu erreichen. So reflektierte er:

"Nun muß ich mich um mich selbst kümmern, mich selbst bemitleiden, sodaß ich als ein Schüler des Tathāgata, zu seiner erhabenen Tugend von unerschütterlicher Beharrlichkeit hochleben kann. Bin ich mir völlig bewußt, daß ich hier her gekommen bin, um über die Welt von Saṁsāra hinaus zu gehen, und das Ziel von Nibbāna, die Freiheit von aller Angst und Dhukka, zu erlangen? Wenn dem so ist, welche Methoden sollten von jemanden angewandt werden, der sich den Queren der konventionellen Welt angenommen hat? Der Ehrwürdige Buddha führte den Weg zuerst aus, und dann lehrte er uns das Dhamma. Welche Art von Anleitung hat er uns gegeben? Lehrte er uns, unsere Absicht zu vergessen, und uns über dieses und jenes zu sorgen, und das dann, wenn wir ein moderates Verständnis des Dhammas erlangt haben?

"Zu Beginn verkündete der Erhabene Buddha die Sāsana mit einer kleinen Anzahl von Arahats, seine Botschaft rasch weit verbreitend bekommend, höchst passend in dieser Weise. Aber ich bin nicht in dieser erhabenen Position, so muß ich meine eigene Entwicklung nun als eine Spitze ansehen. Wenn ich mich selbst vollkommen gemacht habe, wird der Nutzen für andere unweigerlich folgen. Diese Sichtweise ziemt sich für einen der umsichtig, und abgeneigt, Zeit zu verlieren, ist. Ich muß über dieses vorsichtig nachsinnen, sodaß ich von der Lektion lernen kann.

"Genau jetzt, strebe ich nach dem Sieg in einem Kampf zwischen Kilesas und Magga, den Weg des Dhammas, um Freiheit von Citta zu erlangen. Bis jetzt war einen Loyalität zwischen diesen beiden Rivalen geteilt, doch ich ziele darauf ab, daß Dhamma als den unbestrittenen Meister zu machen. Wenn meine Beharrlichkeit lähmt, und meine Kraft der Einsicht unangemessen ist, wird Citta aus meinem Halt gleiten, und unter den unedlen Einfluß der Kilesas fallen, und diese werden es sicher stellen, daß Citta sich weiter in einem niemals endenden Kreis aus Geburt und Verfall drehen wird. Aber wenn ich meine Beharrlichkeit aufrecht erhalten kann, und meine Weisheit scharf halte, wird Citta unter meine Kontrolle kommen, und mein eigener unbezahlbarer Schatz für dieses Vorhaben sein.

"Die Zeit ist für mich gekommen, mein Leben auf die Reihe zu bekommen und meine Kilesas in einem stechenden, komme was wolle Kampf, zu verwickeln, keine Zögerlichkeit und Schwäche zeigend. Wenn ich verliere, dann laßt mich während des Kampfes sterben. Ich werde mir selbst nicht erlauben, mich in einer Unordnung zurückzuziehen, sodaß die Kilesas mich verhöhnen können. Diese wäre ein bleibender Schmach. Wenn ich siegreich bin, soll ich für alle Ewigkeit perfekt verbleiben. So ist da nun nur ein Weg für mich: Ich muß bis zum Tod mit all meiner Macht, zum Zwecke des Siegs, kämpfen. Da ist keine andere Wahl."

Diese Art von Maßregelung, die Ācariya Mun benutze, sich selbst für die bevorstehende Verwirklichung des Zieles zu ermutigen, hatte er für sich selbst gesetzt. Es gibt seine kompromisslose Entscheidung wieder, die Pflicht für das Streben nach Nibbāna standhaft, Tag wie Nacht, zu akzeptieren, gleich ob im Stehen, Gehen, Sitzen oder Liegen. Ausgenommen wenn er sich ausrastete um zu schlafen, war seine Zeit völlig der gewissenhaften Anstrengung gewidmet. Seine Achtsamkeit und Weisheit drehten sich um alle äußerlichen Empfindungen, und alle innerlichen Gedankenabläufe, alles genauest zu untersuchen, ohne irgend einen Aspekt unerforscht zu lassen. An dieser Stufe der Ausübung handeln Achtsamkeit und Weisheit wie ein Rad des Dhammas zusammen, drehen sich ständig in Bewegung, ungeachtet der körperlichen Handlungen.

Später als Ācariya Mun seine enorme Anstrengung während dieser Zeit beschrieb, war seine Zuhörerschaft so ehrfurchtsvoll über seine Dhamma-Heldentaten, daß sie bewegungslos, mit geschwächtem Atem saßen. Es war, als ob Ācariya Mun daß Tor zu Nibbāna geöffnet hatte, und ihnen ein Blick hinein erlaubte, ohne das sie zuvor Nibbāna erfahren hatten. In Wahrheit war Ācariya Mun dann daran, den Ablauf der Förderung seiner Anstrengung, der Verwirklichung von Nibbāna entgegen, einzurichten. Auch wenn es nur eine Stufe im Verlauf seiner Entwicklung war, bewegte es dennoch jene, die niemals zuvor von solch einer Sache gehört hatten, und sie waren stets von der atemberaubenden Kraft seiner Erlangungen mitgenommen.

ĀCARIYA MUN SAGTE, daß sein Citta seit langem die Ebene des Anāgāmī erlangt hatte, doch wegen der fortwährenden Pflicht gegenüber seinen Anhängern, hatte er keine Zeit, um seine Anstrengung so zu erhöhen, wie er es wünschte. Erst als er die Möglichkeit hatte, nach Chiang Mai zu gehen, war es ihm möglich seine Ausübung zu maximieren und seine Ausrichtung zu vollenden.

Chiang Mais Umgebung war förderlich und sein Citta war gut vorbereitet. Körperlich war ein exzellenter Form, fit sich jeder Aktivität hinzugeben. Seine glühende Hoffnung war wie eine strahlende Sonne, stetig vorwärts strahlend, um das Ufer, frei von Dukkha, in kürzest möglicher Zeit, zu erlangen. Er verglich seinen inneren Zwist, zwischen den Dhamma und den Kilesas, mit einem jagenden Hund, welcher im vollen Lauf, auf der Höhe seine Beute ist, und es nur eine Frage der Zeit ist, bis die Beute von dem Jagdhund in Fetzen gerissen wird Da konnte kein anderes Ende sein, Citta war mit Mahāsati und Mahāpaññā, erhabener Achtsamkeit und erhabener Weisheit, bewaffnet. Sie vielen für keinen einzigen Moment ab, selbst wenn man keine Absicht hat, wachsam zu sein. An dieser Stufe waren Achtsamkeit und Weisheit völlig gegenwärtig, automatisch gegen aufkommende Angelegenheiten, ohne einem selbst, reagierend. Sobald deren Ursache und wahre Natur gekannt war, ließ man einfach los davon. Es ist dann nicht notwendig im Kommando zu stehen, Anordnungen zu geben, wie es auf den anfänglichen Stufe der Ausübung erforderlich ist. Wenn mit gewohnheitsmäßiger Achtsamkeit und Weisheit bestückt, ist da kein Bedarf für eine spezielle Richtung und berechneter Entscheidung um dieses auszuüben, oder jenes zu untersuchen, während man sich gleichzeitig schützen muß, die Aufmerksamkeit nicht zu verlieren. "Grund und Ergebnis" sind in die Natur der automatischen Achtsamkeit und automatischen Weisheit integriert. So ist es unnötig für sich selbst, nach Gründen und geschickten Methoden, zu suchen, um die Operation zu ermutigen. Mit Ausnahme des Schlafes, sind alle täglichen Aktivitäten die Arbeitsarenas für diese Stufe von Mahāsati und Mahāpaññā. Gerade so wie Quellwasser, daß ständig aus dem Boden, daß ganze Jahr über, fließt, arbeiten sie ohne zu schwinden.

Der Denkprozess wird als zentraler Punkt für die Untersuchung hergenommen, um die wahre Quelle dieser Gedanken zu finden. Die vier Nāma KhandhasVvedanā, Saññā, Sankhāra und Viññāṇa sind das passende Schlachtfeld für diesen erhabenen Grad von Achtsamkeit und Weisheit. Was das Rūpa-Khandha betrifft, den physischen Körper, so ist dieses kein Thema mehr, wenn man diese Zwischenstufe von Weisheit erlangt hat. Diese Art von Weisheit vollzieht die Aufgaben, die notwendig sind, um den Anāgāmī-Zustand des Noblen Pfades zu verwirklichen. Um diese erhabene Ebene zu erlangen, muß man sich auf den physischen Körper sammeln, ihn genauestens in allen Einzelheiten untersuchen, bis alle Missverständnisse und Bedenken über den Körper für immer verbannt sind.

Wenn man zur letzten Stufe, dem Pfad zur Arahatschaft, kommt, ist es absolut notwendig die Nāma-Khandhas so zu untersuchen, daß man ein tiefes und klares Verständnis darüber, wie alle Erscheinungen aufkommen, kurz bestehen und dann verschwinden, bekommt. Diese drei Aspekte der Untersuchung laufen in der Wahrheit von Anattā zusammen. Das bedeutet alle Erscheinungen als leer von einem permanenten Selbst zu entdecken: Leer davon Mann oder Frau zu sein, leer davon ich oder sie zu sein. Keine Selbsteigenheit, welche auch immer, besteht irgend wo innerhalb von geistigen Erscheinungen.[67] Um die wahre Natur von Nāma-Khandhas zu durchdringen, muß man die grundlegenden Prinzipien, die diesen unterliegen, erforschen, und sie mit tiefer und klarer Weisheit verstehen. Es ist nicht genug, daß wir Ergebnisse vorweg nehmen, oder über deren Natur spekulieren, wie es eine gewohnte Neigung der meisten Leute ist, Leute die es vorziehen nur Gastarbeit zu tun.

Ein theoretisches Verständnis, erlangt aus dem Lernen, unterscheidet sich von wahrem Verständnis, das auf Weisheit begründet ist, so wie sich die Erde von Himmel unterscheidet. Leute deren Verständnis auf Wissen gegründet ist, daß bloß durch Merken erlangt wurde, sind sehr voreingenommen von deren eigenen Ideen, stets annehmend, daß sie hoch intelligent sind. In Wahrheit sind sie völlig verwirrt. Daraus ergebend werden sie übermäßig stolz, und sind nicht gewillt, Hilfe und Rat von anderen zu akzeptieren.[68]

Diese arrogante Neigung ist sehr offensichtlich, wenn eine Gruppe von Gelehrten Dhamma diskutiert, jeder ständig versuchend seine eigenen intelligenten Theorien zu übertreffen. Diese Treffen verkommen üblicher Weise in verbale Ringkämpfe, angespornt von dieser gewöhnlichen Haltung der Aufgeblasenheit, bis jeder, unabhängig von Alter, Rasse, Geschlecht oder Sippe, vergißt die angemessene Etikette solcher 'zivilisierten' Leute einzuhalten.

Verständnis auf Weisheit begründet, ist bereit alle Arten von spekulativen Ansichten, die fortwährend unseren Dünkel manifestieren, zu entwurzeln. Weisheit ist eingerichtet, um diese irrtümlichen Ansichten aufzuspüren und freizulegen, alle Nischen durchdringend, bis das gesamte Gebäude dieser Kilesas zusammen bricht. Da ist kein einziges Kilesa, daß der Durchdringung des höchsten Grades an Achtsamkeit und Weisheit erfolgreich widerstehen kann.

Im Dhamma-Arsenal sind Achtsamkeit und Weisheit die führendsten Waffen. Niemals waren die Kilesas kühn genug, diese zu besiegen. Der Erhabene Buddha wurde aufgrund von Achtsamkeit und Weisheit zum Erhabenen Lehrer. Seine Schüler wurden aufgrund von Achtsamkeit und Weisheit zu Arahats. Aufgrund von Achtsamkeit und Weisheit war es ihnen möglich, mit der Erkenntnis, in die wahre Natur von Dingen, zu sehen. Sie entwurzelten deren Kilesas nicht, indem sie Lernen, Annahmen, oder bloßes Vermuten benutzten. In der anfänglichen Phase der Ausübung können Konzepte, aufgerufen aus der Erinnerung, benutzt werden, um die Grenzen, des Weges nach Vorne, zu beschreiben, doch man muß große Vorsicht ausüben, damit diese Art von Annahmen es nicht verursachen, Verwirrung, in der Verkleidung von echter Wahrheit, aufkommen lassen.

Als der Erhabene Buddha und seine Arahats die Wahrheit seiner Lehren der Welt darlegten, verbreiteten sie den Weg der Weisheit, den Weg, der uns dazu bringt die wahre Natur von allen Erscheinungen zu sehen. Wir Ausübende der Meditation müssen extrem vorsichtig sein, daß sich der Meister der Spekulation nicht einmischt, und seine Zauberstücke, Anstelle von Weisheit, einbringt. Wenn wir es nicht sind, sind wir immer noch dazu verleitet Konzepte als wahres Verständnis anzusehen, ohne jemals ein einziges Kilesa von unserem Herzen zu entfernen. Wir mögen uns selbst überschwemmt von Wissen über Befreiung sehen, und dennoch unfähig sein, uns selbst zu befreien. Dies ist genau jenes, was der Erhabene Buddha meinte, als er den Leute von Kālāma an riet, nicht an Spekulationen und Annahmen, und nicht an Lehren, die aus der Vergangenheit übernommen, oder von Lehrern, die als verläßlich gelten, kommen, zu glauben, sondern zu glauben, daß das Prinzip der Wahrheit in ihnen selbst erkundet werden kann, mit ihrer eigenen Weisheit. Dieses ist das sicherste Wissen was da ist. Der Erhabene Buddha und seine Arahat-Schüler benötigten niemanden, um deren Wahrhaftigkeit zu bestätigen, denn Sandiṭṭhiko ist in jedem, der des Buddhas Lehren in rechter Weise ausübt.[69]

Ācariya Mun sagte, daß, als er zu seiner letzten Ebene seiner fortgeschrittenen Ausübung kam, er so fasziniert von ihr wurde, er jenen Sinn von Zeit verlor. Er vergaß vollkommen die Tageszeit, vergaß zu schlafen, und wie müde er war. Angstlos und unerschütterlich, war sein Citta stets in der Position jeder Art von Kilesas zu entgegnen, bereit sie an der Wurzel aufzubrauchen. Ab der Zeit an dem er Wat Chedi Luang in Chiang Mai verließ, erlaubte er nicht einen einzigen Tag nutzlos zu vergeben. Und nicht lange, erreichte er das ultimative Verständnis.[70]

Mit dem Moment als er alleine los zog, begann sein Citta die dynamische Charakteristik eines kühnen vollblütigen Hengst auszudrücken. Er wollte himmelhoch steigen und durch die Luft gleiten, nach Unten eintauchen und dann wieder in die Lüfte hoch schnellen. Er fühlte sich dazu geneigt die vielen zahllosen verschiedenen Erscheinungen des Universums zu erfahren. Er fühlte sich, als ob sein Citta daran war, alle Kilesas mit einem Schlag auszugraben und entfernen zu wollen. Die abenteuerlustige Natur seiner Achtsamkeit und Weisheit wurde schon lange von sozialen Verpflichtungen gehemmt. Sie waren unfähig sich frei in deren bevorzugten Geltungsbereich zu bewegen, die Beobachtung und Untersuchung von nur diesen Dingen, über die Ācariya Mun seit so langer Zeit wissen wollte. Nun war er gesegnet, gesegnet mit der Möglichkeit des Abspringens und Verschwindens, letztlich fähig Achtsamkeit und Weisheit die Chance zu geben, deren denkbaren Heldenmut, so wie diese durch die drei Welten der Existenz erforschten, zu zeigen.

Ācariya Mun untersuchen durch und durch, innerlich und äußerlich. Seine Achtsamkeit und Weisheit durchdrangen alles rund herum, ständig hinein und hinaus bewegend, hoch und hinunter, die ganze Zeit Angelegenheiten bereinigend, sich selbst abzulösen, und dann gehen lassen, so wie er jede Art von Falschheit, mit aller Kraft die er aufbringen konnte, ab schnitt, zerschnitt und pulverisierte. Sich ungebunden wie ein gigantischer Fisch, fröhlich im Ozean schwimmend, fühlend, blickte er zurück auf seine gesamte Vergangenheit, und sah dort nur dunkle hinderliche Zeiten schlummern, voll aller Arten von Gefahren, unausweichlichen Konsequenzen. Sein Herz schlug schneller, mit der Aussicht einen Weg zu finden, sich selbst zu retten. In die Zukunft blicken, sah er vor sich nur majestätische leere Weite von brillantem Strahlen, eine Aussicht die völlig jedes konventionelle Verständnis übertraf, und gänzlich über allen Beschreibungen hinaus liegt. So sehr so, daß ich es schwierig finde, diese weiter für den Nutzen des Lesers weiter zu beschreiben. Ich bedauere höflichst, daß ich nicht in der Lage bin, alle inspirierenden Dinge die Ācariya Mun sagte, zu bezeugen.

Ācariya Mun saß spät in dieser Nacht in Meditation, nicht lange nachdem erhabene Achtsamkeit und erhabene Weisheit den Gipfel derer Ausübung erreichte hatten. Die ein Rad des Dhamma, bewegten sie sich im Gleichklang, als diese unaufhörlich Citta, und alles damit in Bezug stehende, umrundeten. Er verweilte am Fuß einen Berges, in einer breiten offenen Gebiet, bedeckt von riesigen flachen Felsen. Klarer offener Raum umgab ihm, als er am Fuß eines alleinstehenden Baumes saß, der einzige Baum in diesem Gebiet. Dieser Baum gab ausreichend kühlen Schatten während des Tages, so ging er manchmal daran unter ihm zu meditieren.

Ich bedaure, daß ich mich nicht erinnern kann, welche Art von Baum es war, oder seine genaue Lage. Als Ācariya Mun von diesem erstaunlichen Ereignis erzählte, war ich so durch und durch von der Anziehung seiner Errungenschaft eingenommen, daß ich scheiterte mich der sachlichen Detail zu erinnern, welcher Bezirk und welche Siedlung es war, oder selbst der Name der Bergkette. Ihn über seinen großen Sieg sprechen zu hören, konnte ich nicht ausweichen, an mich selbst zu denken. War ich dabei einfach meine Geburt als menschliches Wesen zu verschwenden, achtlos die wundervolle Gelegenheit, die es mir gab wegwerfend? Habe ich genug spirituelles Potenzial, um eines Tages Erfolg zu haben, das selbe Erhabene Dhamma zu verwirklichen? In dieser Weise reflektierend, vergaß ich alles andere. Ich hatte keine Ahung, daß ich eines Tages eine Biographie schreiben würde.

Mit Dämmerung begann Ācariya Mun Gehmeditation, sich auf Paṭiccasamuppāda konzentrierend, als das Thema von primärer Bedeutung dieser Ebene der Besinnung.[71] Mit Aavijjā paccaya sankhāra... beginnend, wurde er so fasziniert von dem Gegenstand des 'Bedingten Aufkommens', daß er es bald mit Ausschluß von allem anderen untersuchte. Nach einige Zeit setzte er sich etwa um neun Uhr nieder. Sein Geist was einzig am untersuchen von Avijjā, alle der zusammenhängenden Bedingungen durch logischen Folgerung untersuchend, dann die Reihenfolge umdrehend, um zurück auf Avijjā zu kommend. So besinnend, dachte er vor und zurück, wieder und wieder, innerhalb von Citta, der Ursprungspunkt wo Geburt, Tod und Kilesas, mit der grundsätzlichen Ursache Avijjā, zusammenfließen.

Spät in der Nacht in Meditation sitzend, kam der kritische Moment auf. Die Kampflinien waren gezogen: erhabene Achtsamkeit und erhabene Weisheit, die rasiermesserscharfen Waffen gegen Avijjā, ein Feind speziell gewandt im Abwehren deren Vorstößen und dann zurückschlagend, seinen Gegner in völliger Verwirrung zurück lassend. Seit unerinnerbarer Zeit hat es niemand gewagt seine Macht herauszufordern, Avijjā erhaben regieren lassend, ungehindert über das 'Königreich von Geburt und Tod' in den Herzen von allen lebenden Wesen. Aber um drei Uhr Früh, als Ācariya Mun sein Finale ausführte, all Angriffe aufbrachte, war das Ergebnis die völlige Zerstörung des Königs mächtigen Thrones, und daß völlige Stürzen seines Regierens, im Königreich von Geburt und Tod. Plötzlich impotent, und des Raumes sich zu bewegen entzogen, konnte der König seine Souveränität nicht aufrecht erhalten. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt kam Avijjā um, Opfer eines blitzartigen Schlages von überwältigender Brillanz.

Ācariya Mun beschrieb wie dieser verhängnisvolle Moment von einem Beben begleitet war, daß das ganze Universum zu rütteln erschien. Himmlische Wesen, aus dieser großen Weite, zollten unverzüglich Ehre für diese erhabene Vollbringung, eine Erklärung der Anerkennung ausrufend, das durch das empfindsame Universum zurück hallte, und verkündeten die Erscheinung eines weiteren Schülers des Tathāgatas in der Welt. Übererfreut diesem Ereignis beigewohnt zu haben, waren sie angestrengt deren Gratulation darzubieten. Menschliche Wesen waren sich des bedeutsamen Momentes, der gerade stattgefunden hatte, nicht bewußt. Eingenommen von weltlichem Vergnügen, waren sie zu vergesslich ,um sich darum zu kümmern, daß nur einen Moment zuvor, das Erhabene Dhamma, im Herzen eines Mitmenschen, aufgekommen war.

Als der erstaunliche Moment vorüber war, war das was verblieb Visuddhidhamma.[72] Dieses reine Dhamma, der wahre, natürliche Zustand von Citta, durchflutete Ācariya Muns Körper und Geist, und breitete sein Licht in alle Richtungen aus. Die Erfahrung ließ ein unbeschreibliches Gefühl von großem Erstaunen und Wundern aufkommen. Sein übliches Mitgefühl für die Welt verschwand lebhaft, und damit sein Interesse andere Leute zu lehren. Er war überzeugt, daß dieses Erhabene Dhamma bei weiten zu tiefgründig und überwältigend in seiner Größe für Leute war, um es jemals wahrlich zu verstehen. So wurde er in diesem Bezug entmutigt, fühlte Abneigung andere zu lehren. Er dachte, daß es einfach genug sei, diese wundervolle Dhamma, alleine zu genießen, während immer noch in der Mitte der Welt der Übereinkünfte lebend.

Ācariya Mun besinnte sich diese Nacht über die Güte des Erhabenen Buddhas. Dieser Erhabene Lehrer, die Wahrheit völlig verwirklicht habend, lehrte Leute, die aufgeschlossen waren, die Botschaft, sodaß diese ebenfalls die völlige Befreiung erlangen konnten. Es war offensichtlich, daß keine einzige Lüge in irgendwo in den Lehren des Buddhas verborgen war. Er verbrachte den Rest der Nacht mit unermüdlichen Ehrerweisen gegenüber den erhabenen Tugenden des Buddhas.

Ācariya Mun war immer mitfühlend, er war tief bedacht gegenüber dem spirituellen Zustand seiner Mitmenschen. Aber sein Citta hatte gerade die Klarheit gewonnen, welches so außergewöhnlich in seiner Brillanz und Reinheit war, daß er meinte, er könne unmöglich die wahre Natur diese Dhammas anderen erklären. Selbst wenn er versuchte, gewöhnliche Leute mit Kilesas, könnten niemals darauf hoffen, seinen erhabenen Zustand des Geistes zu erreichen. Mehr als daß, ihn in so einer Superlative sprechen hörend, könnten sie ihn bezichtigen verrückt zu sein, die Welt etwas lehrend, das nicht gut ist, und normale Leute wurden stets diskutieren. Er glaube dennoch das da genug anteilnehmende Leute sein wurden, um seinen Einsatz zu lehren, anzuregen. Er war frei ein Leben der Abgeschiedenheit für seine verbleibenden Jahre zu leben. Es war hinlänglich, daß er seine lebenslange Ambition verwirklicht hatte. Er sah keinen Grund sich selbst mit schwierigen Lehrverpflichtungen zu bemühen. Es könnte mit einem Beispiel mit guten Ursachen und schlechten Auswirkungen enden: das seine mitfühlende Absicht, gut in verletzliche Auswirkungen für herablassende Leute enden könnten.

So war Ācariya Muns Rahmen seines Geistes, kurz nach dem Erlangen des Erhabenen Dhammas, eine Zeit, in der er sich nun auf ein breiteres Bild gesammelt hatte. Letztlich rückten seine Gedanken, auf des Erhabenen Buddhas führender Rolle, im Freilegen des korrekten Pfades der Ausübung, zusammen. Seine Errungenschaft des Dhammas und des Pfades, den er nahm, wider betrachtend, sah er, daß auch er ein menschliches Wesen in der Welt, wie jedes andere war, und nicht unterschiedlich von anderen in irgend einer speziellen Eigenschaft, die ihn dazu machen wurde, die einzige Person zu sein, die fähig wäre dieses Dhamma zu verstehen. Sicherlich wären andere, mit starker spiritueller Neigung, dieses Verstehens fähig. Im Fehlen seine Perspektive aufzuweiten, hatte seine ursprüngliche Ausgabe dazu geneigt, die spirituelle Neigung seiner Mitmenschen herabzusetzen, was unfair war.

Der Erhabene Buddha legte den Pfad der Ausübung, zu Magga, Phala und Nibbāna führend, nicht nur für den Nutzen eines Individuums frei. Die Freisetzung war ein Geschenk für die gesamte Welt, für die gegenwärtige und auch die folgenden Generationen. Im Gesamten ist die Zahl jener, die Magga, Phala und Nibbāna, mit dem Folgen von des Buddhas Lehrer, erlangt haben, enorm und darüber hinaus berechnet werden zu können. In dieser Aufwartung war Ācariya Mun Erlangung wahrlich nicht einzigartig, doch übersah er anfänglich die Kapazität anderer ähnliche Errungenschaften zu machen.

Umsichtig alle Aspekte des Buddhas Lehren wiederbetrachtend, sah er die Relevanz für Leute in der Welt, und den Zugang für jeden, der gewillt ist korrekt auszuüben. Diese Gedanken gaben ihm ein erneuertes Bestreben anderen zu helfen. Nochmal, er konnte sich mit der Idee anfreunden, Leute zu lehren, die zu ihm für Unterstützung kamen, vorausgesetzt, daß diese empfänglich für seine Anleitungen waren. Denn im Lehren des Dhammas hat der Lehrer eine Pflicht das Dhamma mit Respekt zu behandeln, jeden die Anleitung zu verwehren, der respektlos ist oder gleichgültig darüber was gelehrt wird.

Manche Leute können es nicht lassen Lärm zu machen, während sie Dhamma hören. Diese sind augenscheinlich, gegenüber dem Wert des Dhammas, und der Möglichkeit die sie haben es zu hören, abgestumpft. Sie erscheinen offensichtlich so wo sie sind, oder wie von ihnen angenommen wird, daß sie sich zu dieser Zeit benehmen. Solche Leute sehen Dhamma als etwas ganz Normales. Sie haben die typische weltliche Haltung übernommen, völlig abgestumpft gegenüber dem Dhamma, dem Kloster und den Mönchen zu sein. Sie sehen den ganzen Bereich nur wie einen Gemeinschaftsplatz an. Unter solchen Umständen ist es gewissenlos Dhamma zu lehren: Der Lehrer ist dann tadelnswert, und die Zuhörerschaft fehlt, irgend einen wahren Nutzen daraus zu ziehen.

Bevor er das Erhabene Dhamma verwirklichte, und es dann für andere zugänglich machte, gab Ācariya Mun nahezu sein Leben in den Wäldern und Bergen, so er schonungslos , mit jeder Unze an Kraft kämpfte. Nach solch einer heldenhaften Anstrengung, war der Gedanke dieses wertvolle Dhamma zu bringen, und es einfach im Ozean zu vergeuden, unerdenklich. Wann ist das jemals passiert? Alles in Allem ist ein Mönch eine Person, die alles genau bedenkt, bevor sie handelt. Dhamma besteht in einer Klasse für sich selbst, und so muß spezielle Aufmerksamkeit gegeben werden, wann und wie es einer öffentlichen Zuhörerschaft präsentiert wird. Sollte diese Überlegung für die Darbietung des Dhammas verweigert werden, mag sich die Auswirkung gut schädlich erweisen.

Dhamma wird für den Zweck des Helfens der Leute in der Welt gelehrt, so wie ein Arzt, das Wohlergehen seiner Patienten wünschend, Medizin zum Heilen der Erkrankung und Befreiung vom Schmerz, verschreibt. Aber wenn Leute ungewillt sind Hilfe anzunehmen, warum sollte sich ein Mönch darum sorgen sie zu lehren? Wenn er wirklich wahres Dhamma im Herzen hat, ist er vollkommen zufrieden mit dem Leben in Zurückgezogenheit. Es ist für ihn unnötig sich um Studenten umzusehen, um das Unbehagen und Streß, verursacht durch das unerschütterliche Drängen, anderen den Weg zu lehren, zu lindern. Ein Drängen, welches sich mehr zu einer Persons Sinn von Unzufriedenheit hinzufügt. An Aufrichtigkeit gegenüber dem Dhamma, nach dem der Erhabene Buddha so gewissenhaft strebt, um es zu erreichen, fehlend, ist solch eine Person, auch wenn sie sich selbst Lehrer nennt, dieses nur per Name.

Ācariya Mun sagte, daß er völlig zuversichtlich war, so er geistig und körperlich gut gestimmt war alleine zu leben, denn sein Herz war höchstens gestillt, wahres Dhamma besitzend. Dhamma bedeutet Gestilltheit. Ein Herz erfüllt mit Dhamma, ist ein Herz dessen Stille alles überwindet. Ācariya Mun bevorzugte es natürlich in den bewaldeten Berggebieten zu leben, den diese Plätze waren unterstützend mit dem erhabenen Dhamma zu verweilen.[73] Er hielt andere zu lehren für eine spezielle Situation. Es was eine Pflicht, der er anlaßweise nach kam, und nicht eine Notwendigkeit, so wie es mit dem Dhamma zu leben war, ein essentieller Aspekt seines Lebens bis zum Ende. Auf andere Weise hatte er keine angenehme tägliche Existenz genießen können.

Wenn wir Dhamma besitzen, Dhamma verstehen, und im Dhamma verweilen, sind wir von den Dingen der Welt ungestört, und gehen so nicht daran Dukkha zu suchen. Wo Dhamma fest hält, dort ist Glück und Gestilltheit. Entsprechend den natürlichen Prinzip, hält das Dhamma in den Herzen jener fest, die es ausüben. So kommt Glück und Gelassenheit in den Herzen dieser Ausübenden auf. Es kann nicht an anderen Plätzen aufkommen.

Ācariya Mun war immer extrem umsichtig wenn er Dhamma lehrte. Er lehrte nie willkürlich, den Dhamma selbst ist niemals willkürlich. Er lehrte Dhamma niemals in einer zufälligen Art, sondern folgte immer guteingerichteter Prinzipien, mit den Handlungsrahmen der Noblen Tradition, aufgezeichnet in den buddhistischen Schriften, ausübend. Verständnis kam ebenfalls nicht in einer zufälligen Weise auf, es kam in fortschreitenden Stufen, dem Prinzip der Wahrheit folgend, auf. Ācariya Mun leitete seine ausübenden Mönche an, sich stets gegen unbedacht zu sein zu schützen, und die Schriften der Lehren und der Disziplin im Geist zu behalten, da sie den Buddha und den Pfad der Ausübung, dem er folgte, repräsentierten. Er bemühte den Umstand, daß ein Mönch, der Magga und Phala aufrecht hält, sowie die Lehren und die Disziplin, einer ist, der bescheiden und unaufdringlich ist, jederzeit vorsichtig, seine Handlungen, seine Sprache, oder seine Gedanken abgleiten zu lassen. So ausübend, wird er fähig sein für sich selbst zu stehen, für stete Zeit.

Die Angelegenheit des Lehrens von Dhamma an andere angesprochen, wendete Ācariya Mun seine Aufmerksamkeit wieder der Natur seines inneren Dhammas zu. Er sagte, daß der Moment der Verwirklichung, wenn Dhamma, in all seinem Ruhm, im Citta aufkommt, es ein Moment ist, der völlig unvorstellbar ist. Dhammas wahre Natur gibt sich selbst in völlig unerwarteter Art frei, so wie es unfaßbar und unmöglich ist, darüber im vorhinein zu spekulieren. In diesem Moment fühlte er sich, als ob er gestorben war und wieder in ein neues Leben geboren wurde, ein einzigartiger erstaunlicher Tod und Wiedergeburt. Die Qualität seines Bewußtsein, wesenhaft in dieser Veränderung, war ein Zustand des Wissen, daß niemals zuvor erfahren wurde, auch wenn es immer da war, unverändert. Dann plötzlich, kam es auf, atemberaubend und unerdenklich erstaunlich. Es war diese wesentliche Qualität, die Ācariya Mun verursachte zu bedenken, etwas Unkonventionelles, daß es nicht möglich wäre dieses Dhamma anderen zu lehren, denn sie wurden niemals fähig sein es wahrlich zu verstehen.

Seit den frühen Tagen seiner Ausübung, besaß Ācariya Mun einen sehr dynamischen Charakter. Diese unterscheidende Charakteristik was im Moment der letztlichen Erlangung anwesend, welches so unvergessbar für ihn war, daß er später diese Geschichte erzählen würde, um seine Schüler zu inspirieren. Sowie sein Citta den Kreislauf von wiederholender Geburt und Tod umgeworfen hatte, erschien es drei Umdrehungen, um das neu aufgekommene Vivaṭṭa-citta[74] zu machen. Nach dem Abschluß der ersten Umdrehung kam der Pāli-Begriff lopo, abschneiden, zusammen mit dessen essentieller Bedeutung, auf: in diesem Moment hatte Citta die Funktion des völligen Ausschließens aller Überreste von relativer, konventioneller Realität vollbracht. Mit dem Abschluß der zweiten Umdrehung kam der Pāli-Begriff vimutti, völlige Freiheit, zusammen mit seiner essentiellen Bedeutung, auf: in diesem Moment hatte Citta die Funktion des Erlangens von totaler Befreiung zu erlangen, vollbracht. Mit der dritten Umdrehung kam der Pāli-Begriff anālayo, völlig losgelöst, zusammen mit seiner essentiellen Bedeutung auf: in diesem Moment hatte Citta die Funktion des völligen Ausdienens aller Anhaftungen, vollbracht. Citta und Dhamma waren dann Ein und das Selbe, Ekacitta Ekadhamma. Die wahre Natur von Citta ist ein Synonym der waren Natur von Dhamma. Anders als relative, konventionelle Wahrheit, ist da keine Dualität. Dieses ist Vimuttidhamma, rein und einfach.[75] Er ist völlig in dieser Einsheit und leer von jeder Spur von relativer, konventioneller Wahrheit im Innen. Dieses reine Dhamma wird nur ein mal völlig wahrgenommen. Es erfordert keine weitere Vervollständigung.

Der Erhabene Buddha und Arahats erlangten nur einmal völlige Erleuchtung: Citta und Dhamma exakt die selbe Natur seiend, benötigen sie nicht weiter zu suchen. Die Khandhas die deren konventionelle Existenz weiter haben, sind dann einfach Khandhas, rein und einfach, sie enthalten keine trübenden Elemente. Die Khandhas eines Arahats bleiben wie zuvor, den das Erlangen von Nibbāna verändert sie in keiner Weise. Zum Beispiel führen diese Khandhas, verantwortlich für den Gedankenablauf, weiterhin ihre Funktion auf Geheiß ihres Chefs, dem Citta aus. Aus der Natur heraus ist die Befreiung mit Vimutti schon befreit von jeglichem Vermengen mit den Khandhas, Citta und die Khandhas, beide existieren getrennt, unterschiedliche Erscheinungen, jedes für sich selbst, innerhalb seinem natürlichen Zustand, existierend. Sie verlangen nicht mehr danach, sich gegenseitig zu stören oder zu betrügen. Beide Seiten existieren friedvoll in deren unterschiedlichen natürlichen Zustand, ihre speziellen Funktionen, bis zum Tod, ausführend, wenn dann alle einzelnen Elemente ihren eignen separaten Weg gehen.[76]

Wenn der Körper letztlich stirbt, erlangt der gereinigte Citta yathādīpo ca nibbuto: so wie eine Flamme in einer Lampe erlischt wenn der Treibstoff ausgeht, so geht auch Citta, entsprechend seiner wahren Natur.[77] Relative, konventionelle Wahrheiten wie die Khandhas, über diesen Punkt hinaus, sind nicht länger mit dem gereinigten Citta in Verbindung. So war die Essenz des Dhammas, die in Ācariya Muns Citta, in dem Moment wie er die drei Umdrehungen vollbrachte hatte, auf kam, seinem dynamischen Charakter ausdrückend. Das war die letzte Begebenheit, in der die relative Wahrheit der Khandhas und die absolute Freiheit von Citta Kräfte vereinten, bevor sie sich letztlich, für immer in deren separate Wege gehend, trennten.[78]

Durch den gesamten Verbleib der Nacht, betrachtete Ācariya Mun es mit einem Sinn des Ablehnens, wie erbärmlich ignorant er in der Vergangenheit war, wie eine Puppe endlos von einer Existenz zur nächsten mitgeschliffen gewesen zu sein. Er weinte, als er daran dachte, wie er letztlich doch an das Becken, voller kristallklarem, wunderbar schmeckenden Wasser, gekommen war. Er hatte Nong Aw,[79] das sprudelnde Becken von reinem Dhamma, das der Erhabene Buddha und seine Arahat-Schüler angetroffen, und der Welt vor 2500 Jahren dargelegt hatten, erreicht. Es zuletzt selbst angetroffen zu haben, zollte er unermüdlich Respekt und verneigte sich wieder und wieder gegenüber dem Buddha, dem Dhamma und der Sangha. Hätten ihn Leute dabei gesehen, wie ihm Tränen sein Gesicht hinab strömten, als er sich wieder und wieder verneigte, hatten sie sicher angenommen, daß dieser Mönch unheimlich leidet, so reichlich Tränen vergießend. Sie hätten wahrscheinlich geglaubt, daß er die Schutzgeister, die in allen Richtungen lebten, anflehte, um im zu helfen seinen Schmerz zu erleichtern, oder vielleicht an der Schwelle des Verrückwerdens zu sein, wie in der Maxim dargestellt: Er der das Dhamma sieht, sieht den Tathāgata, und ist somit fest in der Gegenwart von Buddha, dem Dhamma und der Sangha. Ācariya Mun brachte sich einfach in die Art des Verhaltens ein, die sich für jemanden, der von einen ernsthaften Sinn von Dankbarkeit überkommen ist, ziemend ist.

Diese Nacht zollten himmlische Devas als allen Reichen, und erdbewohnende Devas aus jeder Richtung, Verehrung in einer erklingenden Erklärung der Anerkennung, die durch die Weltsysteme hallte, und versammelten sich dann um Ācariya Mun, um ihn das Dhamma darlegen zu hören. Aber immer noch völlig verwickelt in seine unmittelbare Begegnung mit dem Erhabenen Dhamma, war er jetzt nicht bereit Besucher zu empfangen. So signalisierte er den versammelten Devas das er eingenommen war, anzeigend, daß diese zu einem späteren Anlaß wiederkommen sollten. Die Devas brachen dann auf, völlig erfreut, daß sie einen Visuddhi-deva, in eben dieser Nacht, gesehen haben, als er Nibbāna erlangte.[80]

Mit Sonnenaufgang herhob sich Ācariya Mun aus seinem Mediationssitz, immer noch über das unvergessliche Dhamma reflektierend. Zurück an den Moment der letztlichen Befreiung denkend, rief er sich die drei Umdrehungen, zusammen mit der tiefgründigen Feinheit deren essentiellen Bedeutung in Erinnerung. Er reflektierte auch mit Anerkennung über den Baum, der ihm Unterschlupf gab, währende er in Meditation saß, und über die Dorfbewohner, die ihn stets mit Nahrung und anderen grundlegenden Bedarfsmittel versorgt hatten.

Zuerst überlegte Ācariya Mun seine morgentliche Almosenrunde zu machen. Er bemerkte, daß das Glück, welches er aus seiner Erlangung fühlte, alles war, was er an Ernährung benötigte. Aber er konnte es nicht abwenden Mitgefühl für die lokalen Dorfbewohner zu fühlen, die so viel für ihn getan hatten. Trotzdem er keine Begehren zu essen hatte, ging er dennoch auf Almosenrunde. Das Dorf diesen Morgen betretend, fixierte er seinen Blick auf die Leute, denen er zuvor wenig Aufmerksamkeit schenkte. Als er beabsichtigt auf die Leute blickte, die heraus kamen, um Nahrung in seine Schale zu geben, und auf jene, die um das Haus schwirrten samt den Kindern die im Staub spielten, fühlte er einen außergewöhnlichen Sinn von Wohlwollen und Mitgefühl für diese. Das gesamte Dorf schien an diesen Tag besonders strahlend und gut gelaunt, mit lächelnd Gesichtern, die ihm entgegen blickten, als sie ihn kommen sahen.

Mit der Rückkehr in seinen Bergabgeschiedenheit, fühlte sich sein Herz erfüllt mit Dhamma, während sein Körper sich gänzlich gesättigt fühlte, auch wenn er noch nicht gegessen hatte. Weder Körper noch Citta waren nur ein bisschen hungrig. Wie auch immer zwang er sich dazu, für den Körper, zu essen, nachdem dieser Nahrung benötigt, um am Leben zu bleiben. Die Nahrung erschien jedoch als würde sie keinen Geschmack haben. Der Geschmack von Dhamma alleine durchdrang seinen gesamten Körper und sein Herz. Wie der Buddha sagte: Der Geschmack von Dhamma übertrifft jeden anderen Geschmack.[81]

Sehnend das Dhamma zu hören, kamen all die Devas die darauf folgende Nacht, um Ācariya Mun zu besuchen. Erdbewohnende Devas und himmlische Devas kamen in Gruppen an, nahezu von allen Richtungen herbei strömend. Jede Gruppe beschrieb die erstaunliche Ausstrahlung, die durch die unwahrscheinliche Kraft seines Dhammas, die vorhergehende Nacht, verursacht wurde. Sie verglichen es als ein glorreiches Beben, das sich durch alle himmlischen Aufenthaltsorte in den weiten Reichen den Weltsystemes verbreitete. Dieses Beben war mit einem fantastischen Erglühen verbunden, welches die Längen und Breiten der unteren und oberen Reiche unbeschreiblich durchleuchtete. Sie erzählten ihn:

"Jene von uns und mit intuitivem Wissen, waren fähig ungehindert durch das gesamte Universum zu blicken, als die erstrahlende Qualität des Dhammas, von Eurer Person strömte, Ehrwürdiger Herr. Seine Brillanz war bei weiten strahlender als die von hunderten, selbst tausenden Sonnen. Es ist wahrlich undenkbar, daß da welche waren, die diesen Wunder übersehen haben. Nur menschliche Wesen und Tiere, die ein vergebliches erdgebundenes Leben leben, konnten so schrecklich blind sein, sich dem Schein der letzten Nacht nicht bewußt gewesen zu sein. Devas überall waren so betroffen, erstaunt und wahrlich fasziniert, sodaß sie eine eindringliche Erklärung der Anerkennung los ließen, um deren Hochgefühl gegenüber der Vollkommenheit Eurer Erlangung auszudrücken. Wenn es nicht solch eine absolut erstaunliche Erlangung gewesen war, wie könnte Wissen darüber sich so weit verbreitet haben?

"Ihr, Ehrwürdiger Herr, seid eine Person von heiliger Tugend, majestätischer Kraft und großem Einfluß, fähig eine Zuflucht für eine große Zahl von Lebewesen in zahlreichen Reichen der Existenz zu sein. Alle werden fähig sein, gesegnetes Wohl im Schatten Eurer Größe zu finden. Lebewesen aller Klassen, ob sie Menschen, Devas oder Brahmas sind, im Wasser, auf dem Land, oder in der Luft lebend, sind selten so beglückt genug, um solch einer Perfektion zu begegnen. Wir Devas halten und selbst für speziell gesegnet, Euch getroffen zu haben, Ehrwürdiger Herr, und die wertvolle Möglichkeit zu haben, Euch Respekt zu erweisen und Eure nützlichen Lehre zu empfangen. Wir sind Euch dankbar für das Darlegen des Dhammas, um unsere Herzen zu erstrahlen, uns auf den Pfad der Ausübung führend, sodaß wir schrittweise bewußt werden, wie wir uns selbst verbessern können."

Als die Versammlung von Devas letztlich in deren Reiche zurückkehrte, begann Ācariya Mun über die gewaltigen Schwierigkeiten zu reflektieren, die er in seiner Anstrengung, das Dhamma zu verwirklichen, erfahren hatte. Weil seine Ausübung solch außergewöhnliche Härte beinhaltete, betrachte er es als das Dhamma an der Schwelle des Todes. Wäre er nicht so nahe an den Tod gekommen, während er sich um das Erreichen der Freiheit von Dukkha mühte, dann hätte er sicherlich niemals diese Freiheit erreicht.

Der spirituelle Partner   

Nach dem Erreichen seines letztlichen Zieles, in Meditation sitzend, rief sich Ācariya Mun eine persönliche Angelegenheit aus seiner Vergangenheit in Erinnerung, eine für die er zuvor nicht viel Interesse hatte. Ich möchte hier eine Geschichte über die Vergangenheit Ācariya Muns erzählen. Es wäre Schade so eine faszinierende Geschichte auszulassen, auch deshalb, weil diese Art der Beziehung wahrscheinlich alle von euch wie ein Schatten begleitet, auch wenn ihr euch dessen nicht bewußt seit. Sollte die Erzählung in irgend einer Weise unpassend erscheinen, macht bitte den Autor dafür verantwortlich, nicht genügend umsichtig gewesen zu sein. Wie ihr im Anlesen vielleicht schon erraten habt, ist diese eine sehr private Angelegenheit, die nur im innersten Kreis Ācariya Muns Schüler angeredet wurde. Ich habe versucht das Verlangen, darüber hier zu schreiben, zu unterdrücken, doch je mehr ich dies tat, desto stärke würde das Gefühl der Dringlichkeit. Ich muß zugeben, daß ich hiermit einen Fehler begehe, aber hoffe, daß mir die Leser vergeben werden. Möge ich jedem, der im fortlaufendem Kreis von Geburt und Tod gefangen ist, damit mit etwas Nützlichem versorgen.

Diese Geschichte handelt von dem langzeitigen spirituellen Partner Ācariya Muns[82]. Ācariya Mun erzählte, daß er und sein spiritueller Partner, in einem vorhergegangenem Leben ein gemeinsames feierliches Gelübte abgegeben haben, zusammen an der Verwirklichung der Buddhaschaft zu arbeiten. Während der letzten Jahre, vor seiner letztlichen Errungenschaft, kam sie ab und zu, während er in Samādhi war, um ihn zu besuchen. Zu diesen Anlässen, gab er ihr kurze Dhammalehren und dann verschwand sie wieder. Sie erschien ihm stets als körperloses Bewußtsein. Entgegen der Lebewesen der meisten Reiche, hatte sie keine wahrnehmbare Form. Als er sie über ihre formlose Existenz befragte, erklärte sie, daß sie sich Sorgen über ihn machte, und sie sich noch nicht für eine Existenz, in einer bestimmte Ebene, entschlossen habe. Sie fürchtete, daß er ihre Beziehung vergessen würde, ihr gemeinsames Gelübte, Buddhaschaft in der Zukunft zu erreichen. So kam sie nun aus Sorge und etwas Enttäuscht, von Zeit zu Zeit zu ihm, um nach ihm zu sehen. Ācariya Mun erkärte ihr dann, daß er das Gelübde bereits aufgegeben hat und Anstelle für das Erreichen von Nibbāna, noch in diesem Leben praktiziere. Er hatte kein Verlangen nochmal geboren zu werden, welches bedeuten würde, all das Elend, daß er in den vergangenen Leben erleiden mußte, unweigerlich auch in die Zukunft mitzutragen.

Auch wenn sie niemals auf ihre Gefühle zurückgekommen ist, blieb sie besorgt über ihre Beziehung, und ihr Sehnsucht nach ihm, nahm nicht ab. So kam sie ihn alle gute Zeiten besuchen. Aber zu diesem Anlaß war es Ācariya Mun, der an sie denken mußte, und sich Sorgen um ihr Versprechen machte, so sie in der Vergangenheit gemeinsam durch zahlreiche Schwierigkeiten gegangen sind. Über diesen Umstand, nach seiner Errungenschaft nachdenkend, kam es ihm auf, daß er sie treffen möchte, sodaß sie ein neues Verständnis bekommen würde. Er wollte ihr ein paar Dinge erklären und damit jeglichen verbleibenden Zweifel und Angst, im Bezug ihrer früheren Partnerschaft, ausräumen. Später in dieser Nacht und kurz nachdem dieser Gedanke in ihm aufgekommen war, erschien sein spiritueller Partner, in ihrem gewohnten formlosen Zustand.

Ācariya Mun begann sie über die Ebene ihrer gegenwärtige Existenz zu fragen. Er wollte wissen, warum sie keine wahrnehmbare Form wie andere Wesen von himmlischen Ebenen hatte und wie genau ihre Umstände waren. Das formlose Wesen antwortete, daß sie in einem der niedrigeren himmlischen Zustände, der Wesen im unermesslichen empfindsamen Universum, lebte. Und als sie sich über seinen Wunsch, sie möge kommen, bewußt wurde, kam sie in dieser Nacht zu ihm.

Gewöhnlich wagte sie es nicht, ihn oft zu besuchen. Auch wenn sie ihn wirklich sehen wollte, war sie dennoch immer scheu und zurückhaltend. Tatsächlich waren ihre Besuche niemals schädigend für beide, da sie von einer Art waren, die niemals verletzend gewesen ist. Und dennoch brachte sie ihre lange andauernde Liebe zu ihm dazu, nur zögerlich zu kommen. Ācariya Mun hatte ihr auch gesagt, daß, auch wenn es nicht verletzend sein, sie ihn nicht all zu oft besuchen sollte, da solche Besuche immer noch zu emotionalen Hindernissen werden können und ihm in seinem Prozess verlangsamen könnten. Sein Herz, daß naturgemäß sehr empfindlich war, könnte durch solche subtilen emotionalen Anhaftungen berührt werden und dies könnte zu einem Konflikt in seiner Meditationspraxis führen. Überzeugt, daß dies der Wahrheit entsprach, besuchte sie ihn nur sehr selten.

Sie war sich überaus bewußt darüber, daß er seiner Verbindung zu Geburt und Tod, inklusive früherer Freunde und Verwandte, gedient hatte und natürlich auch als spiritueller Partner, der auf ihn zählte, ohne irgend ein wie immer geartetes unterschwelliges Bedauern. Alles in allem war es ein Ereignis, daß dramatische Einflüsse durch alle Weltensysteme hatte. Aber anstatt, wie sonst, die Freude zu genießen, wie sie es in der Vergangenheit tat, wenn sie sich trafen, fühlte sie sich etwas beschämt, eine unorthodoxe Reaktionen hervorrufend. Sie dachte Anstelle, daß er verantwortungslos sein, und es verweigerte, an den loyalen spirituellen Freund zu denken, der viele Leiden mit ihm durchlebt hat und sich gemeinsam mit ihm durch so viele Existenten mühte. Sie sich Devas heimgezahlt, in ihrem Unglück alleine gelassen, Dukkha zwar zu erfassen, aber unfähig es los zu lassen. Er war bereits über Dukkha hinaus und läßt sie, gefangen in der Bürde des Leidens, zurück. Desto mehr sie darüber nachdachte, desto mehr fühlte sie sich wie jemand, der der Weisheit beraubt wurde und dennoch den Mond und die Sterne berühren wollte. Und am Ende fiel sie wieder zurück auf die Erde, umklammert von all ihrem Elend, unfähig eine Ausweg aus solch einem traurigen Unglück zu finden.

Unglücklich und bedrückt war sie und kämpfte darum, sich aus ihrem Elend zu befreien und plädierte dafür sie zur unterstützen: "Ich bin bitter enttäuscht. Wo sollte ich nur Glück finden? Ich möchte so gerne den Mond und die Sterne am Himmel berühren! Es ist so schrecklich und schmerzhaft. Du selbst bist wie der Mond und die Sterne oben am Himmel, die hell in alle Richtungen strahlen. Für dich selbst, im Dhamma gefestigt, ist deine Existenz niemals düster, niemals trostlos. Du bist so vollkommen zufrieden und deine Aura strahlt durch alle Teile des Universums. Wenn ich immer noch ausreichend beglückt bin, zeige mir bitte den Weg des Dhammas. Bitte hilf mir diese Strahlen zu erlangen, klares Wissen der Einsicht[83], befreie mich rasch aus dem Kreislauf aus Geburt und Tod, um dir im Erreichen von Nibbāna zu folgen, sodaß ich nicht länger diese Qualen durchleben muß. Möge dieses Gelübde stark genug sein, um die Begierde meines Herzens zu einem Ergebnis zu bringen, und mir erlauben, den Zauber der Erleuchtung so schnell wie möglich zu erreichen.d

Krümmend vor Jammern und Leid, war das inbrünstige Appell des sorgenvollen fromlosen Wesens, als sie ihre Hoffnung Erleuchtung zu erlangen ausdrückte.

Ācariya Mun antwortete, daß es nicht seine Absicht war sie her zu rufen, Bedauern aus der Vergangenheit herauszulocken: "Leute die einander gutes wünschen, sollten nicht in dieser Weise denken. Hast du nicht die vier brahmavihāras: mettā, karuṇā, muditā und upekkhā ausgeübt?[84]

Das formlose Wesen antwortete: "Ich habe diese für so eine lange Zeit praktiziert, daß ich mir nicht helfen kann, nicht daran zu denken, wie nahe zusammen wir einst diese Praxis geteilt haben. Wenn eine Person sich nur selbst in Sicherheit bringt, wie du das gemacht hast, ist das ganz normal für jene, die zurück bleiben, enttäuscht zu sein. Ich bin in diesem Elend, weil ich zurückgelassen wurde, ohne das sich jemand um mich kümmert. Ich kann immer noch keinen Weg sehen, meinen Schmerz zu erleichtern."

Er ermahnte sie: "Ob du nun für dich alleine oder zusammen mit anderen ausübst, wird Wohlwollen zu dem Zweck entwickelt, um Angst und Leiden in dir selbst zu mindern und nicht dafür es zu steigern bis du, in Aufregung, traurig wirst. Ist das richtig, oder nicht?"

"Ja, aber die Tendenz von Leuten mit Kilesas (Trübungen) ist so ein Wirrwarr, nicht wissend welches der richtige Pfad, für einen glatten und sichern Übergang ist. Wir wissen nicht, ob das was wir tun, richtig oder falsch ist, oder ob das Ergebnis Freude oder Leid sein wird. Wir kennen den Schmerz in unseren Herzen, aber wir wissen keinen Weg heraus. So sind wir zurückgelassen, uns über unser Unglück zu ärgern, so wie du mich jetzt hier siehst."

Ācariya Mun erzählte, daß das formlose Wesen felsenfest in ihren Vorwürfen gegen über ihm war. Sie beschuldigte ihn, alleine geflüchtet zu sein, ihr keinerlei Mitleid zeigend, für sie, die so lange mit ihm gemeinsam gekämpft hat, um Dukkha zu überwinden. Sie warf ihm vor, daß er keine Anstrengung aufbrachte, sie zu unterstützen, sodaß sie eine Befreiung vom Leiden erreichen könnte.

Er versuchte sie zu beruhigen: "Wenn zwei Leute am selben Tisch essen, wird unweigerlich einer vor dem anderen satt werden. Es ist nicht möglich, daß beide im selben Moment gesättigt sind. Nimm den Fall vom erhabenen Buddha und seiner früheren Geliebten, Yasodhara. Auch wenn sie für viele Zeitalter zusammen Tugenden aller Arten entwickelt haben, war der erhabene Buddha der erste, der Dukkha durchschaute, und dann zurückkehrte, um seine vormalige Geliebte zu belehren, sodaß es auch ihr später möglich war, das andere Ufer zu erreichen. Du solltest dir diese Lektion genauer durch den Kopf gehen lassen, Anstelle dich über die Person zu beschweren, die gerade ihr Bestes versucht einen Weg zu finden, dir helfen zu können. Ich bin ernsthaft damit beschäftigt ein Werkzeug zu finden, daß dir bei der Überfahrt hilft, und du greifst mich an, herzlos und unverantwortlich zu sein. Solche Gedanken sind wirklich unpassend. Diese werden mehr dazu beitragen ein Unbehagen für uns beide zu verursachen. Du solltest deine Haltung ändern und dem Beispiel von Buddhas früherer Geliebten folgen, ein exzellentes Beispiel für jedermann und eines, das wahre Freude aufkommen läßt.

"Mein Grund um dich treffen zu wollen, ist dir zu helfen und nicht dich abzudrängen. Ich habe deine Entwicklungen im Dhamma immer unterstützt. Zu sagen, daß ich dich zurückgelassen habe und mich nicht länger um dein Wohlergehen kümmere, ist einfach nicht richtig. Meine Ratschläge strömen aus dem Herzen, dessen Wohlwollen und Mitgefühl absolut rein sind. Wenn du diesen Ratschlägen folgst, sie mit besten Vermögen praktizierst, werde ich mich an deinem Fortschritt freuen. Und solltest du vollkommen zufriedenstellende Resultate erlangen, werde ich befriedigt in Gleichmut verbleiben.[85]

"Unsere ursprüngliche Absicht Buddhaschaft zu erreichen, war dazu, um einen Zweck, für das Überwinden des Kreislauf der Wiedergeburten, auszudrücken. Mein anschließendes Verlangen dann anstelle den Status eines Sāvaka [86] zu erlangen, ist letztlich ein Verlangen, daß das selbe Ziel anstrebt: ein Zustand frei von Kilesas und Āsava[87], frei von allem Dukkha, das allerhöchste Glück, Nibbāna. So wie ich dem rechten Pfad durch viele verschiedene Leben gefolgt bin, inklusive meinem jetzigen Status als buddhistischer Mönch, habe ich stets mein Bestes getan, um mit dir in Kontakt zu bleiben. In all dieser Zeit, habe ich dich so gut ich es konnte belehrt, mit all dem Wohlwollen, daß ich dir gegenüber fühlte. Niemals war da ein Zeitpunkt, an dem ich dachte, dich im Stich zu lassen, und mich nur nach meiner eigenen Befreiung umzusehen, meine Gedanken waren stets voller Sorge, voller liebendem Mitgefühl für dich. Ich habe immer gehofft, dich aus dem Elend der Geburten im Saṁsāra, befreien zu können und dich in Richtung Nibbāna zu führen."

"Deine abnormale Reaktion, dich angegriffen zu fühlen, weil du annimmst, ich hatte dich verlassen, ohne mich um dein Wohlergehen zu kümmern, ist für keinen von uns von Nutzen. Von nun an, solltest du von so einer Denkweise Abstand nehmen. Erlaube diesen Gedanken nicht aufzukommen und auf deinem Herzen herumzutrampeln, da diese nur unendliches Elend mit ihrem Vorhandensein bringen, ein Resultat, daß in meinem Falle nicht paßt, da ich immer mit herzlichem Mitgefühl bestrebt war, dir heraus zu helfen.

"Ohne Rücksicht verschwinden? Wohin bin ich hinverschwunden? Und warum sollte ich mich nicht kümmern? Zu diesem Zeitpunkt gebe ich mein Äußerstes um dir jede mögliche Hilfe zu geben. Kommt nicht alles was ich dir erkläre aus so einer mitfühlenden Anteilnahme, wie ich es gerade jetzt zeige? Die konstante Ermutigung die ich gegeben habe, kommt direkt aus einem Herzen, daß bis zum Rand voll mit Mitgefühl ist und das Wasser aller großen Ozeane übertrifft, ein Mitgefühl, daß schonungslos weiter fließt, ohne Sorge einmal auszutrocknen. Bitte sieh ein, daß es mir immer eine Absicht war, dir zu helfen und akzeptiere das Dhamma, das ich dir anbiete. Wenn du mir einfach vertraust und entsprechend praktizierst, wirst du die Früchte von innerem Glück für dich selbst erfahren.

"Von ersten Tag an, als ich mich zum Mönch einweihen ließ, habe ich ernsthaft die Wege des Dhammas praktiziert, niemals habe ich überlwollend gegenüber anderen gedacht. Meine Motivation dich zu treffen, war nicht um dich zu betrügen, oder dich zu verletzen, jedoch um dir bestmöglich, aus ganzem Herzen, zu helfen. Wenn du verweigerst mir zu vertrauen, wird es schwierig für dich sein irgend jemand anderen zu finden, der es so wert ist, dein Vertrauen zu verdienen. Du sagtest, du warst dir dem Zittern des Universums diese Nacht bewußt. Dieses Beben, denkst du es wurde in dieser Welt durch das ‚Betrügen des Dhammas’ verursacht? Ist das der Grund, warum du so zögerst, die Dinge, die ich dir so anmutig angeboten habe, zu Herzen zu nehmen? Wenn du einsiehst, daß Dhamma wirklich das Dhamma der Wahrheit ist, dann solltest du das Beben des Universums diese Nacht, als einen maßgeblichen Faktor für dein Vertrauen ansehen, und dich in dem Umstand entspannen, daß du noch immer eine große Rücklage von Verdiensten hast. Es ist dir immer noch möglich einer zeitgerechten Erklärung des Dhammas zuzuhören, auch wenn eine Wiedergeburt in der fromlosen Ebene so etwas eigentlich unmöglich macht. Ich halte es für mein Glück, daß es mir möglich ist, dich nun zu belehren. Du solltest dich über dein Glück stolz fühlen, jemanden zu haben, der dich aus deinem hoffnungslosen Schwermut, der aus deinem missgeratenen Denken erzeugt wurde, heraus hilft. Wenn du in dieser Weise positiv denken kannst, würde mich das erfreuen. So ein Denken, würde dich nicht so stark an Dukkha binden, daß dich so blind macht und dich den Weg nicht finden läßt. Ich würde es nicht erlauben, Dhamma als etwas Weltliches anzusehen, oder Mitgefühl als etwas Übelwollendes zu halten."

Als sie Ācariya Mun zuhörte, wie er diese Argumente mit so viel lieblichem Mitgefühl vor brachte, fühlte sich sein spiritueller Partner als würde er in einem Strom von himmlischem Wasser gebadet werden. Schrittweise gewann sie ihre Gemütsruhe wieder. Von seiner Rede bezaubert, wurde ihr Geist ruhig und ihre Haltung respektvoll.

Als er mit dem Sprechen aufhörte, gestand sie ihren Fehler: "Meine Liebe und mein hoffnungslose Verlangen nach dir, haben so viele Probleme gebracht. Ich habe geglaubt, daß du mich verlassen hast, deinen eigenen Weg gehst, was dazu führte, daß ich mich abgestoßen fühlte. Ich wurde fürchterlich enttäuscht. Ich konnte nicht aufhören nachzudenken, wie nutzlos und verstoßen ich mich fühlte, mit niemandem dem ich mich zuwenden konnte. Aber nun, als ich das Licht des Dhammas empfangen habe, ist mein Herz kühl und zufrieden. Ich kann nun die Bürde des Elends, daß ich herumgetragen habe ablegen, da dein Dhamma wie ein göttlicher Nektar, der über mein Herz wäscht, es reinigt und strahlend macht, ist. Bitte vergib mir alles was immer ich auch aus Unwissenheit falsch gemacht habe. Ich bin entschlossen in der Zukunft umsichtiger zu sein, niemals soll ich diesen Fehler wieder begehen."

Als sie ihre Ansprache beendete, riet ihr Ācariya Mun eine Geburt in einer passenderen Ebene anzunehmen und sagte ihr, das sie Sorgen aus der Vergangenheit vergessen sollte. Respektvoll versprach sie seinem Rat zu folgen und stellte dann eine letzte Bitte: "Wenn ich eine Geburt in einem passenden Reich angenommen habe, werde ich wie zuvor zu dir kommen und auf deine Ratschläge hören? Bitte gib mir einen Segen dafür." Als Ācariya Mun ihr diesen Wunsch zugesagt hatte, verschwand sie im selben Augenblick.

Als das formlose Wesen weg war, kam Ācariya Muns Citta aus dem Samādhi. Es war fast fünf Uhr in der Früh und schon nahe am Hell werden. Er hatte sich die ganze Nacht lang nicht ausgeruht. Sich um etwas acht Uhr in Samādhi hingesetzt, hatte er für viele Stunden der Nacht, mit dem formlosen Wesen gesprochen.

Nicht lange danach, kam das selbe Wesen um ihn nochmal zu besuchen. Dieses mal kam sie in der körperlichen Gestalt eine wunderschönen Deva. Auch in Rücksicht auf die spezielle Würde des Mönchs, den sie besuchte, war sie nicht mit den für Devas üblichen Schmuck bestückt.

Nach der Ankunft, erklärte sie ihre neue Situation: "Nachdem ich mir deine Erklärung angehört hatte, welche all meinen Zweifel entfernte und mich aus dem Elend, mit dem ich gequält war, befreit hatte, wurde ich ihm Tāvatiṁsa Himmel wiedergeboren, eine himmlische Sphäre voller freudvoller Vergnügen, das ich jetzt alles als Resultat der Güte, die wir gemeinsam als Menschen entwickelt haben, genieße. Auch wenn ich diese freudige Existenz, als eine Konsequenz meiner eigenen guten Verdienste erfahren darf, komme ich nicht aus, mich an Sie zu erinnern, da Sie, ehrwürdiger Herr, derjenige waren, der mich ursprünglich dazu angehalten hat, gutes zu tun. Aus eigenen Stücken, hätte ich nie die Weisheit aufgebracht, dieses für die Erfüllung meiner Zufriedenstellung, zusammen zu bringen.

"Mich ausreichend beglückt fühlend, in diesem himmlischen Glanz wiedergeboren zu sein, bin ich gänzlich befriedigt und nicht länger verärgert oder nachtragend. Als ich an die immense Güte, die Sie mir stets gezeigt haben, zurück dachte, würde mir klar wie wichtig es für uns im Leben ist, Umsicht zu wählen, sich um alles zu kümmern, von unsere Arbeit, zu unserem Essen, unseren Freunde und Gefährten, männlich wie auch weiblich. So eine Umsicht ist äußerst wichtig, um eine reibungslose, problemfreie Existenz zu führen. Das wird ganz besonders wahr, wenn man sich dafür entscheidet von einem Lebenspartner abhängig zu sein, für ein Besseres oder Schlimmeres. Einen Partner zu wählen, erfordert spezielle Aufmerksamkeit, weil wir alles mit dieser Person teilen, selbst unseren Atem. Jedes Glück und jede Sorge auf dem Weg, wird notwendiger Weise beide Parteien berühren."

"Jene, die einen guten Partner haben, selbst wenn sie unzulänglich in Hinsicht von Intelligenz, ihrem Temperament, oder ihrem Verhalten sein mögen, sind immer noch gesegnet, jemanden zu haben, der sie führt und sie dazu anhält, sich mit ihren Angelegenheiten auseinander zu setzen, beide, deren weltliche Angelegenheiten, die Friede und Stabilität in der Familie bringen und in ihren spirituellen Angelegenheiten, welche ihre Herzen nähren. Alle anderen Dinge werden ebenfalls davon profitieren und so werden sie sich nicht, niemals sicher wie diese Sache ausgehen wird, blind in der Dunkelheit herum irrend fühlen. Jeder der Partner eine gute Person, begrüßen sie es gegenseitig, ein lebendiges Paradies innerhalb der Familie zu gestalten, erlauben jedem friedvoll und zufrieden zu verbleiben, und zu jeder Zeit frei von Streit. Alle Mitglieder helfen dabei mit, diese Atmosphäre zu erhalten: jeder ist gelassen und gesetzt, gut gegründet im Prinzip der Sachlichkeit, im Gegensatz dazu wäre, einfach zu machen was immer sie wollen, welches gegensätzlich zu jedem Moralprinzip ist, und würde deren fortwährenden Frieden und Genügsamkeit gefährdet. Verheiratete Paare arbeiten zusammen, um ihre Zukunft zu gestalten. Zusammen kreieren sie gutes und schlechtes Kamma. Sie erzeugen Freude und Leid, Tugend und Schlechtes, Himmel und Hölle, vom Beginn ihrer Beziehung an, bis in die Gegenwart und in die Zukunft, ein kontinuierlicher Zusammenhang."

"Mit der Möglichkeit, Sie durch viele Leben zu begleiten zu haben, gesegnet, bin ich dazu gekommen, dies in meiner eigenen Situation zu erkennen. Mit ihrer Führung, ehrwürdiger Herr, habe ich Güte zu einem integralen Anteil meines Charakters gemacht. Sie haben mich immer sicher durch alle Gefahren gesteuert und mich niemals in eine schlechte oder schandhafte Richtung abweichen lassen. Daraus resultierend, bin ich all diese Lebenszeiten eine gute Person geblieben. Ich kann Ihnen gar nicht erklären, wie dankbar ich ihnen für all ihre Güte, die sie mir gezeigt haben, bin. Ich erkenne nun die Übertretungen, die ich in der Vergangenheit verursacht habe. Bitte vergeben Sie mit meine Vergehen, sodaß keinerlei schleichende Feindseligkeit zwischen uns verbleibt."

Der Bitte der Deva zustimmend, vergab ihr Ācariya Mun. Er gab ihr dann eine inspirierende Rede und ermutigte sie dazu, ihre Spiritualität zu perfektionieren. Als er zu einem Ende kam, zollte sie ihm Respekt, trat etwas zurück und verfloß freudvoll in den Himmel.

Einige der grollenden Bemerkungen, die sie als formloses Wesen machte, waren zu entfremdend um sie hier anzuführen, so war es mir auch nicht möglich alle Details der Unterhaltung hier wiederzugeben, und dafür bitte ich um Entschuldigung. Ich bin wie auch immer nicht ganz glücklich mit dem was hier niedergeschrieben ist, aber ich dachte, daß ohne diese gedankenprovozierende Geschichte etwas ausgelassen sein würde.

Die Erhabenste Anerkennung   

In den Nächten, Ācariya Mun Erlangung von Vimutti folgend, kam eine Anzahl von Buddhas, begleitet von deren Arahat-Schülern, um ihm zu seinem Vimuttidhamma zu gratulieren. Eines Nachts, kam ein gewisser Buddha, begleitet von zehntausenden von Arahat-Schülern zu Besuch. Die nächste Nacht wurde er von einem anderen Buddha besucht, der von hunderttausenden Arahat-Schülern begleitet war. Jede Nacht kam ein anderer Buddha um seine Anerkennung, begleitet von verschiedener Zahl an Arahat-Schülern begleitet, auszudrücken. Ācariya Mun bemerkte, daß die Anzahl der begleitenden Arahat-Schüler für jeden Buddha, entsprechend seiner Anreicherung an Verdiensten, variierte, ein Umstand der von einem Buddha zum nächsten unterschiedlich war. Die aufscheinende Anzahl von Arahat-Schülern, die jeden Buddha begleitete, stellte nicht die gesamte Zahl seiner Arahat-Schüler dar, sie demonstrieren eher den relativen Grad der Anhäufung an Verdiensten und Vollkommenheit, die jeder einzelne Buddha besaß. Unter den Arahat-Schülern, jeden dieser Buddhas begleitend, waren relative viele junge Novizen.[88] Ācariya Mun war etwas skeptisch darüber, und so reflektierte er dieses und erkannte, daß der Begriff "Arahat" nicht nur für Mönche gilt. Novizen, deren Herzen völlig rein sind, sind auch Arahat-Schüler, so warf deren Anwesenheit keine Angelegenheit, auf irgend eine Weise, auf.

Die meisten der Buddhas, die kamen, um Ācariya Mun deren Anerkennung zu zeigen, warteten ihn in folgender Weise auf::

"Ich, der Tathāgata. bin mir bewußt, daß Sie von den schädlichen Auswirkungen dieses monströsen Leidens, welches sie im Gefängnis von Saṁsāra[89] aushielten, entflohen sind, und so bin ich gekommen, um meine Anerkennung auszudrücken. Dieses Gefängnis ist riesig, und nahezu unüberwindbar. Es ist voller verlockender Verführungen, welche jene, die unachtsam sind, so gefangen hält, daß es für jeden extrem schwierig ist auszubrechen. Von der großen Anzahl der Leute, die in der Welt leben, erachtet auch nur schwer einer so weit, um darüber nachzudenken einen Weg aus dem Dukkha zu suchen, welches fortwährend Körper und Geist quält. Sie sind wie kranke Leute, die nicht bemüht werden können Medizin zu nehmen. Selbst wenn da ausreichend Medizin ist, ist sie von keinem Nutzen für Personen, die es ablehnen sie zu nehmen.

"Buddha-Dhamma ist wie Medizin. Lebewesen im Saṁsāra sind von schmerzvollen, erdrückenden Krankheiten der Kilesas betroffen, welches endloses Leiden erzeugt. Unabwendbar kann diese Krankheit nur mit der Medizin des Dhammas geheilt werden. Ungeheilt belassen, wird es Lebewesen durch eine endlose Abfolge von Geburt und Tod schleppen, all das, gebunden an körperlichen und geistigen Schmerz. Auch wenn Dhamma überall im gesamten Universum existiert, jene, die nicht wirklich interessiert daran sind, selbst passend diese heilenden Qualitäten zuzuwenden, sind unfähig Nutzen daraus zu ziehen.

"Dhamma existiert auf seine eigene natürliche Weise. Lebewesen im Saṁsāra drehen sich herum wie Räder, durch den Schmerz und das Leiden, in jedem folgenden Leben, der natürliche Weg von Saṁsāra. Sie haben nicht wirklich eine Aussicht jemals das Ende von Dukkha zu sehen. Und da ist kein Weg ihnen zu helfen, es sei den sie sind gewillt, sich selbst zu helfen, indem sie fest an die Prinzipien des Dhammas halten, gewissenhaft versuchen, sie in Ausübung zu bringen. Ganz gleich wie viele Buddhas erleuchten, oder wie ausgedehnt deren Lehren sind, nur jene die gewillt sind, die beschriebene Medizin zu nehmen, werden Nutzen ziehen.

"Das Dhamma, gelehrt von all den Buddhas, ist ununterschiedlich das Selbe: von Schlechtem abstehen und Gutes tun. Da existiert keine Dhammalehre, ausgenommen dieser: Denn selbst die ausgefallensten Kilesas, in den Herzen von Lebewesen, sind nicht so ausgefallen, daß sie die Macht des Dhammas, gelehrt von den Buddhas, überwinden könnten. Dieses Dhamma für sich, ist ausreichend, jede Art von Kilesas, die da sein mögen, auszulöschen, außer natürlich für jede, die ausüben, und sich erlauben von deren Kliesas besiegt zu werden, und so rückschließen, daß das Dhamma wertlos sein muß.

"Von Natur aus haben Kilesas sich immer gegen die Macht von Dhamma gewehrt. Als Konsequenz daraus sind Leute, die sich von den Kilesas besiegen lassen, Leute die das Dhamma nicht schätzen. Sie sind nicht gewillt den Weg auszuüben, denn sie sehen es als etwas, schwierig zu tun, an, eine Verschwendung von Zeit, die sie andererseits verwenden könnten, um sich zu erfreuen, ungeachtet dem Schaden den solches Vergnügen ihnen bereitet. Eine weise, weitsichtige Person sollte sich nicht in eine Schale zurückziehen. Wie eine Schildkröte in einem Topf voller kochendem Wasser, ist sie sicher zu sterben, weil sie keinen Weg der Flucht finden kann. Die Welt ist ein großer Kessel, kochend mit der konsumierenden Hitze der Kilesas. Weltliche Wesen aller Arten, überall, müssen diese Qual ertragen, denn da ist kein Platz um sich zu verstecken, kein Weg diese Feuersbrunst in deren Herzen zu umgehen, genau dort wo Dukkha ist.

"Sie haben den wahren wirklichen Tathāgata gesehen, oder? Was ist der wahre Tathāgata? Der wahre Tathāgata ist einfach die Reinheit des Herzens, die sie gerade verwirklicht haben. Die körperliche Form in der ich nun erscheine, ist bloß eine Manifestation von relativer, konventioneller Realität.[90] Diese Form repräsentiert den wahren Buddha oder Arahat nicht, sie ist nur eine konventionelle körperliche Erscheinung."

Ācariya Mun erwiderte, daß er keine Zweifel über die wahre Natur von Buddha und den Arahats hat. Was ihn immer noch verdutzte: Wie konnte der Buddha und die Arahats, Anupādisesa-nibbāna[91] erlangt habend, ohne jegliche verbleibende Spur von relativer, konventioneller Wirklichkeit, immer noch in körperlicher Form erscheinen: Der Buddha erklärte ihm die Angelegenheit:

"Wenn jene, die Anupādisesa-nibbāna erlangt haben, wünschen mit anderer Arahats, die deren Herzen gereinigt haben, und immer noch einen physischen, weltlichen Körper besitzen, in Kontakt zu treten, müssen sie sich vorübergehend ein weltliche Form erdenken, um Kontakt zu machen. Doch wenn alle betroffenen bereits Anupādisesa-nibbāna, ohne verbleibender Spur von relativer, konventioneller Realität, erlangt haben, dann ist der Gebrauch von konventionellen Konstruktionen völlig unnötig. So ist es notwendig in einer konventionellen Form zu erscheinen, wenn mit konventioneller Wirklichkeit umgehend, aber wenn die konventioneller Welt völlig überwunden wurde, existiert so ein Problem nicht mehr.

"Alle Buddhas kennen Begebenheiten der Vergangenheit und Zukunft durch Nimittas, die für sie die originale konventionelle Realität der Vorkommnisse in Frage, symbolisieren.[92] Wenn ein Buddha es zum Beispiel wünscht, die Leben des Buddhas, der ihm vorausgegangen ist, zu kennen, muß er das Nimitta von jedem Buddha, und den einzelnen Umständen, in welchen er lebte, als ein Mittel, welches direkt zu dem Wissen führt, nehmen. Wenn etwas über die relative Welt der konventionellen Wirklichkeit existiert, dieses Vimutti seiend, kann da kein Symbol sein, um es zu repräsentieren. Wegen diesen, hängt Wissen über vergangene Buddhas von weltlichen Konventionen ab, um einer allgemeinen Grundlage des Verständnisses zu dienen, so wie es mein gegenwärtiger Besuch darstellt. Es ist notwendig, daß ich und alle meine Arahat-Schüler, in unserer originalen weltlichen Form erscheinen, sodaß anderer, wie sie, ein Mittel haben, festzustellen, wie unsere Erscheinung war. Wenn wir nicht in dieser Form erscheinen würden, würde niemand fähig sein uns wahrzunehmen.[93]

"Zu Anlässen, wenn es notwendig ist, Mittlens konventioneller Wirklichkeit, wechselzuwirken, muß Vimutti, mit den passenden Mitteln konventioneller Mittel, manifestiert werden. Im Falle von reinem Vimutti, so wie wenn zwei gereinigte Cittas miteinander wechselwirken, existiert da nur die essentielle Qualität des Wissens, welches in keiner Weise erklärt werden kann. Wenn wir so die Natur von völliger Reinheit freilegen wollen, müssen wir konventionelle Mittel einbringen, die uns helfen, die Erfahrung von Vimutti aufzuzeigen. Wir können zum Beispiel sagen, daß Vimutti ein 'selbststrahlender Zustand, leer von allen Nimittas, das ultimative Glück repräsentierend', ist. Doch dieses sind bloß weitläufig verwendete, konventionelle Gleichnisse. Jemand der es klar in seinem Herzen kennt, hat keinen Zweifel über Vimutti. Da seine wahren Eigenschaften unmöglich übertragbar sind, ist Vimutti, in einem relativen, konventionellen Sinn, unbegreifbar. Vimutti konventionell manifestiert, und Vimutti in seinem originalen Zustand existierend, werden jedoch mit absoluter Klarheit von einem Arahat gekannt. Dieses beinhaltet Vimutti für sich selbst, mit dem Mittel von konventionellen Konstruktionen, unter gewissen Umständen, manifestiert, wie auch Vimutti in seinem Original existierenden, unbedingten Zustand. Haben Sie mich über die Angelegenheit gefragt, weil sie in Zweifel waren, oder einfach als Punkt der Unterhaltung?"

"Ich habe keine Zweifel über die konventionellen Aspekte aller Buddhas, noch über die unbedingten Aspekte. Meine Eingabe war eine konventionelle Art um Respekt zu zeigen. Selbst ohne einen Besuch von Euch und Euren Arahat-Schülern, würde ich keinen Zweifel darüber haben, wo der wahre Buddha, das Dhamma und die Sangha liegt. Es ist meine klare Überzeugung, daß wer immer das Dhamma sieht, den Tathāgata sieht. Dieses bedeutet, daß der Erhabene Buddha, das Dhamma, und die Sangha, alle den selben natürlichen Zustand von absoluter Reinheit angeben, völlig frei von konventioneller Realität, allgemein als die Drei Juwelen gekannt."

"Ich, der Tathāgata, fragte Sie diese Frage nicht, weil ich dachte, sie wären in Zweifel, sondern mehr als einen freundlichen Gruß." [94]

Zu diesem Anlaß, als die Buddhas und deren Arahat-Schüler zu Besuch kamen, warteten nur die Buddhas Ācariya Mun auf. Keiner der Schüler, die sie begleiteten, sprach ein Wort, als sie still und gelassen saßen, in einer Art, würdig des höchsten Respekt, zuhörend. Selbst die kleinen Novizen, anbetungswürdiger aussehend als ehrwürdig, zeigten die selbe stille Gelassenheit. Manche von ihnen waren recht jung, zwischen neun und zwölf Jahren alt, und Ācariya Mun fand sie wahrlich liebenswert.

Eine durchschnittliche Person wurde zuerst nur liebenswerte Kinder mit strahlenden Augen sehen. Sich unbewußt seiend, daß sie Arahats waren, wurde einer wahrscheinlich dazu neigen, Unsinn zu machen, daran gehen spielerisch einen Klapps auf deren Köpfe geben, ohne die Dreistigkeit dessen zu erkennen. Als Ācariya Mun über dieses sprach, dachte ich schlechter Weise, daß ich wahrscheinlich der Erste sein würde, der dem erlegen würde, daran zu gehen, mit ihnen zu spielen, ungeachtet der Konsequenzen. Danach könnte ich immer noch um deren verzeihen bitten.

Ācariya Mun sagte das, auch wenn sie junge Novizen waren, sie sich sehr reif benahmen. Sie waren so ruhig, gelassen und beeindruckt alle anderen Arahat-Schüler zu sehen. In Kurze stellten alle Arahat Mönche und Novizen, die jeden Buddha begleiteten, ein fehlerloses Verhalten, würdig dem höchsten Respekt, dar. Sie waren nett, ordentlich und angenehm fürs Auge, wie einwandfrei gefaltene Roben.

Ācariya Mun war immer wißbegierg wie Sitz- und Gehmeditation zur Zeit des Buddhas ausgeübt wurde. Er hatte auch Fragen über die passende Etikette, die zwischen jüngeren und älteren Mönchen zu benützen war, und ob es für einen Mönch notwendig war, seine formalen Roben, während des Ausübens von Meditation, zu tragen. Als solche Fragen in seinem Geist auf kamen, erschien ausnahmslos ein Buddha oder Arahat-Schüler ihm in Samādhi, und demonstriere, wie diese Ausübung ursprünglich in Buddhas Tagen ausgeübt wurde. Zum Beispiel war Ācariya Mun wißbegierig über die korrekte Art Gehmeditation auszuüben, sowie passenden Respekt für das Dhamma zu zeigen. Ein Buddha oder ein Arahat erschien dann, und führte es im Detail aus, wo die Hände zu platzieren waren, wie man geht, und wie man selbstbeherrscht bleibt. Manchmal beinhalteten diese Dinge explizite Anweisung, zu anderen Zeiten wurden die Methoden als Beispiele demonstriert. Sie zeigten ihm auch solche Dinge, wie die passende Weise in Samādhi zu sitzen, inklusive die angemessenste Richtung, in die man blickt, und die beste einnehmbare Sitzposition, auf.

Ācariya Mun hatte seltsame Dinge zu sagen, wie jüngere und ältere Mönche sich gegenseitig Respekt erwiesen. Ācariya Mun wollte wissen, wie sich die Mönche zur Zeit Buddhas verhielten, um passend Respekt gegenüber einander zu zeigen.[95] Kurz nachdem dieser Gedanke auf kam, erschien ihm die Vision eines Buddhas und vieler Arahat-Schüler. Die Arahats waren alle verschiedenen Alters, manche jung, andere älter, ein paar so alt, daß deren Haar völlig weiß geworden waren. Eine stattliche Anzahl von Novizen allen Alters begleitetet sie. Doch der Buddha und seine Schüler kamen nicht zusammen an, jeder Arahat kam alleine. Jene, die zuerst ankamen saßen vorne, während jene, die später eintrafen weiter weg saßen, ohne Bezug auf das Alter. Selbst Novizen, die früher ankamen, saßen vor den Mönchen die später gekommen waren. Am Schluß kam der letzte Mönch, ein sehr alter Mann, und nahm den letzten verfügbaren Platz, weit hinten, ein, doch die anderen gaben kein Anzeichen des Schams oder Verlegenheit von sich. Selbst der Buddha setzte sich auf den Platz, welcher zu der Zeit als er ankam, verfügbar war.

Das sehend, war Ācariya Mun etwas zweifelnd. Könnte es sein, daß die Mönche zur Zeit des Buddhas Alter nicht respektierten? Es war wirklich kein inspirierenden Zeichen. Wie konnten der Buddha und seine Schüler die Sāsana verbreiten, und dann von den Leuten annehmen Vertrauen zu haben, wenn der Sāsanas Anführer und seine engen Schüler sich in solch einer nicht unterscheidender Weise benahmen? Augenblicklich kam die Antwort in seinem Herzen auf, ohne das der Buddha und seine Schüler irgend eine Bemerkung abgegeben hatten: Dieses war eine Begebenheit von reinem Vimuttidhamma, leer von irgend einer Spur relativer, konventioneller Wirklichkeit, und so war da keine fixierte Ordnung des Ranges. Sie stellten die wahre Natur von Absoluter Reinheit[96] dar, für alle vollkommen gleich seiend, unabhängig von konventionellen Einteilungen, wie jung und alt, hoch oder niedrig. Beginnend mit dem Erhabenen Buddha, hinunter bis zum jüngsten Arahat-Novizen, waren alle gleich im Bezug auf den Zustand der Reinheit.

Was Ācariya Mun da mitbekam, war ein eindeutiges Anzeichen, daß alle Arahat-Mönche und Novizen gleich rein waren.

Dieses ihm klar gemacht worden seiend, fragte er sich wie sie einander in der konventionellen Welt aufgestellt hätten. Nicht lange war dieser Gedanke aufgekommen, veränderte sich die Vision des Buddhas, und der sitzenden Arahats, vor ihm. So wie sie zuvor ohne spezielle Ordnung gesessen waren, saß der Buddha nun an der Spitze der Versammlung, während die kleinen Novizen, die zuvor Vorne saßen, in der letzten Reihe platziert waren. Es war eindrucksvoll anzusehen, würdig des höchsten Respekts. In diesem Moment verstand Ācariya Mun klar, daß sein Bild nun die traditionelle Weise darstellte, wie sich Mönch, in der Zeit Buddhas, einander Respekt zeigten. Selbst Arahats die jünger im Rang waren, waren dazu verpflichte deren älteren zu respektieren, die korrekt ausübten, aber immer noch Kilesas in deren Herzen trugen.[97] Der Buddha führte dann zu diesem Thema aus:

"Des Tathāgatas Mönche müssen in gegenseitigem Respekt und Freundschaft, als ob sie eine einzige Einheit währen, leben. Dieses bedeutet nicht, daß sie freundlich in weltlicher Weise sind, sondern mehr freundlich im gleichen, unbefangenen Weg des Dhammas. Wenn meine Mönche, selbst in großer Zahl, zusammen leben, streiten sie nie, oder zeigen Arroganz. Mönche, die deren Gefährten nicht entsprechend den Prinzipien der Lehre und der Disziplin respektieren, sind es nicht wert des Tathāgatas Mönche genannt zu werden. Selbst wenn diese Mönche Schüler des Buddhas imitieren mögen, sind sie bloß Betrüger die falsche Behauptungen machen. Solange Mönche einander, entsprechend den Prinzipien der Lehre und der Disziplin, respektieren, welche den Buddha ersetzen, und niemals dieses Prinzip verletzen, dann, wo immer diese Mönche leben, wann immer sie eingeweiht wurden, was immer Rasse, Status, oder Nationalität, bleiben sie wahre Schüler des Tathāgatas. Und wer immer ein wahrer Anhänger des Tathāgata ist, wird das Ende von Dukkha eines Tages sehen."

Der Buddha und all seine Schüler verschwanden unverzüglich in dem Moment, als dieses fertig gesprochen war. Was Ācariya Mun betrifft, so war all sein Zweifel mit dem Erscheinen der klaren Vision verschwunden.

Betreffend Ācariya Mun Zweifel über die Notwendigkeit die Roben formal zu tragen, wenn man Meditation tut, erschien ein Arahat-Schüler ihm, und zeigte ihm, daß es notwendig war, sie jeder Zeit zu tragen. Er zeigte ihm persönlich, wann und wie Sitz- und Gehmeditation ausgeübt werden sollte, während man formal die Roben trug, sowie Umstände, in denen es nicht notwendig war sie zu tragen. Jeder Aspekt eines Mönchs Robe wurde ihm klar gemacht, inklusive der korrekten Farbe für eines Mönchs drei grundsätzliche Roben. Er zeigte Ācariya Mun ockerfarbene Roben, die mit dem Kernholz des Jackfruchtbaumes, in drei verschiedenen Schattierungen, hell-, mittel- und dunkelbraun, gefärbt waren.[98]

Umsichtige diese Episoden bedenkend, ist es genug um uns zu überzeugen, daß Ācariya Mun stets Stimme und anerkennende Vorbeurteilung, für die Art wie er praktizierte, hatte. Er gefährdete niemals seine Berufung durch bloßes Annehmen von Dingen, wenn er sich unsicher war. Deshalb war seine Ausübung immer glatt, zusammenhängend und einwandfrei, von Anfang bis zum Ende. Sicherlich wäre es schwierig heute jemanden zu finden, der im gleich ist. Jene, die seine Art der Ausübung übernahmen, waren daran gebunden würdevolle und ansehnliche Schüler, eines so feinen Lehrers, zu sein, und deren Ausübung was sicher sehr glatt voranzuschreiten. Doch jene, die es vorziehen Übereinkünfte zu missachten, sind wie Geister ohne einen Friedhof, oder Weisen ohne Familie. Deren Lehrer verlassen, mögen sie gut die Ausübung abändern, sodaß sie zu deren Ansichten paßt. Ācariya Mun besaß einen geheimnisvollen, unbeschreiblichen inneren Kompass, der ihm diese Angelegenheiten ausrichtete, einen, mit dem keiner seiner Schüler jemals mithalten konnte.

[Ācariya Mun]

Ācariya Mun

Dhutanga ācariyas of Ācariya Mun’s lineage]

Dhutanga Ācariyas aus Ācariya Muns Abstammung; einschließend, in der oberen Reihe von Links nach Rechts: Ācariya Fan, Ācariya Khao, Chao Khun Dhammachedi, Ācariya Awn und Ācariya Mahā Boowa.

[<i>Dhutanga</i> ācariyas of Ācariya Mun’s lineage]

Von Links nach Rechts: Ācariya Fan, Ācariya Mahā Pin und Ācariya Singh.

[Chao Khun Dhammachedi (seated center), Ācariya Khao and Ācariya Fan (seated left on second row), Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak and Ācariya Kongma (seated right on second row), Ācariya Mahā Boowa (standing far right)]

Chao Khun Dhammachedi (in der Mitte sitzend), Ācariya Khao und Ācariya Fan (Links in der Reihe sitzend), Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak and Ācariya Kongma (rechts in der zweiten Reihe sitzend), Ācariya Mahā Boowa (weit Rechts stehend).

[First and second generation disciples of Ācariya Mun.]

Erste und zweite Generation von Ācariya Mun Schüler.

4. The Chiang Mai Years   

Venerable Ācariya Mun wandered dhutanga in the northern province of Chiang Mai for many years, spending the annual rains retreat in a different location each year. He spent one rains retreat in each of the following places: Ban Chom Taeng in the Mae Rim district, Ban Pong in the Mae Taeng district, Ban Kloi in the Phrao district, Ban Pu Phraya in the Mae Suai district, and Mae Thong Thip in the Mae Sai district of Chiang Rai province. He also spent rains retreats at Wat Chedi Luang in the city of Chiang Mai; in the mountains of Mae Suai district; and in the neighboring province of Uttaradit. Outside of the retreat period, he wandered extensively through the provinces of Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai for a total of eleven years, making it impossible to give a strict chronological account of all the village communities he passed through on his travels. In the following account, I shall mention by name only those villages having a direct bearing on the story as it unfolds.

Except for his stay at Wat Chedi Luang monastery, Ācariya Mun always wandered in solitude, staying in the wilderness, mountainous areas where danger was ever-present. It is the exceptional nature of his wandering dhutanga practice and the many insights into Dhamma, that arose along the way, which make Ācariya Mun's life story so significant. This strange and wonderful tale is unique among the stories of all the dhutanga monks who wandered alone. Ordinarily, such a lifestyle is believed to be bleak and lonely. Living in an inhospitable environment, oppressed by danger, and unable to eat or sleep normally, the sense of fear can be stifling. But Ācariya Mun was perfectly content living a solitary existence. He found it conducive to his efforts to remove the kilesas from his heart, having always relied on the method of striving in seclusion to accomplish that goal.

It was only later that other monks began to seek him out. For example, Ācariya Thet of Tha Bo district in the province of Nong Khai, Ācariya Saan, and Ācariya Khao of Wat Tham Klong Phen monastery lived with him for short periods of time. After training them for a while in the way of practice, he sent them off alone to find secluded places in sparsely populated forests where villages were far apart – perhaps at the foot of a mountain, perhaps on a mountain ridge. Villages in that region were quite small, some consisting of only 4 or 5 houses, others 9 to 10 houses – just enough to support an almsround from one day to the next.

The kammaṭṭhāna monks who followed Ācariya Mun during that period were extremely resolute, fearless individuals. They constantly showed a willingness to put their lives on the line in their search for Dhamma. Therefore, Ācariya Mun preferred to send them to live in places teeming with wild animals, such as tigers, for such places tended to automatically dispel complacency and stimulate mindfulness and wisdom, boosting the strength of the citta faster than could otherwise be expected.

Ācariya Mun himself thrived comfortably in the peace and quiet of these virtually unpopulated mountain regions. Though human contact was scarce, communication with devas, brahmas, nāgas, and other spirits from various realms of existence was normal for him – much in the same way that a person knowing foreign languages regularly communicates with people from other countries. Due to his long-standing fluency in this type of communication, his time spent living in mountainous regions was of special benefit to celestial beings.

It was also beneficial to the local hill tribes, who tended to be straightforward, honest, even-tempered people. Once they came to know his character and to appreciate his Dhamma, they revered him so much that they were willing to sacrifice their lives for him. Hill tribes and forest peoples such as the Ekor, Khamu, Museur, and Hmong are generally considered to be rather scruffy, unattractive, primitive people.

But Ācariya Mun found them to be handsome, clean-looking people who were courteous and well-behaved, always treating their elders and local leaders with great respect. They maintained a good community spirit, and there were hardly any troublemakers in their villages back then. They placed so much trust in their elders, especially the village headman, that when he spoke everyone paid attention and obediently complied with his wishes. And they were not opinionated, making them easy to teach.

Those so-called wild, uncivilized jungles were actually inhabited by good, honest, moral people. There, unlike in the jungles of human civilization, theft and robbery were virtually unknown. Jungles consisting of trees and wild animals aren't nearly so dangerous as the civilized jungles of human society – places teeming with all kinds of perilous kilesas where greed, hatred, and delusion are constantly on the assault. They inflict deep internal wounds, gradually eroding a person's physical and mental health until the damage becomes acute. Such wounds are extremely difficult to treat. In any case, most people can't even be bothered to look for suitable care. Though such kilesa-inflicted wounds tend to fester menacingly, those who are afflicted usually neglect their injuries, hoping they will somehow heal by themselves.

This sort of kilesa-infested jungle exists in the hearts of all human beings – men, women, monks, and novices – without distinction. Ācariya Mun said that he used life in the wilds as a means of cutting back this wild inner jungle, which otherwise could be so savage and disturbing that the heart never experienced any peace and quiet. At least by living alone in the wilderness he could quell the kilesas enough to feel comfortable and relaxed. He felt that this was the only sensible way to use our natural human intelligence, and thus not squander the good fortune inherent in human birth.

Monks who sought out Ācariya Mun in the wilderness tended to be especially courageous and self-sacrificing, so he trained them in ways that suited their uncompromising attitude and the harshness of their environment. Training methods that he found appropriate for himself were suitable for them as well. If necessary, they were willing to die to achieve their goal. As long as they lived, they were dedicated to the struggle for Dhamma in order to transcend the world and end the perpetual cycle of birth and suffering.

The training methods that Ācariya Mun employed with the monks he encountered in Chiang Mai differed from those he previously used. They were far more rigorous and uncompromising. The monks who came to train under his guidance were mostly resolute individuals. They paid scrupulous attention to the kilesas arising within themselves in an attempt to reduce their strength and choke them off. They were not concerned that his admonitions might be too harsh or too intense. In fact, the intensity of his tone increased as the Dhamma under discussion became more profound. Those focusing on a certain level of tranquility were reinforced in that calm state, while those concentrating on investigative analysis followed every nuance of his reasoning to discover new techniques for developing wisdom.

The discourses that Ācariya Mun delivered to his students in Chiang Mai were especially profound because his knowledge of Dhamma was by then complete. Another factor was the high degree of understanding that the monks who sought his guidance already possessed. They were absolutely determined to strive for higher and higher levels of Dhamma until they reached the ultimate goal. Besides his usual admonitions, Ācariya Mun also had some very unusual techniques for thwarting the monks whose thoughts tended to go astray. He used these techniques to trap 'thieves' and catch them in the act. But these were no ordinary thieves. The thieves that Ācariya Mun caught lurked inside the hearts of monks whose thoughts liked to steal away to everything imaginable – in the usual way of the kilesas.

A STRANGE INCIDENT occurred while Ācariya Mun was staying in the mountains of Chiang Mai – an incident that should never have happened in the circle of kammaṭṭhāna monks. I hope you will forgive me for recounting what I heard. I feel it may be a thought-provoking lesson for anyone who finds himself in a similar situation. This story was known exclusively within the inner circle of Ācariya Mun's senior disciples, and Ācariya Mun's own assessment of the whole matter was crucial. A certain senior monk living with him at the time related the story as follows:

One afternoon he and another monk went to bathe in a rock pool located near a path leading to the fields of the local village, which was quite a long distance away. While they were bathing, a group of young women happened to pass by on their way to work in the fields – something that had never before occurred while they were bathing. When the other monk spied them walking past, his mind immediately wobbled, his mindfulness failing him as the fires of lust flared up and began smoldering inside him. Try as he might, he couldn't manage to reverse this situation. While fearful that Ācariya Mun might become aware of his predicament, he was equally afraid that he might disgrace himself. From that moment on, his mind was constantly fluctuating as he desperately tried to come to grips with the problem. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he felt miserable about it.

That same night Ācariya Mun, investigating on his own, became aware that this monk had encountered something unexpected and was consequently very distraught, caught between feelings of infatuation and apprehension. The monk struggled through a sleepless night, trying to resolve the dilemma. The next morning Ācariya Mun did not say anything about it, for he knew that the monk was already fearful of him; confronting him would only make matters worse. When they met, the monk was so ashamed and apprehensive he was almost trembling; but Ācariya Mun just smiled amicably as though he didn't know what had happened. When it came time to go on almsround, Ācariya Mun found an excuse to address the monk.

"I can see how earnest you are in pressing on with your meditation practice, so you needn't go on almsround today. The rest of us will go, and we will share our food with you when we return. Providing food for one extra monk is hardly a problem. Go and continue your meditation practice so that the rest of us may share the merit you make as well."

He said this without looking directly at the monk, for Ācariya Mun understood the monk better than the monk understood himself. Ācariya Mun then led the others on almsround while the monk forced himself to do walking meditation. Since the problem arose due to a chance encounter and not an intentional one, it had been impossible to prevent. Realizing that, Ācariya Mun did what he could to assist him. He was well aware that the monk was doing his utmost to solve the problem; so, he was obliged to find a clever means of helping him without further upsetting his mental state.

When they returned from almsround, the monks shared their food with the monk, each putting some in his bowl. Ācariya Mun sent someone to inform the monk that he could take his meal with them or alone in his hut, whichever he preferred. Upon hearing this, the monk quickly went to eat with his fellow monks. Ācariya Mun ignored him when he arrived, but, later spoke gently to him in order to soothe his injured psyche and mitigate his sense of remorse. Although he sat with the other monks, he ate only a token amount of food so as not to appear impolite.

Later that day, the other monk, who had also bathed at the rock pool – the one who would later tell this story – became suspicious, being as yet unaware of the whole story. He wondered why Ācariya Mun treated that monk with a deference he had never seen before. He figured that since Ācariya Mun was being so supportive, his friend's meditation practice was undoubtedly very good. When he found the opportunity, he went to ask about his meditation. "Ācariya Mun said that you didn't have to go on almsround because you're intensifying your efforts, but he didn't indicate how good your meditation is. So, how is your meditation going? Please tell me about it."

The monk gave a wry smile. "How could my meditation be good? Ācariya Mun saw a poor, miserable soul and he's just trying to help, using his own skillful methods. That's all."

His friend persisted in attempting to get to the truth, but the monk continued to deflect his questions. Finally his friend confronted him directly. He asked, "What did you mean when you said that Ācariya Mun saw a poor, miserable soul? And how is it that he's trying to help?" Exasperated, the monk relented. "There is no need to tell Ācariya Mun about this. Anyway, he already knows me better than I know myself, so I feel fearful and ashamed in his presence. Did you notice anything unusual when we were bathing together at the rock pool yesterday?"

The other monk said that he hadn't noticed anything, except for a group of women passing by. So, the monk confessed, "That's just it. That's why I'm so miserable right now, and why Ācariya Mun wouldn't let me go on almsround this morning. He was afraid I would pass out and die right there in the village should I happened to see her again. How could my meditation be any good? Do you understand now how good the meditation of this miserable fellow is?"

The other monk was stunned. "Oh, my gosh! What is it between you and those women?"

"Nothing," answered the monk, "except blindly falling in love with one of them and having my meditation going to pieces. What appeared in its place was a beautiful image – a crazy infatuation crushing down on my heart all night long. Even now this madness continues unabated, and I just don't know what to do about it. Please, can you do something to help me?"

"You mean it still isn't any better?r

"No." The monk's voice sounded wretchedly pathetic.

sIn that case, I have a suggestion. If you can't suppress this thing, then it is not prudent for you to stay here any longer – things will only get worse. I think it's better that you move away from here and find another place to do your practice. If you don't feel up to asking Ācariya Mun about this, then I will speak to him for you. I'll inform him that you wish to go look for another secluded place because you don't feel so well here. I'm sure he will immediately give his permission because he is well aware of what's happening to you. He just hasn't said anything about it yet for fear of shaming you."

The monk readily agreed. That evening his companion went to speak with Ācariya Mun, who immediately gave his consent. But there was a caustic element latent here. Ācariya Mun said rather cryptically: "A disease arising from karmic attraction is hard to cure. Contagions spread quickly when their original cause still remains." And that was all he would say on the matter. Even the monk who went to speak with him didn't understand his connotation.

Everyone kept quiet about this matter. The monk never spoke directly to Ācariya Mun about it; his friend never mentioned it to anyone else; and Ācariya Mun kept the whole thing to himself. Although fully aware of the truth of the matter they all behaved as if nothing had happened. No one spoke openly about it.

The next day the monk went to take leave of Ācariya Mun, who consented without mentioning the matter. The monk then left and went to stay near another village quite a distance away. Had this not been a true case of karmic attraction, as Ācariya Mun had hinted, then surely the monk would have been well out of danger there. But, alas for the uncertainty of karmic consequences: things turned out exactly as Ācariya Mun had suggested. Shortly after the monk left Ācariya Mun, the young woman, who shared the same karmic connection, ended up moving to the other village by a fortuitous coincidence, and their paths crossed again. This itself is very interesting, since it was most unusual for hill tribe women to stray so far from home.

Later, after Ācariya Mun and his group of monks had departed from the first village, they heard that the monk had disrobed, returning to lay life because he couldn't put up with the constant strain. His kamma had come full circle: he married the pretty Museur woman and settled in that village.

This was a genuine case of mutual kamma. Without such a karmic connection, how could it have been possible? The monk who told this story insisted that his friend became infatuated the moment he saw the woman, having never seen or spoken with her before. This was confirmed by the other monks who were living there. They lived together in the monastery the whole time, never having any occasion to get involved with the villagers. Besides that, they were living with Ācariya Mun in a place safe from such liaisons. There can be no doubt that an enduring karmic bond existed between them. The monk once told his friend that mere eye contact with her was enough to make him feel giddy and lose all presence of mind, and an irresistible passion gripped his heart so tightly he could scarcely breath. Those powerful emotions plagued him relentlessly, leaving him in such an emotional quandary that he felt completely demoralized. Realizing his predicament, he tried to escape. But fate pursued him, again casting its spell over him. And that was it – he succumbed.

Those who have never had such an experience may smile; but others who have, know that we cannot all imitate the Arahant Sundara Samudda by simply floating up and out to safety.[99] Normally, hill tribe people are not overly familiar with monks; but if kamma is involved, then such incidents can happen. No one is exempt from kamma, for kamma has jurisdiction over those who create it. Ācariya Mun was fully aware of this truth. Although he tried using skillful means to help the monk, the outcome was probably inevitable. For this reason, he didn't make any direct attempt to intervene. In the final analysis, in a world where everyone lives under the authority of kamma, matters must be allowed to take their natural course. I have included this story in the hope that it may serve as a timely reminder for anyone finding himself in a similar situation. As always, I trust you will forgive any indiscretion on my part.

PREVIOUSLY I MENTIONED Ācariya Mun's special talent for catching 'thieves', a technique for reading minds and catching stray thoughts that kept his students watchful and alert. When a kammaṭṭhāna monk with an especially bold, resolute character came to see him in Chiang Mai, Ācariya Mun used this teaching technique to good advantage. Unlike those less earnestly committed, these monks were not apt to react in a negative way. Being fully dedicated to the cause of Dhamma, as soon as Ācariya Mun admonished them about their faults, they were willing to do their best to rectify them. No matter how pointedly he admonished them, they did not feel ashamed or apprehensive when their mistakes were exposed.

Ācariya Mun was a consummate teacher and his message went straight to the heart of his listeners. Whether sharing his own personal knowledge or pointing out the shortcomings of his students, he was always frank and outspoken. He remained candid and impartial in his criticism with the intention of giving as much help as he possibly could. His students were in no way contemptuous. They never refused to accept the truth; nor were they conceited about their own achievements, as often happens in a group of meditators.

His Dhamma explanations were invariably adapted to the individual needs of his students, touching only on the points that were essential to the individual's level of practice. When he determined that a student was practicing correctly, he encouraged him to step up his efforts. But when he felt that someone's meditation was faulty or potentially dangerous, he pointed this out as a way of encouraging the student to abandon that practice.

For monks who went to him with doubts or questions, his explanations were unerringly right to the point; and, as far as I know, his students were never disappointed. It's safe to say that everyone who went to him with a question about meditation practice, could have expected to receive expert advice, for meditation was his field of greatest expertise. His knowledge and understanding of every aspect of meditation were unparalleled. Every facet of his Dhamma teaching benefited from his lyrical presentation, captivating the listener and demonstrating an eloquence which no one today can equal. His comments on moral virtue were engrossing to his listeners, while his discourses on the different levels of samādhi and wisdom were exceptional. His audience became so absorbed that, being satiated in the Dhamma they heard, their feeling of satisfaction often lasted for days thereafter.

DURING THE PERIOD when Ācariya Mun pushed himself relentlessly toward realization of the Supreme Dhamma, he lived alone in mountain caves or forest retreats. As he waged an all out assault on the kilesas, his efforts were directed inward at all times. Only during hours of sleep did he relax this persistent introspection. Mindfulness and wisdom were his constant companions throughout that exhaustive investigation to uproot the kilesas. He carried on a continuous dialogue with the kilesas, mentally attacking and counterattacking them with mindfulness and wisdom. His sheer determination to go beyond dukkha was the catalyst for these conversations, which were not rhetorical encounters. Rather, they were internal contemplations using mindfulness and wisdom to rebut the kilesas. No matter how they tried to evade him, no matter what tricks they used to rebuff or entangle him, Ācariya Mun used mindfulness and wisdom at each step of the way to follow their movements, and to corner and crush them into submission – until, finally, he emerged victorious. Wherever he found the kilesas still having the upper hand, he made an effort to upgrade his arsenal – mindfulness, wisdom, faith, and perseverance – increasing their strength with each new challenge until it exceeded that of his archenemy. Triumphant at last, as we already know, the world inside his heart shook – maggañāṇa had destroyed the king of the vaṭṭa-citta.[100]

This was how Ācariya Mun applied himself in the ultimate battle. He did not place any time constraints on his walking and sitting meditation as he strove day and night, wielding mindfulness and wisdom to secure victory. Having finally cleared through the dense jungle of kilesas, supreme-mindfulness and supreme-wisdom, that were his weapons of choice in this campaign, ceased to be meaningful or relevant. Mindfulness and wisdom became routine faculties to be engaged in normal mental processes. He used them to think about one of the many aspects of Dhamma or to engage in other mental activities, letting them fade away when their services were no longer required. Previously, they needed to be in a constant state of alert to combat the kilesas. Once victory was achieved, if nothing came along to stimulate his thoughts, he existed much as though he were mentally idle – a simpleton. Mindfulness and wisdom, which for so long had been caught up in the heat of intense struggle, were nowhere to be found. All that remained was a timeless tranquillity that nothing could disturb, eclipsing everything else in his heart. Left totally to itself, free of all external influences, his heart did not think about affairs of the past or the future. It was as though everything had disappeared along with the kilesas – only emptiness remained.

Der Boxer   

Wenn Ācariya Mun eine Gruppe von Mönchen, als seine Schüler akzeptierte, so hielt er regelmäßige Versammlungen ab, um sie in den Wegen der Ausübung einzuweisen. Wenn er bemerkte, daß das Benehmen eines Mönchs unpassend, oder sein Verhalten aufdringlich war, nahm er diese Gelegenheit war, ihn vor allen zu tadeln. Die Kenntnis über ein unangebrachtes Verhalten eines seiner Schülers, kam ihm entweder in seiner Meditation im Geist, als ein Bildnis auf, oder er würde geistig die ausströmenden Gedanken von ihnen lesen. Er dachte sich dann eine gefinkelte Methode aus, um es zur Beachtung des Übeltäters zu bringen, mit der Erwartung, daß mehr Umsicht und Beherrschung in der Zukunft trainiert werden würde.

Die visuelle Nimittas, die in Ācariya Muns Citta während der Meditation aufkamen, waren unterschiedlich entsprechend der Gesamtsituation der Person, die der prinzipielle Grund der Vision war. Um einen Eindruck von der Natur und Dimension seiner Nimittas zu geben, ist hier die Geschichte eines Mönchs, der als Laie ein ziemlich berühmter Boxer war. Seinen Beruf aufgegeben, um sich als Mönch einweihen zu lassen, entwickelte er ein starkes Vertrauen und entschied sich kammaṭṭhāna auszuüben. Sich über Ajahns vorzügliches Ansehen, als ein herausragender Meditationsmeister bewußt, begab er sich auf die Suche, den Platz an dem sich Ācariya Mun aufhielt zu finden. Doch als er aufbrach, trug er unbewußt zehn Bilder von Boxers in verschiedenen Haltungen in seinem Gepäck mit. Mit diesen Photos reiste er von Bangkok nach Chiang Mai, um in den Bergen nach Ācariya Mun zu suchen. Schließlich in der entlegenen Einsiedelei Ācariya Muns angekommen, zollte er seinen Respekt und erklärte ihm den Grund für sein Kommen. Ācariya Mun akzeptierte ihn ohne irgend eine Bemerkung abzugeben.

Während der Nacht mußte Ācariya Mun diesen Mönch genauer unter die Lupe genommen haben, denn am folgenden Morgen, als sich alle Mönche zum Essen versammelten, kam er herein und begann unverzüglich über den Neuankömmling zu sprechen.

"Dieser Mönch ist aus dem dringlichen Zweck, Dhamma zu lernen, hier her gekommen. Seht euch sein Verhalten an, ich kann nichts Nachteiliges finden, es ist lobeswert. Warum veranstaltete er dennoch so ein gräßliches Verhalten letzte Nacht? Als ich in Meditation saß, suchte er mich auf und stand direkt vor mir, gerade ein paar Meter entfernt. Er stellte dann für eine weile verschiedene Boxerhaltungen dar, und zog sich dann wieder langsam zurück. Als er sich so zurückzog, fuhr er mit dem Schattenboxen fort und kickte zuerst rechts und dann links, als er ging.[101] Was hat es mit diesem Mönch auf sich? War er ein Boxer, bevor er sich als Mönch einweihen ließ? Ist das der Grund, warum er mir so eine lange Boxvorführung gegeben hat?"

Während er sprach, saßen alle Mönche, inklusive dem früheren Boxer, bewegungslos in befremdender Stille. Ācariya Mun drehte sich dem früheren Boxer zu, dessen Gesicht blaß geworden war.

"Was hast du selbst dazu zu sagen? Was hattest du im Geist, als du dich in so einer Weise benommen hast? Zu guter Letzt hast du mir ja keine verpasst!"

Da es nun Zeit für die Bettelrunde war, sagte Ācariya Mun diesen Morgen nichts mehr. Noch machte er es Abends abermals zum Thema, als er die Mönche im Abendtreffen einwies. Aber in der Nacht war er wieder mit dem selben Problem konfrontiert. So machte er es am nächsten Morgen wieder zum Thema.

"Was ist dein wahrer Grund, das du zu mir gekommen bist? Letzte Nacht warst du wieder da, und zeigtest all deine Boxkünste, indem du schlagend überall herumgesprungen bist. Es dauerte fast die ganze Nacht an. So ein Benehmen ist nicht normal für jemanden, der beabsichtigt nobel zu sein. Was ist dir durch den Kopf gegangen, bevor du zu mir gekommen bist? Und was sind deine Gedanken, jetzt wo du hier bei mir bist? Bitte sag mir die Wahrheit, sonst ist es mir nicht möglich dich hier bleiben zu lassen. Ich hab noch nie so etwas erfahren, wie die Veranstaltung der letzten zwei Nächte."

Der Mönch saß zitternd, sein Gesicht aschfahl, als würde er jeden Moment ohnmächtig werden. Ein andere Mönch, der seinen schlimmen Zustand bemerkte, bat um die Möglichkeit direkt mit ihm sprechen zu dürfen.

"Sei bitte nicht zögerlich und erzähle Ācariya Mun deine wahren Gefühle über diese Sache. Er fragt nur deshalb darüber nach, um die Wahrheit herauszufinden, und nicht mit irgend einer Absicht, dich verletzen zu wollen. Keiner von uns hier, die wir mit ihm leben, ist ein Heiliger, frei von Kilesas. Wir sind daran gebunden Fehler machen, und so müssen wir auch seine Ermahnungen akzeptieren. Wir alle hier sind seine Schüler. Unseren Lehrer seiend, ist er wie Vater und Mutter für uns. Als ein Lehrer, hat er die Pflicht, jeden zurecht zu weisen, der etwas merklich falsch macht. Ein Lehrer muß ein Auge auf seine Schüler halten, zu ihrem eigenen Wohl, mit Befragungen erziehen und sie kritisieren, wie es die Umstände verlangen. Ich selbst bin oft schon Gegenstand solcher Züchtigungen geworden, und manche davon um einiges dringlicher als du es gerade erfährst. Ācariya Mun hat selbst schon Mönche angeordnet, daß Gelände unverzüglich zu verlassen, nur um nachzugeben und ihnen das Bleiben zu erlauben, indem sie ihre Fehler erkannt und den Tadel angenommen haben. Bitte denke genau darüber nach, was er gerade zu dir sagt. Mein Gefühl sagt mir, daß du nicht unsachlich furchtsam sein solltest. Wenn du irgendetwas im Geist hast, drucke es einfach wahrheitsgemäß aus. Wenn du den Eindruck hast, nichts Falsches gemacht zu haben, oder dich an deine Fehler nicht erinnern kannst, sag es gerade heraus, daß es dir nicht möglich ist deine Fehler in Erinnerung zu rufen. Dann leg dein Fügung in seine Hand, laß ihm das machen, was er für passend ansieht, und akzeptiere die Konsequenzen. Die Angelegenheit wird sich dann von selbst auflösen."

Als der andere Mönch aufhörte zu sprechen, führ Ācariya Mun fort:

"So, was hast du nun für dich zu äußern? Es ist ja nicht, daß ich Fehler bei dir suche, ohne einem guten Grund zu haben. Aber so bald ich meine Augen schließe, blockieren deine Grimassen meine Sicht für die ganze restliche Nacht. Warum würde ein Mönch sich so verhalten? Ich mag das nicht jede Nacht sehen. Ich möchte wissen welche sündhaften Gedanken du hegst, um mit solch einem Benehmen fortzufahren. Oder denkst du, daß diese nur meine eigene Annahme ist, welche sich aus Vergangenem ergibt, und mir nun einen Trick spielt, und sich dann in deinen Prozess einmischt? Ich möchte, daß du mir die Wahrheit erzählst. Wenn es sich herausstellt, daß du unschuldig bist, und meine Annahme falsch ist, dann bedeutet dies, daß ich ein verrückter alter Mönch bin, der es nicht verdient mit einer Gruppe von Mönchen wie diesen hier zu leben, denn ich wurde sie nur auf Abwege führen. Ich würde weglaufen und mich wie ein Wahnsinniger verstecken müssen und unverzüglich mit dem Lehren anderer aufhören. Sollte ich wirklich fortsetzen, solch verrücktes Wissen in der Welt zu lehren, wären die Konsequenzen katastrophal."

Der andere Mönch hielt seinen Freund abermals an zu sprechen. Letztlich bewegte sich der ehemalige Boxer dazu, Ācariya Mun zu antworten. Mit einer gespenstischen, zitternden Stimme platze es ihm heraus: "Ich bin ein Boxer.", und fiel dann in Schweigen.

Ācariya Mun fragte um Bestätigung: "Du bist ein Boxer, ist das richtig?"

"Jar, und das war alles was er sagte.

"Jetzt gerade bist du ein Mönch, wie kann es also sein, das du ein Boxer bist? Bedeutet das, daß du hier her gereist bist, auf dem Weg für Geld zu boxend, oder was?"

Zu diesem Zeitpunkt war der Geist des Mönchs benebelt. Er konnte keine stimmige Antwort zu Ācariya Muns Erkundigungen finden. Der andere Mönch übernahm die Befragung, mit der Anstrengung, ihm dabei zu helfen, seinen mentalen Fokus wieder zu finden: "Meintest du nicht, daß du, als du noch Laie gewesen bist, ein Boxer warst, und du jetzt, wo du ein Mönch bist, dies nicht länger tust?"

"Ja. Als Laie war ich ein Boxer, aber nach dem ich mich als Mönch einweihen ließ, beendete ich das Boxen."

Ācariya Mun bemerkte, daß sein Zustand nicht sehr gut war und wechselte das Thema, indem er anmerkte, daß es Zeit für die Bettelrunde wäre. Später ordnete er dem anderen Mönch an, ihn aufzusuchen und privat mit ihm zu sprechen, da ihm seine Furcht vor Ācariya Mun davon abhielt, sachlich zu sein. Nach dem Essen, fand der Mönch eine Gelegenheit ihm im Privaten zu befragen. Er fand heraus, daß der neue Mönch vormals eine sehr bekannter Boxer im Suan Kulap Boxcampus war. Desillusioniert vom Laienleben, ordinierte er als Mönch und begab sich auf den Weg Ācariya Mun zu finden.

Als er die ganze Geschichte gehört hatte, überbrachte er sie Ācariya Mun, der keine weiteren Bemerkungen machte. Es würde angenommen, daß dies das Ende der Geschichte war, besonders deshalb, weil Ācariya Mun direkt mit dem ehemaligen Boxer während des abendlichen Treffens gesprochen hatte. In der Nacht untersuchte Ācariya Mun nochmals diese Angelegenheit. Am Morgen konfrontierte Ācariya Mun den ehemalige Boxer abermals, vor aller anderen.

"Es ist nicht nur, daß du einst ein Boxer warst, da ist noch anderes dahinter verborgen. Du solltest daran gehen, die ganze Angelegenheit gründlich zu überdenken. Wenn es wirklich nur der Fall wäre, daß du im Laienleben ein Boxer gewesen bist, sollte diese Angelegenheit schon erledigt sein. Es würde nicht auf diese Weise wiederaufkommen."

Das war alles was er sagte.

Später ging der Mönch, der sich um ihn bemüht hatte, daran den ehemaligen Boxer zu treffen. Nach weiterer Befragung fand er heraus, daß der neue Mönch zehn Bilder, von Boxern in ihren Haltungen, in seinem Besitz hatte. Nachdem er sie angesehen hatte, war er davon überzeugt, daß diese der Grund für alle Probleme waren. Er riet ihm sie entweder wegzusschmeißen, oder zu verbrennen. Der Boxer war damit einverstanden und sie verbrannten zusammen die ganze Sammlung. Danach wendete sich alles einem Normalem zu, und diese Angelegenheit kam nie wieder an die Oberfläche.

Der frühere Boxer fand großen Gefallen an seiner Praxis und verhielt sich stets großartig. Er lebte von da an zufrieden mit Ācariya Mun zusammen. Ācariya Mun war immer sehr freundlich zu ihm, und machte seine Vergangenheit nie zu einem Thema. Später, wenn sich die Gelegenheit ergab, neckten seine Mitmönche ihn dort und da mit diesen Vorfall. Auf die Beschimpfungen von Ācariya Mun bezugnehmend erwähnt er dann: "Ich war halb tot und völlig umnebelt. Ich wußte nicht, was was war und antwortete ihm, wie ein halbtoter Idiot." Den Mönch, der ihm geholfen hatte, zuwendend, setzte er fort: "Wenn du damals nicht so gütig gewesen wärst, wäre ich wahrscheinlich hoffnungslos verrückt geworden. Aber Ācariya Mun war außerordentlich klug, den sowie er bemerkte, daß ich meine Sinne verlor, stoppte er unverzüglich die ganze Angelegenheit und agierte, als wäre niemals etwas passiert."

Das ist ein Beispiel der Art von visuellem nimitta, wie es Ācariya Mun in seiner Meditaion auf kam. Er nutze stets das Wissen, daß er aus solchen Visionen erlangte, um seine Schüler zu belehren, ein Umstand, der nicht weniger signifikant war, als seine Fähigkeit die Gedanken anderen zu lesen.[102]

ĀCARIYA MUN HATTE, während seiner Zeit in Chiang Mai, sensationellere Erfahrungen als sonst in seinem Leben. Einige dieser Phänomene kamen ausschließlich in seinem Citta auf, andere in der Welt um ihm. Diese beinhalteten zahlreiche erstaunliche und anregende Einsichten, Wissen einer Art, das ihm nie zuvor begegnete. Alleine lebend, stand er unzähligen mysteriösen Phänomen gegenüber, deren Zahl viel zu groß wäre um sie alle zu erwähnen. Das Citta in seinem natürlichen Zustand des Wissen, ist wie das: Wissen und Verständnis kommt kontinuierlich auf, während der Meditation, wie auch bei der Beschäftigung mit ganz alltäglichen Dingen. Es ist seltsam und wirklich verwunderlich, bedenkt man, das Citta zuvor stets verblendet und ignorant war, niemals seine Möglichkeit bemerkte, die aufkommenden Phänomene, in jedem Moment, zu durchdringen. Es war als ob solch ein Phänomen plötzlich entstand, auch wenn diese tatsächlich schon seit undenkbarer Zeit existieren.

Nur wenn Citta in einen Stand von völliger Ruhe eintritt, verschwinden diese Funktionen. Alle schweren Phänomene verschwinden in der Samādhi Vertiefung, und so kommt nichts auf, das Citta berühren würde. Sobald Citta mit Dhamma verweilt, vereinen sich Dhamma mit Citta. Citta ist Dhamma, Dhamma ist Citta. Es ist ein Zustand der völligen Einheit, wenn Citta und Dhamma zu einem werden, ohne jegliche Spur von Dualität. Konzeptionelle Realität existiert nicht: alle Vorstellungen von Zeit und Raum sind durchdrungen. Da ist keinerlei Wahrnehmung des Körpers, des Geistes, und Konzepte von Leid und Wohl, kommen nicht auf. Ob es nun für die Dauer von Tagen, Monaten, Jahren oder Äeons ist, konventionelle Realitäten wie Anicca, Dukkha und Anattā, werden es nicht stören, da in diesem Zustand jegliche Dualität verschwindet, vollkommen. Wenn zum Beispiel der weltliche Körper auseinander fallen und sich auflösen würde, während Citta in unbewegtem Nirodhadhamma verweilt, was eine Abwesenheit aller konventionellen Realitäten bedeutet, würde Citta in diesem Zustand in keiner Weise mitbekommen, was gerade passiert.[103]

In Wahrheit ist der Zustand von Nirodha einer, in dem alles Konzeptionelle nur vorübergehend verschwindet und nicht für Jahre anhält, diese wäre sehr ungewöhnlich. Es mag mit einem tiefen traumlosen Schlaf vergleichbar sein. Während dieser Zeit, ist der Schlafende vollkommen unbewußt in Bezug auf seinen Körper und Geist. Ganz egal wie lange er in diesem traumlosen Schlaf verbringt, bleibt der Zustand der Selbe. Erst wieder nach dem Aufwachen, wird man sich wieder über die normalen physischen und mentalen Empfindungen bewußt.

Auch tiefe Zustände von Samādhi, inklusive Nirodhasamāpatti, spielen sich innerhalb der Ebene von relativer konventioneller Realität ab. Nur das Vimutticitta ist vollkommen darüber hinaus gegangen. Und wenn Citta so einen Zustand von Samādhi betritt, ist es bereits von allen Aspekten der Realität, konventioneller Realität, befreit, und dann ist das Visuddhi-citta in keiner Weise durch solche konventionelle Ebenen von Errungenschaften berührt. Es verbleibt Vimutti-citta, frei von allen Grenzen von Zeit und Raum – Akāliko. Es ist vollkommen unmöglich die Natur von Vimutti-cittazu versachlichen, und so ist jeder Versuch darüber zu spekulieren nur eine Verschwendung von Zeit und Anstrengung. Citta betritt einen Zustand der völligen Ruhe, frei von allen konzeptionellen Realitäten, einfach frei von diesen Funktionen, wie auch diese bedingten Phänomene, die gewöhnlich mit Citta involviert sind, vorübergehend verschwinden. Später, wenn Citta wieder aus dem tiefen Samādhi in Upacāra Samādhi, oder zurück in den normalen Zustand des Visuddhi-citta kommt, funktioniert es wieder ganz normal, empfängt und verarbeitet Sinnesdaten wie es passend ist.[104]

Ob nun im Upacāra Samādhi, oder in seinem normalen wachen Zustand, war Ācariya Muns Citta stets sehr empfänglich für eine Vielzahl von Phänomenen. Der Unterschied lag in der Tiefe, dem Ausmaß und der Qualität der Erfahrungen. Wenn er wünschte, etwas genauer zu erforschen, begab er sich in Upacāra Samādhi um einen genaueren Überblick zu bekommen. Hellhören und Hellsehen erfordern zum Beispiel den Zustand von Upacāra Samādhi. In so einem Zustand kann man alles erkennen, was man über Formen und Klänge von Leuten und Tieren wissen möchte, und viel viel mehr. Grundsätzlich ist es nicht viel anderes, als mit einem physischen Auge zu sehen oder eine physischen Ohr zu hören.

Tigers in Disguise   

Ācariya Mun said that, excepting the few who had visited large towns in the region, most of the hill tribe people in Chiang Mai had never seen monks before. Early in his travels, Ācariya Mun and another monk went to live in the mountains about a mile and a half from a hill tribe village. They camped in the forest, taking shelter under the trees. In the morning, when they went to the village for alms food, the villagers asked why they had come. Ācariya Mun said they had come to collect alms. Puzzled, the villagers asked him what that meant. Ācariya Mun explained that they had come to collect offerings of rice. They asked him if he wanted cooked rice or uncooked rice. When he said cooked rice, they got some and put a little in each of their alms bowls. The two monks then returned to their camp and ate the plain rice.

Lacking faith from the very beginning, the villagers were very suspicious of the monks. That evening the village headman sounded the bamboo clapper to call everyone to a meeting. Referring to Ācariya Mun and his disciple, he announced that there were now two 'tigers in disguise' staying in the nearby forest. He said that he had yet to determine what kind of tigers they were, but they weren't to be trusted. He forbade the women and children to enter the forest in that area; and men who went were warned to go armed and in groups lest they should be attacked by the two tigers.

As it happened, Ācariya Mun was beginning his evening meditation at precisely the time the announcement was made to the village community. So, Ācariya Mun, who was the object of this warning, was also privy to the whole affair. He was deeply saddened by the senseless accusations; but, instead of feeling angry or discouraged, he felt only ineffable loving compassion for the local villagers. He was concerned that the majority might naively believe such slanderous talk and, therefore, be burdened by its dreadful moral consequences until they died – at which time they might well be reborn as tigers. Early the next morning, he informed his disciple of what he had seen.

"Last night the village headman assembled everyone and announced that we are 'tigers in disguise'. We were both accused of being tigers who are disguised as monks in order to deceive them into trusting us so that we can then destroy both their persons and their properties. Because of this, they have no faith in us at all. If we were to leave here now while they still harbor these negative thoughts, they may all be reborn as tigers when they die – a grievous kamma indeed. So for their benefit, I think it's incumbent on us as monks to remain here and put up with the situation for a while. We must endure the ensuing hardships until they've changed their attitude before we move to another location."

Not only did the villagers distrust them, but groups of three or four armed men often came to keep an eye on them. Sometimes, they stood watching from a distance. But at other times, seeing Ācariya Mun walking meditation, they came closer and stared at him from the end of his walking path, or from the side of it, or even stood right in the middle of it. They glanced around, surveying the whole area for about 10 to 15 minutes, then left. This surveillance routine continued day after day for many weeks.

The villagers showed no concern whatsoever about the personal welfare of these two 'tigers'. They were not interested in whether or not they had enough food and other necessities to survive. Thus, the living conditions of these two tigers were difficult in the extreme. The most they received on almsround was plain rice. On some days, it was just barely enough to satisfy them; on other days, it wasn't nearly enough, even though they drank a lot of water with it as well.

Since there was no cave or cliff overhang in which they could take shelter, they lived and slept under the trees, putting up with exposure to the sun and the rain. When it rained in that area, it tended to rain all day. After the rain abated and things dried out a bit, they went looking for dry leaves and grasses to construct a make-shift thatched roof, giving them some limited protection against the weather. It provided enough cover to survive from day to day, albeit with much discomfort. When it rained heavily, they sheltered under their tent-umbrellas with the cloth sheeting hanging down around them as protection against the cold wind.[105] Often the rain was accompanied by strong winds that came howling down out of the mountains, blowing their umbrellas, soaking their belongings, and leaving both monks drenched and shivering. If it happened during the daytime, they could at least see what they were doing while collecting their requisites to look for some cover. But when it occurred at night, the situation was extremely trying. They were unable to see even as the rain poured down and the cold wind blasted through the trees, causing branches to break off and crash down around them. They were never sure of surviving this onslaught of rain, wind, cold, and loose debris flying at them from all directions. During such hardships, they just endured the best they could. They had to abide the heat, the cold, the hunger, the thirst, and the uncertainty of their existence while they waited for the villagers' mistrust to subside. Even though they received only plain rice, their supply was, at best, erratic. Drinking water was hard to come by; so they had to walk down to the foot of the mountain to fill their kettles, carrying the water back up to serve their daily needs. Despite such an impoverished existence, the villagers showed no sympathy for their plight.

In spite of the hardships, Ācariya Mun felt free of anxieties and responsibilities as his meditation practice progressed unhindered. He took great pleasure from listening to the calls of the various wild animals in the surrounding forest. Seated in meditation under the trees late at night, he constantly heard the sounds of tigers roaring close by. Curiously, those huge tigers rarely ventured into the area where he was seated. Occasionally, a tiger did approach Ācariya Mun. Perhaps suspecting him to be wild game, it snuck in to have a look. But as soon as the tiger saw him make a move, it leapt off into the forest in alarm, and was never seen again.

Nearly every afternoon, three or four men came to check them out. They stood around whispering among themselves without a word to Ācariya Mun, who, in turn, ignored their presence. When they arrived, Ācariya Mun focused his citta on their thoughts. They, of course, never suspected that he knew what they were thinking or what they were whispering about. It's unlikely they even considered the possibility that someone could be privy to their thoughts, which they indulged in unrestrainedly. Ācariya Mun focused his attention on everyone who came. As was to be expected of a reconnaissance party, he discovered that they were primarily looking to find fault with him in some way. Instead of taking precautions against such findings, Ācariya Mun responded with great compassion. He knew that a majority of the villagers were subject to the corrupting influence of a small minority.

Ācariya Mun remained at this site for many months; yet, the villagers persisted in trying to catch him at suspicious doings. Their sole purpose was to find him doing something that would confirm their worst fears. Although they were sincerely committed to this, they never tried to chase him away: they merely took turns spying on him. The villagers must have been surprised that despite many months of continuous surveillance, they still couldn't catch him doing anything wrong.

One evening while sitting in meditation, Ācariya Mun became psychically aware that the villagers were assembled for a meeting concerning his case. He could hear the village headman questioning the others about the results of their surveillance: What had they been able to determine so far? Those, who had taken turns observing the two monks, said the same thing: they could find no evidence to confirm their suspicions. They were worried that their suspicious attitude might be doing them more harm than good.

"Why do you say that?" The headman wanted to know.

They replied: "As far as we can tell, there's nothing in their conduct to confirm our assumptions about them. Whenever we go to check them out, either they are sitting still with their eyes closed, or they're calmly pacing back and forth, not looking here and there like most people do. People who are tigers in disguise, poised to attack their prey, would hardly behave like that. These two monks should have exhibited some sort of incriminating behavior by now, but we've seen nothing so far. If we keep treating them like this, we may suffer the consequences. The correct approach would be to speak with them to find out about their motives. Presuming their motives to be sinister may well reflect badly on us all.

"Good monks are hard to find. We have enough experience to tell good monks from bad ones. These monks deserve our respect. Let's not hastily accuse them of treachery. To find out the whole story, let's go speak with them. Let's ask them why they sit still with their eyes closed, and why they pace back and forth – what are they searching for?"

A decision was reached at the meeting to send a representative to question the monks. In the morning, Ācariya Mun spoke to his companion: "The villagers are beginning to have a change of heart. Last night they held a meeting about their surveillance of us. They have decided to send someone here to question us about their suspicions."

Just as Ācariya Mun foresaw, a village representative arrived that very afternoon to question him: "What are you searching for when you sit still with your eyes closed, or pace back and forth?"

Ācariya Mun replied, "I've lost my buddho. I'm searching for buddho while sitting and walking."

"What is this buddho? Can we help you find it?e

hBuddho is the most precious gem in the three worlds of existence – a jewel of all-pervading knowledge. If you help me find it, that'll be

excellent. Then we will all see buddho quickly and easily."

"Has your buddho been missing long?"

"Not long. With your help we'll find it a lot faster than if I look for it alone."

"Is buddho something large?"

"Neither large nor small, it's just the right size for all of us. Whoever finds buddho will become a superior person, able to perceive anything he wishes."

"Will we be able to see the heavens and the hells?"

"Of course. Otherwise, how could we call it superior."

"What about our dead children, and our dead spouses, can they be seen?"

"You can see anything you want once buddho is yours."

"Is it very bright?"

"It's much brighter than hundreds, even thousands, of suns. The sun is not able to illuminate heaven and hell, but buddho can penetrate everywhere, illuminating everything." "Can woman and children help search for it too?"

"Everyone can help – men, women, young and old, all can join in the search."

"This superior buddho, can it protect us from ghosts?"

"Buddho is superior in countless ways. It is superior in the three worlds – kāma-loka, rūpa-loka, arūpa-loka. All three of them must pay homage to buddho. No being anywhere is greater than buddho. Ghosts are very afraid of buddho – they must bow down and worship it. Ghosts are frightened of people who search for buddho too, even though they haven't found it yet."

"This buddho jewel, what color is it?"

"It's a bright, sparkling jewel with countless colors. Buddho is a special asset of the Lord Buddha – a gleaming aggregate of knowledge, not a material thing. The Lord Buddha bequeathed it to us many years ago, but since then it's gone missing and we no longer know how to find it. But it's location is not so important. If you're trying to find it, what's important is to sit and walk thinking "buddho, buddho, buddho" exclusively within your heart. Keep your attention focused within your body, not letting it wander outside. Fix your awareness firmly on the repetition of "buddho, buddho". If you can manage to do this, you may even come across buddho before I do."

"How long must we to sit and walk searching for buddho before we find it?"

"To begin with, sit or walk for about 15 to 20 minutes at a time. Buddho doesn't want you to spend too much time searching for it yet. It's afraid you'll grow tired and so be unable to keep up with it. Losing interest, you will not want to search anymore. Then you'll miss it altogether. This is enough to get you started. If I elaborate any further, you won't remember it all, thus jeopardizing your chances of meeting buddho."

With these instructions in mind, the villager returned home. He didn't take leave of Ācariya Mun in any special way, because that was not the hill tribe custom. Deciding that it was time to go, he simply got up and left. As soon as he arrived at the village, everyone gathered around to hear what had taken place. He explained why Ācariya Mun sat still with his eyes closed and why he paced back and forth: he was searching for the precious gem buddho and not, as they had presumed, because he was a 'tiger in disguise'. He then explained Ācariya Mun's brief instructions on how to find buddho. Once the villagers knew the method, everyone – from the headman on down to the women and older children – began to practice, mentally repeating "buddho".

Several days later, something truly amazing happened. The Dhamma of the Lord Buddha arose clearly in the heart of one of the villagers. While mentally repeating the word "buddho" over and over again as Ācariya Mun had suggested, one man in the village found Dhamma: his heart attained a state of peace and calm. A few days earlier, the man had dreamed that Ācariya Mun was placing a very large, bright-shining candle on top of his head. The moment Ācariya Mun set the candle on his head, his whole body, from the head on down, was brightly illuminated. He felt overjoyed as the radiance, spreading out around him, illuminated the surrounding area as well. Soon after he attained this state of tranquility, he went to tell Ācariya Mun about his achievement, and about the amazing dream he had prior to it. Ācariya Mun then gave him additional instructions on how to proceed with his practice. As it turned out, his progress was very quick: he was soon able to psychically know other people's thoughts. He informed Ācariya Mun of this very matter-of-factly in the forthright manner typical of forest people.

Sometime later, this man declared to Ācariya Mun that he had examined Ācariya Mun's citta and had clearly seen its characteristics. Playfully, Ācariya Mun asked if he could see much evil in his citta. The man answered without hesitation, "Your citta has no focal point whatsoever – only an absolutely incredible radiance shining within. Your preeminence is unrivaled anywhere in the world. I've never seen anything like it. You've been here about a year now, why didn't you teach me about this right from the beginning?e

hHow could I teach you? You never came to ask me any questions."

"I didn't know you were a supreme master. Had I known, I'd have come for sure. Now we all know you're an extremely clever person. When we came asking you why you sat still with your eyes closed and what you were looking for as you paced back and forth, you told us your buddho was lost and asked us to help you find it. When asked to describe it, you said buddho is a bright, sparkling jewel, but in truth the real buddho is your heart. The missing buddho was simply a clever ploy to persuade us to meditate on buddho so that our hearts could become bright like yours. Now we realize that you're a supremely wise person whose only desire was for us to discover the supreme buddho in our own hearts, thus ensuring our long-term welfare and happiness."

The news of this man's attainment of Dhamma spread rapidly through the community, further arousing everyone's interest in buddho meditation so that even small children took it up. Their faith in Ācariya Mun thus reinforced, their reverence for his teaching steadily increased. No one ever mentioned 'tigers in disguise' again.

From that time on, the man who had learned to meditate carried Ācariya Mun's alms bowl back to his forest retreat every day after the almsround. After Ācariya Mun finished eating, he would then seek advice on his practice. On the days when he had business to attend to, he told someone to inform Ācariya Mun that he wouldn't be available to carry the alms bowl. Although quite a few men and women in the village learned to meditate, this first man was the most accomplished.

When people are satisfied, everything else naturally falls into place. For instance, previously these people were not the least bit interested in how Ācariya Mun ate or slept, or even whether he lived or died. But later when faith and respect arose in them, those things that previously were scarce soon became plentiful. Without having to be asked, the villagers joined forces to make him a walking path. They also built him a hut and a platform on which to sit and have his meal. When they came to help, they disguised their praises of him in reproachful tones.

"Look at that walking meditation path. It's all overgrown with vegetation. You'd have to be a wild boar to penetrate that thicket. And yet, you still insist on walking there. You're really weird, you know. When we ask you what the path is for, you say it's a place to search for buddho – I've lost my buddho. When asked why you sit still with your eyes closed, again you say you're looking for buddho. Here you are a supreme master, yet you don't tell anyone about it. You're the strangest person we've ever known, but we like you just the way you are. Your bed is a carpet of moldy smelling leaves strewn over the ground. How could you stand it all these months? It looks like a pig's lair. Looking at it now, we feel so sorry for you we could cry. We were very stupid, all of us. We didn't realize what a wonderful person you are. Worse than that, a few of us accused you of having sinister motives, convincing the rest to dislike and distrust you. Finally now the whole village trusts and reveres you."

Ācariya Mun said that, when hill tribe people decided to trust and respect someone, their belief was heartfelt and unequivocal. Their loyalty was unconditional – they would sacrifice their lives if they had to. They took what they were taught to heart, conducting themselves accordingly. As they became more familiar with the method and more proficient in their practice, Ācariya Mun taught them to steadily increase the amount of time they spent doing buddho meditation.

Ācariya Mun stayed with those people for over a year – from February of one year to April of the following year – until he finally left. However, because of his great compassion for them, taking leave of them was very difficult for him. They were very reluctant to see him go. They assured him that, were he to remain there until he died, the whole community would arrange for his cremation. Those people were willing to put their complete trust in him out of a deep sense of love and devotion. Unmistakably, they had seen for themselves the good results of his teaching. And to their credit, they were smart enough to see their own faults as well. Once they came to know him as a truly virtuous, highly respected monk, they realized their mistake and so begged his forgiveness. He forgave them, later telling his disciple that their amends were complete. This meant that the two of them were then free to go somewhere else.

But taking leave of them was no simple matter. Ācariya Mun said that it was moving beyond description to witness their affection and deep devotion as they beseeched him to stay. Having heard that he was preparing to leave, the whole village came out, weeping and pleading with him until the entire forest was disturbed by the commotion. It sounded as though they were mourning the dead. While explaining his reasons for leaving, he tried to comfort them, assuring them that such distress was unwarranted. He counseled self-restraint, which is the way of Dhamma.

When they calmed down, seemingly resigned to his departure, he began to leave his forest retreat. Then, something totally unexpected happened. All the villagers, including the children, ran after him. Surrounding him on the path, they proceeded to snatch away his requisites. Some grabbed his umbrella, his bowl, and his water kettle, while others clutched at the robes he wore or clung to his arms and legs, trying to pull him back again – acting just like children. They were determined to not let him go.

Ācariya Mun was obliged once again to explain his reasons for leaving, consoling them until they calmed down. Finally they agreed. But no sooner had he started walking off than the crying began and they rushed to drag him back again. Several hours passed before he eventually got away. Meanwhile, the whole forest was disturbed by noisy scenes of hysteria that were heartrending to watch. The initial epithet 'tigers in disguise' meant nothing to them then. In its place had arisen deep reverence and attachment for a man of supreme virtue. In the end, these hill tribe people couldn't hold back their emotions. As they gathered around him crying and pleading, their many voices merged into a crescendo: "Hurry back to visit us again. Please don't be gone long, we miss you so much already it's breaking our hearts."

Having arrived in the area surrounded by suspicion and dissatisfaction, Ācariya Mun departed amid emotional scenes of affection and attachment. He had managed to turn something unseemly into something beautiful, so enhancing its value immensely – as befits one ordained as a disciple of the Buddha. The Buddha's disciples never hold grudges or look to blame others. Should anyone dislike them, they will try to help that person with loving compassion. They never take offense at other people's misbehavior nor do they harbor feelings of animosity that could lead to mutual recriminations. A heart full to overflowing with loving compassion inspires faith in those ablaze with kilesas by providing them with a peaceful, dependable refuge. A heart of such loving grace possesses virtuous qualities that are unparalleled in the world.

Later when listening to Ācariya Mun tell this story, we couldn't help sympathizing with the hill tribe people. We formed in our minds a clear image of those chaotic scenes in the forest – as though we were watching a movie. We could imagine the villagers' potent faith, ready to sacrifice anything for this man of supreme virtue. All they asked was a chance to bask in his aura of loving kindness, thus continuing to enjoy a life of prosperity. So they cried and pleaded with him, clutching at his arms and legs, pulling on his robes and other requisites, until he returned to the small eating platform with the thatched roof that had been a source of such contentment. Though an incredibly moving occasion, the time had come for him to move on. No one can possibly negate the transient nature of the world. The driving principle of constant change keeps everything moving – nothing can halt its progress. For this reason, when the right time came, Ācariya Mun had to leave, though he fully understood the position of those faithful villagers who were so emotionally attached to him.

Although Ācariya Mun was once labeled a 'tiger in disguise' by the hill tribe people, it is well known that he was, in truth, a 'pure one' who existed as 'an incomparable field of merit for the world'.[106] Ācariya Mun left that mountain community in order to follow his natural inclination – to be of the most benefit to the greatest number of people.

Buddhism is a priceless inheritance that has always been an integral part of our very existence. But, perhaps it too could fall prey to insidious accusations of being a 'tiger in disguise' much in the same manner that Ācariya Mun did. It could end up being severely damaged by people whose views are hostile to Buddhist principles and traditions. In truth, this process has already begun, so we should not be complacent. If we fail to fulfill our obligations, we may forfeit this inheritance, only to regret it later.

ĀCARIYA MUN FOLLOWED the way of sugato.[107] When living deep in the forests and mountains he was constantly of service to the hill tribesmen, or else the devas, brahmas, ghosts, nāgas, and garuḍas. He was always compassionately assisting the world in some way or other. In human society he taught monks, novices, nuns, and lay people from all walks of life without exception. People everywhere sought him out to hear his instructions. They all gained an enormous benefit from his teachings, always delivered in a thorough, coherent manner that would be hard for anyone else to equal.

While he lived in the mountains of Chiang Mai, the hill tribe people received great joy, listening to his Dhamma discourses in the late afternoons. Later at night, he taught Dhamma to devas from various levels of existence, always responding to their many inquiries. Teaching devas was a heavy responsibility, since it was difficult to find another monk with the same psychic skills to stand in for him. Teaching people was a responsibility that could be delegated to others – at least the people listening would gain enough understanding to derive some benefit if they made the effort. Ācariya Mun's relationship with devas of all realms was of primary importance to him. So his biography is interspersed with stories about them at different times in different places, right to the very end.

Not so long ago I went to pay my respects to a vipassanā kammaṭṭhāna ācariya of the highest caliber, a senior monk with an exceptionally kind, gentle disposition who is greatly revered by monks and lay people all over Thailand.[108] When I arrived he was discussing Dhamma with several of his close disciples, so I took the opportunity to join them. We began by discussing various practical aspects of Dhamma, eventually coming around to the subject of Ācariya Mun, who had been his teacher. In the past, he lived under Ācariya Mun's tutelage in the remote mountains of Chiang Mai, training with him at a forest retreat that was several days walk from the nearest town. It's hard to find words to describe the many remarkable, amazing stories he told me that day. I shall relate the ones I feel are appropriate here, while the others I shall skip, for reasons I explained earlier.

This ācariya said that, besides his undoubted purity of heart, Ācariya Mun also possessed many unique abilities that inspired awe in his students and assured their vigilance at all times. He said he couldn't possibly remember all of the strange, unusual stories he had heard from Ācariya Mun; so, I urged him to tell me what he could remember. His words would serve as a memorial – a source of inspiration for future generations. This is what he said:

"Ācariya Mun knew everything I was thinking – what more can I say? I felt as though I were on a tight leash day and night, such was the vigilance I applied to observing my mind. Despite my best efforts, he could still catch my errant thoughts, publicly exposing them for everyone to hear. My meditation was actually quite good while staying with him, but I couldn't always prevent stray thoughts from arising. We should never underestimate the mind's ability to think incessantly, day and night – non-stop. How many of us can catch up with our thoughts long enough to restrain them effectively? So I was constantly on guard, for he was better at catching my thoughts than I was! Sometimes he brought up thoughts that I'd forgotten having. Suddenly, I was made to recall thoughts that had long since past."

I asked the ācariya if Ācariya Mun had ever scolded him. He told me:

"Occasionally he did; but, more often he read my thoughts, then used them as a way of teaching me Dhamma. Sometimes other monks were listening as well, which really embarrassed me. Fortunately, if other monks sat listening, Ācariya Mun never revealed the name of the offender – he merely spoke about the relative merits of the thoughts in question."

I wanted to know why he thought Ācariya Mun scolded him sometimes. He said:

"Do you know the word puthujjana?[109] It means a mind denser than a mountain of stone, careening out of control. It doesn't consider whether thoughts are good or bad, right or wrong – which was a sufficient reason for him to give a scolding."

I asked him if he felt afraid when Ācariya Mun scolded him.

"Why shouldn't I have been afraid? My body may not have been shaking, but my mind certainly was. I almost forgot to breathe at times. I have no doubt that Ācariya Mun truly did know the minds of others – I experienced it myself. He could literally collect all my thoughts, then confront me with them later. For example, from time to time I rather foolishly thought about going off on my own. If such a thought occurred to me at night, early the next morning, as soon as I encountered him, Ācariya Mun immediately started lecturing me: 'Just where do you think you're going? It's far better here than anywhere else. It's best that you stay here with me ...' and so on. He never let these thoughts pass undetected. 'It's more enjoyable here. Staying here and listening to the Dhamma is better than going off on your own.' He never would consent to my going. I believe he was worried that my meditation practice might deteriorate, so he tried to keep me under his tutelage the whole time.

"The thing that terrified me about him was, day or night, whenever I decided to focus my citta's attention on him, I saw him staring back at me. It seemed he never took a rest! There were nights when I didn't dare lie down because I could visualize him sitting right in front of me, scrutinizing me every moment. Whenever I focused my citta on external objects, I invariably found him there looking at me. Because of this, my mindfulness was constantly alert.

"As his students, we were forced to be mindful. Following him on almsround, we carefully kept our thoughts under control, restraining our minds from straying beyond the confines of our bodies. Were we careless, we could expect to hear about it – sometimes immediately. Consequently, we exerted mindfulness over our thoughts – at all times. Even then, he could usually find something to lecture us about, and always with good reason. Inevitably, at least one monk among us gave Ācariya Mun cause to speak out. During the evening meeting, Ācariya Mun might speak in a scolding tone about some rather strange affair that seemed to make no sense. As soon as the meeting adjourned, the monks would quietly ask around to find out whose thoughts he was censuring that day. Eventually one of the monks confessed that, as strange as it might seem, he actually had been thinking such nonsense. Living with Ācariya Mun was a wonderful experience, for fear of him always promoted a mindful attitude within each of us."

This ācariya told me that when he first arrived in Chiang Mai, he went to stay at one of the local monasteries. Having been there less than an hour, he saw a car pull into the monastery grounds and come to a stop right in front of the hut he had just moved into.

"When I looked out to see who had come, there was Ācariya Mun! Hurrying down to receive him, I respectfully asked why he had come. He replied without hesitation that he came to pick me up. He said that he knew the night before that I would be coming. I asked if someone had informed him that I would be arriving in Chiang Mai. He replied that it was beside the point how he learned of it – he knew about it and wanted to be here, so he just came on his own. Hearing that, I became apprehensive. And the more I considered the implications, the more apprehensive I grew. Later, when I was living with him, all my fears were confirmed.

"If our minds were free of conceited opinions when we received his Dhamma discourse, then we became pleasantly absorbed in listening. His entire discourse was Dhamma – pure and simple; and it engaged our full attention more than anything else we had ever heard. On the other hand, if a monk listened halfheartedly, burdened by the weight of worldly thoughts, then we soon perceived fire in his discourse, and the offending monk would promptly feel the heat. In giving a talk, Ācariya Mun was not concerned about whose kilesas his words might disturb – his Dhamma rushed to confront the kilesas at just that point where they were most prolific.

"Occasionally, he did identify a monk by name, confronting him directly. 'Why were you meditating like that last night? That's not the right way to meditate, you must do it this way' Or, 'Why were you thinking like that this morning? If you want to avoid being ruined by such harmful thinking, then don't think like that again. Why don't you think and act in ways that the Lord Buddha has taught us? What's the matter with you? We're here to train ourselves in the way of Dhamma in order to get rid of wrong attitudes and erroneous thinking. We are not here to indulge our thoughts, burning ourselves with them the way you've been doing.' Those who wholeheartedly accepted the truth, lived contentedly with him, and he didn't say much to them. But any furtiveness caused him deep misgivings, as though the offending thoughts were fire burning him, and he would suddenly make a surprising comment about it. If, however, the monk realized his mistake and changed his attitude, then nothing further was said and the matter rested there."

Powerful Magic   

One evening, a group of hill tribesmen from a village near Ācariya Mun's residence began wondering among themselves whether Ācariya Mun had any magic formulas to ward off and chase away ghosts. So they decided to go the next day to ask if he had anything he could give them. Early the next morning, Ācariya Mun related this incident to the monks living with him:

"Last night while sitting in meditation I overheard a group of hill tribesmen in the village wondering if we monks might have some magic formula for warding off and chasing away ghosts. They intend to come here today to ask us about it. Should they come, give them the formula "buddho, dhammo, sangho" to meditate on. It's an excellent formula against ghosts, for the only things that ghosts fear in this world are the Buddha, the Dhamma, and the Sangha. Not a single ghost would dare stand against them."

That morning, just as Ācariya Mun had foreseen, the hill tribesmen came to request a magic formula against ghosts. Ācariya Mun gave them the formula "buddho, dhammo, sangho" as well as the method for using it. Assuring them that ghosts were terrified of this formula, he told them to mentally recite "buddho", "dhammo", or "sangho", whichever they preferred.

With Ācariya Mun's instructions fresh in their minds, they began what they thought to be a ritual for warding off ghosts, unaware that, in truth, he had given them a meditation subject. Using this method, they attained samādhi before long. The next morning they rushed off to see Ācariya Mun and told him what had happened. He assured them that they were practicing the formula correctly, and because of that, ghosts in the area were terrified and bound to run away. Now protected by the power of Dhamma, they no longer had to fear ghosts. In fact, ghosts had already begun to fear even those people in the village who couldn't yet meditate.

Being inherently good, honest folks, hill tribe people were easy to teach. When Ācariya Mun instructed them to meditate each day, they took up the practice with such sincerity that before long some of them were getting exceptionally good results. Their hearts became brightly illuminated and they were able to know the minds of other people, including those of the monks in the monastery, just like the man in the previous story about 'tigers in disguise'.

On visits to the monastery they spoke to Ācariya Mun about their meditation practice, describing their extraordinary perceptual abilities. Some of the monks were astonished, and worried that these people might be able to read their thoughts. Though timid by nature, they nonetheless wanted to find out what the people knew. They couldn't resist the temptation of asking for specific information about their own thoughts. The hill tribesmen told them the truth. Still not convinced, the monks challenged them. Unfazed by a display of their own ignorance, they cross-examined the hill tribesmen closely to find out if they truly could read thoughts. It was as though they believed that their minds were tightly sealed by hundreds of impenetrable layers. The hill tribesmen answered with the customary frankness of forest people who are uninhibited by social formalities – answers which left the monks feeling very vulnerable. After that, they remained apprehensive that these people might have access to everything they were thinking.

These same hill tribesmen casually informed Ācariya Mun that they knew about the state of hiscitta, having checked it out first, before checking on that of the other monks.

"What's my citta like – is it afraid of ghosts?"

"Your citta is devoid of all traces of conventional reality. All that's left is Nibbāna in a human body. Your citta is absolutely supreme – it fears nothing."

After that, the villagers made no further mention of ghosts. Those accomplished in meditation informed the others who gradually came to have faith in Ācariya Mun and the Buddhasāsana, thus losing interest in the business of ghosts. Every morning they gathered together in the village center to offer alms to the monks. Having placed some food in each monk's bowl, they received a blessing from Ācariya Mun. He taught them to show their appreciation by exclaiming "sādhu" together in a loud voice, allowing the devas to rejoice in their offerings and receive a portion of the merit as well. Each day the villagers responded faithfully by loudly calling out "sādhu". Ācariya Mun had them exclaim csādhu", for he knew from the devas, who came to hear his Dhamma talks every night, that this sound reached them in the realms where they lived. Hearing this sound, they knew that Ācariya Mun was living in the area.

DEVAS WHO VISITED Ācariya Mun were invariably escorted by a leader who was in charge of the group. These groups represented many different realms of existence. Some were terrestrial devas from near and far. Many were from the various celestial realms mentioned in the Buddhist texts. When a group of devas intended to pay Ācariya Mun a visit, he always knew their time of arrival in advance. If he knew, for instance, that a group intended to arrive at two or three a.m., he would take some rest beforehand, getting up to enter samādhi only when the time approached to receive them. If, however, they were scheduled to arrive around midnight, he would first enter and then wait for them in samādhi. This was accomplished in two stages. First, he practiced normal meditation until he attained a deep state of calm, where he rested for a while. Then, as the time approached, he withdrew to just the right meditative level to receive his intended visitors. There, he knew intuitively whether or not they had arrived, or whether they were still on their way. Having acknowledged their arrival, he then discussed with them whatever seemed appropriate for their particular circumstances.

Had he remained in a deep state of samādhi, his visitors would not have been able to have access to him. In normal waking consciousness, on the other hand, one would have to be a very skilled person indeed to be able to acknowledge and interact with beings from other realms. Even were he able to acknowledge them, it would still be easier to accomplish this at the appropriate level of samādhi. For this reason, upacāra samādhi – the access gate – is a level suitable to nearly every eventuality.

Ācariya Mun became an expert in these matters during his sojourn at Sarika Cave many years before. At that time, he had been an ordained monk for twenty-two years. By the time he passed away, after spending a total of sixty years in the robes, he had become a true master of these matters. Everyone in the world has the same potential for perceiving such phenomena as Ācariya Mun had – they need only to develop it. But, very few can develop his exceptional skills. However, even though they fell short of his total mastery, if people could develop at least some skill, it would be sufficient for witnessing such things. Instead, being unable to see them, people tend to believe that such phenomena do not actually exist in the world around them.

It's difficult to convince people who lack sufficient knowledge of Dhamma for endowing their hearts with a strong spiritual basis. Should our hearts develop the principles of Dhamma – principles certifying the true nature of all phenomena – and gain the necessary skills, then no amount of denial could possibly negate what we clearly see for ourselves. Even if everyone on earth insisted on denying the existence of such things, it would merely be an empty denial. The true nature of what we perceive remains unchanged – nothing can possibly alter it. Truth does not depend on beliefs or opinions of any kind. It is true according to immutable natural principles.

ĀCARIYA MUN WANDERED far and wide throughout most of the remote and mountainous districts of Chiang Mai province, traveling more extensively there than in any other province. He remained in Chiang Mai much longer than he did in other places, largely because it was suitable for meditation. It was conducive to the many kinds of insights that were a unique feature of his practice. He claimed there were many reasons for his long sojourn there. First of all, the environment was suitable to meditation. Secondly, he felt sorry for the hill tribes people who needed his assistance, and was reluctant to abandon them. Although it was sparsely populated, many extraordinary individuals lived in that area. They needed proper training and encouragement to insure their steady progress and to avert disappointment and reversal to their old ways. And then there were all the devas whom he was determined to assist.

Groups of devas and nāgas usually came to ask questions and listen to his discourses at least twice a month. He said that, at night, he was always busy receiving visitors from all over the celestial and terrestrial realms. Before speaking with Ācariya Mun, the leader of each group would announce the approximate number of devas present on that occasion: for instance, ten or a hundred thousand celestial devas are here today, or one to ten thousand terrestrial devas, or five hundred to a thousand nāgas.

Almost daily, when he walked meditation in the late afternoon, Ācariya Mun would be informed of the hour of arrival of one group or another from these different realms. Occasionally, he received the information later on during seated meditation. There were nights when several different groups announced their impending visit; and he had to arrange specific times for each group so that their visits did not overlap. He did not have them come simultaneously, because relative spiritual development varied among the different realms and his Dhamma teaching had to vary accordingly to be appropriate for each group. Since one group preferred hearing a certain aspect of Dhamma, while another group preferred something different, Ācariya Mun arranged separate visits to ensure that his discourse was suitable to everyone present. This was done for his own convenience, as well as that of his visitors. Such obligations were a major part of the reason for his long stay in Chiang Mai. As a matter of fact, the number of devas of all types who visited him there well exceeded the number of people, nāgas, garuḍas, and other spirits combined. In reality, very few individuals can achieve telepathic communication with devas, which is essential for teaching them.

Devas often complained to Ācariya Mun that, unaware of the existence of devas, human beings have no understanding about devas and are not interested in knowing that devic existence is another state of sentient existence adhering to the principles of kamma. Devic existence is irrelevant to most human beings, who fail to recognize that devas also have hopes and aspirations, just like everyone else. Rarely did devas encounter a man of supreme virtue, like Ācariya Mun– a man who possessed the intuitive insight to realize that animals, humans, devas, and all other forms of existence are undeniably real and should be honored as such. They could not help feeling an overwhelming sense of joy upon meeting him. They so enjoyed coming to pay him their respects, ask him questions and listen to his teaching. They wanted to imbibe his exquisite Dhamma to nourish their hearts, thus increasing their happiness and well-being and sustaining their whole existence. For this reason, devas everywhere venerate anyone possessing extremely high virtue.

Relating that devas are just as important as all other living beings, Ācariya Mun understood their intentions and sympathized with their meritorious aspirations. He stated that, intent on improving themselves, the devas who came to him for assistance greatly outnumbered the human beings who visited him. Still, they remain a mystery to people who lack the proper psychic skills. Though appearing on the surface to be an insoluble problem for human society, it need not be an insurmountable obstacle for a person wishing to truly know and understand these things. For those skilled in the ways of thecitta, psychic communication is just as normal as any other aspect of human experience. Certainly Ācariya Mun considered it commonplace, allowing him to function effectively with devas throughout his life. Regardless of where he lived, he always remained in contact with devas requiring his assistance. This was especially true in Chiang Mai province, because such beings preferred to contact him when he was living in remote, isolated places, free from human congestion. The forests and mountains of Chiang Mai were ideal in this respect. Ācariya Mun had few social obligations there, so he could devote more time to his deva visitors.

A STRANGE INCIDENT occurred while he was living among the Museur people deep in the mountains near Ikaw Village. A group of devas from Germany came to visit him. They wished to hear a discourse that would give them a 'victory formula'. Focusing his citta on their request, an appropriate Dhamma verse arose: hakkodhena jine kodhaṁ." It means conquer anger with lack of anger.[110] Ācariya Mun elaborated on this theme with the assembled devas.

"Conquer anger with lack of anger, remember this. For anyone hoping to achieve victory, this is the most important Dhamma to practice. Consider it well – it is the main source of peace and happiness in the world. Love and kindness – these are an effective deterrence against an evil such as anger. By helping to reduce anger's power to destroy human and devic societies alike, loving kindness fosters peace and prosperity everywhere. Thus, this loving attitude is a prerequisite for social harmony– one we should all strive to develop. In a world lacking this victory formula, dissatisfaction and unrest will arise at the very least. At the extreme, the world will be consumed by mortal strife. Anger and resentment can never defeat our enemies, for they are evils that succeed only in indiscriminately destroying us and everyone close to us. The more anger is used, the more the world we live in becomes a sea of flames, burning uncontrollably toward total annihilation.

"Anger is actually a type of fire that's inherent in the nature of this world. Although it has no physical properties, it does succeed in creating havoc in its wake. So anyone desiring a stable, sensible world – a place worth living in – should realize the disastrous harm that the fires of anger and resentment can cause; and refrain from ever using them. Starting a fire like this merely causes oneself and everyone else to suffer. Mutual feelings of affection and loving kindness among all living beings maintain the world in its proper equilibrium. Oppressive forces of unrestrained anger and selfish pride should never be allowed to run rampant, causing a never-ending cycle of destruction.

"With his acute wisdom, the Lord Buddha realized the indisputable harm caused by anger. He saw the value of loving kindness as a gentle force that can spontaneously join all living beings in a sense of mutual harmony and goodwill, for all share a common desire for happiness and a common dislike of pain. For this reason, he taught that love and kindness were powerful means of maintaining peace and security in the world. So long as living beings still have loving kindness in their hearts, there's every chance that their desire for happiness will be fulfilled. But should their hearts become estranged from thoughts of loving kindness, then even with all the material comforts, their lives will still be devoid of genuine peace and happiness. Angry, hateful people tend to encounter only trouble, feeling resentful and annoyed wherever they go.

"Once we know with certainty that Dhamma is something truly beneficial to us, we can clearly see that a heart full of brutality is like a blazing fire gradually destroying everything in its path. We must then urgently strive to overcome these dangers as best we can. You may never again get such a good opportunity; so, take advantage of it now and avoid regrets in the future. The world is in a constant state of change and that changing world is situated right here in the bodies and minds of us all."

Such was the essence of the 'victory formula' that Ācariya Mun gave to the devas from Germany. As soon as Ācariya Mun finished speaking, they gave a thunderous "sādhu" in unison that echoed throughout the world systems. Ācariya Mun asked how they knew where he was staying since, in human terms, they lived so far away. They replied that they always knew precisely where he was staying. More than that, devas from Thailand regularly visit the devas of Germany. In truth, devas don't consider the distance between countries like Thailand and Germany to be very great, the way human beings do. They simply think of it as an area through which they can easily and naturally pass back and forth. Whereas humans travel by foot or by vehicle, devas transport themselves by means of a supernormal power that is equivalent to transferring consciousness to a particular destination – it arrives there instantly. So devas can move around much more easily than human beings.

Ācariya Mun said that the devas from Germany regularly came to listen to his Dhamma talks, much in the same way that terrestrial devas came from all over Thailand to hear him. Both celestial and terrestrial devas tended to show their respect for him in a similar fashion. If Ācariya Mun was living with a group of monks, devas who came to see him never passed through the area where the monks had their living quarters. Besides that, they tended to arrive very late at night when all the monks were asleep. Upon arrival, they circumambulated Ācariya Mun clockwise, three times in a calm, composed manner. When they departed – again circumambulating him clockwise three times – they first withdrew to a respectful distance. When they reached the edge of his living area, they simply floated into the air like puffs of cotton. All types of devas demonstrated their respect for him in this fashion.

ĀCARIYA MUN FOUND the mountains of Chiang Mai to be an ideal environment for meditation. Heart free and mind unencumbered, he lived a life of complete ease, abiding sublimely in Dhamma – Dhamma was the enduring source of comfort in his life. With no intrusions taking up his time, he was free to meditate whenever he wished. He lived a very healthy, contented life there. As for his teaching obligations, the devas, who came only at night, were beings of a refined nature, so they were hardly a burden. Sometimes in the afternoon or early evening he gave helpful advice to the local lay community. The monks living under his tutelage assembled for instruction in the evening, at about seven p.m. Most of his students had already achieved a certain level of proficiency in the practice of samādhi and in the various stages of wisdom. Being wholly committed to the practice, they listened to his teaching, striving to attain magga, phala, and Nibbāna.

When Ācariya Mun taught a group of monks, whose individual levels of mental development varied, he always structured his discourses to encompass all levels of practice, from basic samādhi through the higher levels of wisdom to the most subtle level of all – the realization of Nibbāna. Monks, skilled in meditation, became so absorbed in the successive stages of his discourse that they lost all sense of time and place. Practicing monks were usually given a talk lasting for at least two hours. But the monks were less interested in the time than they were in the flow of his Dhamma discourse, as they were able to gradually increase their own understanding with each successive stage. Consequently, listening to Dhamma in an attentive, thoughtful manner is itself a valuable meditation practice, one that is equally as important as other methods. For his part, the teacher is determined that his audience realize the truth of what he teaches – every step of the way. He points out the kind of thoughts that are truly harmful, as well as those that are truly beneficial; so, his students will understand which thinking is faulty and should be abandoned, and which has merit and should be developed further. More than at any comparable time, those focusing their undivided attention on the citta – the focal point of Dhamma – can expect to attain some degree of calm in samādhi; or receive various techniques for investigating with wisdom, while they listen to the teacher discuss these topics. Thus, the diligent meditator can progress step by step while listening to his teacher's instructions. Receiving an insight into one aspect of Dhamma today, another aspect of Dhamma tomorrow, students manage to strengthen their mindfulness and wisdom every time they listen. Since the teacher has realized the Truth of Dhamma within himself, he can point directly to that same Truth existing within his students. Listening to his detailed explanations, they can progressively develop their skills in all aspects of samādhi and wisdom, allowing them to successfully pass through each level of meditation practice until they reach the highest Dhamma.

Dhutanga monks have always considered hearing Dhamma an essential part of their practice, one they seek to maintain as long as there is a skilled teacher to whom they can listen. For this reason, truly dedicated dhutanga monks like to search out a teacher who can guide them in their meditation practice. They cherish and revere a teacher in whom they feel they can put their complete trust. His advice is sincerely taken to heart, carefully contemplated, and wholeheartedly put into practice. They routinely consult with him, asking for specific advice on any doubtful points arising in their practice, then adjust their practice according to his recommendations. For this reason, dhutanga monks have always preferred to gather around eminently qualified meditation masters, such as Ācariya Mun and Ācariya Sao. Both of those great teachers had unusually large numbers of disciples among the dhutanga monks of Thailand's Northeast region.

But in Ācariya Mun's case, once he moved to Chiang Mai he resolved to avoid his fellow monks and practice deliberately on his own, without the added burden of responsibility that teaching entails. In the beginning, he wanted to accelerate his drive for the ultimate goal. Later, he found it conducive to living in comfort. All the same, he had to accept certain obligations to teach monks as well as lay people, and it's well known that he had many disciples all over Thailand. In the period before Ācariya Mun went off alone to make his decisive push in the wilds of Chiang Mai, he often mentioned that, spiritually, he still was not strong enough – either in his own practice, or in his ability to teach others. So he resolved to go away and practice with the utmost diligence until no doubts – of any kind – remained in his heart. From that time on, he never mentioned anything about lacking sufficient strength.

Big Brother Elephant   

Once Ācariya Mun was wandering dhutanga in the Chiang Mai mountains with two other monks, Ācariya Khao of Wat Tham Klong Phen monastery in Udon Thani province and Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak of Wat Suddhawat monastery in Sakon Nakhon province. As they reached a narrow gap in the path leading up the mountain, they chanced upon a large, solitary elephant whose owner had released it and then wandered off someplace. All they could see there was a gigantic elephant with huge six-foot tusks searching for food – quite a fearsome sight. They conferred among themselves about how to proceed. This was the only path up the mountain, and it allowed no room for going around the elephant. Ācariya Mun told Ācariya Khao to speak with the elephant, which was eating bamboo leaves at the side of the path. Standing about twenty yards away with its back to them, it had yet to notice their approach. Ācariya Khao addressed the elephant:

"Big brother elephant, we wish to speak with you.f

At first, the elephant didn't clearly hear his voice, but it did stop chewing the bamboo leaves.

"Big brother elephant, we wish to speak with you."

Clearly hearing this, the elephant suddenly swung around to face the monks. It stood stock-still, its ears fully extended.

"Big brother elephant, we wish to speak with you. You are so very big and strong. We're just a group of monks, so weak and so very frightened of you, big brother. We would like to walk past where you're standing. Would big brother please move over a bit so that we have room to pass by? If you keep standing there, it really frightens us, so we don't dare walk past."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elephant immediately turned to the side and thrust its tusks into the middle of a clump of bamboo, signaling its intention to let them pass, unharmed. Seeing it facing the clump of bamboo, Ācariya Mun told the others that they could continue on as it would not bother them now. The two monks invited Ācariya Mun to walk between them, Ācariya Khao walking in front and Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak following behind. They walked past in single file only six feet from the elephant's rear end, without incident. But as they were walking away, the hook on Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak's umbrella got tangled by chance in some bamboo just a few yards past the elephant. It defied all attempts to extricate it, so he was forced to struggle with it for quite some time. Terrified of the elephant – which was now looking right at him – he was soon drenched in sweat. Fighting desperately to disentangle the hook, he glanced up at the eyes of the elephant, which stood there like a huge stuffed animal. He could see that its eyes were bright and clear. In truth, its countenance inspired affection rather than fear, but at that moment his fear remained strong. When he finally did get free, his fear subsided, and he realized that this elephant was a very endearing animal. Seeing that they were all safely past, Ācariya Khao turned to the elephant.

"Hey, big brother, we've all passed by now. Please relax and eat in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of crunching, breaking bamboo filled the air.

Later the monks praised this intelligent elephant, agreeing it was an animal that inspired affection and sympathy. The only faculty it lacked was the ability to speak. As they were discussing this, Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak was curious to hear Ācariya Mun's reaction, so he asked:

"Were you able to read that elephant's mind the whole time, from the moment we spoke to it until we passed clear of it? Since it was so endearing, I'd really like to know. When it first heard us call out, suddenly turning around to face us in an agitated fashion, I was sure it was about to charge and crush us to pieces right then and there. But as soon as it understood the situation, it had a change of heart – almost like a person in an animal's body – and quickly thrust its tusks into the middle of that clump of bamboo and stood very still. Clearly it seemed to be telling us: 'You little brothers can come now. Big brother won't do anything. Big brother has put away his weapons. Believe me, come along.' "

Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak then teased Ācariya Khao:

"Ācariya Khao is really amazing, speaking with an animal as though it was just another human being: 'Big brother, your little brothers are frightened and dare not pass. Please make way so that we can go by without fearing big brother.' As soon as it received this bit of flattery, it was so pleased that it immediately prepared to make way for us. But this little brother was really clumsy. I got past big brother only to get my umbrella hook caught up in the bamboo. Try as I might I couldn't get it free. It was determined to keep me there with big brother. My heart sank at that moment – I was afraid that big brother wouldn't play fair."

Ācariya Mun laughed heartily hearing Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak teasing Ācariya Khao about being clever enough to talk to an elephant. He assured them that he had been paying attention to the elephant's mental state.

"Of course I was focusing my attention there. I've read the minds of birds and monkeys with far less reason than this. This was a matter of life and death, how could I avoid it?"

Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak wanted to know what the elephant was thinking when Ācariya Mun focused on it.

"When it first heard us, it was startled – that's why it turned around so quickly. It thought only of preparing to fight. But seeing us dressed in yellow robes, it knew instinctively that we could be trusted, for it's quite used to seeing monks. Its owner has long since trained it not to endanger them. So when Ācariya Khao addressed it in a pleasant tone, calling it 'big brother', it was hugely pleased and immediately got out of the way."

"Did it understand every word that Ācariya Khao said to it?"

"Of course it did. Otherwise, how could it be trained to haul logs down from the mountains? If it couldn't understand, it would probably have been disposed of as useless long ago. This kind of animal must be trained until it knows man's language well before it can be made to perform various tasks. This particular elephant is over a hundred years old. Look at its tusks – they're almost six feet long. It must have lived among people for a long time. Its owner is relatively young, yet he's still able to drive it to work. How could it not understand human speech? It's certain to have no problem."

"What was it thinking when it turned and stuck its tusks into the clump of bamboo?"

"Well, it understood the situation, as I said, and so was giving way to us. It didn't think of doing anything else."

"Did you focus on its mind the whole time we were walking past it? What was it thinking just as we walked by?"

"All I saw was the elephant giving way. It wasn't thinking about anything else."

"The reason I asked: I was worried that as we were walking past it might have thought it would like to attack us – just for sport, as animals sometimes do."

"You have an uncommonly prolific imagination, Mahā Thong Sak. If you enjoyed thinking and asking probing questions like this about matters of substance then you could certainly expect to transcend dukkha one day. But you're like most people – you insist on wasting your time thinking about inane matters instead of useful ones, and you probably don't care to change. Are you going to keep pondering this matter, asking about that elephant all night without the slightest regard for Dhamma?"

With this warning, Ācariya Mahā Thong Sak dropped the whole affair. He was afraid that pressing the matter further would result in an even more severe rebuke.[111]

MANY MONKS WERE REBUKED for speaking carelessly to Ācariya Mun or speaking without good reason. Some even went mad afterwards. One rather obtrusive monk lived with Ācariya Mun for a short while. When Ācariya Mun made a comment, this monk liked to chime in expressing his own views. When he first arrived, Ācariya Mun frequently warned him to mind his own business. He advised him to keep a close watch on his thoughts and restrain the impulse to speak out. Monks dedicated to the practice must know how to properly conduct themselves. Those who are mindful will see the inadequacies of a mind that wants to flow out. But it seems that this monk was not as interested as he should have been in Ācariya Mun's teaching.

Ācariya Mun had a unique habit of taking the animals, or the people, that he encountered on almsround as objects of contemplation, using them to teach the monks walking behind him. He commented out loud on what he observed, as though speaking to no one in particular. One day, he spied a cute little calf playfully running around its mother. At first it didn't see the monks approaching; but as they came abreast, it looked around startled and raced to its mother's side, nuzzling in under her neck, then peering out to look at the monks with fear in its eyes.

Seeing the calf run up to her, the cow quickly turned her head to look in the direction of the monks, then remained impassive, as animals do when they are accustomed to seeing monks daily. But the calf remained under her chin, staring out distrustfully. Observing them, Ācariya Mun commented in a general way about the difference between the reaction of the calf and that of its mother.

"That cow is quite unperturbed, but its calf is so frightened it looks like it wants to pick her up and flee.[112] As soon as it got a glimpse of us, it ran bawling to its mother for help. People are just the same – they rush to find a reliable refuge. If they are near their mother, they will run to her. If they are near their father, they will rush to him. People invariably lean on family and friends for support. Rarely do they think about relying on themselves. When we are young, we expect to rely on other people in one way; when we grow up, we expect to rely on them in another way; and when we grow old, we still expect to rely on others in yet a different way. Very few of us turn inward, looking for support within ourselves. By constantly looking for someone else to lean on, we tend to foster our own weakness and so never allow ourselves to become truly self-reliant.

eWe monks are the same as lay people. Having ordained, we become lazy about studying. Worrying that it will be painful and difficult, we become lazy about practicing the way. We never seem to finish what we start, for no sooner do we have a good idea and begin to put it into practice than laziness creeps in, blocking our progress. Lacking the ability to help ourselves, we have to look to others for support. Otherwise, we couldn't carry on in this life. The maxim: attāhi attano nātho – oneself is one's own refuge – is meaningless for us if we cannot breath through our own noses. Dhutanga monks who are dedicated to the practice shouldn't always have to depend on others for life and breath.

hListen to your teacher, think about what he teaches, and commit yourselves to attaining it. Don't let his teaching just slip through your grasp to no avail. Be persistent. Consider what he says and follow his example until you see the benefits within yourselves. Then you no longer need to lean on him for support. You'll be breathing through your own noses, meaning you will have developed the knowledge and wisdom needed to rid yourselves of dukkha. Gradually, you will become more confident, more self-reliant, until finally you become full-fledged, fully-independent monks in your own right."

Ācariya Mun brought up this matter to give the monks on almsround with him something to contemplate. As he paused for a moment, the rather obtrusive monk began to prattle away on his own without considering the impropriety of such an intrusion. Perhaps this monk's idiocy struck a dissonant chord deep within Ācariya Mun, for he turned around and gave him a severe rebuke that took the other monks aback, making them all somewhat apprehensive.

"You must be mad! You're like a rabid dog that pounces and chews furiously on any old piece of wood tossed at it. Why don't you look inside yourself where this madness arises. You'll go crazy if you don't curtail this sort of mindless prattle."

Ācariya Mun then turned around and walked back to the monastery without another word. Arriving at the monastery, the monks noticed something peculiar about the obtrusive monk – he seemed stunned, eating very little. Seeing his odd behavior, the monks kept quiet, as if nothing had happened. They were afraid he would feel embarrassed. For the rest of the day life in the monastery continued as normal, each monk applying himself to his meditation. But later, during the night when all was quiet, they heard someone cry out in a deranged, incoherent voice. They immediately rushed over to find the monk lying in his hut, tossing deliriously about, mumbling something about being sorry for offending Ācariya Mun so rudely. Shocked by this sight, some of them hurried off to get the local villagers to help take care of him. They brought some herbal remedies for him to take, then massaged his limbs for a while until he finally calmed down and fell asleep for the rest of the night. The next morning someone took him to a doctor for treatment. His condition soon improved, though he did have occasional relapses. When he was well enough to travel, they sent him home. There was no further news about his condition after that.

Ācariya Mun's reprimands varied with circumstances. A mild scolding was usually sufficient to promote mindfulness in the present and increase vigilance in the future. However, if someone did something that prompted a severe reprimand, but lacked the good judgment to make use of it, then it could well be damaging, as we have seen. So monks living with Ācariya Mun tended to be exceedingly vigilant and always self-controlled. Just because they had lived with him for a long time didn't mean they could expect to get overly familiar with him, for he was the type of person who didn't readily countenance familiarity in anyone. His students could never afford to be complacent – sometimes even the deer that's wary of hunters gets shot.

Youthful Exuberance   

Occasionally, when the monks living with him were highly attained individuals, Ācariya Mun conducted himself in a naturally easy-going and relaxed manner, as one would expect among people of equal status who are all well-acquainted. He was not so stern and strict at such times. But his whole demeanor could change dramatically according to the situation. He behaved quite differently in one set of circumstances than he did in another, treating each individual as a separate case. His disciples were constantly amazed at the quickness and novelty of his responses to the situations that emerged around him.

Ācariya Mun used to tell the monks an amusing story about his youth that illustrates his dynamic character. I shall retell it here for it demonstrates the incredible changes that a person can go through.

Back in the days when Ācariya Mun was still a young layman, he used to compete in local folk singing contests known as maw lam.[113] One day he attended a large fair in a neighboring village where thousands of people had gathered. Suddenly, he felt emboldened to get up on stage and sing in competition with a talented young woman who was a renowned folk singer in those parts. Perhaps he thought it would be fun to have a go at her on stage, or perhaps he felt a little bit in love – who knows? At any rate, jumping up on stage, he found the young woman quite willing to accept his challenge. By the time they sang through several sets of verses, it became clear that young Mun was losing the contest. As it happened, a savior appeared just in time. Chao Khun Upāli,[114] who was then a young man several years older than young Mun, had come to the same fair and was in the audience at the competition. Obviously his friend was losing badly, and things were getting worse with each new set of verses. Continued much longer, the girl would probably have driven him off the stage in disgrace, for she was a seasoned performer and young Mun was a mere novice. Acting on a bold impulse, Mun had leapt up on the stage only to meet a ferocious tigress, her mouth full of fangs, while he was just a pup sporting a few baby teeth. Jan, as Chao Khun Upāli was called then, anxiously thought that if his friend persisted, she would skin him alive, then sell his hide. He thought to himself: Mun doesn't know a tiger when he sees one. He just sees a young lady – he doesn't realize he's about to be slaughtered. I'll have to do something now to save his hide. If I don't, it'll be on sale in the market for sure. Having thought this, Jan jumped up on the stage and began shouting:

"Damn it Mun! I've been looking for you all over the place! Your mother fell from the top of the house – I'm not sure if she's still alive or not. I saw her lying there in a heap on the ground and tried to help, but she insisted I go look for you. I've been running around all day trying to find you. I haven't eaten a thing and I'm worn out."

Both Mun and the young lady were stunned into silence by this ruse. Mun immediately asked about his mother's condition.

"Jan, how is my mother?"

Jan pretended to be so exhausted he could hardly speak.

"I think she's probably dead by now. I'm about to die myself now from hunger and exhaustion."

With that he grabbed Mun's arm, dragging him from the stage before a crowd of thousands of shocked onlookers, and ran with him as fast as possible. By the time they reached the village outskirts, Mun was desperate to find out more about his mother.

"What was my mother doing on the top of the house to make her fall?"

"I don't really know what caused her to fall. Seeing her lying there on the ground, I rushed to help. But she sent me right off to look for you, so I came straight away. I didn't have a chance to get the full story."

"As far as you could tell, was my mother going to die?

"We're on our way now to find that out for ourselves."

When they had walked sufficiently far from the village that Jan reckoned Mun wouldn't dare go back alone at such a late hour[115] his whole demeanor abruptly changed as he frankly told Mun that nothing had happened to his mother.

"I put on that act because I couldn't bear to see your old lady mop the floor with you. I was afraid she'd skin your hide and sell it in the market. That would have been humiliating for me, and for our whole village. She was about to emasculate you there just for the fun of it. So I tricked you both into believing this story, at the same time convincing the crowd that you had to flee the scene because of a real emergency – not because you'd lost the will to fight. I rushed you away before anyone had a chance to catch on to my ruse. Even that feisty old lady of yours couldn't help being overwhelmed by my ingenious scheme. Did you see how taken in she was? Alarmed by what I said, she watched us leave with heartfelt sympathy for you and your mother. I saved you from the hell she had in store for you. Now what do you think, wasn't that an ingenious scheme?"

"Oh no! What a shame! Damn you Jan, look what you've done to me! I was having a great time chopping her to pieces! By dragging me away, you spoiled my fun. I never imagined you'd do this to me. I'd like to have another go at her right now. I'd be the one sending her hide to the market!"

"Ha! You were being slaughtered, and I saved your life! And now you're bragging about how good you were. Maybe I should take you back right now so your old lady can put you on the chopping block again."

"Look, seeing she was a woman, I figured I'd go easy on her at first, hoping she'd get overconfident. When I had her where I wanted her, I planned to tie her up, throw her in a sack, and sell her to the highest bidder. You failed to understand my strategy – I was baiting her, like a tiger luring a monkey."

"If you're so smart then how come you fell for my little sham to pull you away from her devilish clutches. You were so shocked you almost started crying shamelessly right in front of your lady friend. Who'd have ever considered you capable of bagging the old girl? It was obvious – she was about to tie you up and throw you off the stage in full view of thousands of people. Stop bragging so much Mun! You should appreciate my brotherly efforts to save you from defeat at the hands of that woman."

That night Mun and Jan both ended up missing the fair they had so looked forward to attending.

ALTHOUGH THEY WERE STILL in lay life at the time, such stories about these two sages matching wits were fascinating to hear. Despite the worldly nature of the conversation, it demonstrates how clever people converse – each new retort captures the imagination. When Ācariya Mun related stories about the two of them, we became so absorbed listening that we could almost visualize them as they spoke. There are lots of stories about these two men matching wits, but a few examples should be enough to give the reader an idea of what I mean. The clever ploys they used as young men gave an early indication of their intelligence. Eventually entering the monkhood, both became great sages. Chao Khun Upāli Guṇūpamācariya and Ācariya Mun Bhūridatta Thera are renowned throughout Thailand as present day sages of the highest caliber.

I have used the diminutives Jan and Mun because that's how Ācariya Mun himself told the story to his students during relaxed moments when there was a break in the usual tense, guarded atmosphere the monks felt when they were around him. I sincerely apologize to both of these esteemed venerables, and to the readers as well, if anything I've written is deemed inappropriate. Had I written the story in a more formal style, the meaning would not have come across so effectively. Such familiarity implies a mutual respect among peers and is commonly used between close friends of all ages. Moreover, I find it convenient to write the story the way I originally heard it. It allows us a glimpse of these two renowned elders as high-spirited youths having a good time, which we can then compare with our usual image of them as absolutely amazing monks who completely renounced the world.

Although Ācariya Mun preferred to keep to the present, rarely speaking about the past, he liked to sing the praises of Chao Khun Upāli's cleverness from time to time. On one occasion, when they were discussing the story of Lord Vessantara,[116] he asked Chao Khun Upāli about the mother of Lady Madrī, a character in the story. He hadn't seen her name mentioned in the scriptures, and thought perhaps he had missed it. Chao Khun Upāli's response was immediate:

"What, you've never seen or heard of Madrī's mother? Everyone in town knows about her. Where've you been looking that you haven't come across her yet?"

Admitting that he hadn't come across her name in the scriptures, Ācariya Mun wondered where it was mentioned.

"Scriptures? What scriptures? What about that loudmouth Mrs. Op who lives in the big house at the crossroads on the way to the monastery?"

Ācariya Mun was puzzled. He couldn't recall any mention of a monastery in the story. Which crossroads and what monastery was he referring to.

"You know, Madrī's mother whose house is right next to yours. How could you not know Madrī and her mother? How pitiful – Madrī and her mother live in your own home village and you don't even recognize them. Instead, you go searching in the scriptures. I feel embarrassed for you."

The moment Chao Khun Upāli said that Madrī and her mother lived in his home village, Ācariya Mun caught on and was able to recollect them. Prior to that he was puzzled, for he kept thinking of the Vessantara Jātaka story. He said that Chao Khun Upāli was very clever at skillfully matching wits, using wordplay and riposte in unexpected ways to keep his listeners off balance, thus making them use their intelligence. Ācariya Mun used to laugh when he told us about falling victim to Chao Khun Upāli's little artifice.

ĀCARIYA MUN SPENT one rains retreat near the village of Ban Nam Mao in the Mae Pang district of Chiang Mai province. Sakka, the heavenly devarāja, frequently came to visit, bringing a large retinue with him. Even in the dry season, when he went off into the mountains alone and stayed in Dok Kham Cave, Sakka brought his followers to visit him there. Usually numbering well over one hundred thousand on those occasions, they came more often and in larger numbers than other groups of devas. If some in his retinue had never come before, Sakka first explained to them the proper way to listen to Dhamma. Ācariya Mun usually took mettā appamaññā brahmavihāra[117] as the theme of his discourse because these devas were especially fond of that subject.

Being very isolated, tranquil places, Ban Nam Mao and Dok Khan Cave brought more groups of devas from many different realms to visit Ācariya Mun than did any of his other locations. These beings showed great respect for Ācariya Mun, and for the place where he lived. Upon entering the area, they were always careful to bypass his walking meditation path which the villagers had smoothed out with sand: it was sacrosanct. Nāgas, too, avoided passage across the path when arriving for a visit. On occasions when their leader had to pass through that area, he always circled around the head of the meditation path. Sometimes the nāgas sent a messenger to invite Ācariya Mun to attend a function, much as humans do when they invite monks to local functions. The messengers always avoided crossing his meditation path. Occasionally, when they were unable to avoid crossing over some of the sand that the villagers had scattered around that area, they would first sweep the sand away with their hands, and then crawl across. Standing up again, they walked to Ācariya Mun's residence. Their behavior was always wonderfully composed.

Ācariya Mun believed that if human beings, the custodians of the sāsana, have a true interest in Dhamma and a deeply-rooted feeling of genuine self-respect, they should exhibit the same reverential behavior toward the sāsana as devas and nāgas do. Although we're unable to see for ourselves how those beings show their respect, the teachings of Buddhism address all such matters in full. Unfortunately, we humans are not as interested in them as we should be. We seem more intent on creating a stifling, negligent attitude within ourselves, thus failing to experience the kind of happiness we could otherwise expect. In truth, the sāsana is the wellspring of all virtuous conduct, which assures happiness to those adhering to the venerable principles of Buddhism.

Ācariya Mun continually emphasized that the heart is the most important thing in the world. A heart that is vulgar ends up vulgarizing everything with which it comes into contact. Much like a filthy body, it soils whatever it touches – no matter how nice and clean it may initially be – making it filthy too in the end. So Dhamma cannot escape being tainted by a vulgar heart. Even though Dhamma itself is perfectly pure, it becomes tarnished as soon as it's embraced by someone with a corrupt heart – like a clean cloth being rubbed in the dirt. For example, when a wicked person tries to impress others with his knowledge of the Buddhist scriptures, nothing good ever comes of it. Vulgar people who are stubborn and unyielding about religious matters are just the same; and no matter how extraordinary Buddhism is, they are unable to derive any of its benefits. They merely proclaim themselves to be Buddhists but they never understand the real significance of Buddhism and how it applies to them personally.

The actual truth about the sāsana is this: we ourselves are the sāsana. No matter how good or bad our actions are, whatever subsequent degree of happiness or suffering we experience – all directly affect the sāsana. The word "sāsana" means the correct way of living as practiced by each individual. If we think the sāsana exists outside of ourselves, then our understanding is wrong, and so our practice too is bound to be wrong. Anything which is wrong is more or less useless. It can be made useful only at the expense of the righteousness, dignity, and integrity of each individual. Put simply and clearly: if we are wrong in our hearts, then whatever we do turns out wrong. For instance, calculations don't add up; clothes don't fit properly; traffic regulations are ignored; married couples deviate from accepted norms, failing to honor their vows; parents and children are at logger-heads; wealth is ill-gotten, its distribution inequitable; the authorities flout the laws of the land which are designed to keep peace; rulers and their constituents cannot seem to work together for the common good according to the law, and so become distrustful, behaving like enemies.

Regardless of how we experience the harmful consequences, the disappointment and misfortune that result from wrong actions will inevitably arise right where they are committed – in the heart. The cause being wrong, the effect is bound to be harmful. When we wrong someone, the harmful consequences from that action are unavoidable, even in cases where we are unaware of having wronged that person. The wrongdoer must necessarily receive the full results of his actions. It's no use thinking that we can somehow avoid the unpleasant consequences – whatever they are, they will definitely manifest themselves someday. By remaining indifferent or negligent about wrongdoing, we face the clear prospect of personal misfortune here and now in this lifetime. Looking any further ahead than this would merely amount to grasping at shadows and missing the real issue. The sāsana is not a shadowy specter, deluding people into ignorance. It's a path that unerringly reveals the Truth in all its many aspects. Followers of the sāsana, who deviate from the path and then unfairly accuse it of having failed them, are inextricably compounding their own miserable predicament. The sāsana, as always, remains pure and unperturbed.

Ācariya Mun always stressed that people who accept the Truth, embodied in Buddhist principles, receive the blessings of Dhamma. Being cool and calm themselves, all their relationships tend to be the same as well. The world they live in is a peaceful place where they are unlikely to suffer the kind of contentious bickering that causes acrimony and engulfs both parties in heated recriminations. The reason people never experience the happiness they long for is that they allow a fiery, inflamed mentality to dictate their attitude in everything from business dealings to workplace, from legal proceedings to marketplace. Wherever they go, whatever they do – they are as hot as fire, so they find it hard to maintain a balance in their lives. Such people never seem to consider dousing the bonfire they constantly carry in their hearts so as to gain enough breathing room to relax, balance themselves, and find some measure of happiness.

Ācariya Mun said that during his whole life as a Buddhist monk he enjoyed investigating the Dhamma taught by the Lord Buddha, whose incomparable breadth and depth are infinitely greater than those of the vast oceans. In all truth, the sāsana is so inconceivably profound and subtle that it's virtually impossible to investigate every aspect of it; and the results attained from each successive stage of the practice are so amazing that they defy description. He insisted that only his concern that others would think him crazy kept him from continuously prostrating himself to the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha. He would consider it his occupation otherwise, performing it easily and joyfully without ever experiencing fatigue or boredom. He was absolutely certain that, whatever happened, he would always be inseparable from the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha – akāliko. In stark contrast, the world of anicca, dukkha, and anattā constantly smothers the hearts of living beings, leaving them forever distressed and resentful.

The Mysterious Effects of Kamma   

Once while he was meditating, deep in the Chiang Mai mountains, Ācariya Mun saw a vision of a woman and a small novice walking back and forth through the area, nearly every night in the late hours. Becoming suspicious after a while, he asked why they were there. They told him that they were worried about the fate of an unfinished stupa[118] which they were building together when they died. The small novice was the woman's younger brother, and they had worked together to construct the stupa. Their concern about the stupa and their regrets at having died before its completion made them feel a strong, persistent obligation to it. Although reborn into a state of anxiety, they were not as tormented by it as might be expected. Still, they could not feel decisive about being reborn into another realm of existence.

So Ācariya Mun advised them: "You should not be concerned about things that have already come and gone, for they are truly irredeemable. No matter how convinced you may be that you can turn back the clock – it's just not possible. Anyone supposing they can will experience nothing but frustration when their hopes fail to materialize. The future, having yet to come, shouldn't be clung to either. What has already happened should be let go of as being past. What has yet to arrive should be let go of as its time is not yet ripe. Only in the present is it possible to accomplish something meaningful.

"If your dream of building that stupa were meant to come true, then you would have had a chance to finish it first instead of dying unexpectedly. Now you are trying to deny death. Not only that, you still long to complete the stupa even though it is now wholly impossible. So, now you have erred twice in your thinking. If you continue on hoping to fulfill this wish, you will compound your mistake yet a third time. Not only is your thinking affected by this, but your future state of birth and your well-being in that state will also be adversely affected. Such an unreasonable aspiration should not be allowed to continue.

"In building a stupa, we hope to acquire merit and goodness – not bricks and mortar. The value you obtain from building a stupa is the merit that you gain from this action – merit which results from your efforts and which rightly belongs to you. You shouldn't worry about gross material things like bricks and mortar that can never fulfill your desires anyway. People everywhere who gain merit by doing good deeds take with them only the merit they've thus acquired, not the material things they gave away as donations. For example, contributing to the construction of a monastery, a monk's residence, an assembly hall, a road, a water tank, a public building, or any other offering of material goods, are simply the outward manifestations of the good intentions of those wishing to be generous. They are not the actual rewards of generosity, meaning that material offerings themselves are not merit or goodness or heaven or Nibbāna, nor are they the recipient of such rewards. For, over time, all material things disintegrate and fall apart.

"The spiritual qualities that are gained from the effort and the generosity required to do charitable works are experienced internally as merit and goodness. The inspiration behind the good intentions to make such donations is the heart of each individual donor. The heart itself is virtuous. The heart itself is meritorious. It is the heart that exists as heaven or magga, phala and Nibbāna, and the heart that achieves these attainments. Nothing else could possibly achieve them.

"The unfinished stupa that you two were building lacked the conscious capacity to have good intentions for its own spiritual improvement. Your concern for it stems from a covetous mentality that is a hindrance to you even though it is directed at holding on to something good. Clinging to it is not in your best interest. Your procrastination here is retarding your progress to a favorable rebirth. Instead of trying to take the whole thing with you, had you two been satisfied with the merit you made from working on that stupa, you would both have comfortably gone on to a favorable existence long ago – for merit is the mainstay of a good rebirth. And merit is never transformed into something bad. It remains virtuous forever – akāliko.

cIt's a mistake to be unduly concerned for things past. There is no way you can possibly finish that stupa now, so you shouldn't set your hearts on such a hopeless endeavor. The power of the merit you have made impacts you here in the present. So, don't waste your time thinking about the past or the future when now you should be reaping the good results of what you've already done. Correct your thinking and soon you will be able to pass on, free of anxiety. Turn your attention to the present. It contains all the virtues necessary for magga, phala, and Nibbāna. The past and the future are impediments you must overcome without wasting any more time.

hI feel really sorry for you two. You've done some very meritorious work for the sake of a happy future, only to get so bogged down in your attachment to mere bricks and mortar that you can't freely move on. If you both make the effort to cut these attachments from your hearts, before long you will be free of all binding ties. The strength of your accumulated merit is ready and waiting to take you to the rebirth of your choice."

Ācariya Mun then explained to them the essential meaning of the five moral precepts, a code of conduct applying equally to all living beings.

§ First: Every living being values its own life, so no one should destroy that intrinsic value by taking someone else's life. This results in very bad kamma.

§ Second: All beings cherish their own possessions. Even if they don't appear to have much value, the owner values them nonetheless. Regardless of its worth, nothing belonging to another person should be debased by theft or robbery. For such actions debase not only their possessions, but their hearts as well. Stealing is a terrible act – so never steal.

§ Third: Husbands and wives, children and grandchildren, all love each other dearly. They do not want to see anyone taking liberties with their loved ones. Their personal rights should be respected and their private space should be off limits to others. Spousal infringement is extremely damaging to people's hearts, and as such is an act of incalculable evil.

§ Fourth: Lies and prevarication destroy other people's trust, causing them to lose all respect. Even animals abhor deceit, so one should never hurt others by using false, deceitful language.

§ Fifth: Alcohol is by its very nature intoxicating and immensely harmful. Drinking it can cause a perfectly normal person to go crazy and steadily waste away. Anyone wishing to remain a normal, sane human being should refrain from drinking any form of liquor because it damages physical and mental health, eventually destroying people and everyone else around them.

Each of these five moral precepts has its own special benefits. By maintaining the first one, we can expect to enjoy good health and longevity. By the second, our wealth and property will be safe from criminal attack or other misfortune. By the third, family members will keep faith with each other, and live contentedly without unwanted interference. With the fourth, we will be trusted because of our integrity. When our speech is charming and pleasant, humans and devas alike will respect and cherish us. Honest people pose no threat to themselves or anyone else. And by maintaining the fifth precept, we will be clever, intelligent people who are not easily misguided nor readily thrown into confusion.

People who maintain moral virtue tend to reassure living beings everywhere by promoting a sense of satisfaction and mutual trust. Immoral people, on the other hand, cause untold suffering by harming people and animals all over the world. Those who value their own existence should understand that all people value themselves similarly, and should, therefore, refrain from harming others in any manner. Due to the supportive, protective power of moral virtue, honest, virtuous people can expect to be reborn into an elevated, heavenly existence. Thus it is vital to maintain high moral standards – the result will surely be a heavenly destination in the next life. Remember this Dhamma teaching, practice it diligently, and your future prosperity is assured.

By the time Ācariya Mun finished advising the small novice and his sister, both were delighted by his teaching and requested the five moral precepts from him, which he gave them. Having received the moral precepts, they respectfully took leave of Ācariya Mun, and immediately vanished. The power of their accumulated merit and the goodness they cultivated from attending to his discourse and taking the five precepts, led the two to be quickly reborn in the Tāvatiṁsa heavenly realm.

They then regularly visited Ācariya Mun to hear his teaching. On their first visit they thanked him for his kind assistance in illuminating the way out of the vicious cycle they were in, allowing them to finally enjoy the pleasure of the heavenly existence they had anticipated for so long. They told him that they now realized the great danger that attachments pose to the heart, and the delay they can cause in moving on to a favorable birth. Having received his compassionate advice, they were able to transcend all their concerns and be reborn in a heavenly realm.

Ācariya Mun explained the nature of emotional attachments to them, pointing out that they are a hindrance in many different ways. The wise always teach us that at the moment of death we should be careful not to have emotional attachments to anything whatsoever. The danger is that we may recall, then, an infatuation of some kind, or even worse, angry, revengeful thoughts about a particular person. The moment when the citta is about to leave the physical body is crucial. If at that moment the citta latches on to a pernicious thought, it may get burned and end up being reborn into a realm of misery, such as one of the hells, or a world of demons, ghosts, or animals – all miserable, unfavorable existences.

So when we're in a good position to train the citta – when we are in human birth and fully cognizant of ourselves – we must take decisive advantage of it. As human beings, we can realize our shortcomings and quickly act to correct them, so that, later, when our backs are against the wall – at the time of death – we will be fully prepared to fend for ourselves. We need not be worried about falling prey to the destructive forces of evil. The more we train ourselves to sever all emotional attachments, both good and bad, the better our position will be.

The wise know that the heart is the most important thing in the whole universe, for material and spiritual welfare are dependent upon the heart. So, they make a point of training their hearts in the correct way and then teach others to do the same. We live by means of the heart, and experience contentment and dissatisfaction by means of the heart. When we die, we depart by means of the heart. We are then born again according to our kamma – with the heart as the sole cause. As it is the sole source of everything that befalls us, we should train our hearts in the right way so that we can conduct ourselves properly now and in the future.

When Ācariya Mun finished speaking the newly reborn devas were overjoyed by his teaching. Praising it highly, they said they had never heard anything quite like it before. Upon their departure, they circumambulated him three times, then withdrew to the edge of his living area before floating up into the air like wisps of cotton borne by the wind.

ONCE, WHILE LIVING in a deep mountainous region of Chiang Mai, far from the nearest village, Ācariya Mun saw an extraordinary nimitta arise in his meditation. The hour was three a.m., a time when the body elements are especially subtle. He had just awoken from sleep and was sitting in meditation when he noticed that his citta wanted to rest in complete tranquility. So, he entered into a deep state of samādhi where he remained for about two hours. Then, his citta began withdrawing gradually from that state and paused at the level of upacāra samādhi instead of returning to normal, waking consciousness. Immediately, he became aware of certain events.

A huge elephant appeared. Walking up to Ācariya Mun, it knelt before him, indicating that it wanted him to mount. Ācariya Mun promptly climbed up onto its back and sat straddling its neck. Once he was settled on the elephant, he noticed two young monks following behind him, both riding on elephants. Their elephants were also very large, though slightly smaller than the one he was riding. The three elephants appeared very handsome and majestic, like royal elephants that possess human-like intelligence and know their master's wishes. When the two elephants reached him, he led them toward a mountain range that was visible directly ahead, about half a mile away.

Ācariya Mun felt the whole scene to be exceptionally majestic, as though he were escorting the two young monks away from the world of conventional reality forever. Upon reaching the mountain range, his elephant led them all to the entrance of a cave that was situated on a hill a short distance up the mountainside. As soon as they arrived, it turned around, placing its rear to the entrance. With Ācariya Mun still straddling its neck, it backed into the cave until its rear was touching the back wall. The other two elephants with the two young monks astride walked forward into the cave and each took a place on either side of Ācariya Mun's elephant, facing inward as he faced outward. Ācariya Mun then spoke to the two monks as if he were giving them his final, parting instructions.

"I have reached my final hour of birth in a human body. Having been completely cut off, perpetual existence in the conventional world will soon cease altogether for me. Never again shall I return to the world of birth and death. I want you both to return and fully develop yourselves first; then, before long, you will follow in my footsteps, departing this world in the same manner as I am preparing to do now. Escaping from the world, with its multitude of lingering attachments and all of its debilitating pain and suffering, is an extremely difficult task that demands unwavering commitment. You must exert yourselves and pour every ounce of energy into the struggle for this righteous cause – including crossing the very threshold of death – before you can expect to attain freedom from danger and anxiety. Once freed, you will never again have to deplore death and grasp at birth in the future.

"Having completely transcended every residual attachment, I shall depart this world unperturbed, much like a prisoner released from prison. I have absolutely no lingering regrets about losing this physical body – unlike most people whose desperate clinging causes them immense suffering at the time of death. So you should not mourn my passing in any way, for nothing good will come of it. Such grief merely promotes the kilesas, so the wise have never encouraged it."

When he finished speaking, Ācariya Mun told the two young monks to back their elephants out of the cave. Both elephants had been standing perfectly still, one on either side, as though they too were listening to Ācariya Mun's parting words and mourning his imminent departure. At that moment, all three elephants resembled real, living animals, rather than mere psychic images. At his command, the two elephants, carrying the young monks, slowly backed out of the cave, facing Ācariya Mun with an imperiously calm demeanor all the while. Then, as Ācariya Mun sat astride its neck, the hindquarters of Ācariya Mun's elephant began to bore its way into the cave wall. When half of the elephant's body had penetrated the wall of the cave, Ācariya Mun's citta began to withdraw from samādhi. The nimitta ended at that point.

Having never experienced such an unusual nimitta before, Ācariya Mun analyzed it and understood its meaning as being twofold. Firstly, when he died, two young monks would attain Dhamma after him, though he didn't specify who they were. Secondly, samatha and vipassanā are valuable assets for an Arahant to have from the time of his initial attainment until the time he passes away. During this whole period, he must rely on samatha and vipassanā to be his 'Dhamma abodes',[119] easing the discomfort that is experienced between the citta and the five khandhas, which remain interdependent until that moment – popularly known as 'death' – when the mundane khandhas and the transcendent citta[120] go their separate ways. At death, samatha and vipassanā cease to function, disappearing like all other mundane phenomena. Following that, nothing further can be said.

Most people would have been terrified to see the elephant they were riding bore its rear end into the wall of a cave. But in the event, Ācariya Mun felt unperturbed – he simply allowed the elephant to complete its appointed task. At the same time, it was heartening for him to know that two young monks would realize Dhamma around the time of his death, either just before or soon after. He said it was very strange that, in his parting instructions to them, he spoke about his own impending death as though his time had already come.

Unfortunately, Ācariya Mun never revealed the names of those two monks. Hearing this story from him, I was so eager to find out their names that I completely neglected to consider my own shortcomings. I kept trying to imagine which of my fellow monks they might be. I've kept an eye on this matter ever since Ācariya Mun passed away. But even as I write his biography I still don't have a clue who these auspicious monks might be. The more I think about it, the more I see the folly of jumping to conclusions.[121]

No one has admitted to being one of those monks – which is understandable. Who would publicize their attainments like that? Such achievements are not rotten fish to be peddled about merely to attract a swarm of flies. Anyone attaining that level of Dhamma must possess a very high degree of intelligence and propriety. Would he then be so stupid as to broadcast his achievements so that fools could laugh at him while the wise deplore it? Only the gullible would get excited about such news – like those in the story of the panic-stricken rabbit who, hearing a loud thud, imagined the sky was caving in.[122]

My own foolishness about this matter has eventually subsided, so I have written it down for your consideration. I deserve blame for any impropriety here, for such stories are usually shared only between a teacher and his inner circle of disciples so that no one is adversely affected. I know I deserve the criticism, and I hope, as always, that you will be kind enough to forgive me.

Hungrige Geister   

Hilfreichen Rat nichtkörperlichen Wesen, aus verschiedenen Reichen der Existenz, zu geben, war eine ernste Verpflichtung, der Ācariya Mun, bis zur Zeit seines Todes, fortsetzte nachzugehen. Er war stets in Kommunikation mit solchen Lebewesen, wo immer er lebte, doch eher in Bergregionen. Dort, in den abgelegenen Wildnisgebieten, weit weg von menschlichen Siedlungen, kam eine Gruppe nach der anderen, nahe zu jede Nacht, um ihn zu besuchen. Selbst hungrige Geister, Gaben der Verdienste, ihnen von ihren Verwandten gewidmet, erwartend, kamen um seine Hilfe zu suchen. Es war unmöglich zu sagen, wie lange sie tot waren, welcher Familie oder Nation sie einst angehörten, oder ob diese Geister lebende Verwandte übrig hatten. Mit dem Kontaktaufnehmen mit Ācariya Mun hofften sie daß er ihnen, aus Mitgefühl, helfen würde, deren lebenden Verwandten zu finden, und ihnen sagen, daß sie Spenden tun sollen, eine Portion den Toten widmend, so daß dieses deren Qualen und Leiden erleichtern, und deren Leben ertragbarer machen würde. Viele von ihnen hatten schon, für so lange Zeit, unaussprechliches Elend in der Hölle erlitten, daß es unmöglich war diese Länge ihres Verbleibs in Begriffen von menschlicher Existenz auszudrücken. Wenn sie letztlich fähig waren, sich klar aus den Höllenreichen zu erheben, konnten sie immer noch ausreichend Unglück mit sich tragen um kein Ausmaß an Behagen zu erfahren. Anstelle litten sie unvermindert weiter. Für Lebewesen die in den Konsequenzen deren schlechten Kammas stecken, macht es wenig aus, in welche Existenz sie geboren werden, denn nur wenig Veränderung ergibt sich, um deren Leiden erleichtern zu helfen.

Hungrige Geister erzählten Ācariya Mun stets, daß sie keine Ahnung hatten, wie lange es für sie sein würde, bis sie deren Weg, durch die Konsequenzen derer schlechten Taten, hinter sich hätten. Sie klammerten sich an eine verzweifelte Hoffnung: Wenn er doch so zuvorkommend wäre, ihren lebende Verwandten von deren Elend zu erzählen, sodaß deren Verwandte vielleicht willig wären, die Verdienste von deren guten Taten mit ihnen zu teilen, und ihnen damit erlauben von deren unerträglichen Qualen zu fliehen. Als er die hungrigen Geister über deren Verwandte fragte, sprachen sie alle von einer anderen Welt, eine die ihm nicht vorstellbar war. Gestorben und in einem der Reiche der Hölle wiedergeboren, verblieben manche dort für zehn oder selbst hunderttausend Jahre in einer nichtkörperlichen Existenz, bevor sie in einen mildern Zustand kamen, in dem sie sich durch das verbleibende Schlechte deren Kammas arbeiten mußten. Deren geistergleiche Existenz hielt dann für weitere fünfhundert bis tausend unkörperliche Jahre stand, und so war es recht aussichtslos deren Familienstamm nachzuvollziehen. So war die grausame Ironie deren kammischen Dilemmas, ein Zustand, in dem sie letztlich Unterstützung von deren Verwandten empfangen könnten, und sie jede Spur zu deren Familie verloren hatten. So hatten sie keine andere Wahl, als auf unbestimmte Zeit unter dieser kammischen Miserie zu leiden, ohne irgend eine Ahnung, wann es enden würde. Solche Geister ähneln streunenden Tieren, die keinen Besitzer haben, der sich um sie kümmert.

Anderen hungrigen Geister konnte etwas geholfen werden, denn sie waren er kürzlich gestorben, und deren Kamma war nicht so schwer, bedeutend, daß diese in der Lage waren, Verdienste, ihnen von ihren Verwandten gewidmet, zu empfangen. Nachdem diese lebende Verwandte hatten, deren Namen und Adresse sie ihm sagen könnten, war es Ācariya Mun möglich, ihnen etwas Unterstützung zu geben, solange deren Familien in der Umgebung waren, in der er verweilte. Sobald er wußte, wo sie waren, sah er sich um eine Möglichkeit um, mit ihnen zu sprechen. Er riet ihnen, daß sie sich deren toten Verwandten, die warteten, die Verdienste, die sie beim Vollbringen von speziellen religiösen Anlässen, oder gewöhnlicher, beim täglichen Darbieten von Nahrung an Mönche, widmen sollten. Manche Geister sind fähig eine Portion der Verdienste, gemacht von großzügigen Leuten überall, zu empfangen, auch wenn es nicht speziell ihnen gewidmet ist. Deshalb gab Ācariya Mun stets solche Widmungen, während er Wohlwollen gegenüber allen Lebewesen ausstrahlte. Entsprechend der spezifischen Natur deren Kammas, empfingen manche Geister die Verdienste, die von irgend jemanden gewidmet wurden, während andere nur die Verdienste empfangen könnten, die ihnen persönlich von deren Verwandten dargebracht wurden.

Ācariya Mun sagte, daß Geister eine sehr seltsame Art der Existenz haben. Aus seiner ausführlichen Erfahrung mit ihnen, fand er, daß Geister bei weitem unangenehmer waren, als jede andere Klasse von nichtkörperlichen Lebewesen. Keinerlei Rückhalt an Verdiensten für sich selbst habend, hängen Geister an, und fühlen sich stets abhängig, von anderen um zu überleben. Sollten diese anderen fehlen, sind die Geister völlig Mittellos gelassen. Deren Abhängigkeit von anderen stellt sie in einer extrem schwierige Lage, niemals fähig zu sein, für sich selbst zu stehen.

Großzügigkeit, und andere Formen des Verdienstetuns sind als eine Schlüsselelement äußerst bedeuten, um eine Grundlage für Selbstständigkeit in diesen und zukünftigen Leben zu geben. Alle Lebewesen sind das Produkt deren Kammas. Sie müssen selbst volle Verantwortung gegenüber den Konsequenzen, denen sie entgegnen, tragen. Kein anderer kann die Verantwortung übernehmen, denn kein anderer erfährt das Kamma erzeugt von anderen. Geburt, gut und schlecht, und der relative Grad von Behagen und Schmerz, den man damit erfährt, sind einzig die Verantwortung des Einzelnen, der die Umstände erzeugte, die diese Auswirkungen erzeugte. Kein Lebewesen kann für andere in diesem Bezug einspringen. Selbst jene, die keinen Nutzen aus deren Handlungen erwarten, erhalten die kammische Schuld für diese.

Ācariya Mun war ein Experte im Bezug auf Devas, Brahmas, Yakkhas, Nāgas und Garuḍas. Auch wenn er nicht immer das Ausmaß seines Wissen preis gab, hatte die Fähigkeit endlose verschiedene Erscheinungen, innerhalb der vielen groben und feinen nichtkörperlichen Zustände der Existenz, zu erkunden, welches über die Reichweite von menschlicher Wahrnehmung hinaus geht. Seine Geschichten über Geister waren sicherlich haarstreubend. Selbst jene ohne Angst vor Geistern, konnten nicht aus, sich unbehaglich über die eigenartigen Mächte des Kammas zu fühlen. Er sagte, wenn Leute nur der eigenes oder anderer Leutes gutes und schlechtes Kamma, in der Weise wie sie gegenständliche Dinge wie Wasser und Feuer sehen, sehen könnten, dann würden sie es nicht wagen jemals wieder Schlechtes zu tun, so wie sie es nicht wagen in loderndes Feuer zu steigen. Anstelle wären sie angestrengt nur Gutes zu tun, welches die kühle, erfrischend Qualität des Wassers hat. Konflikte wurden nach und nach in der Welt vergehen, so jede Person daran arbeiten würde, sich selbst gegen die Gefahren des Schlechten zu bewachen.

EINMAL ALS ĀCARIYA MUN über Himmel, Hölle und das Geisterreich den Mönchen berichtete, sprach einer seiner älteren Schüler los: "So Leute Himmel und Hölle, oder verschiedene nichtkörperliche Lebewesen wie Geister, Devas, Garuḍas und Nāgas nicht tatsächlich sehen können, können sie die letztlichen Konsequenzen derer Handlungen nicht sehen. Aber Ihr könnt diese Dinge sehen. Wäre es also nicht eine gute Idee, wenn Ihr dieses für den Nutzen von Leuten überall erläutern würdet? Alles waren natürliche Erscheinungen, welche klar vom Erhabenen Buddha und seinen Arahat-Schülern verstanden wurden. Niemand hat jemals den Buddha und seine Schüler beanstandet, den Leuten über sie zu lehren, und so sehe ich keinen Grund, warum Euch irgend wer zu einem Gegenstand machen sollte, wenn Ihr so tut. Es ist anzunehmen, daß die Leute die selbe Anerkennung für Euer erstaunliche Talent zeigen, wie wir, Eure Schüler tun."

Ācariya Mun war eisern in seine Erwiderung:

"Diese Art von Verrücktheit, die Ihr vorschlagt wird uns beide zerstören. Ich habe niemals daran gedacht öffentlich über diese Sache zu sprechen. Sollte ich es tun, wurdet Ihr und ich, und der Rest der Mönche damit enden, ein Haufen von Irren zu sein. Und sobald das gesamte Kloster verrückt geworden ist, welche Art von klösterlichen Heim, denkt Ihr, würde uns alle akzeptieren? Die Sāsana wurde mit Umsicht verlautbart und gelehrt, um ausgeübt zu werden, verstanden, und um darüber in Umsicht zu sprechen. Diesen Unsinn den Ihr vorschlagt, ist dieses wirklich eine Sache der Umsicht, oder ist es etwas törichtes? Denkt darüber nach. Aus meiner Sicht ist der bloße Gedanke darüber verrückt, nicht zu sprechen es tatsächlich vorzuschlagen. Selbst wenn Leute durchhalten mögen uns darüber sprechen zu hören, würden wir selbst mit Sicherheit todgeweiht sein. Warum bringt ihr es also auf?

"Wenn Ihr die berührbaren, sichtbaren Dinge um uns her nehmt, sind Leute überall fähig mit diesen in einer passenden und begründeten Art umzugehen. Auch wenn das Dhamma Erhabene Wahrheit ist, hängt es immer noch von der Einbringung von Leuten in der Welt ab, und so sollten wir immer daran arbeiten die Beschaffenheiten der Gesellschaft mit der Wahrheit des Dhammas zu harmonisieren. Der Buddha war der Erste, im klaren Wissen und Verstehen der wahren Natur von allen Erscheinungen. Er sprach darüber mit absoluter Sicherheit, aber er war stets unfehlbar umsichtig, in der Weise, wie er die Angelegenheiten handhabte. Er sprach dann nur mit der höchsten Einsicht und Umsicht.

"Wissen und Verständnis über verschiedene Natur von nichtkörperlichen Erscheinungen, ist ein Privileg von jemanden, der diese Art von Wahrnehmung erlangt hat. Aber willkürlich über solches Wissen loszureden ist doch eher abnormal, und so sind normale Leute abgeneigt zuzuhören. Dieses ist nicht abgesehen eine Kritik für jeden zu sein. Was hier wichtiger ist, sich hier im Geist zu behalten, daß Leute, die solches Wissen besitzen, passend dem Prinzip von Dhamma handeln sollten, für deren eigenen Nutzen, und für den Nutzen von jedem, der mit ihnen in Verbindung steht. Überzeugt von der erstaunlichen Natur, die wir wahrgenommen haben, zu sein, ist kein ausreichender Grund, über diese Dinge zu sprechen, welche andere dazu ermutigen mögen verrückt zu werden. Jene Leute, die eifrig daran sind, solchen Reden zuzuhören, weil deren religiöse Überzeugung davon abhängt, über erstaunliche Erscheinungen zu hören, sind bereits auf der Straße zum Verrückt werden. So halte ich nichts von Überzeugung und Begeisterung dieser Art. Ich bevorzuge die Art von Einsicht die der Erhabene Buddha lehrte sie zu nutzen, von Leuten in deren Überzeugung, und in deren Sinn von Begeisterung. Auch wenn wir nicht alle außergewöhnlich weise sind, ist da zumindest eine Hoffnung, daß genug gutes Urteilsvermögen gezeigt werden wird, um die Sāsana zu erhalten, und für die Zukunft zu schützen.

"Laßt mich dieses fragen: Angenommen Ihr würdet ein bestimmte Menge an Geld haben, die gut genutzt werden könnte, wenn Ihr klug seid, aber schädlich, wenn ihr es nicht seid. Wie würdet Ihr es handhaben, wenn Ihr in eine Gruppe von Leuten geht, um sicher zu gehen, daß Ihr und Euer Geld sicher seid?"

Der ältere Schüler antwortete: "Ich würde jede erdenkliche Vorsicht nutzen, um auf mein Geld zu achten."

"Wie genau würdet Ihr vorgehen darauf zu achten, wenn Ihr in einer großen Gruppe von Leuten seid, um jede mögliche Gefahr zu vermeiden?"

"Wenn ich denken würde, daß es passend wäre, etwas von meinem Geld dort auszugeben, wurde ich aufpassen es herauszuzählen und die notwendige Menge zu überreichen, ohne irgend jemanden sehen zu lassen, wie groß die Menge ist, die immer noch bei mir ist. Diese Menge würde ich gut versteckt von Blicken halten, um jede mögliche Gefahr zu vermeiden."

Ācariya Mun sagte dann: "Gut nun, laßt uns annehmen, daß Ihr gewisses Wissen und Verständnis über Geister und nichtkörperliche Lebewesen besitzt. Wie würdet ihr dieses Wissen umsichtig, in Beziehung mit anderen, handhaben, sodaß es von gewissen Nutzen für sie ist, ohne eine Angelegenheit des Weitverbreitetwerden zu sein, öffentliche Allbekanntheit, welches für beide, Euch und die Sāsana schädlich sein könnte?"

"Ich würde die selbe Art von Vorsicht im Handhaben von solchem Wissen verwenden müssen, die ich im Verwenden meines Geldes nutzen würde."

"Gerade vor einem Moment habt Ihr vorgeschlagen, daß ich mein Wissen über solche Erscheinungen gegenüber der generellen Öffentlichkeit verbreiten sollte, ohne auch die Konsequenzen zu bedenken. Was war das? Ich erachte, daß eine durchschnittliche urteilsfähige Person niemals vorschlagen wurde, was Ihr gerade getan habt, und jetzt habt Ihr gerade heraus gesprochen. Wenn Ihr selbst nicht den allgemeinen Sinn einer gewöhnlichen Person habt, was wird dann irgend jemand an Euch vorzüglich finden? Ich scheitere daran, irgend etwas vorzügliches in Eurem Denken zu sehen. Sollte jemand von Euch behaupten, an Urteilsvermögen zu mangeln, wie würdet Ihr Euch verteidigen, wenn Ihr mit der Wahrheit dieser Anklage konfrontiert werdet? Denkt darüber nach: Welches ist in der Mehrheit auf dieser Welt, die Weisen oder die Dummen? Und wie würde irgend jemand fähig sein, die Sāsana begründet zu erhalten, und ihr fortsetzendes Wohlergehen bewahren, wenn man dem Vorschlag, der von Euch an mich gerade gemacht wurde, folgen würde?"

Sein Schüler antwortete: "Darüber nun nachdenkend, denke ich, daß mein Vorschlag völlig falsch war. Ich sprach dieses aus, weil solche erstaunlichen Dinge zu hören, so inspirierend für mich war, sodaß ich dieses Wissen mit Leuten überall teilen wollte. Ich nahm an, daß diese wahrscheinlich genau so inspiriert gewesen wären wie ich, und so enorm davon profitiert hätten. Aber ich bedachte die offensichtlichen gegensätzlichen Konsequenzen nicht, welche solch eine Offenheit für die gesamte Sāsana haben würde. Seit bitte gütig genug, um mir zu vergeben, ich möchte nicht sehen, daß diese Neigung des Unumsichtigseins eine eingebettete in meinem Charakter wird. Ich werde versuchen in Zukunft umsichtiger zu sein, so daß dieses nicht wieder passiert.

"Wenn mich andere aufwarten, mangelnd an Urteilsvermögen zu sein, werde ich bereitwillig zu meinem Fehler stehen, denn ich verdiene klar diese Kritik. Bis Ihr mich gerade gefragt habt, habe ich nie darüber nachgedacht, ob oder nicht, Dumme die Weisen überwiegen. Nun erkenne ich, daß da viel mehr Dumme in dieser Welt sein mögen, den in unserer Dorfgemeinschaft sind nur sehr wenige Weise Leute, die sich um moralische Angelegenheiten annehmen. Die meisten Leute scheinen nicht zu wissen wozu und für was sie hier sind, und was sie tun. Sie sind sehr interessiert daran, warum sie Dinge tun, gleich ob sie recht oder falsch, gut oder schlecht handeln. Mit dem zufrieden seiend, was immer leicht und bequem im Moment ist, lassen sie einfach Schicksal deren Zukunft entscheiden. Ich verstehe das alles nun besser. Jene Leute die fähig sind, die Sāsana begründet zu erhalten, und sie für ein gutes Fortbestehen bewahren, müssen weise und einsichtige Leute sein, die andere in einer glatten, harmonischen Weise führen, sodaß jeder von deren Beispiel Nutzen ziehen kann. Ein weiser und einsichtiger Lehrer ist ein Eckstein des Erfolges, in selber Weise wie ein fähiger Führer essentiell für alle Angelegenheiten in allen Arten des Lebens ist."

Ācariya Mun nahm die Diskussion an diesem Punkt auf:

"Nachdem Ihr fähig seid zu verstehen, daß eine weise Person essentiell für den Erfolg jeder Bemühung notwendig ist, warum denkt Ihr nicht darüber nach, was für Eure Bemühung, als ausübender Mönch, wichtig ist? Spirituelle Bestrebungen, sehr tiefgründig seiend, sind schwer zu verstehen. Aus diesem Grund können nur kluge und einsichtige Leute die Sāsana zur Vollkommenheit aufrecht erhalten. Hier beziehe ich mich nicht auf die Art von Klugheit, die Zerstörung in der Welt verursacht, und die Sāsana schädigt, sondern Klugheit, die weise urteilt, Entscheidungen fällt, die eines materiellen und spirituellen Besitz gut tut. Es ist diese Art von Klugheit, welche die ersten zwei Faktoren des Noblen Achtfachen Pfades einbezieht: Sammā-diṭṭhi und Sammā-sankappo, Rechte Ansicht und Rechte Denkweise. Und diese Faktoren sind von jenem personifiziert, dessen Worte und Handlungen immer diesem Prinzip der Weisheit folgen.

"Selbst Rechtes Samādhi hängt von untersuchender, erprobender Weisheit der Rechten Ansicht ab, um zu vermeiden 'Komatuoses Samādhi' zu werden. Wenn Citta in den Zustand von Ruhe überläuft, sollte stets Weisheit anwesend sein, eine unterstützende Rolle spielend. Wie könnten sonst jene, die sich dem Verständnis der wahren Natur aller Erscheinungen widmen, korrekt mit dem Wissen umgehen, daß im Citta aufkommt, oder mit den äußeren Erscheinungen, mit dem es in Berührung kommt? Wenn da keine Weisheit ist, um zu helfen, ist man daran gebunden Fehler in der Beurteilung zu machen.

"Die Vielfältigkeit von inneren und äußeren Erscheinungen, die sich in das Samādhi einbringen kann, ist grenzenlos, die Vorstellung von diesen ist nur durch die persönlichen Neigungen jedes Einzelnen limitiert. Jene, die so geneigt, werden natürlich solche Erscheinungen erfahren, und nichts kann sie davon abhalten so zu tun. Aber der Schlüsselfaktor hier ist Weisheit. Weisheit analysiert aufkommende Erscheinungen, und wählt dann jene, die passend sind sich darauf zu sammeln, sodaß dem Rest erlaubt werden kann, ohne Probleme zu verursachen, zu ziehen. Jene denen es an Weisheit fehlt, werden eine schwere Zeit haben, erfolgreich durch die Samādhi-Ausübung zu kommen: Sie werden sich an dieser Vorstellung erfreut seiend, oder an jener, vorfinden, ekstatisch darüber seiend, niedergeschlagen davon. Alle sind emotionale Reaktionen, die auf das Herz stoßen, ihm verursachend festzuhalten. Solange keine Weisheit anwesend ist, um mit diesen wirkungsvoll umzugehen, können solche störenden emotionalen Anhaftungen niemals eliminiert werden. Weisheit kann wählerisch sein, ignorierend was überflüssig des darauf Sammelns ist, und was essentiell ist, das die Richtung anzeigt, in die man die Ausübung fortsetzen soll.

"Unsere Absicht, eingeweihte als buddhistische Mönche zu sein, ist es nach Wissen und Weisheit zu suchen, sodaß wir unsere tugendhaften Qualitäten entwickeln können, geschätzt von Leuten überall. Wir sind nicht hier um unser Unfähigkeit vor den Kilesas aufmarschieren zu lassen, um deren abwegigen Tricks zu erliegen, sondern um kluge Taktiken zu entwickeln, um unsere Kilesas auszusteuern, und so deren Tricks zu schlagen. Ohne ein angebrachtes Mittel des Schutzes zu leben, belassen wir uns in einer sehr gefährlichen Position. Das Prinzip des Dhammas, und der klösterlichen Disziplin sind des Mönch schützende Panzer, während Achtsamkeit und Weisheit seine bevorzugten Waffen sind. Wenn wir fest in unserer Ausübung bleiben wollen, und beständig in allen Situationen, müssen wir Achtsamkeit und Weisheit in all unsere täglichen Aktivitäten aufrecht erhalten. Achtsamkeit und Weisheit müssen alles was wir denken, sagen und tun durchdringen, ohne Ausnahme. Nur dann können wir sicher über die Art unserer Ausübung sein.

"Ich würde wirklich alle meine Schüler gerne sehen, kompromisslose Gewissenhaftigkeit in deren Anstrengung Dukkha zu überwinden, Achtsamkeit und Weisheit nutzend, um die Arbeit zu überschauen. Ihr würdet Euch damit zu würdigen Empfängern von Buddhas herausragenden Lehren machen, welche die Wichtigkeit des Nutzens von geschickten Mittel, unter allen Umständen, unterstreichen. Ich habe keine Lust meine Studenten in einem haltlosen dummen Zustand der Verwirrung, über emotionale Anhaftungen, wegen Selbstgefälligkeit und Faulheit zu sehen, die sie davon abhalten die notwendige Arbeit zu tun, die erforderlich ist, sie über Gefahren hinaus zu bringen. So seiend nicht unklar im Bezug auf die Arbeit vor Euch.

"Ein praktizierender Mönch, der bestrebt über die Welt von Saṁsāra zu queren, bringt sich in die nobelste Form des Bemühens ein. Keine andere Arbeit ist so anspruchsvoll wie die Aufgabe seine Herz über Schmerz und Leiden, erfahren im Saṁsāra, zu erheben.[123] Es erfordert uneingeschränke Anstrengung an alle Fronten, inklusive der Gewilltheit sein Leben zu opfern. Anvertraut Euer Leben Euren eigenen gewissenhaften Anstrengungen, so sie sich annehmen Euch von dem Abgrund der Kilesas weg zu ziehen. Anders als andere Arten der Arbeit, ist da kein Raum für Doppeldeutigkeit hier. Wenn Ihr das wundersame Ergebnis verwirklichen wollt, daß Ihr erfahren müßt, müßt Ihr beharrlich sein, Euer Leben in Reihe für den Zweck des Dhammas ziehen. Keine andere Methode kann angenommen werden, um das rechte Ergebnis zu erlangen. Ihr müßt gewillt sein Euer Leben zu geben, um die Welt von Saṁsāra zu überwinden. Nur dann werdet Ihr frei von den Mühen von Dukkha der zukünftigen Geburten sein.

"Ich habe niemals angenommen zu überleben und ein Lehrer zu werden, den mein Entschluß Saṁsāra zu überwinden war viel stärker als meine Überlegungen am Leben zu bleiben. Alle meine Anstrengungen in allen Umständen, waren gegen ein Ziel über Leben hinaus gerichtet. Ich erlaubte es mit nicht zu bedauern mein Leben zu verlieren, um mich von meiner Absicht abzubringen. Die Begierde meinen Kurs auf dem Pfad zur Befreiung zu halten, hielt mich unter steten Druck, und richtete jede meiner Bewegungen aus. Ich beschloß, daß wenn mein Körper dem Druck nicht widerstehen könnte, würde ich einfach streben müssen. Ich bin schon so viele unzählige Male in der Vergangenheit gestorben, daß ich das Sterben in jeden Fall satt hatte. Aber wenn ich leben sollte, begehrte ich nur das selbe Dhamma zu verwirklichen, daß der Buddha erlangt hat. Ich hatte keinen Wunsch irgend etwas anderes zu erlangen, den ich hatte genug von allen anderen Arten Errungenschaften. Zu dieser Zeit war meine vorrangige Begierde Wiedergeburt zu vermeiden, und dann wieder einmal im Kreis von Geburten und Tod gefangen zu sein.

"Die Anstrengung die ich setzte, um das Dhamma zu erlangen, kann mit einer Turbine verglichen werden, die unaufhörlich rotierte, oder mit einem 'Rad des Dhammas' das sich unaufhörlich, Tag und Nacht dreht, so es seinen Weg durch jeden Überrest an Kilesasschnitt. Nur im Schlaf erlaubte ich mir ein vorübergehende Pause von dieser rigorosen Ausübung. Sobald ich Aufwachte, war ich zurück an der Arbeit, Achtsamkeit, Weisheit, Vertrauen und Gewissenhaftigkeit nutzend, um diese widerstehenden Kilesas, die immer noch da waren, zu entwurzeln und zu zerstören. Ich harrte in dieser offenen Feldschlacht mit den Kilesas aus, bis Achtsamkeit, Weisheit, Vertrauen und Gewissenhaftigkeit, sie alle gänzlich zerstört hatten. Erst dann konnte ich letztlich entspannen. Von diesem Moment an, wußte ich bestimmt, daß die Kilesas besiegt worden waren, kategorisch, um niemals wieder zurück zu kehren um Probleme zu verursachen. Doch der Körper, der sich nicht mit den Kilesas aufgelöst hat, blieb am Leben.

"Das ist etwas worüber Ihr umsichtig nachdenken solltet. Wollt Ihr der Angstlosigkeit im Angesicht des Todes erlangen, und gewissenhaft streben, um das Elend, daß, für so lange Zeit, so eine schmerzvolle Bürde in Eurem Herzen war? Oder wollt Ihr in Eurem Bedauern, darüber sterben zu müssen, beharren, und so wieder in dieser miserablen Situation wiedergeboren zu sein? Beeilt Euch, und denkt darüber nach! Erlaubt Euch selber nicht von Dukkha gefangen zu sein, Eure Möglichkeit zu verschwenden, Ihr werdet es für lange Zeit bedauern.

"Die Schlachtfelder, um die Kilesas zu besiegen, existieren in jedem Einzelnen, der mit Weisheit, Vertrauen und Beharrlichkeit als Waffen ausübt, um sich seinen Weg in die Freiheit zu erkämpfen. Es ist sehr kontraproduktive zu glauben, daß Ihr ausreichend Zeit übrig habt, nachdem Ihr immer noch jung und guter Gesundheit seid. Ausübende Mönche sollten solche Gedanken entschieden ablehnen. Es ist alleine das Herz, daß alle Fehlurteile und alle Weisheit erzeugt, und so solltet Ihr Eure Aufmerksamkeit nicht außerhalb Euch selbst richten. So diese ständig aktiv sind, gebt Euren Handlungen, Sprache und Gedanken genauer Aufmerksamkeit, um zu untersuchen, welche Art von Ergebnissen sie erzeugen. Erzeugen sie Dhamma, welches ein Gegenmittel zu dem Gift der Apathie und Selbstgefälligkeit ist, oder erzeugen sie ein Tonic, daß die Verwirrungen nährt, die Dukkha verursacht, ihnen Stärke gebend, um den Kreislauf der Existenz unabsehbar zu erweitern? Was immer sie sind, die Ergebnisse Ihrer Handlungen, Sprache und Gedanken, sollten durch und durch, in jedem Detail, untersucht werden, sonst begegnen Sie nichts als Fehltritten, und erheben sich nie über den Schmerz und das Elend, welches diese Welt jagt."

Ācariya Muns Antwort an den Mönch, der vorschlug Leuten willkürlich über unübliche Erscheinungen, die er erfuhr, zu berichten, war heftig und kompromisslos. Der Gipfel seiner Antwort macht eine merkenswerte Dhammalehre aus, eine die selten gehört wird. Es erscheint nicht so, als ob der Mönch Verurteilung, so stark wie sie Ācariya Muns aufrührender Tadel erscheinen mag, verdient hat. Vielleicht war das Aussprechen eine Art Ācariya Mun zu veranlassen, uns eine Lehrrede zu geben. So weit ich erzählen kann, wenn nichts außergewöhnliches passierte, das sein Herz traf und ihn provozierte zu erwidern, bevorzugte es Ācariya Mun gelassen, in einer leichten Art zu sprechen, speziell wenn der Gegenstand sehr tiefgehend war. Zu solchen Anlässen jedoch, fühlten seine Zuhörer oft, daß etwas fehlte, und waren nicht völlig zufrieden mit seinen Lehren. Aber wenn jemand etwas los trat, in dem er ihm eine Frage stellte, oder wenn er angewidert wurde, wenn einige Mönche zweideutig über das Dhamma sprachen, oder wenn deren Diskussion seine Interessen beleidigte, dann begann sich das Dhamma in seinem Herzen aufzurühren und auszuströmen, sich selbst in einer unüblichen Weise ausdrückend, das unserem Hören Feuer und Aufregung verlieh.

Jedes Mal, wenn Ācariya Mun eine auftragende Rede dieser Art darlegte, fühlte sich seine Zuhörerschaft tief bewegt, in einer Weise, die schwer zu beschreiben ist. Ich selbst, ein eher raues Temperament habend, bevorzugte es seinen hitzigen Ermahnungen zuzuhören, denn sie paßten gut zu meinem natürlichen Gemüt. Aus diesem Grund mein ich, daß diese Mönche verschiedene Mittel entwickelt haben Ācariya Mun zu einer hitzigen Rede zu provozieren, indem sie tatsächliche deren Einfallsreichtum nutzten, um mit einer klugen Provokation aufzukommen. Da sie wahrscheinlich absahen, von seiner Erwiderung zu profitieren, lagen sie nicht gänzlich falsch. Die resoluten Dhamma-Darlegungs, die mich am meisten anregten, kamen stets dann auf, wenn ich ihn testende, stupsende Fragen stellte. Die Erklärungen waren dann daran gebunden, an mich persönlich gerichtet zu sein, anders all die generellen Erklärungen, die für alle Mönche gedacht waren. Sowie ich einige Zeit mit ihm gelebt hatte, fand ich viele verschiedene Weg heraus, um im Kommentare zu entlocken, ohne auf ihn zu warten, daß er selbst mit diesen, in einem generellen klösterlichen Treffen, auf kam.

EINMAL LEBTE ĀCARIYA MUN und drei oder vier Mönche in einer abgeschiedenen Höhle im Chiang Dao Bezirk. Nach dem drei Nächte dort vergangen waren, erzählte Ācariya Mun seinen Mönchen, daß er in seiner Meditation, eine geräumige, einladende Höhle, hoch oben auf einem abschüssigen Berghang, in der näheren Umgebung, gesehen hatte. Er erzählte ihnen, daß viele Paccekabuddhas[124] dort in der Vergangenheit verweilt haben, doch das Heutzutage keine Mönche dort leben könnten, der Aufstieg zu steil war, und der Platz zu hoch, um einen Platz in Gehreichweite zu finden, an dem sie Almosenspeise erhalten könnten. Er riet dem Mönchen den Berg hinauf zu klettern, um sich die Höhle anzusehen, und stiftete sie an Nahrung mitzunehmen. Da da kein Pfad den Berg hinauf führend war, mußten sie best möglich klettern, bis sie den Gipfel erreichten. Die Höhle war in einem kleinen Abstand von eben diesem Gipfel.

Einige Laien mit sich nehmend, kletterten die Mönche bis zum Gipfel hoch, wo sie einer wunderschöne geräumige Höhle fanden, genau wie Ācariya Mun es beschrieben hatte. Die Luft war klar und die Umgebung angenehm und einladend. Die Mönche waren so erfreut von deren Entdeckung, daß sie den Platz nicht verlassen wollten. Sie hätten es bevorzugt dort unbestimmt zu bleiben, Meditation ausübend. Leider war die Höhle so hoch oben, und so weit weg vom nächsten Dorf, sodaß sie keinen Platz hatten um auf Almosenrunde zu gehen. Als die Nahrung, die sie mitgenommen hatten, nahezu aus war, mußten sie zurück zur Höhle gehen, wo Ācariya Mun verweilte. Mit deren Rückkehr fragen er sie über denen Eindruck.

"Nun, wie war die Höhle, nett und einladend? Ein Bild davon in meiner Meditation sehend, dachte ich, sie ist so schön und geräumig, daß Ich Euch alle da hinauf haben wollte, um sie Euch anzusehen. Ich war sicher, daß Ihr sie mögt. Ich dachte nicht diesen Berg zu untersuchen, was da ist. Als ich ihn ein paar Tage später untersuchte, entdeckte ich wie viele verwunderliche, erstaunliche Dinge er enthält. Die Höhle, zu der Ihr gegangen seid, ist stets von himmlischen Devas bewacht. Von jedem der sich dort unpassend verhält, kann angenommen werden, die Konsequenzen zu fühlen. Als ich Euch dort hinauf schickte, vergaß ich Euch gegenüber zu erwähnen, daß die Höhle von Devas beschützt ist, und Euch zu warnen, daß Ihr Euch beherrscht und die ganze Zeit passend benehmt. Ich wollte nicht, daß Ihr laut seid, was ein unannehmbares Verhalten für einen Mönch wäre. Ich befürchtete, daß wenn die Devas, welche die Höhle beschützen, unerfreut sind, sie Euch Unbehagen im Herbeiführen von etwas unangenehmen verursachen würden.

Die Mönche informierten Ācariya Mun, daß die es bevorzugen würden, längere Zeit in der Höhle zu bleiben, doch er bestand darauf, daß es, ganz egal wie attraktiv der Platz war, nicht möglich sein würde, dort zu leben, da keine Nahrung verfügbar war. Ācariya Mun sprach über die Höhle in einer, was Sache ist, Art, als ob er sie schon viele Male gesehen hätte. Doch er war noch niemals da hoch gegangen, der Aufstieg zu steil und schwierig seiend. Dennoch sprach er mit einer Sicherheit wie einer der klar weiß, daß das aufkommende Wissen in seiner Meditation nicht nur bloße Illusion war.

Ācariya Mun warnte die Mönche, sich in einer umsichtigen und beherrschten Art zu benehmen, wo immer sie hin gingen, den die Devas, die an diesen abgelegenen Plätzen Leben, bevorzugen es ordentlich und rein. Die himmlischen Devas erkennen solch ein nachlässiges Benehmen eines Mönchs, wie etwa rücksichtslos zu schlafen, auf seinen Rücken mit ausgestreckten Gliedern wie eine Leiche zu liegen, sich wälzend und murmelnd wie ein Idiot, und würden sich recht angewidert fühlen, unabhängig von dem Umstand, daß es einer Person nicht möglich ist seine Handlungen im Schlaf zu kontrollieren. Devas warteten Ācariya Mun oft auf, um zu erzählen, wie sie über diese Sache denken.

"Mönche nehmen Haltungen des Respekts und Wertschätzung im Herzen und Geist, gegenüber Lebewesen überall, ein, und so sollte deren Verhalten jeder Zeit bewacht und beherrscht sein, selbst wenn sie schlafen. So weit es möglich ist, sollte die Erscheinung eines Mönchs attraktiv und angenehm sein, und nie unannehmbar und aufdringlich. Wir hassen es Mönche sich ungezügelt benehmend, wie gewöhnliche Leute kein bisschen Bedenken über die Konsequenzen zeigend, zu sehen. Speziell weil die Umsicht, mit Beherrschung zu handeln, innerhalb deren Möglichkeit liegt. Es ist nicht unser Absicht kritisch gegenüber allen Mönchen zu sein. Devas sind überall dankbar die Möglichkeit zu haben, jenen Mönchen Respekt zu erweisen, die ein beispielhaftes Benehmen her geben, denn wir alle anerkennen Tugend und wünschen herzlichst die Sāsana aufrecht zu erhalten. Wir erwähnen Euch das, sodaß Ihr Eure Schüler warnen könnt, sich selbst in einer beherrschten Art zu benehmen, die ansprechend für menschliche Wesen, wie auch Devas, ist. Mönche, die würdig des Respekts sind, werden es Devas aus allen Reichen verursachen, selbst noch tieferen Respekt gegenüber der Sāsana zu fühlen."

Als Erwiderung zu dem was die Devas ihm sagten, ermahnte Ācariya Mun seine Schüler stets, all deren Bedarfsmittel in einem sauberen, ordentlichen Zustand zu halten, wenn sie in abgelegenen Bergregionen, bevorzugt von himmlischen Devas, blieben. Selbst die Fußabstreiftücher sollten sauber gefalten sein, und nicht einfach auf Haufen geschmissen werden. Seine Mönche wurden dazu angehalten sich nur an passenden Plätzen zu erleichtern, und Latrinen wurden nur nach umsichtiger Bedachtnahme der Umgebung gegraben. Manchmal wies Ācariya Mun seine Mönche an, Latrinen nicht unter gewissen Bäumen zu machen, oder in bestimmten Bereichen, weil die Devas, die dort residierten, oder diesen Weg nahmen, wenn sie ihn besuchten, nicht erfreut sein würden.

Mönche die bereits gut bekannt mit der Deva-Welt waren, benötigten solches Aufmerksammachen nicht, denn sie waren sich der korrekten Art des Benehmens vollkommen bewußt. Viele von Ācariya Muns Schüler besitzen diese Fähigkeit. Doch weil deren Fähigkeit in solchen Dingen in der Wildnis entwickelt ist, sind sie abgeneigt darüber offen zu sprechen, fürchtend, daß belehrte Leute sich überall lustig über sie machen würden. Aber innerhalb des Kreises der Kammaṭṭhāna-Mönche, ist es einfach deren Identität, einfach mit dem Hören ihrer Lehrreden über verschiedene Devas, die sie besuchen kommen, und der Natur der Unterhaltung mit diesen nichtkörperlichen Wesen, festzustellen. Zur selben Zeit können wir eine Erkenntnis über den Grad der spirituellen Erlangung jedes Mönches bekommen.

The Hypercritical Nāga   

At one point Ācariya Mun spent some time living in Chiang Dao Cave – not the long cave in the middle of the mountain that has become popular with tourists, but one higher up the mountain. This cave was home to a great nāga[125] who had kept guard over it for a very long time. Apparently this nāga was rather conceited and had a tendency to be overly critical of monks. During his stay in the cave, Ācariya Mun became the object of this nāga's constant criticism. It found fault with nearly everything he did. It appeared incapable of accepting Ācariya Mun's thoughts of loving kindness, probably as a consequence of its long-standing enmity toward monks.

At night when Ācariya Mun wore his sandals to do walking meditation, the nāga complained about the sound of his footsteps: "What kind of a monk are you, stomping around like an unbridled race horse? The sound of your sandals striking the earth shakes the whole mountain. Did you ever think you might be annoying somebody with all that noise?"

It raised these complaints despite Ācariya Mun's composed manner of pacing softly back and forth. Hearing the criticisms, he took care to walk even more softly than before; but still, the nāga wasn't satisfied: "What kind of a monk are you, walking meditation like somebody sneaking around hunting birds?" Occasionally, Ācariya Mun's foot would stumble on a stone in the meditation path, causing a slight thumping sound which elicited another reproach: "What kind of a monk are you, bucking up and down your meditation path like a chorus dancer?"

There were times when Ācariya Mun leveled out the surface of his meditation path to facilitate smooth, easy walking. As he moved stones around and put them neatly into place, the nāga complained: "What kind of a monk are you, always moving things around – you're never satisfied. Don't you realize that all your fussing about gives others a splitting headache?"

Ācariya Mun had to exercise special care with whatever he did at that cave. Even then, this opinionated nāga would find an excuse to criticize him. Should his body move slightly while he slept at night, he could sense psychically upon awakening that the nāga had been criticizing him for tossing, turning, wheezing, snoring, and so on. Focusing his attention on this angry, hypercritical nāga, Ācariya Mun always found its head sticking out, peering at him intently, as though it never took its eyes off him. Vicious-looking and mean-spirited, it refused to accept any merit dedicated to it and was determined to indulge in feelings of anger that burned like a fire inside its heart. Seeing that it compounded its evil kamma all the time, Ācariya Mun felt truly sorry for the nāga. But as long as it showed no interest in reasonable discourse, it was impossible for him to help in any way. All it could think about was fault-finding.

On one occasion, Ācariya Mun explained the general principles underlying a monk's life, specifically mentioning his own purpose and intentions:

"My purpose for being here is not to cause trouble to somebody else, but rather to work as best I can for my own benefit and the benefit of others. So you should not entertain ignoble thoughts, thinking that I'm here to cause you harm or discomfort. I am here consciously trying to do good so that I can share the merit of my actions with all living beings without exception. That includes you as well, so you needn't be upset thinking that I've come just to annoy you.

"Physical activity is a normal feature of people's everyday life. Comings and goings are part of living in this world – only the dead cease to move about. Although as a monk I am always self-composed, I'm not a corpse in repose: I have to inhale and exhale, and the force of my breathing varies from one posture to another. My breathing continues to function while I sleep, as does my whole body; so, naturally, there will be some sounds emitted. The same is true when I awaken and begin walking-meditation, or perform chores. There is some sound, but always within the bounds of moderation. When have you ever seen a monk standing frozen stiff like a corpse, never moving a muscle? Human beings don't behave like that.

"I try hard to walk as carefully and softly as possible, but still you complain that I walk like a race horse. In truth, an animal like a race horse and a virtuous monk mindfully walking meditation could not be more different, one from the other. You should avoid making such comparisons. Otherwise, you become a wretched individual aiming for a berth in hell. It's impossible for me to satisfy all your unreasonable whims. If, like everyone else, you expect to find happiness and prosperity, then consider your own faults for awhile and stop lugging the fires of hell around in your heart all the time. Only then will you find a way out.

"Criticizing other people's faults, even when they really are wrong, merely serves to increase your own irritation and put you in a bad mood. My behavior here is in no way improper for a monk, yet you keep carping about it constantly. If you were a human being, you'd probably be incapable of living in normal society: you'd see the world as one big garbage dump and yourself as pure solid gold. Such feelings of alienation are due to emotional turmoil caused by your hypercritical attitude – which gives you no peace. The wise have always condemned unjustified criticism of others, saying it brings terrible moral consequences. So why do you enjoy doing it with such a vengeance, and such indifference to the painful consequences? I'm not the one who suffers from your criticism – it is your own emotional health that's adversely affected. Such ill effects are quite obvious, so how can you be unaware that your whole attitude is wrong? I'm fully cognizant of everything you are thinking, and at the same time, I have always forgiven you. You concentrate on doing terrible things that consume your mind and ravage your heart as though you can't get enough of doing evil. Were your condition a disease, it would be an untreatable one.

"I have been trying to change your mental attitude, just as I've long been trying to help many other living beings. Human beings, ghosts, devas, brahmas, yakkhas, and even great nāgas far more powerful than yourself, have all accepted the truth of the Lord Buddha's teaching on kamma. None, except you, have angrily criticized the value of Dhamma, which is revered throughout the world systems. And you're so peculiar that you won't accept the truth of anything at all. The only pleasure you take is in making derogatory remarks and angrily censuring people who have done nothing wrong. You devote yourself to these as though they were propitious actions. But the wise have never thought that such actions foster peace and security. When you finally slough off the skin of this ill-fated existence, you won't then encounter a pleasant, pain-free existence, unaffected by the evil consequences of your actions.

"I apologize for speaking so candidly about the principles of Dhamma, but my intentions are good. Nothing malicious is intended in my remarks, regardless of what misconceptions you may have. Since the very beginning of my stay here, I have tried to do everything in a careful, restrained manner, for I know that this is your home and I'm concerned that my presence here may inconvenience you. Although I am well aware that you're an individual who delights in looking for things to criticize, I still can't seem to avoid being seen in a disparaging light. I myself experience genuine contentment, unaffected even by constant criticism. But, I worry that the repercussions of your dogged pursuit of evil will be extremely unpleasant for you. I did not come here in search of wickedness or evil. Being quite sure that everything I do and say emanates from a pure heart, I have no fear that my actions will incur any unpleasant moral consequences.

"As soon as intelligent people begin to understand the difference between secular matters and spiritual ones, they tend to appreciate virtuous conduct, admiring all wholesome, meritorious actions performed for the sake of peace and happiness. From ages past, the wise have always taught living beings to feel good about being virtuous. So why do you adhere to the maverick notion that it's all right to strip yourself of virtue and wallow in evil? You seem to detest virtue so dreadfully much that you can't be bothered to reflect on your own vices. Although I won't be experiencing the dire consequences that await you, still I fear for you in that miserable state. You must stop thinking in ways that are harmful, for the mean intent behind your actions has the power to deprive you of all moral value. Such undesirable consequences, bringing unimaginable torment, are what I fear more than anything else in the world. The whole world dreads old age, sickness, and death, but I don't fear them nearly so much as I fear evil and its attendant consequences.

"People with kilesas tend to eschew spiritual principles, preferring instead the things that religious tenets proscribe. So ordaining as a Buddhist monk to practice the Teaching and the Discipline requires us to undergo an agonizing character transformation. Even though I knew how difficult it would be to oppose the kilesas, I nonetheless felt compelled to join the monkhood and endure the severe hardship. The extreme discomfort caused by constantly opposing the kilesas – that's what makes the practice so difficult. But if we desire to transcend kamma and the defiling kilesas that create it, we must endure such torment – for kilesas always steadfastly resist the teachings of the Lord Buddha.

"I've come here to practice, living in this cave like a worthless social outcast, solely because I fear evil and its consequences. I did not come here to harm or trouble anyone. Nor do I feel contempt for any living being. I respect them all as friends whose lives are also subject to the law of kamma, and who are thus all of equal intrinsic value. I dedicate the merit of my actions equally to all beings with the hope that they may live in contentment wherever they may be. I have never taken the arrogant attitude that I'm a human being ordained as a Buddhist monk and therefore superior to my companions in birth, ageing, sickness, and death.

"You too exist within the sphere of kamma, so you ought to humbly reflect on how your own faults affect you. Criticizing others without proper consideration will never bring you good results – it merely piles up the ill effects of bad kamma, which then linger on indefinitely. You should feel dismayed by your errant behavior and drop this dangerous practice. Only then can you hope to become a good individual with a chance for a better, happier birth in the future. Then your mean, angry heart will soften, and you can avoid being engulfed in misery forever.

"All living beings in the universe – from humans and animals to devas, brahmas, and yakkhas – cherish happiness and loathe suffering. They do not have an aversion for Dhamma simply because they can't yet put it into practice. Dhamma has always been the quintessential nature of the universe. Those beings who are in a position to practice Dhamma find great satisfaction in it – for instance, human beings. Their state of birth makes them well suited to the practice of Dhamma.

"You yourself are a living being who's fully capable of distinguishing between good and bad, and thus choosing what's most beneficial for you. So why do you do just the opposite? I'm puzzled that you seem content to revel in those things which the wise abhor while scorning those which the wise applaud. You know about dukkha and you hate it, yet you strive to produce the very causes that bring you great unhappiness and discomfort. The wise tell us that our efforts to find fault with others produce consequences that cause greater and greater unhappiness – exactly what you shamelessly do all the time. You may not be interested, but although I'm fully aware of your despicable thoughts, I've always forgiven you. I'm not angry or offended, but I do feel sorry for you. Thus, I have decided to tell you the plain truth. Should it prove useful to you, I shall be pleased for your sake. I receive no unpleasant consequences from your thoughts for I'm not the one who engages in them. All I experience are peace, serenity, and loving compassion that have long been my heart's abode."

The nāga didn't make any comment as Ācariya Mun explained these various aspects of Dhamma, but it did experience the rise of some salutary thoughts while listening: This monk talks a lot of sense. But right now I'm unable to do as he says, being still too content with my old ways. Perhaps I'll have more interest in my next existence. This monk has many awesome qualities – he even perceives things that should be unknowable. How can he know my private thoughts? I live in a hidden world, yet somehow he sees me. Over the years, many monks have come to stay in this cave, but none have known about my existence, much less my thoughts. I've even forced some of them to flee because I couldn't stand having them around.[126] But this monk knows everything, including my thoughts. Even while sleeping he remains aware. Later, he can tell me exactly what I was thinking, as if he hadn't been asleep at all. Why am I so opinionated that I can't take what he teaches to heart and put it into practice? Like he said: I must surely have some very grave kamma. Despite knowing the despicable nature of my mind, he still makes an effort to explain how his daily activities are not intended to bother me. My present state of existence is certainly unfortunate. He's right when he says that I'm quite capable of distinguishing between good and bad. Yet I'm hampered by my wretched conceit, meaning that my next life will probably be just as unfortunate as this one – and so on indefinitely.

After a short pause Ācariya Mun asked the nāga if it had managed to understand any of his explanations on Dhamma.

The nāga replied: "I understand everything you so kindly explained to me. But unfortunately, I'm burdened by some very grave kamma and I've yet to grow weary of my wretched condition. I'm still debating this matter with myself and I haven't come to any definite conclusions. My heart tends to gravitate toward a state of degradation, as it always has, so it balks at listening to the Dhamma you are teaching."

Ācariya Mun asked the nāga what it meant by saying that its heart liked to gravitate toward a state of degradation.

The nāga answered: "My heart enjoys finding fault with you all the time, even though you've done nothing wrong – that's just the way my heart is. I don't know how to convince myself of the harmful effects of this tendency so that I can correct it and practice the way of virtue from now on."

Ācariya Mun offered some encouragement:

"Careful consideration will convince you that such bad tendencies are truly harmful. Once you are persuaded, then evil will naturally begin to fade from your heart, ceasing to be so conspicuous in the future. But by assuming that these tendencies are beneficial and then encouraging them, you will naturally tend to think in an endless variety of ways that are detrimental to you. Unless you hurry to improve things now, you'll keep on doing evil until you are completely beyond help. I cannot do this job for you. I can give some guidance, but it's up to you to make the necessary adjustments in your character. The onus is on you to press ahead, trying to accomplish this as best you can. Once you do, you will see the dangerous aspects of your character gradually diminish as beneficial qualities develop, displacing them until all that's left is pure, simple virtue, untainted by any form of evil. By placing your faith in the Dhamma of the Lord Buddha, which has always helped living beings to transcend dukkha, you will always be contented living under its protective influence. Never feeling distraught, never disturbed, you will remain even-tempered in every situation. You won't be moved to praise one thing as good or criticize another as bad, and so suffer the resulting consequences – conduct that's contrary to the way of the wise."

At the conclusion of these remarks, the nāga promised to make an effort to follow Ācariya Mun's advice. In the days that followed, Ācariya Mun kept an eye on it as he continued with his own practice. He noticed some improvement, as the nāga was able to restrict its hypercritical tendencies by exercising some measure of control over them. But he also noticed that this effort caused the nāga much consternation. So finding some excuse to leave the cave, he moved on – which pleased the nāga. His association with it ended there.

From that time on, Ācariya Mun alluded to the story of this nāga as a means of elaborating on various aspects of human nature, for the personal benefit of those listening. The gist of what he said is worth repeating here, hopefully so that the reader can learn some valuable lessons from his teaching.

Ācariya Mun explained that good and evil do not arise on their own but are dependent on habitual ways of behaving that gradually become part of one's character. If our tendency is to do evil, it is very difficult to remedy because everything we do tends to flow in that direction. If it is our tendency to do good, we become more and more skillful and assertive as we progress in that direction. For this reason, clever parents will try to train their children in the way of goodness from a very early age – before it becomes too late. When necessary they will entrust them to the care of someone who is suitably supportive so that their children's upbringing is not simply left to chance.

Children begin to learn about basic common principles from a very tender age. But unlike learning in the classroom, this learning process is not interrupted by time or season. Such basic common principles are more firmly implanted in children's characters than any of their school subjects, for these things exist all around them – at home, in school, and everywhere else. Children are constantly taking lessons from what they see, hear, taste, smell, and touch in the world, remembering well what they have learned. A child's senses are its natural blackboard. The impressions imprinted there are pregnant with moral significance; that is, matters of good and evil. They constantly pick up impressions from their playmates and the adults in their lives, as well as from movies and other entertainment that is normally available to them. Such everyday impressions are a child's true teachers; and children are all too willing to learn new ideas that are constantly conveyed to them. Contact with evil affairs can definitely induce a child to follow evil ways, while good influences can definitely induce a child to go the way of virtue. Children naturally take the things they see and hear as examples to emulate; and, over time, this establishes a pattern of behavior that defines a child's character. Once these patterns have become ingrained, the children will speak and act according to the good or evil orientation thus established.

The fact that some people readily take satisfaction in doing evil and are unwilling to change, while others just as readily take satisfaction in doing good and cherish moral virtue all their lives, indicates the fundamental importance of character development. Those left to their own devices easily abandon the effort to resist their bad tendencies – even before they have seen enough satisfactory results to encourage perseverance. Consequently, basic character development is absolutely essential for all people. This means that nothing should be done carelessly or thoughtlessly, for once such tendencies become habitual they are difficult to correct. The importance of this principle becomes apparent as we strive to develop positive character traits until they become part of our very nature; for instance: being reasonable about how and where we travel; being reasonable about how we spend our money so that everyone in the family benefits; and being reasonable in our eating and sleeping habits so that we do not overindulge in them. All such exemplary behavior patterns should be enthusiastically developed until they become instinctive. The inner resistance we meet in the early stages of training will naturally give way to a smooth, easy character transformation. This transformation itself is sufficient proof that character training is well within our capabilities. But we must be willing to persevere in the beginning.

Training is required to make any kind of work successful. Just as we must undergo training in order to succeed in our professions, so the heart and mind must be trained in order to obtain optimum results. Only after death are we beyond the need for training. Wishing to gain proficiency in something, we must work at it, practicing until we are well-skilled in it. Character training develops a skill which is synonymous with virtue. Take this message to heart, consider it well, and put it into practice – your efforts will surely be rewarded with a wealth of personal virtue. Such was the gist of Ācariya Mun's teaching on character training. I have included it here to help those who are developing Dhamma in this way.

The Death of An Arahant   

While Ācariya Mun lived in Chiang Dao Cave, numerous nimittas appeared in his meditation, some of them quite extraordinary. Here I shall mention only a few. In the late hours of almost every night he received a wide range of deva visitors from the upper and lower celestial realms who arrived in groups of varying sizes at appointed times. Arahants also came regularly to hold inspirational conversations on Dhamma with Ācariya Mun. Each Arahant showed him the manner in which his passing away into total Nibbāna had occurred.[127] Some were Arahants who had passed away in the Chiang Dao Cave, while others had attained total Nibbāna elsewhere. Such demonstrations were accompanied by an inspiring explanation of the sequence of events that had taken place.

Hearing Ācariya Mun talk about those Arahants, I felt dismayed and somewhat discouraged by my own unfortunate circumstances. There I was a human being with eyes, ears, and mental faculties just like Ācariya Mun; yet, I couldn't accomplish the things that he did. On the one hand, I was elated to hear his stories; on the other, I felt disheartened. I found myself laughing and crying at the same time, but I kept my tears to myself for fear that my fellow monks would think I was mad. In fact, at that time, deep inside, I really was a bit mad.

The inspirational conversations that Ācariya Mun had with the Arahants were so captivating that it's hard to find anything else in the world that compares with them. I shall try to faithfully recreate the essence of those conversations here, though I fear I may not do them proper justice. Here is the gist of what the Arahants said to Ācariya Mun.

"All Arahants possess superb qualities within their hearts that are most amazing – intrinsic virtues unsurpassed in the human and deva worlds. Each Arahant who appears in the world following the Lord Buddha does so only with the greatest of difficulty. Each is like a gold mine cropping up spontaneously in the middle of an emperor's imperial city – a very rare occurrence indeed. An Arahant's lifestyle contrasts sharply with worldly lifestyles because an Arahant's life is invigorated by Dhamma. Although his body is composed of the same physical elements as those of everyone else, the heart maintaining that body is pure, and such purity of heart invigorates every aspect of the physical element.

hYou yourself have now completed the task of filtering from your heart all possible causes of existence, thus becoming one of the Arahants. Being one whose heart will never again give rise to birth and existence, you have become another incomparable source of merit for the world to venerate. So we've come to visit you now to show our appreciation for your achievement, which because of its enormous difficulty, is seldom accomplished. Although many people desire to attain what you have, very few succeed when they are faced with the difficulties. People born into this world instinctively cling to their parents and relatives for support. Hardly any of them realize the importance of relying on their own hearts as their mainstay. The vast majority of people just drift aimlessly, accomplishing nothing of real value – their numbers are beyond reckoning. So the appearance in the world of a fully-enlightened Arahant is a remarkable event that benefits living beings throughout all the world systems. Your attainment of purity has made you an enormous boon for humans, devas, and brahmas alike. You are also well-versed in the universal language of the heart, which is far more important than any other form of communication. All the Buddhas, and certain categories of Arahants, use the language of the heart when giving assistance to living beings, for it is the universal language of sentient beings throughout the universe. Contacting and teaching nonphysical beings is achieved exclusively by means of this universal form of communication. Those communicating in the language of the heart can understand each other much more quickly and easily than would normally be the case."

After concluding his inspirational conversation with Ācariya Mun, each Arahant would then demonstrate the manner in which he had passed away into total Nibbāna. Nearly every Arahant who came allowed him to observe the posture in which this was achieved. Some Arahants demonstrated how they had died and passed into total Nibbāna while sitting cross-legged in samādhi. Some demonstrated how they were reclining on their right side in the 'lion's posture'[128] at that time. Others showed him how they were standing still in the middle of the meditation path; still others revealed how they were pacing back and forth in meditation at the time of their total Nibbāna. The sitting and reclining postures were the most common – relatively few Arahants passed into Nibbāna while walking or standing.

Their deaths were demonstrated in a precise manner, showing every detail right up to the final moment. As a seated Arahant passed away, he slumped over gently like soft cotton, while his body ceased to function and became perfectly still. It was more difficult to discern the exact moment when an Arahant reclining in the 'lion's posture' passed away. His breathing was the only visible sign of life and that became ever more refined as he lay quietly, as if asleep, without the slightest movement in any part of his body, until his breathing gradually ceased altogether. Those Arahants who demonstrated death in a standing posture stood erect, assuming a reflective pose with the right hand placed on the left hand, head slightly bowed and eyes firmly closed. They appeared to reflect momentarily before slowly slumping into a heap on the ground – first in a sitting position, then slumping gradually further, until, softly, like cotton wool, they lay on the ground. Arahants, who died while walking in meditation, paced back and forth about six or seven times before gently slumping to the ground where they lay perfectly still.

When giving these demonstrations, the Arahants came to within six feet of Ācariya Mun so he could clearly view every aspect of their passing away, which created a lasting impression in his heart. Listening to him recount those episodes, I felt the urge to shed tears. I had to turn my face to the wall as this strange feeling overcame me. Otherwise, I might have created a stir, which could have become an embarrassing epilogue to this story. The total Nibbāna of those Arahants was accomplished with a serene gracefulness that stands in marked contrast to the distress typically suffered by most people at the time of death. I was so moved by hearing how each Arahant passed away that I simply couldn't hold back my tears. Those amazing individuals were taking final leave of the world of conventional reality with all its chaos and confusion – which is an amazing thing to contemplate. I am sure that anyone else who listened would have been deeply affected in the same way.

Three Arahants attained total Nibbāna at the cave in Chiang Dao – two while reclining in the 'lion's posture' and one while walking meditation. Prior to giving Ācariya Mun a visual demonstration of how his death had occurred, each Arahant gave him a detailed explanation of why he had chosen to pass away in that posture. Very few died while standing or walking. Many more did so while sitting, but the majority passed away while reclining. On the basis of what he had seen, Ācariya Mun came to the conclusion that over the centuries many Arahants had passed away in Thailand. As far as I can remember, they included the three Arahants at the cave in Chiang Dao, one in the Wong Phra Chan mountains, one at Tago Cave in Lopburi province, one at Khow Yai in Nakhon Nayok province, and one at Wat Dhatuluang monastery of Ko Kha district in Lampang province. There were others as well, but unfortunately I can no longer recall them.

"Nibbāna" is a term used exclusively with reference to Buddhas, Paccekabuddhas, and Arahants, all of whom have expunged from their hearts every trace of the kilesas leading to future birth. It is not a term associated with living beings who still have kilesas, for those beings continue to accumulate the seeds of future births in their hearts constantly, thus making the designation "Nibbāna" entirely inappropriate for them. Having died here, they are reborn there; dying there, they're reborn somewhere else. Negligent human beings who've made no effort to develop virtuous qualities in this life so as to enhance their future lives, may well be reborn as animals after they die. The opportunities for birth as an animal are more numerous than those for birth in the much higher human, deva, and brahma realms. So those who prefer making bad kamma may be on one of the many paths to rebirth in the animal kingdom, which is far more diverse and extensive than the higher realms. But animals, humans, and devas all have one thing in common: the burden of emotional attachments that causes them to be reborn over and over again – indefinitely. Consequently, the term Nibbāna does not apply to them.

The only ones who deserve the designation "Nibbāna" are those individuals who have completely eradicated the kilesas from their hearts – extinguishing them forever, even while they are physically alive. At the moment of passing away, they have no lingering attachments that could bind them to the round of saṁsāra – not even to the body that's starting to decompose. Absolutely no attachment or concern for anything anywhere exist in their hearts. Thus they bid final farewell to the world with no trepidation, having no expectations of experiencing karmic consequences in another realm of existence – a source of endless frustration. The heart that has attained absolute freedom is constant, unchanging, and wholly contented. It harbors no expectations at all concerning conventional realities such as the body. Therefore, not even an atom of the conventional world could enter and affect the heart's state of total purity. The word "Nibbāna" refers to the total purity of one who is never agitated or melancholy – neither sorrowful in life nor regretful at death – but always imperturbably unchanging throughout.

Nibbāna is a special term used with reference to a special type of individual. No one who has yet to purify his heart would dare assume this title. Nibbāna is not a kind of personal property, like an orchard or a farm, which can be taken over by powerful interests even without the owner's consent. Whoever wants to take possession of Nibbāna must make the effort to develop it within the heart – there is no hope for those who merely lie around waiting for it to appear.

Ācariya Mun, the subject of this biography, received inspirational Dhamma from many Arahants. He has received national acclaim and respect from faithful Buddhists everywhere. He achieved this renown by faithfully practicing the Dhamma until he realized the Truth in his own heart, where nothing false existed. He was able to understand that things like organic life are inherently false; and as such, he let go of them so they no longer burdened his heart. The true Ācariya Mun, no longer subject to change, was the Truth of the Dhamma he realized. That Dhamma remains true – forever. Unlike all other things which are inherently unstable and so of limited duration, the passage of time has no effect whatsoever on it.

The Spiritual Warrior   

Ācariya Mun became seriously ill on many occasions while living deep in the wilderness areas of Chiang Mai – sometimes he came very close to death. Had he been like most people, totally dependent on doctors and their medicines, he would probably have succumbed long before. But Ācariya Mun was able to survive by using the curative powers of Dhamma to treat himself. He said that as soon as the symptoms of illness began to appear the 'therapeutic qualities of Dhamma' immediately arose in response and began to effect a cure. Such was his temperament that normally he showed little interest in conventional medicines. Even in old age when his vitality was steadily declining, he continued to prefer the 'therapeutic qualities of Dhamma' to maintain well-being in his body elements.

Ācariya Mun once stayed with several other monks in a mountainous area full of malaria. One of the monks happened to contract the disease, but not a single medicine was available to treat it. When the fever was at its worst, it raged continuously all day. Ācariya Mun visited the monk every morning and evening to instruct him in the use of investigative techniques for reducing fever – meditation methods he himself always used with good results. But since their levels of spiritual attainment were so different, this monk was incapable of investigating in the same way as Ācariya Mun could. Each time his fever intensified, he had to simply wait for it to abate on its own. He had developed no effective methods for bringing it down himself. Eventually becoming rather exasperated, Ācariya Mun scolded him:

"It seems you're a Mahā[129] in name only, since the knowledge you have learned is obviously of no help when you really need it. What's the point of studying to be a Mahā if you're just going to waste a lot of paper and then come away empty-handed? The knowledge gained from studying should benefit you in some way, so I cannot figure out what you've been learning that's so completely useless. Here you are virtually dying of fever, but your learning can't help alleviate your condition even a little bit. What's the purpose of all that learning anyway? It doesn't make sense to me. I can't figure it out. I haven't learned any grade of Pāli studies – not one. I have learned only the five kammaṭṭhāna[130] that my preceptor gave me at my ordination, which I still have with me today. They are all I need to take care of myself. They don't make me weak like you – you're as weak as you are educated. In fact, you are weaker than a woman with no education at all! You're a man and a Mahā, so why all this weakness? When you get sick, you exhibit no manly characteristics, nor any indication of the Dhamma you learned. You should take all your masculine equipment and exchange it for a woman's, thus completing your metamorphosis. Maybe then the fever will abate a bit. Seeing that you're a woman, the fever may be reluctant to torture you so much.

"Instead of seeing some reassuring signs of defiance and courage when I visit you, all I see is a weak display of self-pity. Why don't you investigate those kammaṭṭhāna in the Pāli studies you've learned? What does dukkhaṁ ariyasaccaṁ mean to you? Does it mean weakness? When having a fever, just cry and long for your parents, is that what it means? If you cannot bear even the painful feelings arising from a fever, in a truly life-threatening crisis you'll be overwhelmed and unable to cope. Even now you can't manage, so how can you ever hope to understand the true nature of the Noble Truth of Dukkha? Anyone wanting to transcend the mundane world must realize unequivocally the truth inherent in each of the Noble Truths. But as soon as the Truth of Dukkha awakens and begins to become a little active, you lie down and admit defeat. What do you expect to gain from that?"

Having given this fiery piece of advice to probe the monk's character, Ācariya Mun paused quietly for a moment. He then noticed that the monk was sobbing, tears streaming down his face. So Ācariya Mun quickly found an excuse to leave and return to his hut, telling the monk not to worry – he would soon get better. He assured him that he had only pretended to give him a hard time.

Reconsidering the matter that night, Ācariya Mun decided to try a different type of medicine, since the remedy he had just prescribed was probably too harsh for the patient – he just was not strong enough to take it. From the next morning onward, he changed his approach completely, never again displaying any fierceness with that monk. From then on he assumed a sympathetic, comforting attitude, pampering the monk in a way that was very uncharacteristic of him. His speech was sweet and gentle, like large quantities of molasses being poured out every morning and evening, until the whole area seemed sweet and fragrant, suiting that monk's outbreak of weakness perfectly. He watched over his patient's progress, giving him these sugarcoated pills every morning and evening until it was clear that both the patient and his fellow monks were contented. The patient continued to improve with each passing day until finally he made a complete recovery, a process that lasted many months. Obviously this particular medicine was effective beyond all expectations.

Such are the therapies of a clever doctor who always has the intelligence to adjust his treatments according to the circumstances and then administer them appropriately. Consequently, he is an excellent example for the rest of us who are searching for wisdom, which is why I have included the preceding incident. Those who are interested should be able to gain some benefit from reading it, for it concerns the skillful means of a clever man whose wisdom was so sharp that he was never stymied by any turn of events.

Rather than remaining passive in a critical situation, Ācariya Mun instinctively preferred to analyze the crisis with mindfulness and wisdom. When he was sick, or when his investigations uncovered some particularly insidious kilesas that he found to be especially obstructive – these constituted critical situations. Instead of feeling resigned, his citta responded by circling the problem day and night until he found an ingenious method to deal with the crisis, allowing him to overcome it gradually and move on unhindered. From the beginning stages of his practice to the very end, he invariably experienced good results from this approach.

When the monks living with him became ill, he usually advised them to develop meditative techniques for relieving the symptoms so they would not become overly dependent on medications. At the same time, he wanted them to develop those techniques into methods for investigating Dhamma. Ācariya Mun believed that physical and mental pain are direct manifestations of the Truth of Dukkha; and as such, they should be investigated until that Truth is understood. He did not expect his monks to simply succumb to pain as though they had never before received training in Dhamma.

Ācariya Mun acquired many techniques from the illnesses he suffered. He never let the pain of his illness subdue him without probing into the nature of that pain as best he could. At such times, he believed it imperative to investigate pain to the very limit of one's ability in order to determine whether or not mindfulness and wisdom can cope with the task at hand. When found to be deficient, they could be modified and improved until their performance is deemed satisfactory. When the highly trained forces of mindfulness and wisdom enter into combat with feelings of severe pain, the heart will not be apprehensive as it confronts the Truth of Dukkha – which is a genuine Truth. Mindfulness and wisdom are then fully up to the task. They remain unshakable while being buffeted on all sides by an onslaught of pain coming from every conceivable direction. In the midst of this intense pain, they are able to narrow down the scope of their investigation until it focuses sharply on the very principles of Truth. Such mental training employs the factors of mindfulness, wisdom, faith, and effort, instilling them with greater strength and courage. For precisely this reason, Ācariya Mun liked to emphasize the investigation of painful feelings to his disciples. When the moment of truth arrives and the body is about to break up, one should experience no fear of the agonizing pain that emerges at that moment. Investigating as prescribed, the meditator clearly perceives the true nature of both body and feelings, meaning that he lives in comfort and dies triumphant. Such is the path of the warrior who emerges truly victorious to become a superior individual. He conquers himself, becomes superior within himself – and is fully contented.

Ācariya Mun was an exemplary teacher in every aspect of his practice. His persistence, fortitude, courage, frugality, and all-round ingenuity were outstanding qualities that put him in a class of his own in the present day and age. It would be very difficult for any of his disciples to surpass him. He possessed celestial hearing and celestial sight, as well as paracittavijjā: the ability to communicate psychically with beings as diverse as animals, humans, ghosts, devas, brahmas, yamas, and nāgas.[131] He could see not only animals and humans with their gross physical bodies, but also the subtle nonphysical forms of ghosts and devas. He knew the intimate joys and sorrows of human beings and could read their innermost thoughts.

Monks who lacked mindfulness to supervise their thoughts, letting their minds wander constantly, often became aware of those thoughts only when they heard Ācariya Mun give voice to them. Some of the more pathetic ones were so bemused that they did not realize Ācariya Mun was referring to them. It wasn't necessary to be in his presence – just living together with him in the same monastic community was sufficient reason for caution. Any monk mindlessly giving rein to wild thoughts was sure to hear something unusual from Ācariya Mun when eventually they met. But especially at risk were those who dared to let their minds wander in his presence. It didn't matter what he was doing at the time – he might be instructing the monks, or having a conversation, or whatever. He would give the culprit a tongue-lashing or use some unusual ploy to get his attention. Only when he felt disinclined to respond did he allow such thoughts to pass unchallenged.

According to the accounts of many senior disciples who lived with him in Chiang Mai, Ācariya Mun's mastery of such faculties as celestial hearing, celestial seeing, and thought reading, was so amazing it could be frightening. His ability to read thoughts was so lightning quick that those entertaining unwholesome thoughts almost invariably heard about it. Consequently, monks who lived with him needed to guard their sense faculties very carefully. If not, they certainly got caught for they could not elude his penetrating genius and find a safe way to hide.

Once, due to his fear of Ācariya Mun, a monk thought about the ferocity of Ācariya Mun's admonitions. When the monk next saw him, Ācariya Mun immediately addressed the question.

"Almost everything we use – from our food to our requisites to the robes we wear – must pass through various stages of preparation before being turned into useful items. Rice must be planted, harvested, and cooked; wood must be cut, sawed, and planed; and cloth must be woven and sewn into robes. Isn't that right? These things don't become finished products ready for use or consumption unless a lot of work is done on them. Food and shelter are the product of man's labor. They do not simply materialize from nowhere. Only corpses are totally inactive, lying lifeless and having no need to provide for their own livelihood. With no reason to adjust their behavior, they have no need for a teacher to scold them and give instructions. But you are alive and still seeking a teacher's guidance. Yet you're unreasonably afraid of your teacher, citing his fierce admonitions as a rationale. Then again, if your teacher simply kept his mouth shut, you would probably accuse him of failing to teach you and thus be even more upset. In the final analysis, nothing quite suits you. Your thoughts jump around like a monkey jumping up and down in the trees. If it keeps jumping about long enough, it will jump on a rotten branch and end up in a heap on the ground. Which do you want to be? Do you want to be a monkey jumping on a rotten branch, or a monk with a teacher to guide you?"

Sometimes, he confronted the culprit directly, motivating him to become more mindfully aware of his own thoughts. At other times, he simply made some oblique, sarcastic reference to a monk's thoughts. The objective in either case was to warn a student that his thoughts had not passed into oblivion, but could return again to haunt him. He was made aware of his mistake so that in the future he could exercise more restraint in his thinking.

Sometimes, in order to inspire his disciples in their practice, Ācariya Mun gave a fiery discourse in which he offered himself as living proof of what could be achieved through perseverance and courage in the face of death.

"If you allow the fear of death to stop you from practicing meditation with uncompromising diligence, you will be obliged to come back and die time and time again in future births. Those who can overcome their fear of death will be able to reduce the number of future births until eventually they transcend birth and death altogether. Never again will they return to bear the burden of dukkha. While persevering unflinchingly in the face of excruciating pain, I myself passed out three times – yet I did not die. I managed to survive and become your teacher. None of you have ever persisted in your efforts to the point where you passed out, unconscious. So, what makes you so afraid of dying? If you don't actually experience what it's like to die, it is unlikely you'll ever see the wonders of Dhamma. Whether you believe it or not, this is the method I used to realize Dhamma. So there is no way I can teach you to merely take it easy: Eat a lot, sleep a lot, and be lazy – then the kilesas will take fright. I cannot teach that because that's not the way to instill fear in the kilesas. Such an attitude will only amuse the kilesas: 'We thought these monks had come to be diligent, so why are they lying around like breathing corpses? These breathing dead are hardly worthy of admiration'."

After Ācariya Mun finished speaking, a certain monk in the audience thought to himself that persevering to the point of passing out was excessive: If I have to reach the point where I pass out, unconscious, I don't want to go to Nibbāna yet. I'll just put up with the pain and suffering of this world like everyone else. I've got lots of company. If going to Nibbāna means pushing oneself to the extent of passing out, then whoever wants to go is welcome to do so, but I'm not going – that's for sure. Life in the world is surely painful, but not nearly as painful as being rendered unconscious. Besides, if we have to pass out before we can attain Nibbāna that means there's not much difference between Nibbāna and a drug-induced coma. Who wants that? I certainly don't. I have no desire to pass out. Just seeing someone else faint scares me to death, let alone having it happen to me.

Before long Ācariya Mun began speaking again, this time in heated tones that penetrated forcibly into the monk's reverie.

"You don't believe me, huh? Do you think I'm lying to you just for fun, or what? If you do not trust me, please leave! Why stay here being a burden on this monastery? I did not invite you to come here – you came on your own, so you should leave on your own. Don't wait to be thrown out! It's useless for you to stay here anyway – the Buddha's teaching wasn't proclaimed for idiots like you! Your way of thinking is entirely inappropriate for a monk wearing the yellow robes. A Buddhist monk is one who puts his faith in Dhamma. But since your ideas contradict the Lord Buddha's path to liberation, it is obvious that you don't trust me or the Dhamma. You are welcome to go anywhere to eat and sleep in comfort without having to trouble yourself with meditation practice. If you come to realize the Truth of Dhamma using this method, please come back and have mercy on this stupid old monk. I shall raise my clasped hands to the heavens to honor your gracious majesty's benediction!

"I teach the truth when I say that anyone expecting to transcend dukkha must be fearless when facing death. But you don't believe it's true. You figure it is better to die and be reborn in this world so you can continue carrying your burden of misery wherever you go. If you want to go on like this, that's your business. But, don't come here and contradict the teaching of the Lord Buddha. If you do, you will be a thorn in the Buddha's side and an obstacle blocking the path of those truly wishing to follow him. Opinions like yours are not only wrong, but, should you decide to give voice to them, you will become an enemy of Buddhism and religious people everywhere. I assumed that you came here to develop yourself spiritually and so uphold the sāsana. I never imagined you were going to ruin yourself and then destroy the sāsana and devoted followers of the Lord Buddha as well. But now I realize that you have come like an executioner to destroy everything. You'd better change your attitude right away. Otherwise, you will certainly ruin yourself and take a lot of other people with you – and that would be a terrible shame.

"The Lord Buddha is said to have passed unconscious three times as he strived to attain enlightenment. Don't you believe it is true? If you don't, perhaps you suppose the Buddha was lying to us. A person like you, who ordains as a dhutanga monk but still refuses to trust the Buddha and his Dhamma, is someone devoid of intrinsic human value. Your opinions make you no different than a breathing corpse – a living, stinking corpse that somehow manages to keep breathing from one day to the next. What do you say? Which path are you going to choose for your own safe passage? I have no better path to offer you than the one I have already specified. It is the path that the Lord Buddha and all the Arahants have taken. There is no easier, more esoteric path. I have followed this path from the time of my ordination up to the present, and it is the source of the Dhamma that I teach to all my disciples."

This was one of the most impassioned declamations ever given by Ācariya Mun – right to the point and full of fireworks. What I have recreated here is merely a sample, not the full substance of what he said by any means. Those listening were so shaken and intimidated they nearly sank through the floor. Never in their lives had they heard anything like it. By going straight to the point, these fiery expositions caused his audience to see the truth of his words, and thus submit to it, even as they felt frightened to death of him.

Realizing the truth of what he heard, the monk, whose thoughts provoked this barrage, gradually acquiesced until he accepted it totally and without reservations. As that happened, the intensity in Ācariya Mun's voice gradually subsided until he sounded quite conciliatory. When he was convinced that the monk had accepted the truth, he finished speaking and adjourned the meeting.

As it disbanded, there was a stir of excitement. The monks asked one another who had dared entertain thoughts so perverse to have elicited such a fierce response from Ācariya Mun that his voice raged furiously, like thunder and lightning. There must have been some provocation; otherwise, he would never have given a blazing admonition like that. Those thoughts must have affected him so acutely that he couldn't resist unleashing the full force of his reason. Eventually, the monk in question owned up to the thoughts that I have mentioned before.

Normally dhutanga monks did not conceal their thoughts and opinions from one another. If their thoughts became the subject of Ācariya Mun's rebuke, they invariably admitted their lapses in judgment when they were questioned later. Although the monks usually found it amusing when a fellow-monk was roasted by Ācariya Mun, they also became conscious of their own shortcomings. Such shortcomings could be easily exposed on almsround, or on some other errand outside the monastery, where a monk encountered an emotionally stimulating object that stuck in his mind and became a preoccupation. Such indiscretion was likely to elicit the kind of fierce response that frightened everyone within earshot and prompted nervous glances all around. Terrified of Ācariya Mun, ashamed in front of his friends, the culprit was usually shaking as he sat, rooted to his seat, with his head bowed and not daring to look up. When the meeting was over, the monks would ask around and find out that, as always, there was indeed one in their group whose thoughts caused Ācariya Mun's rebuke. It was rather a pity, for those monks had no intention of offending Ācariya Mun. Like people everywhere with kilesas, they were emotionally susceptible to things in their environment. Their mindfulness was simply too slow in catching up with the lightning quickness of their minds – thus, Ācariya Mun's frequent scoldings.

Ācariya Mun was extremely quick at reading other people's thoughts. Monks who lived with him had no doubts whatsoever about this. He was able to read our errant thoughts and then caution us about them with unerring accuracy. Only on occasions, when he could not be bothered to say anything, did he remain quiet. Though his rebukes were frequent, he did relax occasionally to let us catch our breath. Otherwise, we'd probably have suffocated to death. Because of my incurable restlessness, I myself was chastised more often than most. But those of us who endured and lived patiently with him over a long period of time were usually energized in our meditation practice. We developed a firm anchor in our hearts as a result of his exhortations which constantly forged, tempered, and beat our practice into shape. Constant vigilance, and the restraint it fostered, made it possible to cultivate the mindfulness and wisdom necessary to resist incidental temptations. In the context of the art of magic, it can be compared to learning the necessary skills and then testing them out against the teacher until one is impervious to attack. Calm and secure in the knowledge that their harmful potential has been neutralized, one can withstand guns and swords, unperturbed.[132] In the context of Dhamma practice, it means one can stand firm in the face of evocative emotions and temptations that normally arouse desire, without fear of being influenced or seduced. In other words, remaining unperturbed in all situations.

The trouble is, most people react to talk about Nibbāna by feeling oddly dejected and dismayed. It doesn't put them in a good mood as does talk about worldly matters. Having no personal experience of Nibbāna, they probably think that it's not as enjoyable as the humdrum things they are accustomed to. Not only has the present generation lost interest in Nibbāna – even our parents and grandparents were not much interested, nor did they encourage others to take an interest. At most, they may have encouraged their family to go to the local monastery from time to time to take the precepts and hear Dhamma. Perhaps they sometimes encouraged their families to do meditation practice to calm them down a bit and keep their behavior within acceptable limits. Of course, one way or another they did manage to advise their family and friends to do just about everything else, until fed up with hearing their advice, most people no longer bothered to take it.

Undoubtedly, most people have already decided that Nibbāna must be a very silent place, there being no music or entertainment and no one to indulge them in their favorite pastimes. They probably see it as a place devoid of anything stimulating or exciting; and therefore, they don't want to go there. They fear dropping into a still, silent hell without a soul in sight: there would be no family, no friends, and no sounds, ever, of birds and cars, or laughter and crying. It appears to be a rather bleak, undesirable place in every way. So people who still harbor ambitions do not want to go to Nibbāna. And even if they did, they would be unable to go, for their ambitions would hold them back and make them hesitate.

People who can truly attain Nibbāna are those who have absolutely no worldly ambitions or involvements. Being neither passionate nor impassive, neither relaxed nor tense, but remaining perfectly balanced, they are naturally centered in the Middle Way. Having no desires, no expectations, and no longings, they take no enjoyment from worldly pleasures, which merely agitate the heart and cause frustration. Always imperturbable, they experience only an exquisite, serene happiness that contrasts sharply with the happiness of those whose hearts are corrupted by worldly concerns. Such mundane happiness, being ambiguous and fluctuating, is always fleeting, and unreliable. It resembles murky, muddy water. It's like food that's spicy, sour, bland, and salty all at once: besides causing indigestion and uncomfortable drowsiness, it is not very appetizing. So people should carefully examine the things they encounter every day and test them to discover which ones are advantageous and which are not. Then they can filter out the unwholesome elements and prevent them from piling up in their hearts until their numbers overwhelm and there is no room to store them all. Otherwise, wherever they look, they will see only this accumulation of misery that they've collected.

When it comes to self-discipline, the wise are much more clever than we are. Everything they do, say, or think is directed precisely toward achieving their intended objective. They are not at odds with the Truth, nor arrogant and conceited about their achievements. When cautioned, they quickly take the warning to heart as a useful lesson, which is quite different from the way the rest of us react. By following the example of the wise, we will become reasonable, moderate people who refuse to follow those desires that have ruled over our hearts for so long. Our efforts to overcome those desires will thus transform our hearts in a way that definitely results in a degree of contentment that's clearly evident to us. Even without millions in the bank, our own exemplary conduct, plus what little wealth we do possess, will be sufficient to keep us happy.

Clever people manage their lives in a way that is conducive to peace and security. They don't feel the need to rush around trying to make vast sums of money in order to maintain a sense of happiness in their lives. Wealth may bring a measure of happiness, but those who enjoy a moderate amount of wealth, righteously acquired, will inevitably be far more contented than those who acquire their wealth by unscrupulous means. Though its actual ownership is not disputed, dubious wealth doesn't really belong to its owner in any genuine sense. For under the laws of true justice, kamma condemns such gains, bestowing fruits of misery as just rewards for the future. Wise people view this prospect with great trepidation; but we, of lesser intelligence, still prefer to scramble headlong after our desires, selfishly indulging in pleasures that come along without ever getting enough to satisfy our appetites. No matter how hard we try, we never seem to experience the kind of contentment that we long for.

DURING HIS YEARS in Chiang Mai, Ācariya Mun received numerous letters from Chao Khun Dhammachedi of Wat Bodhisomphon monastery in Udon Thani province. In his letters, Chao Khun Dhammachedi, who had been a disciple of Ācariya Mun since his youth, always invited him to return to Udon Thani. Ācariya Mun never replied to those letters, nor did he accept the invitation. Then in the year 1940, Chao Khun Dhammachedi traveled from Udon Thani all the way to the isolated region where Ācariya Mun lived to invite him personally, and thus gave him a chance to answer all the correspondence he had received. He told Chao Khun Dhammachedi that he had read all his letters, but he reckoned they were small and insignificant compared to the 'big letter' that had just arrived; so, now he was ready to reply. That said, both monks laughed heartily.

At the first opportunity, Chao Khun Dhammachedi personally invited Ācariya Mun to return to the province of Udon Thani where he once lived so many years before. Chao Khun Dhammachedi informed him that his disciples in Udon Thani, missing him very much, had asked him to invite Ācariya Mun on their behalf. This time he could not object – he had to accept. Chao Khun Dhammachedi suggested they work out a timetable for picking up Ācariya Mun and escorting him back to Udon Thani. They decided on the beginning of May 1940.

As his departure from the mountain retreat became imminent, large groups of terrestrial devas pleaded with him to stay. Being very reluctant to see him leave, they told him that devas from all realms experienced peace and contentment while he lived there, due to the power of loving kindness which emanated from him and issued in all directions – day and night. Feeling very happy in his presence, they all greatly revered him. They were unwilling to have him leave for they knew that their sense of contentment from his presence would soon fade. Even their social cohesion could be affected as a result.

Ācariya Mun told them that, having given his word, he must leave. He must honor his promise – he couldn't possibly renege on it. Unlike most people, a monk's word is a solemn covenant. A monk is a man of virtue so he must remain true to his word. If he goes back on a promise, his virtue immediately disappears and his worth as a monk is then devalued. So a monk must preserve his moral integrity.

When May arrived Ācariya Mun and the monks accompanying him to Udon Thani left their mountain retreat and began the long trek to the city of Chiang Mai where they stayed at Wat Chedi Luang monastery. Ācariya Oon of Wat Tipayaratananimit monastery arrived with some lay supporters at about the same time to receive Ācariya Mun and to escort him to Udon Thani. Ācariya Mun remained at Wat Chedi Luang monastery for about one week. During that time, a large group of his local devotees came to persuade him to extend his stay in Chiang Mai for the benefit of everyone there. But having accepted the invitation to Udon Thani, he could not delay his departure.

Before he left, Chao Khun Rājakawi asked him to give a special talk on the occasion of Visākha Pūjā[133] to serve as a remembrance for his many devotees. At that time, I had just myself arrived in Chiang Mai and so listened to this discourse with great interest. He spoke for exactly three hours that day; and what he said was so impressive that I have never forgotten it. Here is the essence of what he said:

"Today is Visākha Pūjā. It celebrates the day the Lord Buddha was born, the day he attained enlightenment, and the day he passed away into Parinibbāna. The birth of a Buddha stands in marked contrast to the births of all other beings. In being born, the Buddha did not succumb to worldly illusions about birth, life, or death. More than that, through the power of his all-encompassing wisdom, he was able to realize the true nature of birth, life, and death – attaining what we call 'enlightenment'. At the appropriate time he bid farewell to his khandhas, which were the tools he relied on to develop virtue to perfection; and then passed away – sugato, as befits a world teacher who is absolutely beyond reproach. Before departing his physical body, which had reached the end of its natural life, he bequeathed the Dhamma to the world, intending that it represent him and fulfill the role of teacher in his stead. Such a gift is worthy of our complete faith, and worthy of any sacrifice.

"As you know, we are born as human beings because we possess sufficient inherent goodness to make it possible. But we shouldn't take ourselves and our inherent goodness for granted by neglecting to develop virtuous qualities in this life to enhance our future lives. Otherwise, the human status we enjoy may disappear to be irrevocably eclipsed by a low, undesirable birth. Be it high status or low status – with happiness of every possible degree up to the Ultimate Happiness, or pain and suffering of every possible degree down to the most excruciating – we ourselves are responsible for our own life circumstances. Don't think that only those presently affected by adverse circumstances experience such things. As potential life situations, they are shared in common by everyone, becoming our own personal heritage if and when we create the conditions for them. For this reason, the Buddha taught that we should never look down on other people, holding them in contempt. Seeing someone living in misery or abject poverty, we should reflect on the possibility that one day we could also find ourselves in such a position, or one even worse. At the moment of reckoning, none of us has the power to avoid the consequences of our actions. All of us share the same capacity to make good and bad kamma, so it's possible that some day we will be in their position and they will be in ours. The sāsana is a doctrine that we can use to examine ourselves and others, enabling us to correctly choose the best possible way forward. In this respect it has no equal.

"Throughout my many years as a monk I have remained firmly committed to the practice of examining myself, striving always to discriminate between the good and the bad things arising within me from moment to moment. I now clearly realize that the heart is the principal instigator in the creation of kamma. In other words, our hearts are the source of all kammakamma that belongs solely to the one who makes it. There should be no doubt about this. Those doubting the existence of kamma – and so, disbelieving of its effects – blindly take their own situation for granted until they're beyond redemption. Although they've been born and raised by their parents, such people fail to see the value of the mother and father who gave them life and sustenance. They look no further than their own selfish existence, unaware of how awful it really is, for they care little that they were born and raised by parents who supported their growth and development in every way. A child's body is nourished by the food and drink its parents provide, allowing it to grow up strong and healthy. If such actions are not kamma, what then should they be called? And if the nourishment the body receives in this way is not the fruit of kamma, then what else, in truth, could it be?

"Obviously there is a root cause for all the goodness and evil, all the happiness and suffering experienced by people everywhere in the world. When someone's reckless thinking leads him to commit suicide – there's a reason behind it. The root cause, kamma, manifesting itself within the heart, can have such an impact on a person that he actually takes his own life without realizing that the kamma he has already created is playing a role. What is that but total blindness?

"Kamma exists as a part of our very being. We create kamma every moment, just as the results of our previous kamma arise to affect us every moment. If you insist on doubting the existence of kamma and its results, then you are stuck at a dead end. Kamma is not something that follows us like a dog following its master. On the contrary, our very thoughts, speech, and actions are kamma. The true results of kamma are the degrees of happiness and suffering experienced by all beings in the world, including those beings who live out their lives unaware of kamma. Such ignorance is also a karmic consequence."

I myself listened to this talk with heartfelt satisfaction as I had long been keenly interested in Ācariya Mun. I experienced such a deep sense of joy about him and his Dhamma that I felt as if I were floating on air. I felt that I simply couldn't hear enough. I have given you the gist of what he said so that all of you, who had no opportunity to hear him speak, may understand something about the nature of your kamma. Kamma being something common to us all, it is possible you may recognize you own kamma in his words.

When he finished speaking, Ācariya Mun rose from his seat and prostrated himself in front of the main Buddha image. Chao Khun Rājakawi told him how much everyone had enjoyed the outstanding discourse he had just delivered. Ācariya Mun replied that it might well be his "final encore" since he probably wouldn't return to give another talk due to his declining years. This was his way of telling everyone present that he would not return to Chiang Mai again before he died. As it turned out, this was true – Ācariya Mun never again returned to Chiang Mai.

After remaining several more days at Wat Chedi Luang monastery, Ācariya Mun finally left, heading first for Bangkok. Somdet Phra Mahā Wirawong and the other senior monks, together with scores of lay supporters, escorted him from the monastery to the train station. Also present was a host of devas. Ācariya Mun said that devas filled the sky around him in every direction as they, too, came to escort him to the station. They remained, hovering in the sky, even after he reached the station, waiting to send him off before returning to their respective realms. A chaotic scene ensued as he had to greet the scores of monks and lay people who were gathered there, while he simultaneously tried to psychically bestow his blessing upon all the devas who hovered in the air for a final blessing from him. In the end, he was able to turn his undivided attention to the devas and bestow his final blessing only after he had finished speaking to all the people and the train began pulling out of the station.

He said he truly felt sorry for those devas who held him in such high esteem that they were reluctant to see him leave. They showed all the same signs of distress and disappointment that human beings do. Some even continued to hover behind the train as it sped down the tracks, until finally Ācariya Mun felt it necessary to tell them to return to their respective realms. They departed reluctantly, wondering if he would ever come back to assist them again. In the end they were to be disappointed, for he never did return. He never mentioned whether the terrestrial devas of Chiang Mai came to visit him later on when he lived in the provinces of Udon Thani and Sakon Nakhon.

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5. Unusual Questions, Enlightening Answers   

Upon arriving in Bangkok, Ācariya Mun went to stay at Wat Boromaniwat monastery, following the instructions telegrammed from Somdet Phra Mahā Wirawong. Before he departed for Udon Thani, many people came to see him at Wat Boromaniwat with questions. Some of these questions were rather unusual, so I have decided to include them.

Question: "I understand that you maintain only one rule instead of the full 227 monastic rules that all other monks keep. Is that true?"

Ācariya Mun: "Yes, I maintain only the one rule."

Question: "Which one do you maintain?d

Ācariya Mun: "My mind."

Question: "So, you don't maintain all 227 rules?"

Ācariya Mun: "I maintain my mind by not allowing any wrong thoughts, speech, or actions that would violate the prohibitions laid down by the Buddha, be they 227 in number or even more than that. Those who doubt whether or not I maintain the 227 monastic rules can think and say what they please. As for me, from the day of my ordination I have always maintained strict control over my mind, as it is the master of body and speech."

Question: aYou mean we have to maintain our minds in order to maintain the moral precepts?"

Ācariya Mun: "What else would you maintain to develop good moral virtue, if not your mind? Only the dead have no need to look after their minds, much less their actions and speech. The wise have never claimed that dead people have a moral bias, it being impossible for corpses to show willful intent. If corpses did have morality, then it would be a dead and useless one. But I am not a corpse, so I cannot maintain a dead man's morality. I must do what befits one fully endowed with both good and evil tendencies – I must maintain my mind in moral virtue."

Question: "I've heard it said that keeping our actions and speech in good order is called morality, which lead me to understand that it's not really necessary to look after the mind. That's why I asked."

Ācariya Mun: "It is quite true that morality entails keeping our actions and speech in good order. But before we can put our actions and speech in good moral order, we must consider the source of moral virtue. It originates with the master of body and speech – the mind – which makes them behave properly. Once we have established that the mind is the determining factor, we must ascertain how it relates to action and speech so that they stay in good moral order that is a source of comfort to us and others alike. It's not only moral virtue that the mind must deal with. The mind supervises the performance of every activity we engage in, making sure that it's done in a proper, orderly fashion to produce excellent results each time.

"Treating an illness requires diagnosing its cause, then devising an effective cure before it develops into a chronic condition. Taking care of morality requires the mind to be in effective control. Otherwise, the result will be a tarnished morality that's patchy, and full of holes. Such splintered, inconsistent virtue is truly pitiful. It moves people to live an aimless existence and inevitably causes an adverse effect on the entire religion. Besides that, it's not a source of comfort to the person practicing it, nor is it admired by his peers.

"I have never done much studying. After I ordained, my teacher took me as a wandering monk into the mountains and forests. I learned Dhamma from the trees and grasses, the rivers and the streams, the cliffs and the caves. I learned it from the sounds of birds and wild animals, from the natural environment around me. I didn't study the scriptures long enough to become well-versed in the teaching on moral virtue; and my answers to your questions tend to reflect that primitive education.

I feel rather inadequate for my inability to provide answers that would be suitably eloquent for your edification."

Question: "What is the nature of morality and what constitutes genuine moral virtue?"

Ācariya Mun: "Being mindfully aware of our thoughts; knowing which things are appropriate to think about and which are not; taking care how we express ourselves by way of body, speech, and mind; controlling these three factors so that they remain within the confines of what is morally acceptable. By properly adhering to these conditions we can be confident that the moral nature of our behavior is exemplary and we are never unruly or offensive. Apart from such exemplary conduct in body, speech, and mind, it's difficult to say what genuine moral virtue is, since it's impossible to separate its practice from the person who maintains it. They are not distinct entities, like a house and its owner – the house on one hand, the owner on another. Trying to distinguish between moral virtue and the person who maintains it is very problematic, so I wouldn't want to do it. Even the peace of mind resulting from the practice of moral virtue cannot actually be separated from that moral virtue. If morality could be isolated in this manner, it would probably have been on sale in the stores long ago. In such a case, people's moral virtue would probably become a lucrative target for thieves to steal and sell off to the highest bidder, leaving many people totally deprived. Like all other possessions, moral virtue would then become a source of anxiety. It would cause Buddhists to become weary of striving for it, and insecure about holding onto their acquisition. Consequently, the inability to know what precisely constitutes genuine moral virtue is a way to avoid the dangers arising from moral issues, thus allowing virtuous individuals a clever way to gain peace of mind. Being very wary of the inherent dangers, I have never thought of separating myself from the moral virtue that I practice. Those unwilling to make this separation remain content wherever they go, whatever they do, for they never have to worry about losing their moral virtue. Those who see it as something separate from themselves might worry so much that they end up coming back as ghosts after death to anxiously watch over their store of accumulated virtue. It would be like dying people who fret about their wealth, and therefore, get stuck in a frame of mind where they return as ghosts to keep anxious watch over their accumulated riches."

Complete Self-assurance   

One day a prominent elder of Wat Boromaniwat invited Ācariya Mun for a private conversation with him.[134] He began with a question.

"When you are living alone in the mountains and forests, preferring not to be bothered by monks or lay people, whom do you consult for solutions when a problem arises in your practice? Even though I live in the capitol, which is full of learned scholars who can help me clear up my doubts, still there are times when I find myself so completely baffled that no one is able to help me resolve those dilemmas. I know that you usually live alone; so when questions arise, who do you consult or how do you deal with them? Please explain this to me."

Boldly, Ācariya Mun replied:

"Please allow me to answer you with complete self-assurance which I gained from studying fundamental natural principles: I consult Dhamma, listening to it both day and night in all my daily activities, except in sleep. As soon as I wake up, my heart is immediately in contact with Dhamma. As for problems, my heart carries on a constant debate with them. As old problems are resolved, new ones arise. In resolving one problem, some of the kilesas are destroyed, while another that emerges starts another battle with the kilesas that remain. Every conceivable type of problem, from the grossest to the subtlest, from the most circumscribed to the most comprehensive, all of them arise and are fought within the heart. Consequently, the heart is the battleground where kilesas are confronted and then eliminated each time a problem is resolved.

"I am not so interested in thinking about whom I would consult if problems arise in the future. I'm much more interested in attacking the immediate ones that set the stage for the kilesas lurking in the background. By demolishing them at every turn, I gradually eliminate the kilesas from my heart. So, I do not concern myself with consulting other monks to help solve my problems and rid my kilesas, for it's much quicker to rely on the mindfulness and wisdom that arise continuously in my heart. Each time I'm faced with a problem, I am clearly conscious of the maxim attāhi attano nātho[135] – oneself is one's own refuge – so I use methods I devise from my own mindfulness and wisdom to immediately solve that problem. Instead of trying to glean answers from the scriptures, I depend on Dhamma, in the form of mindfulness and wisdom, that arise within me, to accept the challenge and find a solution that allows me to proceed, unimpeded. Although some problems are so profound and complex they require a sustained, meticulous investigative effort, they are no match for the proven effectiveness of mindfulness and wisdom in the end. So they too dissolve away.

"I have no desire to seek the companionship of my fellow monks just so they can help me solve my problems. I much prefer to live alone. Living all alone, solitary in body and mind, means contentment for me. When the time comes for me to die, I shall pass away unencumbered by concerns for the past or the future. At the moment my breath ceases, all other matters will cease with it. I apologize for answering your question so unintelligently. I'm afraid my reasoning wasn't very eloquent."

The elder, who had listened attentively, was so wholeheartedly convinced by what he heard that he complimented Ācariya Mun.

"You are an exceptional person, as befits one who truly likes living alone in the mountains and forests. The Dhamma that you have presented here cannot be found in the scriptures because the Dhamma recorded in the texts and the natural principles of Dhamma arising in the heart are really quite different. To the extent that the Dhamma in the texts was recorded directly from the mouth of the Lord Buddha by those possessing a level of purity equal to his, to that extent, it is pure and unadulterated. But transcribers of the texts in later generations may not have been so genuinely pure as the original ones, so the overall excellence of the Dhamma as subsequently recorded may have been moderated by its transcribers. For this reason, it is understandable that Dhamma arising fresh from the heart would be different from what is recorded in the scriptures, even though they are both within the scope of what we consider "Dhamma".

"I have no more doubts concerning the question I rather stupidly asked you. Still, such stupidity does have its own benefits, for had I not made a stupid inquiry, I would not have heard your sagacious reply. Not only have I sold my stupidity today, but I have also bought a lot of wisdom. You might also say that I've discharged a load of ignorance to acquire a wealth of wisdom.

"I do have one other question though. After the Lord Buddha's disciples took leave of him to go out and practice on their own, they returned to ask his advice when problems arose in the course of their practice. Once he helped clear up their doubts, they again returned to their respective locations. What was the nature of those problems that the Buddha's disciples sought his advice on?"

Ācariya Mun replied:

"When someone is available for help with quick, timely results, people, who by nature prefer to depend on others, will opt for the shortcut, certain that it is better than trying to go it alone. Except, of course, when the distances involved make traveling there and back entirely impractical. Then they are obliged to struggle as best they can, relying on the strength of their own mindfulness and wisdom, even if this does mean slower results.

"Being omniscient, the Lord Buddha could help solve people's problems and resolve their doubts much more clearly and quickly than they could expect to do on their own. Consequently, disciples of his, who experienced problems or had doubts, felt obliged to seek his advice in order to resolve them as quickly and decisively as possible. If the Lord Buddha were alive today and I was in a position to visit him, I too would go to ask him questions that I have never been able to resolve to my satisfaction. In that way I could avoid having to trudge along laboriously, wasting precious time as I've done in the past.

"Still, reaching definite conclusions on our own, while practicing alone, is a laborious task that we must all undertake, for, as I've mentioned, we must ultimately depend on ourselves. But having a teacher who elucidates the correct way of practice and then recommends the right methods to follow helps us see practical results quickly and easily. This contrasts sharply with results we achieve from guesswork when we are practicing alone. I have seen the disadvantages of such uncertainty in my own practice, but it was an unavoidable situation as I did not have a teacher to instruct me in those days. I had to make my way tentatively, stumbling and picking myself up, making numerous mistakes along the way. The crucial factor was my resolve, which remained single-minded and unyielding. Because it never lapsed, never waned, I was able to smooth out the rough patches in my practice, little by little, until I gradually achieved a true sense of satisfaction. That contentment gave me the opportunity to get my balance on the path of practice; and this, in turn, allowed me to look deeply into the nature of the world and the nature of Dhamma in the way I've already mentioned."

The elder asked many more questions of Ācariya Mun, but having covered the most important ones, I shall pass over the rest.

WHILE STAYING IN BANGKOK, Ācariya Mun was regularly invited out to eat in private homes, but he declined, for he found it difficult to take care of bodily necessities after he finished eating.

When he felt the time was appropriate, Ācariya Mun left Bangkok and headed for Korat where he had been invited to stay by devotees in Nakhon Ratchasima. Staying at Wat Pa Salawan monastery, he received numerous visitors who came to ask him questions. There was one which was especially interesting that Ācariya Mun himself recounted to me – one which I have never forgotten even though I tend to be forgetful. Perhaps I suspected it would one day form part of his biography! This question was asked as a means of discovering the true nature of Ācariya Mun's attainment, and whether he was actually worthy of the popular acclaim he received. The questioner was an ardent student of the way of kammaṭṭhāna who earnestly sought the truth.

Questioner: "When you accepted the invitation to come to Korat, was it simply because you want to help your devotees here, or have you also come hoping to strive for the attainment of magga, phala, and Nibbāna?"

Ācariya Mun: "Being neither hungry nor deluded, I am not searching for anything that would create dukkha and cause me trouble. Hungry people are never content as they are, so they run around searching here and there, latching on to whatever they find without considering if their behavior is right or not. In the end, their acquisitiveness scorches them like a blazing fire. Deluded people are always searching for something. But I have no delusion, so I am not searching. Those who are not deluded have no need to search. Everything is already perfect within their hearts, so why should they bother? Why should they get excited and grasp at shadows when they know perfectly well that shadows are not genuine truths. Genuine truths are the Four Noble Truths, and they are already present within the minds and bodies of all living beings. Having fully understood these truths, I am no longer deluded; so what else would you have me seek? I'm still alive and people need my help, so I assist them – it's as simple as that.

"It's much easier to find precious stones than it is to find good people with Dhamma in their hearts. One virtuous person is more valuable than all the money in the world, because all that money cannot bring the world the kind of genuine peace and happiness that a beneficent person can. Just one such individual is capable of bringing so much enduring peace and happiness to the world. The Lord Buddha and the Arahants are excellent examples of this. Each virtuous person is more precious that any amount of wealth, and each realizes that good deeds have far greater value than money. As long as they remain virtuous and people around them are contented, they don't care if they are poor. But fools, preferring money over virtue and virtuous people, will do anything to get money. They can't be bothered about the consequences of their actions, no matter how wicked or depraved they may be. Even the devil is so disgusted and so fearful they will wreak havoc among the denizens of hell that he's reluctant to accept them as inmates. But such fools care about only one thing: getting their hands on some money, no matter how ill-gotten. Let evil settle the accounts, and to hell with the devil! Virtuous people versus wicked people, material wealth versus the virtues of Dhamma, this is how they differ. Sensible people should think about them right now before it's too late to choose the correct path.

"Ultimately the varying results that we experience depend on the kamma we make. We have no choice but to accept the consequences dictated by our kamma – remonstrations are of no avail. It's for this very reason that living beings differ so widely in everything from the type of existence they are born into, with their different bodily forms and emotional temperaments, to the degrees of pleasure and pain they experience. All such things form part of one's own personal makeup, a personal destiny for which each of us must take full responsibility. We must each bear our own burden. We must accept the good and the bad, the pleasant and the painful experiences that come our way, for no one has the power to disown these things. The karmic law of cause and effect is not a judicial law: it is the law of our very existence – a law which each one of us creates independently. Why have you asked me this question anyway?"

This remarkably robust response, which I heard about from Ācariya Mun as well as from a monk who accompanied him on that occasion, was so impressive that I have never forgotten it.

Questioner: "Please forgive me, but I have heard your excellent reputation praised far and wide for a long time now. Monks and lay people alike all say the same thing: Ācariya Mun is no ordinary monk. I have longed to hear your Dhamma myself, so I asked you that question with this desire in mind. Unfortunately, the lack of discretion in the way I asked may have disturbed you somewhat. I've had a keen interest in practice for many years, and my heart has definitely become more and more peaceful throughout that time. I feel that my life has not been wasted, for I have been fortunate enough to encounter the Buddhasāsana and now have paid homage to a renowned teacher revered for his excellent practice and superb virtue. The clear, precise answer you gave me a moment ago exceeded my expectations. Today my doubts have been allayed, at least as far as is possible for one still burdened with kilesas. It's now up to me to carry on with my own practice as best I can."

Ācariya Mun: hThe way you phrased your question prompted me to answer as I did, for in truth I am neither hungry nor deluded. What else would you have me search for? I had enough of hunger and delusion back in the days when I was still inexperienced in the way of practice. Back then, no one was aware of how I nearly died striving in the mountains and forests before I felt secure in my practice. It was only later as people began to seek me out that my fame started to spread. But I didn't hear anyone praising me at the time when I passed out, unconscious, three times and barely survived to tell about it. This renown came only long after the event. Now everyone lauds my achievements, but what's the use in that?

"If you want to discover the superior qualities latent within yourself, then you must take the initiative and practice. It's no use waiting until you are dead and then invite monks to chant auspicious verses for your spiritual benefit. That's not what we call 'scratching the place that itches' – don't say I didn't warn you. If you want to get rid of that itch, you must hurry and immediately scratch the right place; that is, you must intensify your efforts to do good in order get rid of your attachment and concern for all material things of this world. Possessions like wealth and property do not really belong to us – we lay claim to them in name only. In doing so, we overlook our true worth. The wealth we accumulate in this world can be used wisely to bring us some measure of happiness. But if we're very stupid, it can soon become a blazing fire that completely destroys us.

"The venerable individuals who transcended dukkha in ages past did so by accumulating virtuous qualities within themselves until they became an important source of refuge for all of us. Perhaps you think they had no cherished possessions in those days. Do you honestly believe that wealth and beauty are something unique to the present day and age? Is that why you're so immoderate and self-indulgent? Is our country so lacking in cemeteries to cremate or bury the dead that you figure you won't have to die? Is that why you're so rashly overconfident? You are constantly worried about what you will eat and how you will sleep and how to keep yourself entertained, as if the world were about to vanish at any moment and take everything with it. So you rush around scooping up such a mass of useless stuff that you can hardly lug it all around. Even animals don't indulge themselves to that extent, so you shouldn't assume that you are so much more exalted and clever than they are. Such blind ignorance will only make matters much worse. Should you fall on hard times in the future, who knows? You may find yourself even more destitute than the animals you disparage. You should start laying the groundwork for a proper understanding of this matter right now, while you are still in a position to do so.

"I must apologize for speaking so harshly, but it is necessary to use harsh language to persuade people to abandon evil and do good. When nobody is willing to accept the truth, this world of ours will see the sāsana come to an end. Virtually everyone has done a certain amount of gross, evil kamma in the past for which they must inevitably suffer the consequences. People who still do not understand this are unlikely to see their own faults enough to remedy the situation. Instead, they tend to fault the Teaching for being too severe – and so the situation remains hopeless."

At this point the author would like to apologize to all you gentle readers for having been so presumptuous and indiscreet in what I've just written. My purpose was to preserve for posterity the way that Ācariya Mun taught Dhamma on certain occasions. I tried to present it in a manner that reflected his speech as accurately as possible. I wanted to record it for the sake of those wishing to contemplate the truth of his teaching. Being thus reluctant to reduce the forcefulness of his remarks, I tried to disregard any qualms I had and wrote precisely what he said.

Wherever Ācariya Mun sojourned, people constantly came to see him about Dhamma questions. Unfortunately, I cannot recall all the questions and answers that have been recounted to me over the years by monks who were present on those occasions. I noted down and remember only those answers which especially impressed me. I have forgotten those that failed to make a strong impression; and now they are gone.

AFTER A SUITABLE INTERVAL, Ācariya Mun left Nakhon Ratchasima to resume his journey to Udon Thani. When his train pulled into the station at Khon Kaen, a crowd of local people were waiting to invite him to break his journey there and stay in Khon Kaen for awhile. Since he was unable to accept the invitation, his devotees in Khon Kaen were disappointed at missing the opportunity to meet with him.

Finally arriving in Udon Thani, Ācariya Mun went to stay with Chao Khun Dhammachedi at Wat Bodhisomphon monastery. People from the provinces of Nong Khai and Sakon Nakhon, as well as Udon Thani, were waiting there to pay their respects. From there he proceeded to Wat Non Niwet monastery where he remained for the rainy season retreat. Once a week on observance day, during the rains retreat that year, Chao Khun Dhammachedi took a group of public officials and other lay supporters to hear Ācariya Mun's Dhamma talks in the evening. It was, of course, Chao Khun Dhammachedi himself who had taken so much trouble to invite Ācariya Mun to return to Udon Thani. He had trekked through the thick forests of Chiang Mai to personally offer that auspicious invitation. All of us, who met Ācariya Mun and heard his Dhamma after he arrived in Udon Thani, owe Chao Khun Dhammachedi a sincere debt of gratitude. Chao Khun Dhammachedi was always keenly interested in the way of practice. He never tired of talking about Dhamma, no matter how long the conversation lasted. He was especially appreciative when the Dhamma discussion dealt with meditation practice. He felt great respect and affection for Ācariya Mun. Therefore, he took a special interest in his well-being while he stayed in Udon Thani, constantly asking people who had seen Ācariya Mun recently how he was getting along. In addition, he always encouraged people to meet with Ācariya Mun and get to know him. He would even tirelessly escort those who did not dare go alone. His efforts in that respect were outstanding and truly admirable.

During the dry season following the rains retreat, Ācariya Mun preferred to wander off into the countryside, seeking seclusion where he could practice the way of Dhamma in a manner most suitable to his character. He liked to stay in the vicinity of Ban Nong Nam Khem village, which was located about seven miles from the town of Udon Thani. He lived for long periods in this area because it had pleasant forests that were conducive to meditation practice.

His presence in Udon Thani during the rains retreat greatly benefited both the monks and the general public from the town and surrounding districts. As news of his arrival spread, monks and lay people from the area gradually began to converge on the monastery where he resided in order to practice with him and hear his Dhamma. Most of these people had been disciples of his from the time he lived in the area before going to Chiang Mai. Upon receiving word that he had returned, they were overjoyed at the prospect of seeing him again, offering him alms, and hearing his advice. He was not very old yet, being only about 70 then. He was still able to get around without much trouble. By nature he tended to be quick and agile anyway, always ready to get up and move on, never staying too long in one place. He much preferred to wander with no specific destination, hiking through the mountains and forests where life was peaceful and undisturbed.

Past Lives   

In Udon Thani, just as they had in other places, the local people often came to Ācariya Mun with questions. While some of their questions were very similar to the ones that he had received many times before, the more unusual ones arose from the views and opinions of certain individuals. Among the more commonly asked questions were those dealing with past-life associations[136] of living beings who have developed virtuous qualities together over a period of many lives, and how such inherent character traits have continuity in their present lives. Other questions dealt with past-life associations of husbands and wives who had lived together happily for many lifetimes. Ācariya Mun said that people had more doubts about these questions than any others.

As for the first question, Ācariya Mun did not specify the exact nature of what he was asked. He merely mentioned the question of past-life associations in a general way and gave this explanation:

"Things like this must originate with the establishment of volitional intent, for that determines the way the lives of specific individuals become interrelated."

The second question was more specific: How is it possible to determine whether the love between a man and a woman has been preordained by previous association in lives past? How can we distinguish between a loving relationship based on past-life connections and one which is not?

Ācariya Mun replied:

"It is very difficult to know with any certainty whether or not our love for this person or our relationship with that person has its roots in a mutual affinity developed over many lifetimes. For the most part, people fall in love and get married rather blindly. Feeling hungry, a person's tendency is to just reach out and grab some food to satisfy that hunger. They will eat whatever is available as long as it is sufficient for their day-to-day needs. The same can be applied to past-life associations as well. Although such relationships are a common feature of life in this world, it is not at all easy to find genuine cases of people who fall in love and get married simply due to a long-standing past-life association. The problem is, the kilesas that cause people to fall in love don't spare anyone's blushes, and they certainly don't wait patiently to give past-life affinities a chance to have a say in the matter first. All the kilesas ask is that there be someone of the opposite sex who suits their fancy – that's enough for passion to arise and impulsively grab a hold. Those kilesas that cause people to fall in love can turn ordinary people into 'fighters' who will battle desperately to the bitter end without respect for modesty or moderation, no matter what the consequences might be. Even if they see they have made a mistake, they will still refuse to admit defeat. Even the prospect of death cannot make them abandon their fighting style. This is what the kilesas that cause people to fall in love are all about. Displaying themselves conspicuously in people's hearts, they are extremely difficult to control.

"Anyone who wants to be a reasonable, responsible person should avoid giving these kilesas their head, never permitting them to charge on ahead unchecked. So you must exercise enough self-control to insure that, even if you know nothing about your past-life associations, you will still have an effective means of reining in your heart – a means of avoiding being dragged through the mire and down a steep, dark precipice. Unless you are an accomplished meditator with an aptitude for perceiving various types of phenomena, you will find it very difficult to access knowledge about your past lives. Whatever the case, you must always have enough presence of mind to maintain proper self-control. Don't let those offensive kilesas burst their banks, pouring out like flood waters with no levee to contain them. Thus you will be able to avoid sinking deep into the great quagmire of unbridled love."

Questioner: "What should a husband and wife, who have lived together happily in this life and wish to remain together in the next life, do to insure that they'll be reborn together in the future? Is it enough that they both hold the same desire for meeting again in future lives?"

Ācariya Mun: "That desire merely creates the prospect of achieving one's intended objective; but if that desire is not accompanied by concrete action it will not bring the expected results. Take the example of someone who desires to be rich. If that person is too lazy to go out and earn his wealth, then there is no way he'll ever be rich. To stand any chance of success, an intention must be supported by a concerted effort toward reaching that goal. It's the same with a husband and wife who wish to maintain their loving relationship, living together happily in each successive life. To avoid being separated, their viewpoints must be analogous, and they must remain faithful to each other. They must refrain from taking advantage of each other because this destroys their mutual trust and leads to dissatisfaction. They must cherish virtue, behave properly, and trust each other. By establishing a mutual understanding about their partnership and then making a sincere effort to foster their future together by doing what is beneficial to it, they can expect to fulfill that desire for it is well within their power to do so. On the other hand, should the opposite hold true – with either the husband being good while the wife is bad, or vice versa, with one or the other doing only that which pleases him or her – then no matter how many hundreds of resolutions they make together, they will all come to naught. Their very actions will perforce undermine their desire. And what about you? Do you cherish the desire to be together with your wife above all other wishes?"

Questioner: "I desire nothing more than the fulfillment of this wish. Wealth and all its trappings, rank, title, royal status, heavenly bliss, or spiritual attainment – none of these would mean anything without my wife, who is my one true love. This is the major focus of every person's desire, so we must wish for a loving mate first of all; then other desires can be considered in due course. That is why I had to ask you about this matter first, although I was embarrassed and afraid you might scold me. Such is the reality of the world we live in, though people are often too shy to speak about it.a

Ācariya Mun laughed: "That being the case, you have to take your wife wherever you go, right?"

Questioner: "I'm ashamed to say that it's really concern about my wife that has prevented me from ordaining as a monk all this time. I am worried that she'd be awfully lonely with no one there to advise and reassure her. My children just bother her for money to buy things, making a nuisance of themselves all the time. I don't see how they can offer her any security or peace of mind. I can't help worrying about her.

"There's another thing I don't understand. The Dhamma teaches that the heavenly realms are inhabited by both male and female devas, much like the human world. Beings there live a blissfully happy existence, enjoying a variety of pleasures that make it a very inviting place to live. But, unlike here on earth or in the heavens, it seems that no distinction is made between male and female beings in the brahma realms. Doesn't it get kind of lonely there? I mean, they have no one to cheer them up or humor them when they get in a bad mood. And Nibbāna is even worse – there is no involvement with anything whatsoever. One is absolutely self-reliant in every way. Without the need to depend on anyone or anything for help, there is no need for one to become involved with others in anyway. One is truly independent. But how can one possibly take pride in anything there? Ordinarily, someone reaching an exalted state like Nibbāna should expect to be honored and praised by the other beings who live there. At least in the world, a prosperous person who has wealth and social status receives praise and admiration from his fellow human beings. But those going to Nibbāna find only silence – there's no question of receiving praise and admiration from their peers. Which makes me wonder how such total silence can truly be a state of happiness. Please forgive me for asking such a crazy, unorthodox question, but unless I find out from someone who really knows the answer, this dilemma will continue to trouble me to no end."

Ācariya Mun: "The heavenly realms, the brahma realms, and Nibbāna are not reserved for skeptics like you. They are reserved for those who can realize their own true inner worth. Only such people realize the value of the heavenly realms, the brahma realms, and Nibbāna because they understand that the value of each successive realm increases relative to the virtuous qualities inherent in those who would attain them. Somebody like you can hardly dream of attaining such states. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to go as long as your wife was still around. Were she to die, you would still be unable to stop yearning for her long enough to start wishing for a heavenly existence. The way you feel, even the exalted brahma realms and Nibbāna cannot compare with your wife, since those states cannot take care of you like she can. Thus, you don't want to go, because you are afraid that you will lose the one who takes care of all your needs."

Ācariya Mun and his questioner both laughed heartily, then Ācariya Mun continued: "Even the kinds of happiness we experience here in the human world vary widely according to individual preferences. It is comparable to the way our sense faculties, which coexist in the same physical body, deal with different types of sensations. For example, the eyes prefer to see forms, the ears prefer to hear sounds, the nose prefers smells, the tongue prefers tastes, the body prefers tactile sensations, while the mind prefers to perceive mental objects – each according to its own natural bias. They can't all be expected to have the same preference. Partaking of a good meal is one way to find pleasure. Living happily married together is yet another form of pleasure. The world has never been short of pleasant experiences, for they are an indispensable part of life that living beings everywhere feel obliged to pursue. There are forms of happiness experienced here on earth; there are others experienced in the heavenly realms, and still others in the brahma realms. Then there is the "happiness" of Nibbāna which is experienced by those who have totally eradicated the vexatious kilesas from their hearts. Their happiness is something entirely different from the worldly happiness of those with kilesas.

"If the happiness you receive from your wife's company is really all you need, then why bother looking at sights and listening to sounds? Why bother eating or sleeping? Why bother developing virtuous qualities by giving donations, maintaining morality, or doing meditation? All you need do is live with your wife and let that happiness be the sum of all happiness you would otherwise receive from these sources. You could save yourself a lot of trouble that way. But can you actually do it?"

Questioner: "Oh no, sir! How could I possibly do that? What about all those times when we quarrel with each other? How could I make all my happiness dependent on her alone? That would just complicate my life even more."

Ācariya Mun said this man had a rather bold, forthright character and, for a layman, he had a very keen interest in moral virtue. He was deeply devoted to Ācariya Mun who usually made an effort to give him special attention. This man used to come to see Ācariya Mun and casually start up a conversation when there were no other visitors around. Normally, other people could not bring themselves to ask Ācariya Mun the kinds of questions he did. He was extremely fond of his wife and children, while his fond devotion for Ācariya Mun made him a frequent visitor at the monastery. If he came and found Ācariya Mun with visitors, he would simply pay his respects, then go off to help the monks with the air of someone who feels quite at home in a monastery. He chose those occasions when no visitors were present to ask the questions that intrigued him. And Ācariya Mun was kind enough to oblige him nearly every time.

Ācariya Mun was exceptionally clever at recognizing a person's basic character traits; and treated each individual according to his assessment. Whether speaking casually or giving a discourse, he always tailored his remarks to fit the audience, as you can no doubt see from what I have written so far.

WHILE ĀCARIYA MUN lived at Wat Non Niwet monastery in Udon Thani, numerous monks came to seek his guidance, and many spent the rains retreat under his tutelage. In those days, Wat Non Niwet monastery was a much quieter place than it is today. There was very little traffic back then and very few people came to visit. By and large, people who did come to the monastery were those with a genuine interest in making merit and developing virtuous qualities – unlike nowadays when people tend to come and disturb the monks' peaceful environment whether they intend to or not. Back then, monks could practice as they pleased without disturbance. Consequently, many monks developed themselves spiritually, becoming a source of contentment not only to themselves, but also to the local people who looked to monks for refuge.

Ācariya Mun instructed the monks in the evening. He usually began with a general explanation of moral virtue, followed by samādhi and then wisdom, going briefly through them stage by stage until the highest level of absolute freedom – the essential goal of Dhamma. He then went back and gave a comprehensive exposition of how a monk should practice to attain the various stages of Dhamma that he had outlined. For monks engaged in meditation practice, he always emphasized the vital importance of mindful adherence to the monastic code of discipline.

"Only a monk who is firm in his discipline and respectful of all the training rules can be considered a full-fledged monk. He should not transgress the minor training rules merely because he considers them to be somehow insignificant. Such negligence indicates someone who feels no shame about immoral behavior, and it may eventually lead to more serious transgressions. A monk must strictly adhere to the monastic code of discipline to make sure that his moral behavior is not punctuated with unsightly blemishes or gaps. In that way, he feels comfortable and confident living among his peers. He need never be concerned that his teacher or his fellow monks will be critical or reproachful. For the inner monk in your heart to reach perfection, starting from Sotāpanna and progressing to Arahant, you must be steady and relentless in your effort to attain each successive level of both samādhi and wisdom. If you persevere in this manner, these faculties will arise and continue to develop until they are able to scrub clean that filthy mess of defilements in your heart.

"A monk's conduct and speech should be absolutely above reproach. His citta should be absolutely superb by virtue of the Dhamma qualities that he develops step by step: samādhi, paññā, vimutti, and vimuttiñāṇadassana.[137] A monk should never be dreary or sad. He should never appear undignified, shunning his fellows because a guilty conscience is eating away inside him, troubling his heart. This is contrary to the way of the Lord Buddha, whose splendid internal conduct and external behavior were irreproachable. Following in his footsteps, a monk must muster the resolute courage to abandon all evil and do only good. He must be a man of integrity who is honest with himself and his peers while being faithful to the Dhamma and the Discipline. He will thus be supported by his exemplary practice everywhere he goes. The brightness of his mindfulness and wisdom will light the way as his heart will be suffused with the taste of Dhamma. He will never find himself trapped in a state of delusion with no means of escape. Such are the characteristics inherent in a true disciple of the Lord Buddha. Study them carefully and take them to heart. Adhere closely to them as the basis for a bright, trouble-free future when you can claim them as your own valuable, personal possessions."

This was how Ācariya Mun usually instructed practicing monks.

MONKS WHO HAD DOUBTS or questions about their practice could consult individually with Ācariya Mun during the day when the time did not conflict with his daily routine. His daily life had a regular pattern that he tended to follow without fail wherever he stayed. Rising from his meditation seat early in the morning, he walked meditation outside his hut until it was time to go on almsround. After collecting alms food in the village and eating his morning meal, he again walked meditation until noon and then took a short rest. Once rested, he sat in meditation for awhile before continuing his walking meditation until four p.m. At four, he swept the open areas around his residence. When he finished, he bathed, and again practiced walking meditation for many hours. Upon leaving his meditation track, he entered his hut to do several hours of chanting. Following that, he again sat in meditation late into the night. Normally, he slept no more than four hours a night. On special occasions he went entirely without sleep, sitting in meditation until dawn. When he was young, he displayed a diligence in his practice that none of his contemporaries could match. Even in old age he maintained his characteristic diligence, although he did relax a bit due to his strength, which declined with each passing day. But he differed significantly from the rest of us in that his mind showed no signs of weakness even as his health gradually deteriorated.

Such was the life of a great man who set a perfect example for us all. He never neglected his personal responsibilities, nor did he relax the relentless effort which had been such an important source of strength, spurring him on to that gratifying victory deep in the mountains of Chiang Mai, as we have seen. As human beings, we all possess attributes that should allow us to duplicate Ācariya Mun's achievement. In actual practice, those able to achieve the kind of unqualified success that he did are far and few between. Despite the fact that the world is now grossly overpopulated, very few people indeed will see their hopes fulfilled by attaining this exalted goal. In the present age, such an attainment is very rare.

The outstanding difference between someone like Ācariya Mun and the rest of us is the degree of diligence and determination he applied to the pursuit of knowledge and understanding, an effort firmly grounded in the four iddhipāda: chanda, viriya,citta, and vimaṁsa.[138] And when the causes are so different, the results are bound to be radically different as well – so much so that it's almost unbelievable how varied they can be from one person to the next. But the good and bad results that people receive from their actions are evident everywhere in the world around us, and they cannot be denied. We must acknowledge the obvious: that a mixture of goodness and evil, happiness and suffering arises in each and every one of us. There is no way we can divest ourselves of them.

Among modern-day ācariyas, Ācariya Mun's life story is splendidly unique. A rich story, it flowers and bears fruit from beginning to end. Magnificent every step of the way, it is a life worthy of everyone's heartfelt respect. He is now revered far and wide in places where people have heard about his excellent reputation. It's a great shame that so many Buddhists who were keenly interested in Dhamma never heard of him while he was still alive. Although they might have very much wanted to meet a man of such exceptional virtue, they never had a chance to do so. This was largely because he did not like to frequent crowded places like towns and cities. He found life in the mountains and forests far more satisfactory his entire life.

Many monks who were dedicated to the practice of Dhamma also experienced great difficulty in reaching him. The dirt roads were hardly passable in those days – and anyway, there were no vehicles. They had to hike for days in order to reach the places where he liked to stay. Those who were unaccustomed to hiking just couldn't manage it. Their excuses for not going varied. Some monks were simply not courageous enough to accept the plain truth about Dhamma that he taught. Some were afraid that food and other necessities would be in short supply and of poor quality. Some were afraid they could not eat just one meal a day as he did. Where Ācariya Mun was concerned, monks tended to create any number of obstacles for themselves, most of them appearing insurmountable. Although their aspirations were sincere, such concerns amounted to self-imposed barriers that prevented them from gaining the benefit of their good intentions. In the end, they realized the kind of monk he really was only long after he had passed away and they heard the story of his life. He epitomized the sāsana which has preserved magga and phala from Lord Buddha's initial attainment down through the countless number of Arahants who have maintained magga and phala to this day. The essence of the sāsana has been transmitted by means of supaṭipanno, uju, ñāya, sāmīcipaṭipanno sāvakasangho[139] as practiced by all those who have attained magga, phala, and Nibbāna. They are like a vast stream of the great deathless ocean of Nibbāna, shimmering forth from the pristine nature of those who have practiced to perfection what the Buddha taught.

Ācariya Mun was one of the Arahants of this present age. He passed away not so long ago on November 10, 1949, about 20 years ago.[140] The story of his passing away will be described later when we reach the final chapter of his life. In any case, physical death has existed since time immemorial and will continue to exist as long as some form of conventional reality still remains. What arises must pass away. What remains unconditionally is the prodigious wonder of the Lord Buddha's infinite compassion, wisdom, and absolute freedom, all of which are enshrined in the sāsana. Such intrinsic qualities being exactly the same, Ācariya Mun's unqualified compassion, wisdom, and absolute freedom remain unchanged in the same way as those of the Lord Buddha. For us, it is essential that we faithfully practice the way laid down by the Buddha – the degree of success we have will depend on the amount of time and effort we put into the practice. This is something we should all take an interest in while we are still alive. Without making an effort to practice, no results can be achieved, and the opportunity will be irrevocably lost.

ONE OF THE ANSWERS that Ācariya Mun gave to the people of Nakhon Ratchasima especially caught my attention. Here is a summary of what he said:

"Don't think and act as if you, your family and friends, and the society you live in will never have to face the cemetery. Otherwise, when death comes – as it does to everyone in the world – you will find yourself hopelessly unprepared and so risk sinking into the kind of unfavorable state no one would wish for. Whatever you think, say, or do should be accompanied by some recollection of the cemetery, which symbolizes death, for cemeteries and kamma go hand in hand. Reflection on death will encourage reflection on kamma, which in turn will cause you to reflect back on yourself.

"Don't get cocky, thinking you're so smart, when in truth you are always at the mercy of kamma. Such arrogance will merely lead to your own misfortune. You should never take the attitude that you are smarter than the Buddha – that great, all-knowing teacher who, unlike people with kilesas who feel very cocky, never relied on conjecture. In the end, such people become trapped in the bad kamma that their own arrogant assumptions have created for them."

Such straight talk can be quite startling in its effect, inducing the listener to submit wholeheartedly to the truth about kamma. It cuts through all the self-importance that causes us to overlook our true place in this world. I have revisited the subject of kamma here for I feel that what I previously wrote on the subject is inadequate, since it failed to capture the full impact of what Ācariya Mun taught. This oversight has just come to my attention, which shows just how unreliable our memories are. In fact, they easily mislead us, blocking the truth from view. So please forgive me for going over the same material again from time to time.

ĀCARIYA MUN HAD the knowledge and the ability to confer Dhamma excellence on his monk disciples. As a result, many of them developed into veritable Bodhi trees[141] in their own right. This type of Bodhi tree is extremely difficult to plant and nurture to maturity for it tends to be surrounded by hazards. Many disciples of his who became senior ācariyas are still alive today. Some of them I have already mentioned by name. Ācariya Mun's senior disciples include such well-known ācariyas as Ācariya Sing and Ācariya Mahā Pin from Ubon Ratchathani, Ācariya Thet from Tha Bo in Nong Khai, Ācariya Fan from Sakon Nakhon, Ācariya Khao of Wat Tham Klong Phen in Udon Thani, Ācariya Phrom from Dong Yen village of Nong Han district in Udon Thani, Ācariya Lee of Wat Asokaram in Samut Prakan, Ācariya Chob and Ācariya Lui from Loei province, Ācariya Sim and Ācariya Tei from Chiang Mai, and Ācariya Kongma from Sakon Nakhon.[142] There are still many others whose names I cannot recall. Each of these ācariyas possesses certain exceptional qualities setting him apart from the rest. Each is outstanding in his own distinct way, and all are worthy of the highest respect. Some being quite famous, they are well-known to monks and lay people across the country. Some by nature prefer to live in quiet seclusion. There are senior disciples of Ācariya Mun possessing exceptionally virtuous qualities who remain virtually unknown because they naturally prefer to live in anonymity.

More than any other teacher in the Northeast region of Thailand Ācariya Mun was able to firmly establish monks in bodhidhamma. Bodhi means wisdom. The Bodhi of the Lord Buddha is called Enlightenment; but in the case of these ācariyas I would prefer to simply call it bodhidhamma, as befits their humble status and the forest tradition to which they belong. Establishing a monk in bodhidhamma is very similar to raising a child. First the monk is taught how to develop a firm basis in moral discipline. Then he's taught how to use that moral excellence as a basis for his meditation practice, focusing inward to develop sufficient knowledge and understanding that will allow him to safely look after himself. The spiritual development of each and every monk represents an extremely difficult challenge because implanting virtuous qualities deeply into the heart of someone who is oppressed by the kilesas is always a very demanding task. The teacher must be on his guard at all times, exercising complete mastery over every type of kilesas so that the student remains earnestly motivated to undergo the training. Persistent practice under a good teacher allows the student a chance to bring his own character into harmony with Dhamma and so steadily grow in confidence and determination.

On our own, we all suffer from kilesas. Everyone coming to train under a teacher is equally full of kilesas. So it is difficult for them to find the strength necessary to drag one another to safety. I believe the most difficult task any human being can undertake is that of trying to transform an ordinary monk into a monk who's truly worthy of the highest respect. That task is further complicated when the teacher tries to encourage the student to shift from his original, mundane position up to the transcendent levels of Sotāpanna, Sakadāgāmī, Anāgāmī and Arahant.[143] The degree of difficulty increases dramatically with each successive level of attainment. In all likelihood, insects will come along and chew at its roots, boring into them until the whole tree topples to the ground before the nascent Bodhi tree has a chance to sprout and branch out, developing into a useful specimen. This is what we usually see happen. Seldom do the roots grow deep enough to resist the ravages of wind, rain, and insects. When we plant an ordinary tree in the ground we can expect it to soon bear fruit. When, however, we try to establish a monk in Dhamma, he always appears on the verge of falling over. Even if no apparent dangers are on the horizon, he will go out looking for something to trouble him, thus causing himself a lot of harm. All of which makes developing a monk difficult indeed. If you don't believe me, just give it a try: ordain as a monk and try following the monastic discipline laid down by the Buddha. What's the bet you'll be hungry for supper before the sun has even set. Forgetting all about your newly-shaved head, you will be itching to travel about all the time, sight-seeing, listening to sounds, smelling this, tasting that, and touching things that are nice and soft. Morning, noon, and evening – never will there be enough to satisfy your appetite. Soon you'll forget all about your status as a monk. It's unlikely that you will ever take an interest in cultivating that inner Bodhi tree, for your heart will never accept reason and persevere with the monk's training long enough to gain genuine peace of mind.

Left unattended, the Bodhi tree of the heart will gradually wither and shrivel up. Harmful influences will then have the upper hand. What Bodhi tree could stand erect against such an onslaught? The bodhi of a monk is sensitive to those influences, so his heart may easily be swayed by such discordant elements. If his bodhi cannot withstand the pressure, it will topple hopelessly to the ground. Thus it is an extremely difficult task to establish bodhi properly. Those who have never tried to establish bodhi in their hearts don't know how potent those negative influences can be. They attempt to fertilize the nascent Bodhi tree with substances that only serve to stunt its growth, eventually ruining it altogether. Consequently, such Bodhi trees tend to have a dreary look about them, as if they were going to die at any moment from a profound shortage of noble virtue.

I have experience in planting such Bodhi trees and looking after them. And due to a lack of sound judgment, I've had my share of disappointments. So I am well aware of how difficult they are to establish and take care of. They always seem to be on the verge of withering up and dying. Even today I cannot say for sure whether or not this Bodhi tree of mine will grow and mature nicely, or simply deteriorate, since as a rule it threatens to take a turn for the worse. In fact, I haven't seen enough progress to be able to gauge the level of decline – steady decline seems to be the norm. Preferring to look for stimulation that is invariably harmful, this type of bodhi can easily destroy itself without any outside help.

Anyone who makes the agonizing effort to oppose his heart's natural inclinations until it submits to the authority of Dhamma is able to develop bodhi to perfection. Such a person is truly worthy of veneration. Ācariya Mun is a classic example of a teacher who develops bodhi so thoroughly that he becomes a reassuring source of comfort to all his disciples. Ācariya Mun carefully cultivated his Bodhi tree until the trunk was strong, the branches extensive, the foliage thick, and the fruits and flowers abundant. It was always a peaceful source of shade for those who sought to shelter there. Although he has already passed away, just reading the story of his life is enough to arouse faith in him and the Dhamma he practiced. It's almost as though he never passed away at all.

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[Ācariya Mun (circa 1940)]

Ācariya Mun (circa 1940)

[Ācariya Mun's residence at Wat Nong Pheu monastery.]

Ācariya Mun's residence at Wat Nong Pheu monastery.

[The meeting hall at Wat Nong Pheu monastery where monks assembled for the morning meal and evening meetings.]

The meeting hall at Wat Nong Pheu monastery where monks assembled for the morning meal and evening meetings.

[Ācariya Mahā Boowa standing in front of a typical forest monk's hut.]

Ācariya Mahā Boowa standing in front of a typical forest monk's hut.

[The stretcher (covered with a white canopy) carrying Ācariya Mun's dying body from Ban Nong Pheu to Ban Phu, accompanied by scores of monks and lay supporters.]

The stretcher (covered with a white canopy) carrying Ācariya Mun's dying body from Ban Nong Pheu to Ban Phu, accompanied by scores of monks and lay supporters.

6. Die Letzten Jahre   

After departing Chiang Mai, Ācariya Mun stayed two rains retreats at Wat Non Niwet monastery in Udon Thani. Following the second retreat, a group of lay devotees from Sakon Nakhon, headed by a longtime disciple, Khun Mae Num Chuwanon, came and invited him to return with them for the spiritual benefit of people there. When he readily agreed, all concerned were delighted, and arrangements were made to escort him there. Upon arriving in Sakon Nakhon in late 1941, Ācariya Mun first resided at Wat Suddhawat monastery. Soon monks and laity were arriving daily to pay their respects and seek his advice.

While at Wat Suddhawat, somebody came with a camera and asked permission to take his photograph to keep as an object of worship. In all, Ācariya Mun allowed his picture to be taken three times: on this occasion in Sakon Nakhon; previously, when he was staying in Nakhon Ratchasima; and later, at Ban Fang Daeng in That Phanom district of Nakhon Phanom province on his return from Ācariya Sao's funeral.[144] The photographic prints that his devotees collect as objects of worship today are reproductions of pictures taken on these three occasions. But for these, there would be no photographic images to remind us what he looked like. It was not easy to get permission to take Ācariya Mun's picture. Those who tried were on pins and needles, fidgeting nervously as they waited drenched in sweat, looking for a good opportunity to broach the subject with him. Well aware that he rarely gave permission for such activities, they were afraid that if they did not handle the situation properly, then he might simply dismiss them with a curt retort.

Ācariya Mun stayed at Wat Suddhawat monastery for awhile before moving to a small forest monastery near the village of Ban Na Mon which, being very quiet and secluded both day and night, suited him perfectly. The monks and novices living with him were an impressive sight – they said very little, but packed quite a punch. That is to say, instead of chatting among themselves, they preferred to put effort into their practice, each monk sitting in his own hut or walking meditation out in the forest. At four o'clock in the afternoon they all emerged from their living quarters to sweep the grounds together. With the whole area swept clean, they drew water from the well and carried it around to fill up the water barrels used for cleaning their feet and washing their alms bowls. These chores completed, everyone bathed together at the well in an admirably quiet, composed manner. They performed each daily chore with a remarkable self-control, always applying mindfulness and wisdom to analyze the nature of the tasks at hand – no one absentmindedly engaged in idle conversation. As soon as the day's duties were finished they separated, each monk returning to his hut to sit or walk in meditation as he saw fit.

When the monks returned to their huts, the monastery appeared deserted. A visitor happening to arrive then would not have seen a single monk simply standing around or sitting idly. Had the visitor ventured into the surrounding forest, he would have discovered some of the monks pacing back and forth on their meditation tracks, and others sitting peacefully in their small huts, all preferring to practice quietly, in solitude. They came together for almsround and the morning meal, or when there was an evening meeting, and only occasionally for other required duties. Even on almsround, each monk walked to and from the village with cautious restraint, mindfully intent on his meditation practice. They were not negligent, walking along casually gazing here and there, chatting with anyone who chanced to pass by. His monks truly were an inspirational sight to see as they walked for alms with such dignified composure.

Back in the monastery, the monks sat together investigating the food in their alms bowls as they prepared to eat. They reflected on the dangers inherent in attachment to food. Remaining mindful as they ate, they gave no indication that they were enjoying the food. With their attention focused on the contents of their alms bowls, they refrained from talking and did not allow their gaze to stray from the task of eating. They chewed their food carefully to avoid making loud, impolite noises that could disturb the others. The meal over, they helped each other put everything neatly away and swept the place clean. Each monk washed his alms bowl, dried it with a cloth, and carefully placed it in the sun for a few minutes. Only then did he put his alms bowl away in the appropriate place.

These duties completed, each monk returned to the seclusion of his own living quarters, turning his full attention to training his heart and mind in the manner of practice best suited to him. Sometimes a monk exerted himself to the limit; at other times, less so. In either case, he concentrated solely on his practice, unconcerned about how many hours passed or how much energy he expended. Basically, his objective was to make sure his mind remained focused on the meditation subject he had chosen to control it until that focus of attention became a mental object he could rely on to direct his heart toward peace and calm. Such calm, in turn, helped him to concentrate his mental focus on the cause and effect relationships inherent within whichever phenomena his wisdom then chose to investigate, allowing him to gradually attain increasingly more subtle levels of Dhamma as he progressed toward the ultimate goal. While applying himself assiduously, he always tried to make sure that his mode of practice was correct for the level of Dhamma he was working on.

It is extremely important that a monk have mindfulness at every stage of his practice. It is also essential that a monk use wisdom when his practice reaches those levels of Dhamma where wisdom is indispensable. Mindfulness, however, is always indispensable – at all times, in all activities. Whenever mindfulness is missing, effort also is missing. Lacking mindfulness, walking and sitting meditation are just empty postures void of anything that could be called "right effort". For this very reason, Ācariya Mun stressed mindfulness more than any other aspect of a monk's practice. In fact, mindfulness is the principal foundation supporting every aspect on every level of meditation practice. Practiced continuously, it eventually develops into the kind of supreme-mindfulness that fosters the highest levels of wisdom. Mindfulness must be used intensively at the preliminary level of developing meditative calm and concentration. In all succeeding levels of practice, mindfulness and wisdom must be developed in tandem, working as a team.

Ācariya Mun taught his monks to be very resolute and courageous in their practice. Anyone who was not earnestly committed to the practice was unlikely to remain with him for long. About once a week he called a meeting and gave a talk; on other nights he expected the monks to expedite their efforts on their own. Those with doubts or questions about their practice could consult him without having to wait for the next meeting. An aura of Dhamma pervaded the atmosphere around him, giving his students the feeling that magga, phala, and Nibbāna were truly within their reach. His reassuring presence gave them the determination and courage necessary to pursue their practice to the limit, conducting themselves in a manner that suggested they had the highest attainments in their sights. When meditating, they made little distinction between day and night; each monk strived in earnest regardless of the hour. On moonless nights, candle lanterns illuminated meditation tracks around the whole area. On moonlit nights, monks walked meditation by the light of the moon, each practicing with a sense of urgency that allowed him very little time for sleep.

ĀCARIYA MUN'S PROFICIENCY in chanting the suttas was unrivaled. He chanted suttas alone for many hours every night without fail. He would chant long discourses, like the Dhamma-cakka-pavattana Sutta and the Mahā Samāya Sutta, nearly every night. Occasionally, he translated the meaning of the suttas for our benefit, translations based on his own personal experience. He spoke directly to their essential meaning, often bypassing the strict rules of Pāli grammar normally used to maintain uniformity in translations. The undeniable clarity of his translations allowed his audience to glimpse the fundamental message of the ancient texts he quoted. Amazingly, he translated Pāli better than the accomplished scholars, though he had never studied Pāli in any formal way. No sooner had he mentioned a Pāli phrase than, without even a pause, he had translated it as well in a quick, fluent style that defied belief. For instance, when citing passages from the Dhamma-cakka-pavattana Sutta or the Mahā Samāya Sutta during the course of his talks, he gave fast, simultaneous translations worthy of a tenth grade Pāli scholar.[145]

I say the tenth grade because I have heard ninth grade Pāli scholars translate and they tend to be slow and plodding. They deliberate quite a long time over each passage and even then they are not very sure of their translations.

Not only was Ācariya Mun quick, he also was boldly confident of the truth of his words. Having clearly experienced the truth of their essential meaning himself, he was certain of his translations. Pāli verses arose spontaneously in his heart, which he then elaborated on in a way that differed somewhat from classical interpretations. For example, vātā rukkhā na pabbato, which he translated as: "gale force winds can uproot whole trees, yet they can't move a mountain of stone." This is an example of one Dhamma verse that arose spontaneously in his heart, along with the translation, while he was giving a talk to the monks.

What I just wrote about the ninth and tenth grades of Pāli scholarship shouldn't be taken too seriously. It is merely a figure of speech used by monks in the forest tradition – no offense is intended. We forest monks tend to act a bit like monkeys that have grown accustomed to living in the wild: even if they are caught and raised as pets, they still retain their old habits. They can never really adapt to human behavior. Please excuse me for presuming to compare Ācariya Mun's translations with those of Pāli scholars. Some readers may feel that I have overstepped the mark here.

IN DUE TIME ĀCARIYA MUN left Ban Na Mon and moved to Ban Khok, just over a mile away, where he spent the rainy season retreat. Since it was difficult to find a better location, the monastery was located only half a mile from the village. Still, the place was very quiet. Not more than eleven or twelve monks stayed with him at any one time in either of those places due to the limited number of available huts. It was while he resided at Ban Khok that I arrived. He was kind enough to accept me as a student, although I was about as useful as an old log. I lived there like a ladle in a pot of stew. I feel ashamed just thinking about it now: this useless log of a monk staying with an absolutely brilliant sage of such universal renown.

All the same, I do feel easier about writing his story from this period onward. Up to this point in the story I have felt somewhat hampered, and not a little frustrated, by the fact that most of my information comes secondhand from senior disciples who lived with him in the early years. In preparation for writing this biography, I spent many years going around to meet those ācariyas, interviewing them and writing down their memories, or taping my conversations with them. All this material then need to be carefully arranged in chronological order before it could be presented in a meaningful, readable format – a very demanding task. From now on I shall be writing about what I myself witnessed in Die Letzten Jahre of Ācariya Mun's life. Although this part of the story may not impress the reader as much as what has gone before, as the author I feel relieved to be writing from personal experience.

ĀCARIYA MUN SPENT the rains retreat at the Ban Khok forest monastery with a small group of monks, all of whom remained healthy and contented throughout the three months. Ācariya Mun called a meeting about once a week, both during the retreat period and after it was over. Although his discourses usually lasted for two to four hours, his audience was so completely absorbed in meditation practice that thoughts of weariness and fatigue never crossed their minds. For his part, Ācariya Mun was completely absorbed in delivering the Dhamma, expounding the nature of cause and effect in a reasonable way that struck a chord with his listeners, all of whom were genuinely searching for Truth. The Dhamma he presented was delivered straight from a heart that had realized this Truth with absolute clarity – leaving no room for doubt. Only one doubt remained: Could the monks actually do the practice the way he described it.

He delivered his discourses in a manner reminiscent of times past when the Lord Buddha delivered a discourse to a gathering of monks. We can be sure that the Lord Buddha's discourses were concerned solely with the great treasures of Dhamma; that is, he spoke only on subjects directly related to magga, phala, and Nibbāna. Thus, monks listening to him were able to attain magga, phala, and Nibbāna one after another, in steady succession, right up until the day of his final passing away. Because the Buddha's teaching emanated directly from an absolutely pure heart, the Dhamma he delivered was incomparably superb. This was magga and phala, pure and simple, and his listeners were able to emulate his teaching to perfection.

The Dhamma that Ācariya Mun delivered was spontaneous Dhamma of the present moment – refined and purified in his heart. He did not theorize or speculate when he spoke. His audience already had their own doubts and uncertainties about the practice, and further speculation would only have served to increase those doubts. Instead, as they listened, his Dhamma gradually dispelled their doubts. Those who heard his wonderful expositions were able to use them as a way to significantly reduce their kilesas. Beyond that, they could be used to conclusively eliminate all doubts.

ĀCARIYA MUN CHANTED suttas every night for several hours. On a night when no meeting was held, he left his meditation track at about eight o'clock and entered his hut to quietly chant suttas at length before resuming seated meditation until it was time to retire. On meeting nights, his chanting began later, after the meeting was over. This meant that his normal schedule was delayed when there was a meeting so that he retired later than usual, at midnight or one a.m.

One evening, hearing him softly chanting in his hut, I had the mischievous urge to sneak up and listen. I wanted to find out what suttas he chanted at such length every night. As soon as I crept up close enough to hear him clearly, however, he stopped chanting and remained silent. This did not look good, so I quickly backed away and stood listening from a distance. No sooner had I backed away than the low cadence of his chanting started up again, now too faint to be heard clearly. So again I sneaked forward – and again he went silent. In the end, I never did find out what suttas he was chanting. I was afraid that if I stubbornly insisted on standing there eavesdropping, a bolt of lightning might strike and a sharp rebuke thunder out. Meeting him the next morning I glanced away. I did not dare to look him in the face. But he looked directly at me with a sharp, menacing glare. I learned my lesson the hard way: never again did I dare to sneak up and try to listen in on his chanting. I was afraid I would receive something severe for my trouble. From what I had observed of him, if I persisted there was a real chance I'd get just what I was asking for.

It was only later, after long association with him, that I clearly understood just how well he perceived everything going on around him.

Thinking about it now, how could he possibly have been unaware that I was standing there like an idiot and listening so intently. It's obvious – he was fully aware. But before making any comment, he wanted first to wait and check out this stubborn, silly monk. Any further such behavior was bound to invoke a severe response. What amazed me was: each time I crept close to his hut he stopped chanting straight away. He obviously knew exactly what was going on.

Kameradschaft mit Schweinen   

Einen Tag, kurz nach meiner Ankunft, während einer Zeit in der ich sehr Misstrauisch gegenüber Ācariya Mun war, legte ich mich mitten an helllichten Tag nieder und döste ein. Als ich eingeschlafen war, erschien Ācariya Mun in meinem Traum und scheltete mich: "Warum schläfst du wie ein Schwein? Das hier ist keine Scheinefarm! Ich kann keine Mönche tolerieren, die hier her kommen um die Weg der Scheine zu lernen. Du verwandelst diesen Platz in eine Scheinerei!" Seine Stimme brüllte, erbitterte, bedrohte, machte mich ängstlich und leitete mich dazu, mit einem Satz aufzuwachen. Benommen und zitternd, streckte ich meinen Kopf aus der Türe, in Erwartung ihn zu sehen. Ich hatte generell Angst vor ihm, aber ich hatte mich dazu angehalten, dennoch bei ihm zu bleiben. Der Grund war einfach: Es war das Richtige. Darüber hinaus hatte er ein effektives Gegenmittel für Schweine wie mich. So war ich in Panik. Ich streckte meinen Kopf hinaus und sah in alle Richtungen, aber ich sah ihn nirgendwo. Erst dann wurde mein Atem wieder leichter. Später, als sich die Gelegenheit ergab, erzählte ich Ācariya Mun was passiert war. Er erklärte mir meinen Traum so geschickt, daß dies mein Unwohlsein erleichterte, eine Art, der ich nicht immer zugeneigt bin, da sanfte Worte leicht Sorglosigkeit und Selbstzufriedenheit fördern können. Er erklärte mir meinen Traum so:

"Du hast dich erst vor kurzem entschlossen mit einem Lehrer zu leben, und du hast wirklich beschlossen, dieses gut zu tun. Dein Traum ist einfach nur ein Spiegel deines Geisteszustandes. Diese an den Kopf geworfene Beschimpfung, dieses Vorhalten, daß du wie ein Schwein handelst, war das Dhamma, daß dich davor warnte, kein schweineähnliche Neigungen in die Mönchsschaft und die Religion zu bringen. Die meisten Leute tun nur das was ihnen Gefühle sagen, und scheitern den Wert einer menschlichen Geburt und die Konsequenzen von ihren Taten wertzuschätzen. Das macht es ihnen schwierig das gesamte Potenzial von Menschen zu erkennen. Da ist ein altes Sprichwort, das man "noch nicht ganz da" ist. Das bezieht sich auf den grundsätzliche Mangel im menschlichen Vermögen, daß aus einer kaltherzigen Dickfelligkeit gegenüber der Tatsache, das Menschen bessere instinktive Qualitäten besitzen als es Tiere, aufkommt. Diese Haltung fördert solch ein degeneriertes Verhalten, daß manche Menschen an einer Stelle enden, wo nichts mehr zu reparieren ist. Eine leere menschliche Schale, die alle wesenhafte Güte verloren hat. Selbst dann sind sie sich nicht bewußt, was ihnen zugestoßen ist und warum.

"Wenn wir hinreichende Achtsamkeit und Weisheit besitzen, kann uns Dhamma leiten, diesen Umstand für uns selbst zu untersuchen. Dein Traum was eine gute zeitgerechte Warnung, lerne aus ihm. Von nun an kannst du, wenn immer du dich faul fühlst, diesen als einen Ansporn, um deine Trägheit zu überwinden, um notwendige Achtsamkeit aufzurühren, verwenden. Diese Art von Traum ist außergewöhnlich potent. Nicht jeder hat einen Traum wie diesen. Ich begrüße solche Träume, da diese sehr wirksam die Achtsamkeit stimulieren, und diese durchwegs wachsam halten. Dies wiederum beschleunigt den Ablauf in der Meditation und erlaubt dem Herzen Stille, mit gewisser Leichtigkeit, zu finden. Wenn du diese Lehre, die dir das Dhamma hier gegeben hat, annimmst, und es in stete Ausübung steckst, kannst du das baldige Erreichen einer meditative Stille erwarten. Wer weiß, vielleicht durchdringst du die wahre Bedeutung des Dhammas sogar vor jenen, die seit vielen Jahren meditieren. Dein Traum war sehr wertvoll. Es war in keiner Weise ein schlechtes Omen.

"Sei nicht unangemessen furchtsam vor deinem Lehrer. Es würde dich nur dazu führen, dich stets unwohl zu fühlen. Nichts Nützliches ist, aus einer unbegründeten Furcht vor einem Lehrer, zu erwarten. Er hat eine moralische Verpflichtung seine Schüler zu lehren, und nützt dazu alles was ihm zur Verfügung steht. Es ist nicht der Lehrer den du fürchten solltest, sondern Schlechtes, da Schlechtes direkt zu Leiden führt. Ich nehme keine Schüler an, um sie dann einfach nur ohne guten Grund zu bestrafen. Das Training das ein Mönch eingeht ist ein striktes und folgt den Grundsätzen, wie sie von Buddha dargelegt wurden. Eine lehrende Führung muß dieser strikten Logik dieser Grundsätze folgen. Wenn er von Pfad abweicht, werden weder er, noch sein Schüler, davon einen Nutzen haben.

So entspanne deinen Geist, und arbeite hart an deiner Praxis. Anstrengung ist der Schlüssel. Laß dich nicht entmutigen und komm runter. Dhamma gehört allen, die wirklich danach suchen. Buddha schränke den Besitz von Dhamma nicht für bestimmte Personen ein. Jeder der in rechter Weise praktiziert, genießt das selbe Eigentumsrecht. Vergiß diesen besonderen Traum nicht. Reflektiere ihn oft und alle schweinehaften Neigungen werden im Hintergrund verschwinden, so wie Magga, Phala und Nibbāna näher kommen. Dann ist es nur eine Frage der Zeit, bis die Sphäre hinter Dukkha erscheint. Es ist unvermeidbar. Ich bin wirklich erfreut über deinen Traum. Ich habe mich selbst stets mit einer ähnlichen feurigen Intensität geübt, und ich hatte stets gute Resultate.

Ācariya Mun verwendete die Auslegung meines Traumes um einen Jüngling, der neu zum Training kam, anzusprechen. Er war besorgt, daß der Junge das Herz dazu verlieren wurde und es aufgeben würde Anstrengung zu setzen, und sich damit der Bruderschaft mit den Scheinen wiedervereinigt. Dies war der Grund warum er diese Methode der Lehre anderes anwendete. Seine Lehrweise wiederspiegelte stets eine beispiellose Genialität. Während der Zeit, in der mein Geisteszustand zwischen Perioden des Fortschirttes und Perioden des Verlustes schwankte, wartete ich ihn oft, um mit ihm zu sprechen, auf - eine Zeit, von gewissen Stress und Beunruhigung für mich – und er riet mich in selber angenehmer Weise an. Sobald ich ihm meinen Respekt erwies, fragte er mich wie es meinem Citta geht. Wenn es eine Zeit war, in der meine Meditation einen guten Fotschritt zeigte, teilte ich ihm das mit. Dann druckte er seine Zustimmung aus, und hielt mich dazu an, meine gute Arbeit fortzusetzen um Dhukka so bald wie möglich zu durchdringen. Wenn sich meine Meditation verschlechterte, erwähnte ich, daß mein Geist so schlecht beisammen sei, daß es so scheint als wäre alle Freude verweht. Dann wendete er eine liebevolle Haltung an:

"Das ist schlimm. Wohin ist sie gegangen? Na sei mal nicht entmutigt. Stecke einfach das Maximum an Anstrengung in die Praxis und es wird sicher wieder auftauchen. Es ist einfach nur etwas abgewandert. Wenn du deine Anstrengung beschleunigst, wird es schnell von selbst zurück kommen. Das Citta ist wie ein Hund, es folgt unabwendbar seinem Herren, wo immer er auch hingeht. Es würde nicht einfach weglaufen. Verschwende nicht deine Zeit damit, nachzudenken wo es hin gelaufen ist. Wo immer es hin ist, kann es unmöglich davon laufen. Wenn du es schnell wieder zurück haben möchtest, konzentriere dich auf dein Bemühen. Jede Entmutigung wird nur des Cittas Ego aufblasen. Daran glaubend, daß du es wirklich stark vermisst, wird es Fang-mich-doch spielen. So hör einfach auf an das Citta, das du verloren hast, zu denken. Denke anstelle an "Buddho", wiederhole es ständig, wieder und wieder. Wenn das Wort "Buddho", durch das stete Wiederholen in rascher Abfolge, dann geistig errichtet ist, wird Citta von sich selbst zurück eilen. Selbst dann, lass nicht ab von Buddho. Buddho ist Cittas Nahrung und solange da Nahrung ist, wir es immer wieder zurück laufen. Wiederhole "Buddho" daher ständig bis Citta zu seiner Füllung gegessen hat, und dann wird es sich ausrasten müssen. Auch du wirst dich befriedigt fühlen, wenn Citta in Stille ruht. Wenn es still ist, sorgt es nicht dafür verrückt herumzulaufen, und dir Sorgen zu bereiten. Behalte dir diese Übung aufrecht, bis du es nicht mehr verjagen kannst, selbst wenn du möchtest. Das ist eine perfekte Methode für einen Geist, der einen bären Hunger, hat und nicht satt zu kriegen ist. Solange er genug Nahrung hat, wird er nicht weggehen, selbst wenn du ihn verjagen versuchst. Folge meinem Rat, und der Zustand deines Citta wird sich nie wieder verschlechtern. Buddho ist der Schlüssel dazu. So lange da Nahrung ist, wir er nicht herum streunen. Tue wie ich dir sage, und du wirst nie wieder solch eine Niedergeschlagenheit erleben, in der du dein Citta schlimmer und schlimmer werdend siehst.

Das war nun wieder ein von Ācariya Muns entwickelten Lehrmethoden um jene von uns, die wirklich etwas dümmlich waren, zu lehren. Aber zuletzt glaubte ich ihm, in meiner eigenen dummen Art. In gegenteiligen Fall würde ich wahrscheinlich noch immer meinem Geist, in andauernd abfallender Weise nachjagen ohne jede Chance ihn jemals zu fangen. Ich habe diesen Abschnitt hier deshalb geschrieben, um jenen Lesern, die sich hier etwas herausholen wollen, einige nützliche Ansätze zu bekommen, wie kluge Leute Dumme lehren würden. Es ist hier nicht meine Absicht, meine Dummheit oder die milde Behandlung, die ich von Ācariya Mun, zu dieser Zeit empfangen habe, zu glorifizieren.

NACH DER REGENRÜCKZUGSZEIT, kehrte Ācariya Mun kurz nach Ban Na Mon zurück, und ging dann nach Ban Huay Kaen, sich in einem nahe gelegenen Wald niederlassend. Von dort zog er in ein abgelegenes Kloster, am Fuße eines Berges, nahe dem Dorf von Ban Na Sinua, hier für einige Monate verweilend. Während er dort ansässig war, überkam ihm ein Fieber, welches für einige Tage anhielt, das er wie gewohnt, mit der 'therapeutischen Kraft des Dhammas' heilte.

Im April 1942 wanderte er nach Ubon Ratchathani, um am Begräbnis seines Lehrers Ācariya Sao teilzunehmen. Sowie die Totenfeier zu ende war, kehrte er nach Ban Na Mon, für die Regenrückzugszeit zurück. Während dieser Zeit wendete Ācariya Mun ein großes Varietee von Methoden an, um seine Studenten zu maximaler Anstrengung zu pressen, sie ermahnend, daß sie gewissenhaft sein sollen. Er rief alle vier Tage, die gesamte Regenzeit hindurch, ein Treffen ein, vielen Mönchen helfend, sich im Dhamma zu entwickeln und innere Stärke zu erlangen. Viele erfuhren ungewöhnliche Erkenntnisse, welche diese Ācariya Mun berichteten. Ich hatte das Privileg, diesen Erfahrungsmitteilungen mitzuhören, obwohl ich in meiner Ausübung nicht so vollkommen war, wie viele andere. Viele erinnerungswürdige Dinge kamen während dieser Regenrückzugszeit auf, Dinge die nicht niemals vergaß. Ich werde mich der außergewöhnlichen Erfahrungen, für den Rest meines Lebens erinnern.

Während dieser Rückzugszeit begann Ācariya Mun uns mit harten Zwangsmaßnahmen zu messen, und behandelte uns mehr wie alte Fußabstreifer. Bis dorthin hatte er relative milde Methoden verwendet, ein blindes Auge unseren Unzulänglichkeiten zuwendend. Er hatte sich wahrscheinlich entschlossen, daß es an der Zeit war, mit uns streng zu werden. Wenn er fortgesetzt hätte unsere Hänger auf unbestimmte Zeit zu tolerieren, hätte es sich stets gemüßigt gefühlt, und seine Schüler wären nie von deren Schlummer lange genug erwacht, um ihre Augen zu öffnen, und die Erde, den Himmel, den Mond und die Sterne zu sehen. Als Ergebnis waren alle Mönche angestrengt Meditationausübung zu tun, und erfreut über die Erkenntnisse, die sie von deren Anstrengung erlangten. Die Mönche beschrieben Ācariya Mun fortwährend deren innere Erfahrungen, sodaß er ihnen helfen konnte, deren Verständnis zu erweitern. Zur selben Zeit hatte er ihnen aufgezeigt, wie sie jene Aspekte deren Ausübung vervollkommnen könnten, die immer noch Verbesserung benötigten. Er tat sein Bestes, jede Frage die ihm gestellt wurde, zu beantworten. Diese Frage-und-Antwort-Sitzungen, wenn er einzelnen Rat gab, nahmen praktische Aspekte des Dhammas ein. Seine Entgegnungen an die Mönchen, die ihn mit deren meditativen Erfahrungen aufwarteten, waren niemals berechenbar, und der speziellen Natur der Erfahrung, oder der Frage in Diskussion, gewidmet. Er antwortete stets in einer Art, wie sie am Besten für den einzelnen Schüler paßte, erläuterte Punkte der Ausübung, und empfahl Techniken, angemessen für die jeweilige Ebene der Ausübung. Jene von uns, die das Privileg hatten, zuzuhören, genossen speziell das Hören der Meditationserfahrungen und Fragen von jenen Mönchen, die eine fortgeschrittene Ebene erlangt hatten. Wir waren da wahrlich fasziniert, und wünschten, daß diese Diskussionen nie enden würden. Wir waren eifrig daran, solchen Austausch so oft wie möglich zu hören, und so das Dhamma, für unserer Herzen Zufriedenheit anzunehmen.

ĀCARIYA MUN BESPRACH viele verschiedene Themen, während dieser Versammlungen. Er erzählte uns von vergangenen Leben. Er gab die einleitenden Stufen seiner eigenen Ausübung bekannt, inklusive Einsichten in verschiedene Erscheinungen, die in seiner Meditation aufgekommen waren. Er führte über die Methoden aus, die er selbst anwendete, um sich aus dem Sumpf von Saṁsāra zu befreien, bis zu einem Punkt, an dem er an der Überwindung der Welt der konventionellen Realität angrenzte, und wie diese letztliche Überwindung tatsächlich passierte. Reden über seine erhabenen Erlangungen, machten uns alle, die wir nach den Durchdringen des Dhammas sehnten, bestrebt, es für uns selbst zu erlangen. Dieses leitete manche von uns dazu an, sich etwas entmutigt zu fühlen, sich fragend, ob wir genug inneres Potenzial hätten, um diese Sphäre des Dhammas, die er zur Vollkommenheit verwirklicht hatte, erfolgreich erreichen würden. Vielleicht würden wir für immer in diesem Sumpf stecken bleiben, unfähig aus dem tiefen Loch von Saṁsāra zu kommen. Wie kommt es, daß er Befreiung erlangen kann, und wir uns, zugleich selbst, nicht aus dem Schlaf erheben? Wann werden wir fähig sein, die selbe überweltliche Freiheit zu erlangen, die er hat? Diese Art des Denkens hatte die Herausforderung des Erwachens, einen beharrlichen Entschluß, in uns, um die Schwierigkeiten und den Druck, zusammen mit unseren Anstrengungen zu tolerieren. Dieses wiederum erleichtere jeden Aspekt der Ausübung. Wir waren so inspiriert und energiegeladen von dem Dhamma, das er so freundlich für uns erläuterte, daß alle Sinne von Trägheit und Ermüdung verschwanden. Unser Vertrauen in ihn, gab uns die notwendige Kraft, willig zu sein, die schweren Mühen zu schultern.

Der Erhabene Buddha lehrte uns, daß wir uns mit weisen Leuten abgeben sollen. Die Wahrheit dessen ist offensichtlich für Schüler, die in der Anwesenheit eines guten Lehrer leben, Tag ein und Tag aus seinen hebenden Anweisungen zuzuhören. Deren Enthusiasmus gewinnt an Schwung, sowie seine Lehren schrittweise tiefer in das Gewebe deren Wesens eindringt, und seine tugendhaften Qualitäten letztlich deren Charakter ausgießt. Auch wenn sie nicht erwarten können, ihn in jeder Hinsicht zu übertreffen, können sie zumindest deren Lehrers Tugenden veranschaulichen. Das Gegenteil bewahrheitet sich ebenfalls: Umso mehr wir uns mit Dummen abgeben, desto schlimmer werden wir selbst. Diese zwei Lehren des Buddhas sind gleichermaßen gültig: wir können durch das Abgeben mit guten Leuten, gut werden, oder wir können, durch das Abgeben mit schlechten Leuten, Schaden erleiden. Wenn wir jemanden beobachten, der eine lange Zeit unter dem Training eines guten Lehrers verbracht hat, ist es gegenwärtig, daß er einige standhafte Prinzipien, aus dieser Beziehung, erlangt hat. Im Gegensatz ist es offensichtlich, daß jene, die sich unter die Dummen mischen, bald die selben dummen Eigenschaften, oder vielleicht sogar schlimmere, aufweisen.

Hier beziehe ich mich auf äußere Dummköpfe, die wir in der Gesellschaft treffen. Aber man sollte verstehen, daß da immer noch andere sind, innere Dummköpfe, tief vergraben in den Persönlichkeiten von jedem von uns. Selbst gutbenehmende Leute, wie Mönche und Nonnen, welche die heiligen buddhistischen Roben tragen, erklären offen, des Erhabenen Buddhas Schüler zu sein. Mit inneren Dummköpfen meine ich die feige Dummheit und Ängstlichkeit, die uns einschränkt, des Geistes niederträchtige Instinkte zu erkennen, die nur darauf warten, sich selbst in unedler, degradierender Weise auszudrücken. Viele Leute sind sich der widerlichen Kräfte, vergraben in deren Geister, nicht bewußt. Doch selbst Leute, die sich deren bewußt sind, neigen dazu zu glauben, daß solange diese Dinge innen versteckt sind, und sich nicht in Sprache oder Taten ausdrücken, deren Widerlichkeiten nicht wirklich eine Angelegenheit sind. In Wahrheit sind alle schlechten Dinge, ganz egal wo diese sich aufhalten, wirklich von widerlich Natur. Für schlechte Instinkte ist es nicht notwendig sich äußerlich auszudrücken, um als widerlich zu gelten. Sie sind bereits verheerend widerlich, ans sich und für sich selbst, und müssen als solches behandelt werden

Der weiseste der Weisen, der Erhabene Buddha, lehrte uns, von allen schlechten Dingen abzustehen, und diese zu entwurzeln, sie völlig aus unseren Herzen zu löschen. Der Erhabene Buddha, und seine Arahat-Schüler, waren perfekte Beispiele dieses: Beides, deren Herzen und deren Verhalten, waren frei von Tadel. Wo immer sie lebten, verblieben sie stets unaufgerührt und völlig zufrieden. Aus meine Sicht, begründet auf meiner persönlichen Beobachtung, war Ācariya Mun ein weitere Mönch frei von Tadel. Ich sage das mit voller Überzeugung, volle Verantwortung akzeptierend, denn ich bin sicher, daß es wahr ist. Jede Skeptik sollte mir entgegen gerichtet werden, nicht Ācariya Mun, sein Verschwinden von den Schlingen Māras, ist bereits gut erfüllt.

NACH DER REGENRÜCKZUGSZEIT, setzte Ācariya Mun für viele Monate fort, in Ban Na Mon zu leben. Erst kurz vor der nächsten Regenzeit, kehrte er zurück nach Ban Khok, aber nicht in das selbe Waldkloster, in dem er zuvor lebte. Er bliebt in einem neuen Kloster, erbaut und dargeboten an Ācariya Kongma Chirapuñño. Er fand den Ort sehr passend und bequem, um dort die Regenzeit, mit guter Gesundheit, zu verbringen. Wie üblich, hielt er seine regelmäßigen Treffen ab, um die Mönche einzuweisen.

Zusammengefaßt verblieb Ācariya Mun für drei aufeinander folgende Jahre im Bereich von Ban Huay Kaen, Ban Na Sinuan, Ban Khok, und Ban Na Mon, im Bezirk Tong Khop der Sakon Nakhon Provinz, inklusive drei Regenrückzugszeiten. Wie üblich lehrte er nichtkörperliche Wesen, die ihm kontaktierten, auch wenn weniger Devas in Sakon Nakhon kamen, und deren Besuche weit weniger häufig waren, als jene der Devas von Chiang Mai. Es war wahrscheinlich deshalb, weil die Region weniger abgelegen war, und damit nicht so einsam. Sie neigten dazu nur an religiösen Festtagen, so wie Māgha Pūjā, Visākha Pūjā und an den Einhaltetagen, am Beginn, in der Mitte und am Ende der Regenzeit, zu kommen. Anders als sonst, kamen relativ wenige Devas, um ihn zu besuchen.

Nur eine kleine Gruppe von Mönchen verbrachte diese Regenzeiten mit ihm, da nur eine beschränkte verfügbare Zahl an Hütten war. Er konnte keine neuen Ankömmlinge annehmen, es sei den, da waren Räumlichkeiten. Die Situation war außerhalb der Regenzeit anderes. Da kamen Mönche von von verschiedenen Orten, um unter ihm zu trainieren. Der Rückzugszeit folgend, war eine steter Fluß an Mönchen, die zu ihm ins Kloster kamen, und er bemühte sich stets freundlich, diese in deren Ausübung einzuweisen.

In der Trockenzeit, seiner dritten Regenrückzugszeit folgend, ging eine Gruppe von Leuten aus dem Ban Nong Pheu Na Nai daran, Ācariya Mun zu sehen, und luden ihn ein, mit ihnen zurückzugehen, und nahe deren Dorf zu leben. Er nahm deren Darbietung an, und wurde zu deren Dorf, in Na Nai, Unterbezirk von Phanna Nikhom, in der Sakon Nakhon Provinz, begleitet, wo er seine nächste Regenzeit verbrachte. Er reiste die Distanz von Ban Khok nach Ban Nong Pheu, duch dichten Wald wandernd, auf dem Weg acht Nächte Lager machend. Seinen Weg durch raues, bewaldetes Terrain machend, kam er letztlich ein paar Tage später an.

Bald nachdem er ankam, fiel er einem ernsten Fall von Malaria zum Opfer. Die Symptome dieses Zweiges von Malaria, wechseln zwischen Kämpfen von hohem Fieber und kaltem Schüttelfrost. Es ist ein quälendes Elend, daß für Monate anhält. Jeder der dieser ernsten Malaria zum Opfer fällt, lebt damit es zu ertragen, den das Fieber scheint niemals zu weichen. Es mag für Jahre anhalten, und die Symptome kehren wieder und wieder, nachdem augenscheinlich geheilt gewesen zu sein. Das Fieber kann für fünfzehn Tage, oder vielleicht ein Monat verschwinden, und dann, gerade wenn man denkt, daß es letztlich geheilt ist, kommt es wieder zum Vorschein. Manchmal mögen einige Monate vergehen, bevor er zurück kommt.

Zuvor hatte ich beschrieben, wie Malariafieber Schwiegerleuten verursacht, die Geduld miteinander zu verlieren. Wenn der Schwiegersohn diese bekommt, sollten seiner Fraus Eltern bald kommen, um ihn hochzufuttern. Wenn eines der Elternteile der Frau es hat, sollte der Schwiegersohn schnell daran gehen ihn aufzupäppeln. Der Patient wird zum Mühsal für den Rest der Familie, denn auch wenn er keine schwere Arbeit tut, ißt er stets viel, schlaft ständig, und beschwert sich bitter ohne Ende. Malaria ist ein höchst ermüdende Krankheit, die jedermanns Geduld herausfordert. Wenn sie sich weigert zu vergehen, kann sie sich leicht zu einem chronischen Umstand entwickeln, sich für Jahre nachschleppend. Kleine Kinder, die sich infiziert hatten, hatten üblicher Weise ein geschwollenen, ausgedehnten Bauch und eine fahle, kraftlose Erscheinung. Eingeborene der flach liegenden Ebenen, welche sich in Waldgebieten nieder gelassen hatten, neigen dazu die schlimmsten Opfer dieses Stammes von Malaria zu sein. Eingeborene Waldbewohner, waren nicht immun, auch wenn deren Symptome sich selten so ausdrückten, wie jene der Leute, die aus dem Weiten der Flachlandgebiete kamen.

Malaria war auch unter den Dhutanga-Mönchen üblich, so diese es gerne taten, ausgedehnt durch die bewaldeten Berggebiete, zu wandern. Wäre diese gefürchtete Krankheit etwas wertvolles, etwas zum prahlen, dann könnten ich mit dem Besten prahlen, unter diesen Deva hervorrufenden Auswirkungen, oft gelitten. Es schreckt mich alleine darüber nachzudenken. Ich war von einem Fall von Malaria in meinem ersten Jahr in Ban Nong Pheu betroffen, eine Probe, die mich streng zügelte. Fieber plagte mich die gesamte Regenzeit, hielt dann periodisch in der Trockenzeit an, sich weigernd völlig zu vergehen. Wie könnte ich fehlen gezügelt zu sein? Völlig empfindlich gegenüber Wohl und Weh seiend, wie jeder andere, fürchten Mönche gewöhnlich den Gedanken an Schmerz und Unbehagen.

Einmal ließ sich Ācariya Mun in Ban Nong Pheu nieder, und die Anzahl der Mönche, die kamen, um bei ihm auf regulärer Grundlage zu bleiben, stieg stetig an. Ergänzend zu den Mönchen, die im Kloster lebten, verblieben viele in der Nähe, in der Nachbarschaft anderer kleiner Dörfer. Ein paar Mönche lebten zusammen an einem Platz, fünf oder sechs an einem anderen, und manchmal neun oder zehn an andere Plätzen. Jede dieser Gruppe verweilte an getrennten Plätzen, alle in zu Fuß erreichbarer Entfernung zu Ācariya Muns Kloster. Etwa dreißig bis vierzig Mönche, aus der umliegenden Umgebung, pflegten es, sich zum Uposatha in seinem Kloster zu versammeln. Zusammen mit den ansäßigen Mönchen erreichte die Versammlung fünfzig oder sechzig Personen. Außerhalb der Rückzugszeit, würde diese Zahl manchmal überschritten, so ständig Mönche in Ban Nong Pheu ankamen, um nach Ācariya Muns Anleitung zu suchen. Während dieser Tage verschwanden sie in dem dichten Wald, der das Klostergelände umgab, für deren Ausübung in Abgeschiedenheit. Der Wald in dieser Region war viele zehn Meilen weit, während seine Länge nahezu unendlich war, so er sich über Reihen von überschneidenden Berggebieten erstreckte, die so erschienen als ob sie nicht enden würden.

In diesen Tagen war die gesamte Region des Bezirkes Phanna Nikhom, im Süden der Provinz Kalasin, von Wald bedeckt. Aus diesem Grund zeigte sich Ācariya Muns Kloster als ein hervorragender Ort für Dhutanga-Mönche der Kammaṭṭhāna-Tradition, die dazu verpflichtet waren, der regelmäßigen Rezitation des Pāṭimokkha[146] beizuwohnen, und um Dhamma-Anweisungen von deren Lehrern zu bekommen. Jene, denen Fragen über deren Meditationsausübung aufkamen, könnten diese leicht anbringen. Während der Trockenzeit, wanderten seine Schüler in die umgebenden Berge, in den vielen Höhlen, und unter überhängenden Felsen, überall in dem schroffen Gelände, lebten. Zahlreiche strohbedeckte Hütten übersäeten die Bergketten, wo fünf oder sechs Familien, vom Fruchte ziehen, ihr Leben unterhielten. Viele Dhutanga-Mönche hingen von diesen Gemeinschaften, für deren tägliche Almosenspeise, ab. Doch sie konnten bequem, irgendwo in der Regions dichten Wald, leben, denn kleine Dorfgemeinschaften von zehn bis dreißig Häuser, waren überall verstreut.

Das Dorf Ban Nong Pheu war in einem eher breiten Tal gelegen, umgeben von Bergen. Die Dorfbewohner erhielten, auf dem Land, daß sie freimachen konnten, ihren Lebensunterhalt mit Landwirtschaft. Darüber hinaus erstreckten sich Bergrücken in alle Richtungen, und machen es zu einem idealen Platz für Dhutanga-Mönche, die leicht die Abgeschiedenheit, die sie bevorzugten, fanden. Sich daraus ergebend, lebte eine große Anzahl an von Dhutanga-Mönche in der Region, in der Regenzeit und ebenfalls in der Trockenzeit. Fiele gingen daran Ācariya Mun regelmäßig zu treffen, und wanderten dann zum Ausüben wieder hinaus in die Berge, gingen von dort hinunter, um seine Anleitungen zu hören, und kehrten zu deren Ausübung zurück. Andere reisenden aus anderen Provinzbezirken an, oder selbst andere Regionen, um mit ihm in Ban Nong Pheu zu praktizieren, speziell in der Trockenzeit, wenn das Reisen bequemer war.

Auch Laien brachten die mühevolle Reise hinter sich, um ihren Respekt ihm gegenüber zu erweisen, und seinen Rat zu hören. Sie reisten zu Fuß von allen Orten um die Region, manche davon recht weit abgelegen. Jeder kam zu Fuß, ausgenommen die Älteren und Frauen, die Wandern nicht gewohnt waren und einen Oxenkarren mieteten, um sie zum Kloster zu bringen. Der staubige Pfad erstreckte sich vom Hauptbezirk Phanna Nikhom nach Ban Nong Pheu etwa zwölf Meilen lang, dann einem Pfad folgend, der direkt durch die Berge schnitt. Die weitläufigere Route um die Berge nehmend folgend, war die Entfernung etwa fünfzehn Meilen. Jene, die das Wandern nicht gewohnt waren, wurden es nie die direkte Route geschafft haben, da keinerlei Dorf auf dem Weg war, wo sie Nahrung und Unterschlupf hätten finden können. Die weitläufigere Route hatte ein paar Dörfer entlang des Weges, weit auseinander liegen, und so war auch diese nicht sehr bequem. Mönche die reisten, um Ācariya Mun zu sehen, gingen zu Fuß, da die Straße nach Ban Nong Pheu nicht passend für motorisierten Verkehr war. Was es da an öffentlichen Verkehrsmittel gab, zogen diese sich entlang der Provinzhauptstraßen, und dort nur vereinzelt. Zuspätkommende, verpaßten üblicher Weise deren Fahrt, und vergeudeten einen ganzen Tag um auf die nächste zu warten.

DHUTANGA-MÖNCHE BEVORZUGTEN es zu Fuß zu gehen. Sie fanden die Fahrzeuge unbequem, da diese üblicher Weise voll mit Leuten waren. Ein Dhutanga-Mönch hielt das Wandern von einem Platz zu anderen, einfach als einen anderen Aspekt seiner Meditationsausübung. Sich einmal entschieden welcher Bergkette er folgen wollte, konzentrierte er sich auf seine Ausübung und begann seine Reise, als würde er Gehmeditation tun, und die Waldfährte sein Pfad. Er war nicht voller Sorge, wo das nächste Dorf sein würde, oder ob er es vor der Dunkelheit erreichen würde. Er beschloß bis zur Dunkelheit zu wandern, und sah sich dann um einen Platz zum Rasten um. Am nächsten Morgen ging er bis er das nächstgelegene Dorf erreichte. Dort sammelte er Almosenspeise von den lokalen Bewohner, an denen er vorbei kam. Er war damit zufrieden, was diese opferten. Die Qualität der Nahrung war üblicher Weise mager, aber das sorgte ihn nicht. Wenn es ausreichend war, ihn von einem Tag zum nächsten zu erhalten, war er zufrieden. Sein Mahl gegessen habend, setzte er seine Reise friedlich fort, bis er sein Ziel erreichte. Dort suchte er, bis er einen Ort im Wald fand, der am Besten für seine Erfordernisse paßte. Er gab der Verfügbarkeit von Wasser spezielle Aufmerksamkeit, eine lebensnotwendiges Erfordernis um in der Wildnis zu leben.

Ein Lager an einem passenden Platz eingerichtet, wendete der Dhutanga-Mönch seine Aufmerksamkeit der Aufgabe, der Verstärkens seiner Anstrengung innerlich, zu, abwechselnder Geh- und Sitzmeditation, rund um die Uhr, Tag und Nach. Beschützt durch Achtsamkeit, und unterstützt von den besinnlichen Fähigkeiten der Weisheit, konzentrierte er sich auf einen Dhamma-Gegenstand, passend zu seinem Temperament, so sein Herz in eine friedvolle Gestilltheit von Samādhi eintauchend. Das Samādhi ablegend, sammelte er sich auf das Entwickeln von Weisheit, mit der Untersuchung von was immer Erscheinung in seinem Feld des Bewußtseins auftauchte. Gegenstände beinhalten Eindrücke aus der äußeren Umgebung, die ständig auf die Sinnesfähigkeiten einwirken, und Aspekte der inneren Umgebung, so wie die physischen Elemente und die Sinnesorgane, welche ständig schwanken, so sie immerwährend in Bewegung sind. Er meditierte über Viparināmadhamma: das alle Dinge fortdauernd kommen und gehen, Gegenstand von Instabilität und ständiger Veränderung sind. Er benutzte Weisheit durch gründliche Untersuchung seines Körpers und Geist, um deren Natur klar zu verstehen, schrittweise von der Anhaftung an ihnen loslassend. Weisheit war das Werkzeug, daß er benutze, um das gesamte Wurzelsystem der Kilesas auszuschalten, umbarmherzig ihnen Stamm, Wurzeln und alles andere zerstörend. Sein Geist war für einen einzigen Zweck fixiert: die Untersuchung aller aufkommenden Erscheinungen. Alles was in Berührung mit dem Geist kam, wurde im Begriffen von den Ti-lakkhaṇa[147] angesehen, um Erkenntnis in deren wahre Natur zu erlangen, und so die damit verbundenen Kilesas zu zerstören. Jeder Dhutanga-Mönch, der sich unsicher wegen seine Art der Ausübung fühlte, kehrte so schnell wie möglich zu Ācariya Mun zurück, um ihn für eine Aufklärung zu befragen. Sobald seine Zweifel gelegt waren, ging er, und kehrte in die Zurückgezogenheit der Berge zurück, um in seiner spirituellen Entwicklung weiter zu kommen.

Viel Dhutanga-Mönche hingen von Ācariya Mun ab, ihnen Anleitung in der Meditation zu geben. Da war nicht genug Raum in seinem Kloster, um sie alle unterbringen zu können. Und so lebten sie, nach dem Empfang der Anleitungen, auf den umgebenden Hügeln und in den angrenzenden Wäldern. Strömten in verschiedene Richtungen aus, entweder alleine, oder in Paaren, jeder Mönch nach einem abgelegenen Platz suchend, um sein Lager innerhalb der Gehreichweite zu Ācariya Mun Kloster einzurichten. Auf diese Weise konnten sie umkehren, und ihn ohne viele Umstände wieder sehen. Abhängig von den einzelnen Vorzügen, lebten einige Mönche drei oder vier Meilen entfernt, andere fünf bis acht Meilen, während ein paar so fern wie zwölf bis fünfzehn Kilometer lebten. Mönche die eine Distanz von zwölf Kilometer und mehr reisten um Ācariya Mun aufzusuchen, verblieben in der Nacht in seinem Kloster, bevor sie zurück zu denen entsprechenden Platz kehrten.

Die Fährten die Wald- und Bergsiedlungen verbanden, wahren sehr unterschiedlich zu den Provinzstraßen, wie man sie heute überall sieht. Sie waren mehr staubige Pfade, welche diese Gemeinden für Jahre nutzen, um miteinander in Verbindung zu bleiben, und alle ansässigen Leute waren mit den Routen bekannt. Nachdem die Dorfbewohner nur selten längere Ausflüge unternahmen, waren die Fährten oft von Unterholz überwachsen und bedeckt. Jeder, der mit dem Netzwerk der Fährten nicht bekannt war, mußte sehr vorsichtig sein, nicht die falsche Abzweigung zu nehmen und im weitläufigen waldigen Gelände verloren gehen. Man konnte in einer Gegend enden, wo weit und breit keinerlei Siedlungen waren. Solche langgezogenen Reisen erforderten spezielle Vorsicht, den ein Reisender, der seinen Weg verlor, würde nahezu sicher damit Enden, die Nacht in der Wildnis, ohne Nahrung zu verbringen. Abseits davon würde er niemals sicher seinen Weg heraus finden, außer er würde auf einen Jäger treffen, der ihm die richtige Richtung aufzeigt, oder ihn zurück auf den Hauptpfad zu seinem Zielort begleitete.

Harte Trainingsmethoden   

Dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna monks were motivated by their great enthusiasm for Dhamma. They regularly endured many hardships: in their wandering lifestyle, in their living conditions, and in their mode of practice. It was difficult for them to find an excellent teacher like Ācariya Mun, a teacher capable of training them in the authentic way, thus bringing joy to their practice. Whenever they met him, they were as excited as small children greeting their parents. The devotion and affection they felt combined to give them a feeling of complete confidence in him. Their lives and well-being were placed solely in his hands. Dhutanga monks naturally tended to have immense faith in their teacher, revering him so much that they would willingly give up their lives for him without regrets. Even when living apart from him, they continued to feel an extraordinary sense of obligation to their teacher. No matter how much hardship they endured, or how difficult their training was, they were contented to persevere so long as their teacher was supportive. They could manage to put up with the deprivations they suffered daily – going without, as often as not – because they were convinced in their hearts that Dhamma was more important than anything else. There were times when they had to sleep in the pouring rain through the night, shivering like little birds. Still, their determination to endure adversity for the sake of Dhamma never wavered.

It was always very interesting to hear dhutanga monks discuss their experiences of wandering through remote forest areas. The way they practiced, the way they endured – it was pitiable how, due to extreme deprivations, they lived in the forest like wild animals, often sleeping on the ground without shelter. They used a variety of techniques to intensify their meditation, experimenting until they found the ones that best suited their character. They tried: going without sleep; reducing the amount of food they ate; fasting entirely for as many days as they could reasonably manage; walking in meditation all night, from dusk until dawn; sitting in samādhi for many hours at a stretch; sitting in samādhi all night, from dusk to dawn; sitting in samādhi on a trail used by tigers when entering their lair; sitting in samādhi at night on forest trails frequented by tigers; sitting in samādhi in a cemetery on the day a corpse was being cremated; sitting in samādhi at the edge of a precipice; venturing deep into the mountains at night looking for a particularly scary place to sit in samādhi; sitting in samādhi late at night at the foot of a tree in a tiger-infested area, relying on the threat of danger to help the citta attain calm. These methods were all practiced with the same aim in mind – to torment thecitta, and so forcibly tame its unruly nature.

When a monk discovered that any one or more of these techniques matched his individual temperament, he used it to good effect, focusing his mind and strengthening his resolve, thus achieving his objective and learning many valuable lessons in the process. For this reason, dhutanga monks actually preferred such harrowing practices. Ācariya Mun himself had used them and so liked to encourage his monks to do likewise, insisting that this was the way clever people trained themselves. These techniques have never been abandoned – they are still being practiced by dhutanga monks today.

The training we undertake to develop our spiritual worth requires a fair amount of coercion to be successful. The hardships we experience are insignificant when compared with the good results we gain: virtue, contentment, discipline, and firm Dhamma principles to supervise and maintain our lives – all qualities that people highly value. Only useless junk and cadavers require no maintenance. The personal worth we hope to realize will only arise through conscientious self-improvement, so we should work to maintain this purpose in our lives. By this means, we will be good, happy, prosperous people now and in the future. Dhutanga monks therefore deserve a lot of respect for refusing to allow adversity and hardship to hinder their practice, thus clearing the way for Dhamma to develop in their hearts.

So long as people are interested in practicing Dhamma properly, the Buddha's sāsana will last indefinitely in the world. The sāsana rewards those truly desiring Dhamma who practice accordingly, giving excellent results at every step along the path. This principle was embodied in the Lord Buddha, who was earnest in his pursuit of Truth – a Truth that he fully realized and then taught to the world. Those who truly believe in Buddhism are those who earnestly pursue Truth. They never practice in a halfhearted, inept manner, thus impeding the sāsana's progress and devaluing it to the extent that non-Buddhists find cause to be contemptuous. The genuine sāsana are the very Noble Truths that deserve to be proclaimed and accepted throughout the universe without concern about their validity, since they are true natural principles emanating directly from the Buddha's absolute purity –unless, of course, one is uninterested in Truth or unable to understand it. In that case, the sāsana may simply be held hostage within the countless diverse opinions of people whose hearts are totally obscured by a mass of deep-rooted kilesas – a veil of defilements that the sāsana has long since thoroughly penetrated.

Please excuse me for this lengthy digression – it shows I lack the firm principles needed to restrain my wayward tendencies. I would like to continue discussing those Harte Trainingsmethoden that dhutanga monks tended to use until they became second nature. Diligently practiced, each of these methods produces clear-cut results. They help diminish the unruly, arrogant nature of the mind, a condition exacerbated by excessive physical vitality. Reducing the intake of food, fasting, going without sleep, or other harsh methods, such as walking or sitting in meditation continuously for long periods of time – all of these practices provide the heart with the strength required to advance easily on the path of Dhamma. Other practices are designed for those who are scared of tigers or ghosts, which when practiced unflinchingly, force the heart to turn inward where its true sanctuary lies, remaining there until calm and courage arise. Fears can be alleviated, or even banished, by such means. The citta then comes to realize its own strength and ability so that when it is driven into a corner at a truly critical juncture – for example, when the body is racked by excruciating pain – it has the means to emerge victorious, and survive. Normally, mindfulness and wisdom are fully aroused only when the citta is placed in a critical situation. Otherwise, they never have a chance to realize their full potential.

An excellent way to develop the capacity of mindfulness and wisdom to act boldly in full knowledge of their true potential is to use our basic ingenuity, experimenting with various forceful techniques until we find those that best suit us. Our hearts then remain unperturbed, regardless of what happens. Each of these methods brings its own distinct results. Those who have long suffered from fear of ghosts can rid themselves of this debilitating fear by forcing themselves to spend the night in a cemetery. Those who are terrified of wild animals, like tigers, can overcome this fear by forcing themselves to spend the night alone in terrifying wilderness. Those who have persistent craving for food can alleviate it, or even overcome it, by drastically reducing the amount they eat, or by going on fast.

We all appreciate good food. We tend to believe that eating a lot of good, tasty food will make us happy. The trouble is: greed never accepts that it's had enough. It always hankers for more. No matter how much discontent it causes us, we fail to consider that the dissatisfaction stems from our tendency to overindulge. So, those of us practicing Dhamma for the sake of understanding ourselves and our attachments must investigate such desires and exercise some forceful restraints on their excesses. In the case of dhutanga monks, this sometimes takes the form of self-imposed austerities. When a monk notices that a certain type of food kindles an unseemly craving in his heart, he punishes the craving by refusing to eat that food. Instead, he eats things that he feels no desire for. If he feels that he'd like to eat a lot, he eats only a little instead. Or he may eat only plain rice, even though there are plenty of other foods to choose from. Those foods which invigorate the body may hamper his citta by overwhelming its mental faculties, thus making meditation more difficult. His practice then fails to progress as it should, despite the fact that he is striving with the same intensity as ever. Once he realizes the cause of the problem, he strives to eliminate it by adamantly refusing to follow the greed in his heart. This is the attitude of a monk truly committed to training himself under the guidance of a good teacher: he resists any temptation to follow his usual self-indulgent tendencies.

Just as a dhutanga monk trains himself to be moderate and restrained in what he eats, so too, when he goes to sleep, he determines to awaken at a predetermined time. He doesn't just let sleep take its course, waking him up randomly whenever it so desires. He trains himself to carefully consider the appropriateness of his actions. He resists doing anything that may violate the ethical principles of Dhamma and therefore be inappropriate, even though it may not strictly be in violation of the disciplinary rules. He strives to inculcate Dhamma within his heart so that it steadily flourishes, never deteriorating – an extremely difficult task. So difficult, in fact, that no other endeavor can compare with it.

When, however, we inculcate the ways of the world in our hearts, defilements easily arise and flourish, then wait there ready to cause harm whenever we're off guard. We can never manage to bring them under control. In an instant, they furtively infiltrate our hearts and multiply until we cannot keep track of them all. We can be sure they will cause us nothing but trouble. They arise and flourish so quickly that, within the blink of an eye, they are everywhere, and we are helpless to catch them. Sexual craving[148] is one such defilement – very easy to arise but so difficult to purge. Sexual craving creates a destructive, offensive state of mind that tends to express itself with unrivaled audacity. Because everyone in the world is so fond of it, it becomes emboldened, causing destruction everywhere while ignoring the moral consequences. It does show some fear of people with Dhamma in their hearts. But, more than anything else, it is terrified of the Lord Buddha and the Arahants. Since these Noble Ones have completely demolished its normal playground, sexual craving does not dare enter their hearts to prowl around. But it still creates plenty of trouble for the rest of us who remain under its power.

Dhutanga monks are aware that these oppressive kilesas are obstructing their spiritual progress. That's the reason they torture themselves with such arduous training practices. For kilesas are not in the least disconcerted by the fact that monks have ordained into the holy life and wear the yellow robes: the distinctive 'badge of victory' for those who defeat the forces of Māra. They invariably try to convince monks to give up the yellow robes and the spiritual quest they symbolize, refusing to admit defeat regardless of a monk's age or seniority. For this reason, dhutanga monks feel compelled to use coercive methods in their struggle to eradicate the kilesas from their hearts. They endure and press ahead in spite of the difficulties, battling pain and discomfort but never reversing course. Otherwise, the kilesas will make fun of them as they disgrace themselves and the yellow robes they wear. Even more damaging is the discredit they do to the monkhood – an order of spiritual warriors who never accept defeat – and the sāsana which is the principal basis for all mankind. Better they sacrifice their lives to redeem themselves and the yellow robes, than allow themselves to perish in disgrace. In that way, they redeem the monkhood and the religion as well.

Dhutanga monks use such exhortations to embolden themselves to strive for victory, thus honoring the Dhamma that some day will undoubtedly lead them to that sublime domain beyond dukkha. Only the Dhamma of the Lord Buddha is capable of showing the way to that sublime transcendence. It is without a doubt the one straight path leading to the land beyond suffering. There is not a more esoteric way that can be taken to avoid the difficulty of putting maximum effort into the practice. Alternative paths are all littered with stumbling blocks that constantly thwart the wayfarer's hopes of success. They inevitably cause pain and frustration, leading to despair and a lack of confidence that the chosen way will ever lead to a state of total freedom.

Before emerging as a revered teacher of such renown, Ācariya Mun practiced with the attitude that cemeteries were irrelevant to him. That is, he was prepared to discard his body wherever he happened to be when he breathed his last breath. He felt no qualms about dying for the sake of Dhamma. Later, when instructing his students, he taught them in a forceful, dynamic fashion that stressed the sharp, incisive tactics he had honed to perfection in his own practice. His teaching was mentally stimulating, helping his students constantly develop new skills to see through the cunning tricks of the kilesas and thus uproot and destroy them once and for all. Only then would they be safely out of danger, living contentedly without dukkha. They would no longer meander through the round of saṁsāra, where one birth changes into another continuously, but the dukkha, that is carried around in the heart, remains unchanged – regardless of how many times one is reborn. Since each new life is merely a new instrument for one's own destruction, no one should be satisfied with birth in any realm of existence. It is equivalent to a prisoner changing cells within the same prison: as long as he remains imprisoned, there is no fundamental improvement. The wise well understand the dangers of the cycle of repeated birth and death. It's as though with each new birth the heart has moved into yet another house that is on fire: no matter where it's reborn it can never escape the threat of danger. This is but a small taste of how Ācariya Mun routinely taught his dhutanga disciples. Perhaps some of my readers will discover an affinity for his style of teaching.

ON UPOSATHA OBSERVANCE days, when as many as forty to fifty additional monks attended from various locations, Ācariya Mun gave discourses on Dhamma that generally differed from those he gave exclusively to the monks who regularly lived with him. Although his uposatha discourses were often forceful and profound, they could not match the ones given regularly to the monks living in his monastery. Those talks were truly dynamic, and penetrating. Each time he spoke, the impact of his Dhamma was so powerful it seemed to dispel the kilesas from the hearts of his listeners, as if the whole world had momentarily vanished from their awareness. What remained was an awareness of the heart united in perfect harmony with Dhamma, an experience so amazing and gratifying it defies description. For days thereafter the dynamic power of his Dhamma seemed to subdue their kilesas, as though he had issued them all a defiant challenge. Inevitably, their kilesas gradually reemerged after several days, until they were finally back in full force. By then, another meeting had been scheduled where Ācariya Mun subdued them once more, giving the monks a few more days of relief.

All dhutanga monks earnestly striving to reach the Dhamma that transcends dukkha feel an exceptionally strong bond with their teacher. Eradicating the kilesas requires that individual effort be inextricably combined with the help and advice of a good teacher. When confronted with an intractable problem, a monk practicing on his own will hurry back to consult his teacher who clarifies the nature of the problem, allowing the student to understand its underlying causes and so overcome his doubts. Sometimes while a monk is struggling with a problem which is too complex for him to resolve on his own, his teacher unexpectedly explains the solution of that very problem to him, immediately eliminating that obstacle so his student can proceed unhindered.

Practicing monks are able to determine the precise levels of Dhamma that their fellows, and even their teacher, have attained by listening to their discussions about meditation practice. This knowledge helps to foster an atmosphere of mutual trust within the circle of practice. When a monk explains the nature of his experiences and the stages he has passed through, from that description it is possible to immediately determine the level of Dhamma he has realized. When a student tells the teacher about his experiences in meditation, or when he asks advice about a specific problem, he can assess his teacher's level of attainment at that time by gauging his responses. If the teacher has passed beyond that point himself, he is already familiar with those experiences, and he is able to use them as a starting point to advise his student on how to proceed. Or, in the case of a specific problem, he is able to pinpoint the nature of the problem in such a precise way that the student accepts his advice without reservation. Perhaps a student deludes himself into thinking he has reached the highest level of Dhamma, having completely transcended the different stages. But, the teacher, through his own experience, knows this to be untrue. The teacher must then explain to his student why he is wrong, pointing out exactly where his thinking went astray. Once he is willing to accept the validity of his teacher's reasoning, he can safely avoid such dangers.

Once dhutanga monks have discussed the various aspects of meditation practice among themselves and reach the point where they know and accept the truth of their respective levels of attainment, there is then no need for further confirmation. The principles of truth that have been discussed constitute their own proof. Practicing monks use this knowledge to determine one another's level of Dhamma. From the teacher on down to the junior monks, they all rely on evidence gathered in this way. As for intuitive knowledge of these matters, it requires an inner faculty to which I can lay no claim. I shall leave this matter to those with the appropriate expertise. It is a special case requiring individual skill.

The regular conversations on meditation that Ācariya Mun held with his disciples enabled them to develop close personal relationships with him. Due to the profound respect this tutelage inspired, they willingly entrusted their lives to his care. This deep faith induced them to unreservedly accept as true whatever he told them, for he always spoke about principles of truth, never presenting mere opinions or guesswork based on information from other sources.

I myself have always been someone with strong views, being reluctant to submit to anyone's judgment. So I liked to argue with him. In this respect, I admit to being one of Ācariya Mun's more annoying and contentious disciples. Sometimes I was so caught up in disputing an issue with him that I forgot I was a student seeking his guidance – not a teacher instructing him. I still pride myself on my audacity to speak up, having no sense of misgiving. Although he then slapped me down and chopped me to pieces, the important thing was: I was able to learn for myself whether the truth lay in my opinions, or in the wisdom of my teacher. When I argued with him, it sounded like a shouting match. The more I pressed my case, the more I realized that he had all the truth on his side. I had only my inane fallacies, piled up all around me. I always fought a losing battle. When the dust settled, I thought long and hard about what he said, respectfully accepting its truth with all my heart. At the same time, I made a mental note of my misconceptions. On occasions when I refused to yield to his reasoning because I still couldn't understand what he was getting at, I would wait for another opportunity to debate with him. But I always came away bruised and battered by the power of his reasoning, my opinions tied in knots. Still, I could not resist smiling to myself, delighted by the mighty power of his Dhamma.

Although Ācariya Mun realized full well that I was wildly opinionated, he did not scold me or try to force me to change my attitude. Instead, he could not help but smile when looking at me. He may have been thinking how insufferable I was; or he may have felt sorry for this idiot who liked fighting with such diehard assurance. I must admit: I was never a very fine person. Even today, I still shamelessly argue with senior ācariyas. But it's paid off for me in the sense that I've learned many unusual lessons this way which form a valuable part of my education to this day. These monks never seem to mind my intrusions; in fact, they are often amused by them. It's not so often that a stubborn old monk drops by to stir things up. Ordinarily, no one dares come and argue with one of these ācariyas. So when the monks in his monastery hear what's going on, they become rather puzzled – and more than a little alarmed.

AFTER LEAVING CHIANG MAI, where he passed beyond the thick jungle of repeated birth and death, he invariably had a profound reason in mind when he decided to live in any one place for a long time, although he kept these reasons to himself. Nakhon Ratchasima was a case in point. Many monks and lay people there had long developed a true devotion to Dhamma; so, many of them came to study with him as accomplished meditators. Later, some followed him to Udon Thani and Sakon Nakhon where they continued to study with him until he died. The monks and laity from Nakhon Ratchasima who kept in contact with him were all well established in meditation practice. Some of those monks have since become famous ācariyas who possess a firm basis of Dhamma in their hearts, and are still teaching monks and laity today. Many lay devotees have continued to see steady progress in meditation. Today, they show the way of generosity and spiritual development to other devotees in the area in a truly commendable fashion.

He next settled at Udon Thani, where he spent the rains retreat. Chao Khun Dhammachedi, the abbot of Wat Bodhisomphon monastery, was an influential monk with a large following of monks and lay supporters. He praised Ācariya Mun's preeminence, encouraging them all to make his acquaintance, offer donations and, above all, hear his teaching. Since his ordination, Chao Khun Dhammachedi had been a devoted disciple, and Ācariya Mun reciprocated by showing unusual kindness and affection toward him – thus, his willingness to stay several years in Udon Thani.

Later after moving to Sakon Nakhon and living at Ban Na Mon, Ācariya Mun met an elderly, white-robed nun who ran a small convent in the village. She was a major reason why he remained there as long as he did: her meditation was exceptionally good. She had developed a firm basis in Dhamma, so Ācariya Mun gave her regular instructions on practice. He said it was rare to find someone so accomplished.

Ācariya Mun's lengthy residence at Ban Nong Pheu was prompted by both the significance of the location and the people living in the village. The place was centrally situated in a very broad valley, completely surrounded by mountains, making it an ideal environment for the dhutanga life. Living in the village was an elderly white-robed lay woman who was approaching eighty. Much like the elderly nun at Ban Na Mon, she was an accomplished meditator who always received special attention from Ācariya Mun. She consulted him often, walking with difficulty from her home to the monastery. Shuffling slowly along, supported by a cane, she had to stop for rest three or four times before she finally arrived at the monastery, exhausted and out of breath. We all truly felt sorry for her. Seeing her struggle so painfully, Ācariya Mun would feign disapproval: "Why come all the way out here? Don't you realize how exhausted you are? Even children know when they're tired. Here you are eighty, ninety years old, yet you still don't know when you're worn out. Why do you take all the trouble to come here?"

Her reply was always characteristically straightforward and fearless. He then inquired about her meditation and explained various aspects of Dhamma relating to it. Not only had this woman developed a solid foundation for her meditation, she also possessed paracittavijjā, the psychic ability to know the fundamental moral bias of a person's heart. On top of that, she had a knack for perceiving unusual external phenomena. Addressing Ācariya Mun, she recounted these extraordinary perceptions with a daring self-assurance that amused him, causing him to laugh about her indomitable spirit.

"Your citta has long since gone beyond", she boldly declared. "I've been aware of your citta for a long time – it's absolutely without parallel. Since your citta is already so supreme, why do you continue to meditate?"

Ācariya Mun laughed. "I will resolutely continue meditating until the day I die. A disciple of the Buddha never allows his resolve to weaken."

To this she said: "If you still had more to accomplish, I could understand that. But your heart is already filled by an exceedingly luminous radiance. How can you go further than that with meditation? I look at your citta and see its radiance encompassing the whole world. Your awareness extends everywhere – nothing can possibly obstruct its scope. But my own citta sadly lacks such supreme qualities, which is why I must come to ask your help. Please tell me: how should I practice to attain the same preeminence you have?"

Hearing her discussions with Ācariya Mun, one sensed that her meditation was truly exceptional. Upon encountering a problem, she inevitably started dragging herself slowly down the path to the monastery, with her cane keeping her company. Ācariya Mun was especially kind to her: he made a point of advising her every time she came. On such occasions, the monks would sneak up to listen quietly at one side of the meeting hall where their discussions were held, eager to hear her questions and his answers. Because her questions arose directly from her own experiences in meditation, these exchanges fascinated the monks. Some of her doubts concerned internal matters, focusing on intrinsic Noble Truths; other questions related to external affairs and focused on the deva and brahma realms. If Ācariya Mun accepted her understanding of these matters as being correct, he encouraged her to continue her investigations. But if he did not agree with the course she was pursuing, he advised her to forgo that approach, explaining how she should adjust her practice to set it right.

Her claims to knowing their minds intrigued the monks who, though eager to hear her insights, were also rather apprehensive about what they might reveal. But she always described an impressive vision: radiant auras of increasing brilliance, from the young novices on up to Ācariya Mun, resembling the night sky's array of stars and planets: some were bright, some less so. It was a majestic sight, for not even the junior monks or young novices had somber, gloomy states of mind. Each being admirable, every monk was worthy of respect in his own way as he strove to improve and refine himself spiritually. Sometimes she recounted her visits to the brahmaloka, describing how she saw large numbers of monks, but no lay people. This puzzled her, so she asked Ācariya Mun to explain – which he did.

"The brahmaloka is mostly inhabited by monks who have already attained the level of Anāgāmī, that's why. When a monk who has attained Anāgāmī dies, he is reborn in the brahmaloka. Very few lay people develop themselves to that level, so they rarely gain access to the brahma realms. Thus you saw only monks there, but no lay people. Another thing: if you're so curious, why didn't you ask one of the monks you saw? Neglecting to ask them while you were there, you now want to come and ask me."

She laughed. "I forgot to ask them. I didn't think about it until I'd come back down, so I decided to ask you. If I remember, next time I go up I'll ask those monks.l

Ācariya Mun's explanations usually had a dual purpose: to expound the truth of the matter, and then to clear up her doubts. Later he discouraged her from sending out her awareness to perceive external phenomena, for it used up the valuable time she needed to spend investigating internal phenomena and the basic principles underlying them – investigations leading directly to the realization of magga and phala. Obediently, she practiced as he advised. He often praised this woman's meditation practice, telling his monks of her high achievements in Dhamma – a level of success that many of them could not emulate.

Her practice, no doubt, was a factor in his decision to live so long at Ban Nong Pheu – the longest residence of his monastic life. Also, it was a convenient central location serving all the practicing monks living and wandering in the surrounding area. Well within walking distance of his monastery were many secluded places, suitable for practice. Monks had a choice of staying in wooded lowlands, high mountains, or caves – all being environments conducive to the ascetic way of life.

Ācariya Mun lived at Ban Nong Pheu monastery for five years. Because of his advanced age – he was seventy-five years old with failing health when he began staying there – he remained within the confines of the monastery all year, unable to wander extensively as he had in the past. He was content to provide sanctuary to all his disciples earnestly seeking Dhamma. While he was living there, the devas seldom contacted him, tending to visit only on certain special occasions. So he concentrated his efforts on assisting the monks and laity more than he had at other places.

Die therapeutischen Qualitäten des Dhammas   

Das Ban Nong Pheu Kloster war von einem dichten Regenwald, in dem Malaria weit verbreitet war, umgeben. Sowie die Regenzeit nahte, empfahl Ācariya Mun die Mönche, die nur hier waren, um ihn zu besuchen, sich zu beeilen, bevor das regnerische Wetter kommen würde. In der trockenen Saison, konnten sie ohne Risiko bleiben. Mönche, die Opfer von Malaria wurden, mußten einfach mit den schwächenden Symptomen leben. Sie hatten keinen Zugang zu Anti-Malariamedizin. Solche Medizin war damals überall sehr rar. So mußten sie sich stattdessen auf die "therapeutischen Qualitäten des Dhammas" stützen. Das bedeutet schmerzvolle Empfindungen, mit einem intensiven, schnittigen Grad an Achtsamkeit und Weisheit, zu untersuchen. Neben diesem gab es keine effektiven Mittel den Schmerz zu lindern. Wenn sie erfolgreich waren, senkten sie das Fieber und verursachten damit eine Heilung, viel schneller als man es normalerweise erwarten würde.

Ein beherzigter Mönch, der mit der Kraft von Achtsamkeit und Weisheit, erfolgreich die schmerzvollen Empfindungen einer Krankheit überwindet, erzeugt damit eine solide Grundlage, die ihm in Zeiten guter Gesundheit, wie auch Zeiten schlechter Gesundheit sehr dienlich sein wird. Letztlich wird er sich zum Zeitpunkt des bevorstehenden Todes nicht schwach und ohnmächtig fühlen und davon nicht überwältigt werden. Erfolgreich die Herrschaft über die Wahrheit von Dukkha hergestellt, ist das Körperliche nur einem natürlichen Ablauf, den wir "Tod" nennen, ausgesetzt. Achtsamkeit und Weisheit haben ihm gelernt, Dukkhas wesentliche Natur zu erkennen, und so entsteht ihm kein Kummer mit dem Schmerz. Er hält stets eine gefestigte Grundlage der Wahrheit, die er aus Untersuchungen erkannt hat, aufrecht. Später, wenn kritische Situationen aufkommen mögen, wird ihm die Achtsamkeit und Weisheit, die er zu einer Gewandtheit geübt hat, zur Hilfe kommen. Er kann deren grundlegenden Fähigkeiten nutzen, um Schmerz zu überwinden und unverzüglich Sicherheit erreichen. In dieser Weise geübt, werden Achtsamkeit und Weisheit ihre Pflichten nicht aufgeben und ihm einfach in den Elend wälzend zurücklassen, wie es für ihn, bevor er die wahre Natur von Dukkha erkannte, war. Ganz im Gegenteil, werden sie sich unverzüglich um den Feind kümmern. Die äußeren Erscheinungen von Krankheiten werden die gleichen sein, wie für jede andere Person. So wird er schwach und ausgelaugt wie jeder andere wirken. Aber innerlich werden sich Achtsamkeit und Weisheit in seinem Herzen, wie Soldaten, die sich für einen Kampf vorbereiten, manifestieren. Dann wird kein Ausmaß von Schmerz seinen Geisteszustand berühren. Seine einzige Erwägung wird die innere Suche nach der wahren ursächlichen Grundlage des physischen Körpers, der schmerzvollen Empfindung, Citta und der mentalen Phänomene, die im Zusammenhang mit ihnen aufkommen,[149] sein, da dies genau der Platz ist wo die volle Intensität von Dukkha, in diesem Moment, zusammenfließt. Da seine Fähigkeit dem Schmerz zu entgegnen und seine Auswirkung zu dulden, für ihm kein Thema mehr sind, ist seine Überzeugung unerschütterlich. Sein primäres Anliegen ist, ob Achtsamkeit und Weisheit erfolgreich, die gesamte Wahrheit dieser Phänomene, rechtzeitig erfassen.

Wenn eine Mönch einmal eine Wahrheit des Dhammas, wie die Wahrheit von Dukkha, bis zum völligen Verständnis seiner Natur erforscht hat, wünscht er diese Errungenschaft zu wiederholen, und erlaubt es der Schwierigkeit im Zuge der Untersuchung nicht, seine Wege zu verstellen und unnütz seinen Entschluß zu schwächen. Er erwägt einfach was er zuvor getan hat, um es ihm zu ermöglichen, die Wahrheit klar zu sehen und die selbe Anstrengung für den gegenwärtigen Moment wiederherzustellen. In dieser Weise liegt ein klares Verwirklichen der Wahrheit immer in der Kraft seine Achtsamkeit, seiner Weisheit, seiner Überzeugung und seiner beharrlichen Anstrengung. Die Wahrheit ist: Schmerz, Körper und Citta bestehen alle getrennt von einander, jedes hat eine Wahrheit innerhalb seiner eigenen Sphäre. Da ist keine Verbindung für Konflikt oder Auseinandersetzung miteinander. Mit der Macht dieser Einsicht, ist Samudaya (die Ursache von Dukkha) besiegt, und alle Besorgnisse über Schmerz, die Ursachen für Krankheit, oder die Erwartung von Sterben, verfließen mit ihr. Solche Ängste sind tatsächlich emotionale Angelegenheiten, die den Geist demoralisieren und zu einem lähmenden Sinn von Frustration führen. Wenn einmal dieser entscheidende Durchbruch erreicht ist, ist die Krankheit mehr ein Nebeneffekt als ein Resultat. Selbst wenn die Symptome nicht gänzlich abklingen, werden diese nicht bis zu einem Punkt intensiviert, an dem Citta von einem Angriff von schmerzvollen Gefühlen überwältigt wird, und damit eine zweifaltige Krankheit produziert: eine eines leidenden Körpers und eine andere eines leidenden Geistes.

In Zeiten von schwerer Krankheit sind Dhutanga Mönche sicher, den aufkommenden Schmerz zu durchschauen. Dies erfordert ein unerlässliches Werkzeug aus geschärfter Achtsamkeit und Weisheit, daß die Geschicke soweit feinpoliert, bis sie schnell genug sind mit allen mentalen Abläufen Schritt halten zu können, so sie unweigerlich mit physischen und mentalen Schmerzen in Verbindung stehen. Jeder Mönch, der Anzeichen von Besorgnis und Unruhe im Falle einer Krankheit zeigt, wird als ein Versager im Kreise der praktizierenden Mönche angesehen. Geistig sind sein Samādhi und seine Weisheit sind unzulänglich, ihm in Zeiten von Krisen zu erhalten. An Achtsamkeit mangelnd, wird seine Praxis unzuverlässig und unziemlich. Dies paßt nicht zu der Pflicht eines Mönchs, Achtsamkeit und Weisheit als eine Waffe seines Willens aufzustapeln, um ihm im Kampf mit Schmerzen aller Art, zu beschützen. Jene, die diese Qualitäten entwickelt haben, um achtsam und selbstkontrolliert zu bleiben, und niemals Anzeichen von Beunruhigung aufkommen lassen, werden als wahrlich lobenswerte Beispiele mit einem Kriegerhaltung, typisch für einen praktizierenden Mönch, bezeichnet. In kritischen Situationen stehen sie ihren Mann und kämpfen. Der Nutzen dieses, für ihre Meditationspraxis, ist selbsterklärend. Diese guten Resultate werden auch von den Mitmönchen wahrgenommen, von all jenen, die Kämpfernatur sehr zu schätzen wissen. Die anderen haben Vertrauen, ganz gleich wie überwältigend der Schmerz auch sein mag, daß ein Dhutanga Mönch sich nie besiegen lassen würde, auch nicht im Tod. So ist es, daß seine Achtsamkeit und Weisheit niemals Niederlage hinnehmen würden, da diese Untersuchungswerkzeuge sind, um nach einer Sicherheit zu suchen, einem sorgenfreien Weg, um darüber hinaus zu gehen, wenn es letztlich dazu kommt, Körper und Geist nicht mehr zusammenhalten zu können.

Jeder der Dhamma praktiziert, und bei der Wahrheit, die Buddha erklärte, anlangt, ist sich über deren universelle Gültigkeit absolut sicher. Mit dem Feind konfrontiert, würde er niemals eine Niederlage akzeptieren und seine Kräfte zurückziehen. Er ist verpflichtet bis zum Tod zu kämpfen. Wenn es so ist, daß sein Körper dem Druck nicht widerstehen kann, läßt er ihn sterben. Aber er wird niemals sein Citta, oder die Achtsamkeit und Weisheit, die es erhält und beschützt, aufgeben. Er ist dazu verpflichtet, bis zu einem Sieg zu kämpfen. Versagen ist niemals eine Option. Er spiegelt die Eigenschaften eines Kriegers wieder, von dem erwartet wird, daß er siegreich ist und damit ein Heiligtum erreicht, das wahrhaftig sicher und sorgenfrei ist. Mit unerschütterlichem Vertrauen in die Gesetzmäßigkeit der Wahrheit, ist er sicher das Maxim zu verkörpern: dhammo have rakkhati dammacāriṁ – Dhamma beschützt jene die vertrauensvoll praktizieren. Wenn seine Praxis, aus irgend einem Grund zögerlich, oder von Halbherzigkeit gefärbt ist, wird das Ergebnis der Wahrheit immer entgegenstehen, aber sie nie für gültig erklären. Es kann in keiner anderen Weise sein, da Dhamma, das svākkhātadhamma, es erfordert, daß Wirkungen mit deren Ursachen direkt in Verbindung stehen.

Alle Vorzüge die die Welt anzubieten scheint unbeachtet lassend, zieht es ein Dhutanga Mönch vor, sich auf umgehende innere Belohnung, die von der Sāsana angeboten werden, zu konzentrieren. Wie zum Beispiel die friedvolle Stille von Samādhi und die intuitive Weisheit die man benötigt, um die kilesas, die das Herz stechen, zu entfernen, belohnen ihm beide, mit einem stetig größer werdendem Sinn von Zufriedenheit, die klar, von Moment zu Moment, gegenwärtig ist. Diese umgehenden, handfesten Ergebnisse, sind jene, die ein Dhutanga Mönch zu verwirklichen versucht. So vorgehend, schneidert er durch die lastvollen Probleme und unüberwundenen Zweifel. Wenn er wahrlich das Vermögen hat, die Welt in dieser Lebensspanne zu durchdringen, sei es heute, morgen, nächste Woche, oder nächstes Jahr, wird sich diese Heldentat, mit den Werkzeugen seiner unermüdlichen Gewissenhaftigkeit, in jedem einzelnen Moment, vervollständigen.

Ācariya Mun wendete inspirierende Lehrmethoden an, um diesen Kämpfergeist wieder aufzubauen und dies unabhängig davon, ob ein Schüler krank war oder nicht. Er verlangte von seine Mönche stets Krieger zu sein und zu kämpfen, um sich vor den Gefahren in Sicherheit zu bringen. Aber es war speziell in Zeiten von Krankheit, daß er besonderen Nachdruck auf Kompromisslosigkeit legte. Er sorgte sich sich, daß sie im Angesicht der Herausforderung, ihre Inspiration aufgeben würden. Ein kranker Mönch, der Anzeichen von Schwäche und Besorgnis zeigte, daß Fehlen von achtsamer Selbstkontrolle in ihm offensichtlich, war sich unentwegtem Tadel sicher. Ācariya Mun hätte hierzu den Mönchen in seinem Kloster sogar verboten, sich um den kranken Mönch zu kümmern, im Glauben, daß Schwäche, Besorgnis und wimmernde Mentalität keine rechten Wege wären, um mit Krankheit umzugehen. Kranke Leute reagieren stets in dieser Weise und sehen es dabei nie als Problem an. Aber ein Mönch, dessen Status es abverlangt, sich mit Schwierigkeiten auseinander zusetzen und sie umsichtig zu erkunden, sollte niemals in solch einer Weise reagieren. Es erzeugt ein schlechtes Beispiel. Da ein Mönch damit eine gewisse Attitüde der Miesmacherei in den Kreis der Ausübenden bring, kann es zu einer ansteckenden Krankheit werden, die andere leicht infiziert.

"Denk an das Chaos, daß dieses hervorrufen kann: Mönche die jammern und stöhnen und sich wie sterbende Tiere winden. Ihr seit praktizierende Mönche, so nehmt also kein tierartiges Verhalten an. Wenn ihr beginnt wie Tiere zu denken und zu agieren, wird die Religion bald eine animalische Charakteristik entwickeln und überall Verwirrung verbreiten und das ist wahrlich nicht der Weg Buddhas. Wir waren alle einmal, zu dem einen oder anderen Zeitpunkt, krank und so sind wir uns darüber bewußt, was ein anderer fühlt, wenn er krank ist. Es ist nicht notwendig, daß du ein öffentliches Bild deines Unwohlseins darstellst. Wenn mentale Angst und lautstarke Klagen wirkungsvolle Heilungen währen, wäre keinerlei gewöhnliche Medizin erforderlich. Wer immer krank wird, könnte einfach sein Elend mit lauter Stimme herausjammern, um seine Krankheit zum Verschwinden zu bringen, so leicht ginge das. Da würde keinerlei Erfordernis sein, viel Zeit und Mühen mit der Pflege des Patienten zu verschwenden. Kann Gejammere wirklich deine gegenwärtige Krankheit heilen? Wenn es das nicht kann, warum ekelst du alle anderen mit diesem nutzlosen Gejammere an?"

Dies ist ein Beispiel einer Lektion, die Ācariya Mun einem Mönch gegeben hätte, dessen Unfähigkeit sich mit Schwierigkeiten auseinander zu setzen, eine Schande für die gesamte klösterliche Gemeinschaft war.

Auf der anderen Seite, wenn er einen kranken Mönch besuchte, der starke achtsame Ruhe aufrecht erhielt, und keinerlei Anzeichen von Erschütterung über seine Umstände zeigte, demonstrierte Ācariya Mun ohne Ausnahme seine Anerkennung. Er lobte die Tapferkeit des Mönchs und gab ihm einige sehr inspirierende Worte der Ermunterung. Selbst nach der Genesung, setzte Ācariya Mun fort, dieses Mönchs geistige Zähigkeit, zu loben und hielt ihn als ein exzellentes Beispiel für andere hoch:

"Genau so vermag es ein wahrer Krieger, im Kampf mit Schmerz, seine Aufgabe erfüllen. Rede dich nicht auf die Überzahl der Feinde aus. Steig hinein und bekämpfe sie, bis zum Ende deiner Kraft und Fähigkeit, ohne zurück zu weichen. Gib niemals deine Kräfte auf, akzeptiere niemals Niederlage. Lass den Gegner niemals auf dir herumstampfen, wenn du am Boden liegst. Wir, im Kreise der Ausübenden, müssen Krieger sein. Es ist vollkommen nutzlos sich zu beschweren, wie extrem schmerzvoll eine Krankheit ist, richte dich nur auf den Schmerz, wie er aufkommt und versuche seine wahre Natur zu verstehen. Ganz gleich wie viel, oder wie gering der Schmerz ist, den wir erfahren, jeder Schmerz ist eine Manifestation der Wahrheit von Dukkha."

Jeder Mönch, der schwach und unterwürfig, im Angesicht von schmerzvollen Erkrankungen, war, hörte einen anderen Ton von Ācariya Mun:

"Wenn ihr die Wahrheit wissen wollt, aber ablehnt sie zu untersuchen, weil ihr vor dem Schmerz Angst habt, wie wollt ihr dann jemals herausfinden wo die Wahrheit wirklich liegt? Buddha hatte Erfolg im Verwirklichen der Wahrheit, indem er alles untersuchte, und nicht damit, daß er über alles jammerte, so wie dieser nutzlose Mönch sich hier selbst beschämt. Wo sagte der Buddha aus, daß es notwendig ist zu jammern und zu stöhnen, um ein wahres Verständnis zu erreichen? Ich habe nicht viele Bücher studiert, vielleicht habe ich diesen Punkt übersehen. Wo in den Suttas wird auf Jammern und Stöhnen Bezug genommen? Wenn irgend einer von euch Belesenen hier, in den Schriften über eine Passage gekommen ist, die anführt, daß Buddha die Verdienste aus Jammern und Stöhnen hoch lobte, dann bitte zeigt es mir auf. Dann brauche ich nicht weiter Mönche zu belehren, daß sie sich um das Untersuchen des Schmerzes bemühen sollen, und Mühen auf sich zu nehmen haben. Ihr könnt dann alle jammern und stöhnen, bis die Wahrheit aufkommt und das ganze Universum füllt. Wir können dann Zeugen der Erscheinung von weisen, heldenhaften Wesen werden, die erfolgreich Magga und Phala, mit der Macht von lautem jammern und stöhnen, erreicht haben. Sie werden in der Position sein, die Legitimation und die gegenwärtige Relevanz, des von Buddha erklärten Dhammas vor 2500 Jahren, in Frage zu stellen."

"Das Dhamma dieser Neue-Zeit-Helden, wird ein neues modernes Dhamma sein, dessen Errungenschaft es sein wird, keinerlei beschwerlicher Untersuchung nötig zu haben. Alles was dann zum Erreichen von Magga und Phala erforderlich ist, ist ein Chor aus Jammern und Stöhnen, eine Methode die zu einem Zeitalter paßt, in dem es Leute vorziehen nach rechten Resultaten aus unrechten Ursachen Ausschau zu halten, eine verderbliche Haltung die heute unsere gesamte Welt aufkonsumiert. Nicht mehr lange und da wird nicht mehr genug Platz auf dem Planeten sein, um all diesen modernen Helden zu erhalten. Ich selbst habe eine etwas altmodische Mentalität. Ich vertraue darauf, was Buddha gelehrt hat und riskiere nicht irgend welche Abschneider zu nehmen. Ich bin da etwas ängstlich, daß wenn ich einen Schritt nach vorne mache, ich auf die Nase fallen würde und dort dann in Schande sterben würde. Das würde immens herzzerreißend für mich sein."

Jeder Mönch der in seinem Schmerz Schwäche zeigte, konnte solch eine kompromisslose Behandlung erwarten. Die selbe Art der sträflichen Ermahnung war auch für Mönche vorgesehen, die während sie sich einer harten Trainingsausübung unterzogen, Schwäche und Entmutigung erlagen, da dieses für sie hinderlich war, Gebrauch von den verschiedenen Untersuchungstechniken zu machen. Ācariya Mun drängte die Mönche stets dazu, diesen Kämpfergeist, notwendig um diese Hindernisse zu überwinden, zu zeigen, und daher hörten sie oft seine energischen Lehren. Für jene, Suchende nach dem wahren Dhamma, waren diese Worte eine Art der Therapie, welche Courage in ihnen erweckte, ihre Praxis stärkte und ihre Geister oben hielt. In dieser Weise aufgebaut, waren sie bereit für den erfolgreichen Aufbruch auf den Pfad, Schritt für Schritt, zu einer Sphäre einer glücklichen Zufriedenheit, die das Dhamma als Offenbarung verspricht. Inspirierender Einsatz, seine stimulierenden Anweisungen zerstreuten Tendenzen in Richtung Schwäche und Faulheit, welche die Wege des Elends im Saṁsāra richten.

WÄHREND ĀCARIYA MUN dort lebte, starben zwei Mönche im Kloster Ban Nong Pheu und ein anderer starb in der Nähe, in Ban Na Nai. Der erste war eine Mönch mittleren Alters, der speziell um Meditation zu praktizieren, in den Orden eingetreten ist. In Chiang Mai, als Schüler von Ācariya Mun lebend, folgte er seinem Lehrer wahrscheinlich nach Udon Thani und dann nach Sakon Nakhon, manchmal bei ihm, manchmal alleine praktizierend, bis er letztlich in Ban Nong Pheu dahin schied. Er war sehr geschickt in Samādhi Meditation, und gefordert von Ācariya Muns ständigen Belehrungen, hatte seine Weisheitsausübung bereits einen guten Sinn von Dringlichkeit entwickelt. Er war sehr demütig, von resolutem Charakter und gab wundervolle dichterische Reden über das Dhamma, und dieses im Angesicht, daß er ein vollkommener Analphabet war. Seine Reden, geistesgegenwärtig und klug, waren ausnahmslos mit geschickten Gleichnissen gespickt, die es dem Zuhörer leicht machten, die Bedeutung zu begreifen. Unglücklicherweise hatte er Tuberkulose. Lange eine chronische Krankheit, erreichte sie, während er dort im Kloster lebte, einen kritischen Zustand. Dort, eines frühen Morgens um etwas sieben Uhr, verstarb er in Stille, in einer friedvollen Weise, wie es für einen so lange herausragend ausübenden Mönch passend war. Zeuge seiner letzten Momente geworden, und des Momentes als sein Atem stoppte, entwickelte ich tiefen Respekt gegenüber diesem Mönch und seinem Können in Meditation.

Zum Zeitpunkt des Todes, sind wir es, die unser Ziel bestimmen. So müssen wir eine solide Verantwortung für unsere Zukunft übernehmen. Niemand anderen, ganz egal ob nun nahe oder lieb, kann da, um das Ergebnis zu beeinflussen, intervenieren. Bevor dieser Moment nahe rückt, müssen wir ein Werkzeug entwickeln, um all unsere Kraft und Geschicke zu sammeln, um dem kritischen Moment weise entgegen sehen zu können, uns selbst aus den Gefahren herausziehen zu können und sicher weiter zu ziehen. Unser letzter Moment wird uns eine bedeutende Herausforderung darstellen. Wir alle, ob wir nun gut vorbereitet sind oder nicht, werden sicherlich mit dieser Situation konfrontiert sein. Jene von uns, die geschickte Werkzeuge ausgeklügelt haben, um sich selbst helfen zu können, werden einen guten Abschied haben. Aber jene von uns, die ignorant und verwirrt geblieben sind, werden hilflos untergehen, unvermögend die Fügung zu einem Guten zu wenden.

Der erhabene Buddha erklärte: "Kho nu hasa kim anando…."[150] Es kann, seiner Bedeutung nach, so übersetzt werden: Wenn die Welt eingehüllt in Lust, Haß und Wahn ist, ein loderndes Flammenwerk das Tag und Nacht wütet, wie könnt ihr dabei bleiben, die ganze Zeit heiter zu sein und zu lachen? Warum sucht ihr nicht unverzüglich nach eine Zuflucht auf die ihr euch verlassen könnt? Hört sofort mit dieser Nachlässigkeit auf! Warte nicht bis zu dem Tag an dem du stribst zu, sonst wirst du unweigerlich die schmerzvollen Konsequenzen in die Zukunft mitnehmen. Buddha machte die Leute darauf aufmerksam im Leben nicht unnötig gewissenlos zu sein. Aber wenn Leute heute Buddhas Lehren hören, fühlen sie sich so dermaßen bloßgestellt, so beschämt über ihre übermäßige Vernarrtheit in Sinnesvergnügen, daß sie ihre Gesichter verstecken wollen. Trotz ihres Schams, sind sie immer noch von ihren Lüsten geködert, lieben das, hassen jenes, da dieses Unvermögen immer integraler Anteil der weltlichen Haltung war. Und sie wissen nicht, wie sie sich stoppen können. Es ist so schade, deren einzige Reaktion auf Buddhas Warnungen ist es sich zu schämen.

"Der Tod des Mönches in Ban Nong Pheu, sollte für alle, die in Richtung der selben Fügung streben, eine wertvolle Lektion sein. Bitte überdenkt die Bedeutung dieses Todes sehr aufmerksam."

Gerade als er dabei war zu sterben, stoppten Ācariya Mun und die anderen Mönche, die auf ihrem Weg zur Bettelrunde waren, um Zeugen diese traurigen Momentes zu werden. Danach stand Ācariya Mun für einen Moment in stiller Besinnlichkeit, dann sprach er zu allen mit einer ernster Stimme:

"Da ist keinerlei Notwendigkeit sich um ihn zu Sorgen. Er ist schon im Abhassara, der sechsten Brahma-Reich wiedergeboren. Er ist vorerst in Ordnung. Aber es ist in gewisser Weise eine Schande, da er, wenn er etwas länger gelebt hätte, und seine Einsicht etwas mehr intensiviert hätte, er gut auch in einee der fünf Suddhāvāsa Brahma-Ebenen[151] gekommen wäre. Dort wäre er direkt zum ultimativen Ziel weiter fortgeschritten, und wäre nicht mehr unterworfen, den Kreislauf der Geburten, wiederzubetreten. Und wie steht es mit dem Rest von euch? Auf welche Wiedergeburt bereitet ihr für euch vor? Wird es eine im Tierreich, eine in der Gespensterwelt, oder in der Hölle werden? Oder wird es als Mensch, Deva oder Brahma sein? Oder wird es Nibbāna sein? Was wird es sein? Wenn ihr euch ganz sicher sein möchtet, sehr ganz genau auf den Kompass der auf euren Herzen lastet, um die Richtung zu sehen, in die ihr euch bewegt. Untersucht euch jetzt, um herauszufinden, ob euer gegenwärtiger Kurs ein guter, oder ein schlechter ist. Wenn ihr erst mal gestorben seid, ist es zu spät, um eine Kurskorrektur vorzunehmen. Jeder weiß, daß am Ende der Tod steht. Nichts kann mehr danach getan werden."

Der zweite Todesfall war jener eines Mönches aus Ubon Ratchathani, dem Malaria überkam, und der ein Monat später starb. Kurz davor, wurde sein Tod von einem anderen Mönch, der dort lebte, in seiner Meditation vorausgesehen. Der Mönch wollte am nächsten Abend Ācariya Mun sprechen. Nachdem sie verschiedene Aspekte der Meditationspraxis besprochen hatten, neigte sich das Gespräch dem kranken Mönch zu, und der Mönch informierte Ācariya Mun über seine Vision, die in seiner Meditation erschien:

"Etwas merkwürdiges passierte mir in meiner Meditation letzte Nacht. Ich führte Untersuchungen in meiner gewohnten Weise durch und erreichte einen Zustand von Stille, und da sah ich plötzlich das Bild von ihnen, vor einem Stapel Holz stehend, und sagend: 'Verbrennt den Mönch genau hier. Das ist der beste Platz um dies zu tun.' Ich habe nicht die ganze Bedeutung davon verstanden. Wird dieser kranke Mönch an Malaria sterben? Sein Zustand scheint nicht all zu ernst zu sein."

Ācariya Mun antwortete unverzüglich:

"Ich habe diesen Umstand nun für eine längere Zeit untersucht. Er ist daran gebunden zu sterben, es kann nicht abgewendet werden. Dennoch muß er nicht umsonst sterben. Ich habe seinen geistigen Zustand gesehen: er ist außergewöhnlich. Er ist also sicher, einen guten Abschied zu nehmen. Aber ich verbiete dir striktes, irgend etwas davon ihm gegenüber zu erwähnen. Wenn er herausfinden würde, das er daran ist zu sterben, würde er sich sehr verdrossen fühlen. Damit würde sich seine Gesundheit weiter verschlechtern, und sein Geisteszustand könnte so weit ins Wanken kommen, daß er eine exzellente Wiedergeburt verpasst, wie er sie jetzt zu erwarten hat. Verdruß ist eine sehr verletzliche Emotion in dieser Angelegenheit."

Einige Tage später neigte sich der Zustand des Mönchs zu einem Schlechteren. Er starb friedlich um etwas drei Uhr Nachmittags. Dies brachte mich dazu darüber nachzudenken, wie Ācariya Mun die Umstände, die hinter jedem Vorkommnis, daß ihm während der Meditation unter kam, untersuchen und nachverfolgen muß, bis er so ein klares Verständnis ihrer Bedeutung hat. Danach läßt er sie einfach los, und erlaubt ihnen ihre natürlichen Wege zu gehen.

Eines Morgens entschied sich ein Schüler von Ācariya Mun, aufgrund des steigenden Fiebers aus einer Malariainfektion, seine Bettelrunde auszulassen und für einen Tag zu fasten. Er benützte seine Untersuchungsgeschicke um den schweren Schmerz von früh Morgens, bis Drei Uhr am Nachmittag, zu bekämpfen, als das Fieber dann abzunehmen begann. Sich um die Mittagszeit, völlig ausgelaugt fühlend, neigte er all eine Aufmerksamkeit ausschließlich auf die Punkte, an denen sich der Schmerz am meisten äußerte, aber ohne Anstrengung den Schmerz auf die Probe zu stellen und ihn mit Weisheit zu analysieren. Zu Mittag sendete Ācariya Mun spontan den Fluß seines Cittas aus, um zu prüfen, wie der Mönch mit seinem Schmerz umgeht. Später am Nachmittag, als der Mönch Ācariya Mun besuchte, war dieser überrascht, daß Ācariya Mun ihm sofort über die Art seiner Praxis befragte:

"Warum hast du auf diese Weise untersucht? Wie kannst du erwarten, die Wahrheit über Körper, den Schmerz und Citta, zu verstehen, wenn du deinen Geist nur auf einen einzigen Punkt konzentrierst? Stattdessen nütze deine intuitive Weisheit um alle drei zu analysieren. In dieser Weise ergründest du die wahre Natur von allen. Deine Art der Konzentration ist eine, anders als man sie von einem Yogi erwartet, sie hat die geistesgesammelte Intensität eines Hundekampfes! Dies ist nicht die rechte Praxis für einen Mönch, der die Wahrheit über Schmerz ergründen will. Mach das nicht wieder. Es ist die falsche Art, um die viele Wahrheiten die in diesem Körper, dem Schmerz und in Citta gefunden werden können, zu realisieren. Während der Mittagszeit diese Tages habe ich die Art deine Praxis etwas untersucht um nachzusehen, wie du mit dem Schmerz aus deinem Fieber umgehst. Ich bemerkte, daß du deine Aufmerksamkeit nur auf den Schmerz selber richtetest. Du hast Achtsamkeit und Weisheit nicht dazu benützt, um das Problem etwas zu lockern, indem du dir alle drei Aspekte angesehen hättest: Körper, Schmerz und Citta. Das ist der einzige effektive Weg um Schmerz zu überwinden, und die Symptome zu neutralisieren, sodaß auch das Fieber gut absinkt."

Tigers Make the Best Teachers   

When Ācariya Mun believed that a specific kind of advice would help one of his students, he spoke to him directly about it. He could be very blunt in his advice to certain monks.

1You'd be better off going to meditate in that cave than you are living here in the monastery. Characters like yours prefer tough, coercive measures. Better still, find a tiger to be your teacher – fear of it will subdue yourcitta, forcing it to enter into calm. Realizing Dhamma in this way, you can gain some contentment. Living here in the monastery is not right for you. Stubborn people need hard things to soften them up and make them more pliable. Since tigers are such good tormentors, anyone fearing them should take one as a teacher. It's much better than having a teacher you don't fear. If you are afraid of ghosts, you should take ghosts as teachers to enforce mental discipline. Take as a teacher whatever your heart most fears. This is how a clever person forces himself to submit to the training."

Before ordaining, the monk he was addressing had been a real tough guy with a bold, no-nonsense sort of character. If he said he was going to do something, he did it. He was a rather stubborn person, but stubborn in the way of a monk. As soon as he heard Ācariya Mun's resolute advice, he immediately decided to follow it, reasoning something like this to himself: Surely a monk of Ācariya Mun's caliber would never send me to be killed by a tiger. I must go and live in the cave he mentioned. If that means death, I'll just have to accept it. If I want to see for myself the truth of what he said, then I must have no qualms about dying. I've heard that he always has very sound reasons for what he says; and he's careful to thoroughly examine every situation before speaking. Anyone who can understand his teaching and put it into practice is bound to get good results. I must take what he just said very seriously – it came from an insight into my character, and a genuine concern for my well-being. It is as though he plucked out my heart and examined it, and has found out all about me. How can I doubt his advice? If I fail to act on it now, how can I call myself a monk? I might as well be a lay person. I'm going to live in that cave – whatever happens. If I die there – so be it. If I don't, then all I ask is a chance to realize some amazing Dhamma while I'm there. It's obvious that he was talking about me when he referred to being stubborn and recalcitrant. It's a true measure of his genius: he knows me better than I know myself. I know I'm that type of person, one hundred percent. For my own good, I can't afford to disregard his advice about tigers. I must do what he said and subject myself to this agonizing practice.

This monk truly was a stubborn character, reluctant to accept advice from anyone, just as Ācariya Mun indicated. After considering Ācariya Mun's remarks and reaching a definite decision, he went to take his leave. As he approached, Ācariya Mun immediately asked him where he was going.

"Where are you off to? You look all dressed up, and ready to march earnestly into battle."

"I'm going off to die in that cave you told me about."

"What! What did I say to you: go die in that cave, or go meditate there?"

"Well, you told me to meditate there, not die there. But I know from the other monks that there's a tiger living in the cave above the one I'll be staying in. They say that the tiger's cave is just close by – it comes and goes there all the time. When it goes out to hunt for food, it will pass right in front of my cave, so I have my doubts about remaining alive there. I was simply voicing my apprehension."

"Many other monks have already stayed in that cave, on many different occasions, and none of them were devoured by tigers. So, why should a tiger suddenly decide to come gobble you up? What's the difference between your flesh and the flesh of those other monks that makes it so much more likely to whet a tiger's appetite? Where did you get this savory flesh tigers like so much that they are waiting to pounce on and devour only you and no one else?"

Ācariya Mun then explained about the deceptive nature of the mind that deludes people in ways that are far too numerous to easily keep up with.

"If you don't examine everything and test it out with a critical, discerning attitude, you will be tormented by the mind's myriad tricks and never learn to tame its unruly nature. You have yet to leave, but already you trust the whisperings of the kilesas more than the advice of your teacher. How will you ever manage? Although people the world over have yet to die, they are all terrified of death. But birth, the enticement luring them into death, is feared by no one – everyone craves birth. I cannot figure out why people are so infatuated with birth. Just one birth in a physical body means immense suffering and anxiety. Suppose human beings could send up shoots like a clump of bamboo: their eagerness for birth would increase rampantly. Each person desiring to branch out into hundreds, or thousands, of additional people, without giving thought to how the combined fear of so many people dying at once might affect them. The whole world would become tumultuous with the fear of death and there would be no safe place to live.

"You are a practicing monk, a trained spiritual warrior. Yet your fear of death surpasses that of the untrained laity. Why do you let the kilesas harass you in this way? You have the mindfulness and wisdom needed to defend yourself, so why don't you use them? Go on the offensive. Chase out the devious kilesas lurking there in your heart. Then you will realize how stupid you've been, blindly serving their interests, unaware of the power they have over you. A warrior's victory depends on his willingness to brave death on the battlefield. If you're not willing to die, then you shouldn't enter the battle zone. Only by braving death will you be able to defeat your enemies. If you are truly determined to transcend dukkha, by realizing its true nature, you must view your fear of death as one form of dukkha – a product of the kilesas stored in your heart. You can only resolve this matter by making a stand on a battlefield conducive to victory, like the one I just indicated. Persevere, and you will come to realize fear's harmful effects: it stirs the emotions and demoralizes the spirit, always giving rise to suffering. It is better to take a defiant stand now. Don't simply keep clinging to that fear, hugging it tightly to your chest and burning your heart until you cry out in agony. Fail to act decisively now and your suffering will continue indefinitely.

"Will you believe in the supreme sanctity of your teacher and the Dhamma? Or are you going to trust that fear the kilesas have released into your heart which is depriving you of the very mindfulness and wisdom you need to defeat it? Looking around, you seem to see only tigers, all coming to tear out your flesh and make a meal of you. Why is that? Please reflect deeply on the matter. I assure you that I have used the same combative training method to good effect in my own practice."

Such was his delight in the Dhamma he heard that the monk said he felt his citta glowing bright with courage as he listened to Ācariya Mun's strong rebuke. When Ācariya Mun finished speaking, the monk took his leave and immediately prepared to go to the cave.

He arrived at the cave still buoyed by a sense of courage and rapturous delight. He put down the belongings he carried with him and began to survey the surrounding area. Then, by some mischance, the thought arose in his mind that the cave was home to a tiger. With this thought in mind and his eyes scanning the ground in front of the cave, he spied a tiger's paw-print in the dirt. Never considering that it was probably made long before, the sight of it sent shock waves of fear through him, nearly scaring him out of his wits. In that instant, he completely forgot his teacher and the sense of courage that glowed so brightly while he sat listening to him in the monastery. Fear overwhelmed his heart and he was helpless to prevent it. He walked over and erased all traces of the paw-print with his foot, but the fear persisted. Still, he did feel a little better not having to look at it anymore.

From the moment he glanced down to discover the tiger's paw-print, he was terrified – a paralyzing fear lasting all night. Even during the day, his fear remained; but it became especially intense once night fell, as he imagined the whole area around his cave to be teeming with huge tigers. To make matters even worse, he had a sudden recurrence of malaria, with fever and chills. He felt as though he had fallen into a living hell devoid of any physical or mental comfort whatsoever. To his great credit, he was mentally tough enough to resist the temptation to give up his painful attempts at finding a means to overcome his fear. The worsening fever, combined with his agonizing fear of tigers, did unsettle his composure, however, nearly driving him crazy.

Once in a long while he thought of Ācariya Mun's kindness and the advice he had given, which temporarily helped to douse the fires of misery burning in his heart. As symptoms of the malaria became more and more intense, he reflected back on his earlier intention to sacrifice his life in that cave: Previously, I made a decision to sacrifice my life here. When Ācariya Mun asked me where I was going, I immediately announced that I was going off to die in this cave. And as I hiked up here, I felt as though I was walking on air, such was my determination to brave death. So, why is it that upon reaching the cave and actually entering the jaws of death, I have now changed my mind and decided I don't want to die? Now, I'm so afraid of dying I can hardly hold my own. I'm exactly the same person I was then. I didn't exchange my heart for the heart of some coward. So why do I seem to be a new person with a cowardly attitude? In the monastery, I was prepared to die. Now that I'm actually here, I've changed my mind. Which is it going to be? Make up your mind right now – don't wait any longer. How about this? I'll go sit in meditation at the overhanging edge of a steep precipice. If my mindfulness falters, then let me fall to my death at the bottom of the ravine where the vultures and the flies can take care of my corpse. There would be no need to trouble the villagers about it. No one should have to dirty their hands handling the corpse of a useless monk – my futility might prove contagious. Then again, I could sit in meditation right in the middle of the path leading to the tiger's cave. I'll make it easy for that tiger when it goes out hunting for food. It can just sink its teeth into my useless neck and have me for a snack tonight. Which will it be? Make up your mind quickly – do it now!

His resolve bolstered, he walked to the front of the cave and stood for a moment, awaiting inspiration. Weighing his two options, he finally decided to go with the first one: to meditate, seated precariously on the brink of the steep precipice near his cave. Any slip in mindfulness, and vultures and flies would be there to take care of his remains. That decided, he walked over and sat down, facing a deep gorge with his back to the path the tiger took to and from its cave. He began repeating "buddho", intensely aware that, if careless, he could die in an instant. Seated there meditating on buddho, he kept a vigilant watch on his mind to see which fear predominated: that of falling down the precipice, or that of being attacked by a tiger. As soon as it became apparent that fear of the precipice was the greatest, he gathered his mindfulness and focused intensively on one of his two meditation themes: either the repetition of buddho or the recollection of death – depending on which one arose in his mind at any one moment. Meditating thus, poised on the brink of death, his citta soon gathered itself into one point of focus, and then suddenly dropped down to the very base of appanā samādhi,[152] rapidly converging into a state of total calm. In an instant, he was oblivious to all the fiery turmoil that had engulfed his mind for so long. All that remained was the essential knowing nature of the citta – existing alone, by itself, in all its amazing splendor. Fear of death had utterly vanished. The hour was ten p.m. when the monk's citta 'converged' dramatically into appanā samādhi, an experience so profound that he did not withdraw from that state until ten o'clock the next morning. Opening his eyes, he saw the sun halfway up the sky. Since it was already too late for morning almsround, he didn't bother to go to the village – he simply went without food that day. Withdrawing from samādhi, he was aware of a complete absence of fear. In its place was an amazing sense of courage he had never before experienced. His fever was gone as well – completely cured that night, and he never again suffered a recurrence of malaria. He was convinced that the 'therapeutic powers of Dhamma' had cured both his malaria and his fear of tigers. From that day on, his body was never again plagued by malaria, his mind never again ravaged by fear. No longer terrified of tigers, he could go anywhere, live anywhere – unperturbed.

Occasionally, he wished a tiger would show up to test his mental fortitude. He imagined himself calmly walking right up to it without the least apprehension. Reflecting on the whole experience, he felt immensely gratefully to Ācariya Mun for so kindly teaching him about the corrupting power of fear. Now that he understood how his mind worked, he persistently used this coercive style of practice. Preparing to meditate, he preferred looking for the most frightening places he could find. For the remainder of his stay there he continued this training, making a special effort to seek out frightening locations for conducting his meditation. Noticing that tigers regularly used a certain path, he made a point of sitting right in the middle of it. While meditating in the cave, he resolved not to lower his mosquito net because sitting inside a lowered mosquito net gave more protection from the threat of tigers. Minus that element of fear his citta was reluctant to drop into the desired state of calm. Where he sat depended each time on where he felt his citta was most likely to rapidly 'converge' to the very base of samādhi.

Late one night as he sat out in the open, his citta refused to drop into calm despite his best efforts. He sat there frustrated for a long time until he finally thought about the huge tiger that came and went frequently in the area: I wonder where that tiger is today. It would be nice if it came by here to help my citta drop into calm. If it passed by, I wouldn't have to struggle with my meditation like this – the citta would just instinctively drop into calm.

Not long after thinking of his friend – perhaps after half an hour – he heard the footsteps of that huge animal walking towards its cave, as though right on cue. The time was approaching two a.m. Hearing the tiger draw nearer, he roused himself with a timely warning: Here it comes, right now! Are you really so casual? Aren't you afraid it will sink its teeth into your neck and make a meal of you? If you don't want to be tiger food, then you better hurry up and look for a safe place to hide.

As he thought this, he conjured in his mind an image of the tiger pouncing on him, its gaping jaws closing in around his neck. The moment he fixed his attention on this mental image, his citta 'converged', dropping rapidly until it reached the very base of appanā samādhi. Instantly all external phenomena completely vanished from his awareness – himself, the tiger, everything. What remained was serenity and tranquility – the union of citta and Dhamma as they melded into one essence of indescribable wonder. His citta rested in that sublime state for a total of eight hours – from two o'clock that night until ten o'clock the next morning. Upon withdrawing, he saw the sun was already high, so he again canceled his almsround and went without food. He then walked over to inspect the place where he heard the tiger approaching, to see if there were any signs that a tiger really had passed by. Or had his ears merely been playing tricks on him? Looking at the ground, he saw the tracks of a huge tiger, about twelve feet behind the spot where he had been sitting. The tiger's tracks continued in a straight line all the way up to its cave, never veering off to the direction where its friend was sitting in meditation. The whole incident was strange, and quite amazing.

The experience, in appanā samādhi, of the citta fully 'converging' into its true base, is an experience that varies according to the natural inclination of each individual. Some people are inclined by temperament to experience a very rapid convergence, feeling as though they are falling down a well. The internal sense faculties cease to function at that time, meaning they are totally unaware of all external sense impressions. This monk's citta was one such case: when it fully 'converged' in samādhi, all awareness of external phenomena ceased as a consequence. As the monk explained it, the moment his citta fully 'converged,' everything that was involved with it in any way vanished instantly. Only when he withdrew from that state did his normal awareness of things return. But, he found it difficult to attain this state unless he was under duress by some external threat. A real threat of danger forced his citta to 'converge' very rapidly – in a split second it reached its true base. He said this was the reason he liked to seek out frightening places.

"I find this the most convenient way to develop my meditation: practicing in places that arouse fear. I actually prefer wild mountains that have caves frequented by tigers, and tend to shy away from those that don't. As you can see: tiger-infested areas are perfectly suited to a rough character like me – that's what makes me so fond of them.

"I had other strange experiences while living in that cave. Besides realizing my goal to attain deep meditative calm, I also developed several unusual kinds of psychic awareness. For example, terrestrial devas came some nights to visit and converse with me. Even stranger still, when someone in the local village died I always knew about it immediately, though I'm not sure where this knowledge came from. It simply arose spontaneously in my heart. And it was invariably correct – never did I find reason to doubt it. My cave was located about five miles from the village, yet those people still insisted on coming to request my help in performing the funeral rites, which was very troublesome for me. As soon as someone died in the village I was aware of it, knowing straightaway that the next day I'd have to make another long trek to the village cemetery. And sure enough, the villagers came once again to bother me. Nothing I said could dissuade them. They told me that monks were scarce in that area, so they had no other choice but to disturb me. They believed that the deceased would benefit if a monk performed the funeral. I sympathized and felt sorry for them, so I had to go. During periods of fasting, which I found conducive to intensive meditation, I didn't want anything to interfere with my practice; but something usually did come up.

"While living in that cave I always relied on my friend the tiger to give my meditation practice a timely boost. Every other night it ventured down in search of food, as all hungry animals do. But it never showed any interest in me, even though it walked right past me on its way out. There was only one way down so it had to go that way."

This monk had the rather unusual habit of leaving his cave late at night to go sit in meditation on stone outcrops high up in the mountains. He appeared wholly unfazed by the danger from wild animals. By temperament, he preferred to wander alone through the wilds. I have included his story here because it teaches some valuable lessons. He practiced with unwavering purpose until he managed to expose the truth of his unruly mind, thus disciplining it and bringing it under his control. Things once viewed as threats, like tigers, became friends instead, assisting his practice. He managed to make use of a wild tiger – a most unpredictable creature – to inspire him in his meditation practice, thus achieving remarkable results.

ONCE ĀCARIYA MUN had settled in the monastery at Ban Nong Pheu, he was contented to encourage the community of dhutanga monks practicing under his tutelage. As many as twenty to thirty of them joined him there during retreat periods. Despite the increasing numbers, however, conflicts that might have caused him concern seldom arose. Each monk was determined to focus diligently on his own practice. An harmonious sense of fraternity existed among the monks who all lived together in unity of purpose. Peacefully walking together to the village for alms each morning – they were an impressive sight. A long bench had been constructed in the village where the monks sat to chant a blessing after receiving offerings of food. Later, back in the monastery, they ate together in silence, seated in rows according to seniority. Once they finished eating, each monk washed his own bowl, dried it thoroughly, replaced its cloth covering, and put it neatly away. When their morning duties were completed, they separated, each monk walking into the extensive forest surrounding the monastery to find a secluded meditation track where he concentrated on his meditation – walking or sitting, as he preferred. Remaining in the forest until the afternoon chores began at four p.m., they then returned from their meditation sites to help each other sweep the monastery grounds clean. Once they finished sweeping, they worked together to carry water from the well to fill the various water barrels – water for drinking, water for washing feet, or water for washing their alms bowls. A quick bath at the well was followed by a resumption of meditation. On nights when no meeting had been called, they continued to practice as usual until it was time to retire. Normally, Ācariya Mun called a general meeting once every seven days, though any monk desiring personal advice could see him on any day. Monks wanting to ask questions about their practice were advised to approach Ācariya Mun at a time during the day when he was free – usually just after the morning meal, in the early afternoon, at five in the afternoon, or at eight o'clock at night.

Hearing Ācariya Mun discuss Dhamma and answer questions in the quiet hours of the evening was a very pleasant experience. Then, many unusual questions were asked by disciples who came from various locations in the surrounding area to seek his advice. Some of these questions dealt with internal matters that arose in the course of a monk's meditation. Others dealt with external phenomena, such as devas. The monks who arrived to discuss their practice with him had varying skills and abilities in meditation. Some had unusual meditative experiences to relate. We listened eagerly, so mesmerized by his replies that none of us wanted the sessions to end. Each time we learned valuable lessons that led to practical methods for improving our meditation and thus gave us great satisfaction.

On timely occasions, Ācariya Mun recounted edifying stories about his past. He told us about his early years in lay life: how he ordained, first as a novice, then as a monk. Some of these stories were so funny they made us laugh; some made us pity him for what he had gone through; and some, the ones about his attainments, were just incredibly amazing. Living continuously with a good teacher for a long time had many distinct advantages. Following his example, his disciples gradually altered their basic attitudes and ways of behavior, adjusting their outer conduct and augmenting their inner skills little by little to match his, until eventually their characters naturally harmonized with his as much as possible. The secure environment he offered to his disciples meant that their practice was unlikely to go astray. Constant exposure to his inspirational teaching gradually allowed the essence of Dhamma to penetrate deep into their hearts. His intimidating presence promoted the kind of vigilant self-control that reinforces mindfulness and wisdom. Fear prevented his disciples from becoming complacent by forcing them to be extremely circumspect in their behavior and their thoughts. Even then, despite their best intentions, he could still catch them napping, and then expose their shortcomings for everyone else to hear. It was extremely embarrassing to have one's personal failings exposed like this; but a monk had to accept the consequences of failing to be properly circumspect.

We all experienced an indescribable sense of joy, living and practicing with Ācariya Mun. But if we held unreasonable opinions, our delight could easily turn to frustration, for those wrong views became a constant hindrance. I cannot speak for others, but I've always had a rather rough disposition, so I relied on Ācariya Mun to pound me into shape. In that way, I managed to find some breathing room when the kilesas began to suffocate me. Hearing him recount the various stages of his own practice, my spirit was so energized I felt I could float up and walk on the clouds. While listening to him, my whole being felt light as a wisp of cotton. But later, when I tried to duplicate this buoyancy on my own in meditation, I felt as though I was laboring under the weight of a mountain. I met nothing but heavy resistance. I became so frustrated with myself I wanted to bury my head in the ground to hide my shame – a fitting humiliation for such a vulgar character who was loath to accept advice.

I have mentioned my own coarse, callous nature here to let the reader know just how low the heart can sink when loaded down with destructive influences, and how hard it can be to pull it back up again and discipline it in the proper way. If we do not make a supreme effort now, eventually this tendency will plunge us into the depths of disaster, regardless of who we are or where we live. Effort must be used to discipline the heart. Any person who succeeds in subduing the unruly nature that has burdened his heart from time immemorial and who is thus living in total freedom – that person deserves the highest respect. The Lord Buddha and his Arahant disciples are shining examples of this achievement.

Likewise, I am absolutely convinced that Ācariya Mun was one of the Lord Buddha's present-day Arahant disciples. He was courageous and masterful in the way he lived his life, and was never in danger of succumbing to the power of the kilesas. Even in old age, when he could be expected to rest and take it easy, no longer needing to exert himself in meditation practice, he still did as much walking meditation as he always had – so much so that the younger monks could hardly keep up with him. Fulfilling his teaching obligations with great compassion, he never lost hope in his students. His exhortations reflected his resolute character, and he invariably preferred the rhetoric of a warrior. He delivered his talks forcefully, aiming to arouse in his disciples the strength and courage needed to completely transcend dukkha. He rarely compromised or made allowances for their shortcomings. He did not want to lull to sleep those very monks who already had a deplorable tendency to show weakness in their practice.

Ācariya Mun had utmost respect for all aspects of the Buddhasāsana, from the theory and practice of Dhamma to its inner realization. And this in an age when genuine disciples of the Buddha are hard to find. He placed special emphasis on the thirteen dhutanga observances, which Buddhists everywhere had long since lost interest in. No one thought to restore them to the prominent position they deserve. The fact that they have now become such a significant part of a dhutanga monk's practice is a direct consequence of the earnest efforts that Ācariya Sao and Ācariya Mun made to revive their use in Thailand's Northeast region. Both Ācariya Sao and Ācariya Mun observed all thirteen of these ascetic practices at one time or another in their lives, although only the ones I've mentioned earlier were practiced on a daily basis. Other dhutanga observances, like staying in a cemetery or living out in the open at the foot of a tree, were practiced so often that these two ācariyas became thoroughly familiar with them. Dhutanga monks in the Northeast today are descendants following directly in their footsteps.

Ācariya Sao and Ācariya Mun were keenly aware of the practical value the dhutanga observances had for practicing monks. They clearly understood that each of these thirteen practices was an extremely effective means of closing off the outlets through which kilesas of dhutanga monks tend to flow. Without the restraining influence of ascetic practices to stem the flow from those outlets, dhutanga monks are 'ascetic' in name only, their kilesas being free to roam at will, causing considerable annoyance to everyone. With the help of the dhutangas, monks can rest assured that their conduct will not be offensive to others. Each dhutanga practice promotes a virtuous quality, while its observance reminds a dhutanga monk not to be careless by thinking in ways that contradict the very virtue he is trying to develop. On guard, he immediately becomes conscious of any lapses in judgment, which in turn fosters mindfulness to catch such oversights in the future. Considered in its entirety, dhutanga asceticism is broad in scope, each separate practice having a very distinct purpose. Provided a monk understands the true purpose of each dhutanga he undertakes and then observes them properly, they are easily capable of totally eliminating his kilesas. They are powerful enough to deal a decisive blow to every type of kilesas – no kilesas is beyond their reach.

As long as we dread the hardships involved in observing ascetic practices, then the kilesas have little fear of us. The hardships that the kilesas cause us, when there are no ascetic practices to suppress them, are somehow forgotten, opening the way for us to accuse these practices of being too difficult – or even obsolete. When our own thoughts become our enemies, the kilesas are secretly held in high regard; but in our rush to admire them we fail to realize this. The harmful effects of this supportive admiration are plain, and plainly infinite in scope.

The monk who truly practices any one or more of the dhutangas inevitably presents a pleasing, dignified appearance. His basic needs are easily taken care of. What he eats and where he sleeps are never a problem for him. He is always contented with the simple belongings he possesses. Unencumbered by emotional attachments and material possessions, he feels mentally and physically buoyant. Even lay people can benefit from undertaking some of the dhutanga practices, just as the monks do, since both monks and lay people are burdened with the same kinds of kilesas. The dhutanga practices are, after all, designed to counteract the kilesas, so people from all walks of life should try their best to make use of them for this purpose. The dhutangas comprise qualities of Dhamma so supremely profound that it is difficult to fully comprehend their true magnitude.

I myself do not have as comprehensive a knowledge and understanding of the dhutanga practices as I should, but in my own unsophisticated way I have tried my best to do justice to them. I hope you will forgive my shortcomings in this regard. In truth, the dhutangas are so profoundly subtle it would be virtually impossible to fully elaborate on all their outstanding qualities. They have the capacity to take someone, who is truly devoted to their practice, from the basic levels of Dhamma all the way to the highest ariya levels. In fact, no Dhamma attainment is beyond the scope of the dhutangas. As a teacher, Ācariya Mun always led his disciples in observing these ascetic practices, right until the last days of his life. Only when his strength was completely exhausted did he let go of them, along with his physical body. Clearly the dhutangas are essential practices for those intending to purify their hearts of all vestiges of the kilesas – this truth is undeniable.

I shall refrain from giving a detailed explanation here of each ascetic observance with its distinctive merits and importance. Anyone interested in looking into them can uncover these attributes for themselves. You may discover a degree of subtlety that proves to be more beneficial to you than simply reading someone else's explanation. I have been looking into these practices since my early days as a dhutanga monk and I continue to gain good results from them to this day. I have always considered them an essential part of my overall practice. Anyone intent on seeing an end to the kilesas, from the most vulgar ones to the most refined, should never overlook the dhutanga observances, thinking them incapable of doing the job.

His Final Illness   

Ācariya Mun had already lived for five years at Ban Nong Pheu monastery when, in March of 1949 – precisely on the fourteenth day of the fourth lunar month – his body began exhibiting signs indicating the approaching end of his life. By then, he was 79 years old. On that day there appeared the first symptoms of an illness that was to worsen until it finally brought to a close his long life[153] – a day that sent tremors through Ācariya Mun's body elements and shock waves through the community of his close disciples. Initially there was a light fever, accompanied by a slight cough. But as the days passed, the symptoms steadily worsened, never showing the slightest improvement. Obviously abnormal, the constant decline in his health worried us all. But Ācariya Mun himself clearly knew that this was to be his final illness – an illness no type of medical treatment could cure. He informed his disciples of this from the very beginning and from then on never showed any interest in medicines. On the contrary, he seemed annoyed when someone brought him medicines to take. This he expressed in no uncertain terms:

"This is the illness of an old man who has reached the end of the line. No matter what kind of medicine I take, it will never be cured. All that's left is the breath in my body, biding its time, awaiting the day it finally ceases. I'm like a dead tree that's still standing: no matter how much you fertilize and water that tree, it is impossible to make it sprout and flower again. This old dead tree now stands anticipating the day it will topple over and go crashing to the ground, felled by this very same illness. I thoroughly investigated my condition long before the symptoms appeared. That is why I've been warning you all: Don't be complacent. Hurry up, intensify your efforts now while I am still alive. In that way, I can help you resolve any problems you may have in the meantime. Missing this opportunity now may cause you to waste a lot of time in the future. I will not be here much longer. Soon I shall depart this world, in keeping with the law of impermanence that follows constantly on the heels of all conditioned things without exception. Three years ago I warned you that I would not last more than three years. What more can I say? What I've told you, I know to be inevitable. The work that the round of saṁsāra performs inside the minds and bodies of human beings and animals alike continues unerringly along its natural course.

In just a few months time it will complete its final task within this body of mine. How can it possibly alter its appointed task?"

With each passing day his symptoms gradually worsened. Showing no interest in medicines of any kind, he was clearly annoyed when people came and urged him to try this remedy or that cure. But so many people arrived offering 'cures' that he had a hard time resisting them all. Each one touted the effectiveness of the medicine he was offering, insisting that if he took it he was sure to get better, for it had already cured many others. They all pleaded with him to try their medicines out of compassion for them. They wanted him to get better so he could continue to be of service to his many followers for a long time to come. He often warned them that medicines were useless for his illness; that only firewood for cremating the corpse was appropriate. But the more he protested, the more they beseeched him. So occasionally he yielded to their appeals and took a small dose of medicine. He was concerned that people would feel disappointed if they believed he had given up on his condition.

As news of his illness spread across the region, people began arriving from all directions to visit him at Ban Nong Pheu. Traveling from locations far and near in all kinds of weather, a steady flow of monks and laity poured in like the waters from a monsoon rain. Ban Nong Pheu was situated in a valley surrounded by thick forest some twelve to fifteen miles from the main highway between Udon Thani and Sakon Nakhon. Though people had to travel by foot to see him, they appeared undaunted by the distance and the difficulties it posed. Only the elderly, unable to make the journey on foot, hired ox carts to take them there.

By nature, Ācariya Mun always preferred to live alone quietly. Even the monks living with him were discouraged from bothering him unless absolutely necessary. Consequently, receiving large numbers of well-wishers disagreed with his natural inclination to remain aloof from such tiresome affairs. When sick, he had always been reluctant to allow even his close disciples to take care of him, though he did make certain exceptions. When he did allow it, the monks attending to his personal needs had to be very circumspect in his presence. Only monks deemed trustworthy were selected for these duties. As his health deteriorated, a discerning senior monk was appointed to oversee all arrangements for his health care. Since by nature Ācariya Mun was very thorough and meticulous, this monk had to decide what action was appropriate in each instance and then see that the other monks carefully followed this regimen. For this reason, monks attending on him were carefully chosen to ensure their behavior did not conflict with his subtle temperament.

The lay people and the monks, arriving from various locations around the region with hopes of seeing him to pay their respects, were first asked to wait until an appropriate time could be arranged. When the monk handling these matters felt the time was right, he entered Ācariya Mun's hut to inform him about the visitors. Once permission was granted, the visitors were taken to see him. After Ācariya Mun had spoken to them for awhile, they respectfully took their leave and departed. The monks at Ban Nong Pheu monastery had always arranged visits in this manner for those who came to see him. Visitors were invariably asked to wait until permission was granted; and then, they were escorted to his hut in groups at the time which he had agreed to receive them. The exceptions to this rule were senior disciples, who enjoyed a special, close relationship with him, being ācariyas in their own right. Once Ācariya Mun was informed of their arrival and had given his consent, the ācariyas went straight in to converse with him in private.

As the months passed, his condition continued to deteriorate. Although the symptoms never became very severe, he always felt unwell. His illness resembled an armed insurgency gradually escalating into a full scale war, consuming everything in its path, and leaving its victim decimated. His disciples were deeply affected. He occupied a special place at the center of their hearts, so his failing health left them all distraught. Feeling sad, even dejected, they were not so cheerful as before. Every conversation began with the topic of Ācariya Mun's illness and moved on to something else, only to return to his health again as the conversation ended.

Despite failing health, Ācariya Mun did not neglect his teaching obligations. His compassionate concern for his disciples never diminished, though he was no longer able to expound the Dhamma in such detail as before. Having finished his talk, he briefly answered questions and then promptly adjourned the meeting to return to his hut for a rest. Incredibly though, while sitting there expounding Dhamma to the assembled monks, he showed no signs of his illness. He spoke with characteristic resoluteness in a sharp, lively fashion, his voice booming loudly as if he never had been sick. When he wanted to emphasize a point, the tempo of his voice quickened dramatically to drive the point home. He held nothing back as he spoke. His whole demeanor belied his true condition. Only after he finished speaking did we all realize how exhausted he was. So we quickly adjourned to allow him a chance to rest.

ONE EVENING SHORTLY before his illness began, on the occasion of Māgha Pūjā, the full moon day of February 1949, Ācariya Mun began expounding Dhamma to the assembled monks at eight p.m. and did not finish until midnight, speaking for a total of four hours. The power of the Dhamma he delivered that night truly amazed the whole assembly of dhutanga monks who were gathered for that occasion. To those listening, the entire universe appeared to have vanished without a trace, replaced in their awareness by the flow of his all-encompassing Dhamma, radiating forth in every direction. He began by paying tribute to the 1,250 Arahants who had come together spontaneously on this full moon day in the time of the Buddha. "On this day 1,250 Arahants assembled spontaneously at the Lord Buddha's residence without prior arrangement. They were all individuals of the utmost purity, completely free of kilesas. The Lord Buddha himself delivered the Pāṭimokkha exhortation[154] that day, making the occasion a visuddhi uposatha; that is, an uposatha observed among monks who are all absolutely pure. Compare that assembly with the one gathered here today. You listen to the Pāṭimokkha being recited among monks who are all absolutely tainted – not one of you is completely free of kilesas. It is dismaying to think that, having ordained as a monk, each of you is a son of the same Buddha as those Arahant disciples.[155] Yet, in your case it is just an empty claim lacking any real substance; like a person having the name 'Goodman' who, on the contrary, is so weighed down under his own evil doings he can hardly move. In the Buddha's day, monks practiced the Dhamma truly and so became true monks with a true understanding that concealed nothing false. Today, the fame and celebrity of some monks is so great that they rival the sun and the moon, yet their actions sink to the depths of avīci. Where will they ever find virtue, truth, and purity? They merely accumulate a mass of kilesas and create the evil kamma that goes with them. Since monks today are not engaged in uprooting the kilesas from their hearts, how can visuddhi uposatha possibly arise? Once ordained, they are satisfied with their exalted status as Buddhist monks, taking for granted that this makes them models of virtue. But they have no idea what the true virtues of a Buddhist monk really are. If they understood the meaning of the Pāṭimokkha exhortation that the Lord Buddha delivered, they would know the true nature of virtue. He condensed the essential meaning of virtue into this concise statement: Refrain from all evil, develop goodness and wisdom in abundance, and purify the mind until it is bright and clear. This is the essence of the Buddha's teaching.

"Refraining from evil, what does it mean? Some people refrain from acting in evil ways but still speak in evil ways. Others may not act or speak in evil ways but still like to think in evil ways. They continue to amass evil within themselves from dawn to dusk. Waking up the next morning, they resume – amassing more evil. So it continues, day in and day out, and they are not interested in reflecting upon their actions. Convinced they are already virtuous people, they wait around expecting a state of purity to arise from virtue that exists in name only. So they never find a state of purity; instead, they find only defilement and disquiet. This is bound to happen, for anyone intent on looking for trouble is sure to find it. What else would they find? There is no shortage of such things in the conventional world we live in."

This was Ācariya Mun's way of explaining the underlying, natural principles of virtue to practicing monks in the hope that they would gain a profound insight into the Truth. He then went on to explain the way of practice that begins with samādhi and wisdom and ends with the ultimate attainment – absolute freedom. Discussing all areas of practice fully and openly, his exposition that day held nothing back. But, since much of what he said has already been covered in previous talks, I shall not elaborate any further here. The assembly of monks sat perfectly still the entire time he spoke, no one making the slightest sound to interrupt the cadence of his voice as he delivered this eloquent discourse.

As he finished speaking, he made a similar remark to the one he previously made at Wat Chedi Luang monastery in Chiang Mai. He said, in effect, that this talk would be the "final encore" of his old age – never would he give another such talk. His words that night were prophetic, because from that day on he never gave another profound and lengthy exposition of Dhamma. One month later his illness began, and his health steadily declined until he finally passed away.

Despite the physical difficulties he suffered as a result of that degenerative disease, he insisted on making the effort to walk to the village for almsround and continued eating only one meal a day from his alms bowl, as he always had. He did not simply abandon these practices. Eventually, when he felt that he could no longer walk the entire distance, he made an effort to walk at least halfway through the village before returning to the monastery. Seeing that so much walking caused him great difficulty, lay supporters and senior monks conferred and decided to invite him to walk only as far as the monastery gate, where offerings of food would be placed in his bowl. Had they requested him to abstain altogether from going on almsround, he would surely have demurred – so long as he was still physically able, he felt obliged to continue. So everyone had to respect his wishes. They wanted to avoid doing anything that might conflict with his resolute temperament. He continued walking to the front gate for alms until he became too weak to make it there and back. At that point, he began walking only as far as the refectory to collect alms. Only when he could no longer walk at all did he stop going for alms. Even then, he continued to eat just one meal a day, which he took in his alms bowl. The rest of us had to respect his wishes each time. We were all amazed at the endurance of this noble sage who, refusing to forsake his fighting spirit, conceded nothing to the kilesas.

As for the rest of us, we would probably be so dispirited at the very first sign of sickness that someone would have to carry us to the refectory to eat. It is truly disgraceful: the kilesas always laughing at us as we lie hopelessly on their chopping block, waiting for them to shred us to pieces like so much raw meat. What a pathetic sight! Here we are full-fledged human beings willingly putting ourselves at the mercy of the kilesas. All of us who carry this shame on our conscience should stop and reflect on Ācariya Mun's mode of practice. We can then adopt it to safeguard us in our struggle with these defilements. In that way, we will always remain faithful to our Buddhist principles – instead of just being the kilesas' whipping boys.

Eventually, Ācariya Mun's condition became so serious that the rest of us felt obliged to undertake certain precautions. We quietly arranged for groups of three or four monks to keep a vigil every night sitting beneath his hut. We arranged this ourselves without informing him, though he may have been intuitively aware of it. We were concerned he might forbid us to do it, reasoning that it was a burden on the monks and thus an unnecessary nuisance. Every night small groups of monks took turns, sitting silently beneath his hut in continuous shifts that lasted until dawn. Each group stayed for several hours until it was replaced by the next. This routine was already well established by the beginning of the rainy season retreat that year. When it became obvious that his illness had become very debilitating, we conferred among ourselves and decided to request his permission for two monks to be allowed to sit in meditation on his verandah. With his consent, two monks were always seated on his verandah from then on, and two more were seated down below. Besides the regular shifts of monks who kept watch on him, others were quietly overseeing the whole arrangement throughout the night.

The end of the rains retreat saw an increasing number of senior disciples begin arriving from their own retreat locations to pay him their respects and help look after his needs. By that time his condition was critical, and becoming more and more unstable by the day. Eventually, he called all his disciples together one day to remind them of the proper way to handle his impending death.

"My illness has now reached its final stage. It is time to think about what will happen when I die – preparations must be made in time. As I've told you many times, I am going to die – this much is certain. My death is destined to be a major event affecting not only the general public, but animals as well. I want you to know that I do not wish to die here at Ban Nong Pheu. If I die here, it will be necessary to slaughter large numbers of farm animals in order to feed all the people coming to my funeral. I am only one dying person, but the death of this one person will in turn cause the deaths of a great many animals. Crowds of people will travel here to attend my funeral, but there's no market in this village where foodstuffs can be purchased. Since ordaining as a monk I have never for a moment considered doing harm to any animal, to say nothing of killing them. Compassion has always been the foundation of my conscious existence. I am continuously extending the spirit of loving kindness and dedicating the fruits of my merit to all living beings without exception. I do not want to see any animal lose the life it cherishes so dearly. I could never countenance having my own death become a source of enmity between myself and the world's animals.

"I want you to take me to Sakon Nakhon so I can die there. That town has a large marketplace, so my death should not affect the lives of so many animals. I have yet to die, but monks and lay people are already arriving here in a steady stream, their numbers increasing each day – clear evidence of the scale of the problem. Now think of how many people will come when I finally do die. Many people will mourn my death, but that is not my concern. I am ready for death – whenever and wherever it happens. I have no regrets about parting with my body. Having already investigated it thoroughly, I know that it is merely a combination of elements that have joined together temporarily, only to break apart again and revert back to their original elemental nature. What is there to be attached to? What I am concerned about is safeguarding the local farm animals so they won't have to perish as well. I don't want to see animal carcasses laid out for sale all up and down the roadsides here. That would be extremely regrettable. Fortunately, it's not too late to remedy the situation. I am asking that you arrange for my departure as soon as possible for the sake of all those animals that would otherwise die as a result of my death. It is my express wish that their lives be protected. Does anyone have anything to say? If so, speak up now."

Not a single person in the group spoke up. A atmosphere of quiet despair pervaded the assembly. As the Buddha said: yampiccaṁ na labhati tampi dukkhaṁ: not getting what one wants is truly a form of dukkha. Everyone realized that whether he went to Sakon Nakhon or remained at Ban Nong Pheu, in either case the situation was hopeless – he was going to die. So the meeting remained silent. There was just no way to resolve this dilemma. In the end, everyone willingly agreed to his request.

Prior to the meeting, the residents of Ban Nong Pheu village had made it known that they would feel honored to have him die there. "We will manage all the funeral arrangements ourselves. We may be quite poor here but our hearts are rich in faith and respect for Ācariya Mun. We will do everything we possibly can to arrange the funeral here.

We won't let anyone look down on us saying that the villagers of Ban Nong Pheu couldn't cremate the body of even one ācariya – instead, it had to be done elsewhere. We don't want that kind of reputation. Whatever happens, all of us here are ready to offer ourselves to Ācariya Mun, body and soul. He will remain our cherished refuge until the day he dies. We can't allow anyone to take him away. We will resist to the last breath any attempt to do so."

So when hearing Ācariya Mun's explanation for being taken away, their disappointment was palpable, but they felt they couldn't object. Although they venerated him so much their sadness and disappointment at hearing his reasons nearly broke their hearts, they were forced to accept his decision. They truly deserve a lot of sympathy. Their willingness to sacrifice everything in their devotion to Ācariya Mun is a gesture I will always treasure. I'm sure that all of my readers feel the same way.

Many of Ācariya Mun's most senior disciples attended the meeting, aware as he spoke that he must be moved as soon as possible. After he had announced his decision and stated his reasons, and there being no dissenting voices, the monks and laity who were present all agreed to construct a stretcher suitable to carry him on the long journey from Ban Nong Pheu to Sakon Nakhon. The next day, a large crowd of lay supporters and monks brought the stretcher to his hut, awaiting his departure. An immense sorrow overcame everyone that day. They realized they were about to lose somebody whom they so deeply cherished and revered. It was a sorrow so great that local people and monks alike could barely contain their emotions.

After the morning meal was over and everyone awaited in readiness for the journey to start, emotions began to run high in the crowd surrounding his hut as the local people, gathered to see him off, gave vent to their despair one last time. Many monks and novices swelled the crowd; they too felt the strain. The deep sadness depressing their hearts slowly welled up, and tears flowed quietly, dampening their cheeks. At that moment Ācariya Mun appeared, carried by a group of his senior disciples – a moment of further heightened emotion. As the monks carried him down the steps and placed him on the stretcher, the mixture of affection, respect, and despair that everyone had kept bottled-up inside freely poured out: men, women, monks, and novices were no longer able to hold back their flood of tears. Onlookers wept openly, expressing an unrestrained and deep sense of sorrow. I myself could not avoid getting caught up in the despondent mood pervading that sad occasion, despite the fact that I was accompanying Ācariya Mun when he left. The air filled with sounds of weeping and crying. People called out, begging Ācariya Mun, "Please get better: Don't pass away from this world leaving us forever in unbearable sadness." They were almost inconsolable at that point. In his great compassion, he sympathized with how poor their community was. This they knew; yet they couldn't help but feel terribly miserable watching the cherished treasure over whom they had faithfully kept watch for so many years slip away from them forever. He was departing now, and there was nothing they could do to prevent it.

As Ācariya Mun was carried past, the sounds of their heartfelt laments surged along the path, a tidal wave of grief inundating the hearts of those who lined the route. As he passed by, everything appeared gray and bleak, as though their lives had suddenly been snuffed out. Even the grasses and trees, though insensible to the unfolding scene before them, appeared to wither up and die in response. As Ācariya Mun left the peaceful shade of the forest sanctuary where he and his disciples had lived so contentedly – a place where so many ordinary people had come to find shelter over the years – the monastery suddenly felt deserted, even though many monks still remained. Suddenly it no longer had that enormous tree with the thick, broad foliage that had always given so much peace and comfort to all who came to shelter there. The heartrending, anguished cries of those wanting to offer their undying devotion to the sāsana was an immensely sad, forlorn sound indeed. They were witnessing the departure of the one man who embodied the high ideals of their unshakable religious faith.

Long after the procession had passed through the village and the sounds of inconsolable grief had faded into the distance, hundreds of monks and lay people continued to walk behind his stretcher, their long, drawn faces mirroring the somber, cheerless spirit of the occasion. Walking along in complete silence like mourners in a funeral procession of a close friend or relative, they did their best to come to terms with the heartbreak. No one spoke a word, but in their hearts they pondered long and deeply on their shattered hopes, the overwhelming feeling being that all was now lost. It seemed then as if we were taking his corpse away to dispose of it, even though he was still very much alive. The realization that all hope was now gone, that he would never return again, had fully sunk in. The more we thought about it, the sadder we became. Yet we couldn't stop thinking about it. We all walked along in a kind of melancholy daze, contemplating thoughts of despair.

I must confess to being shamefully inadequate in this regard – the whole journey I thought only of how I was about to lose my one true refuge in life. No longer would there be someone to rely on when questions arose in my practice, as they so often did. The distance from Ban Nong Pheu to the district seat of Phanna Nikhom was approximately fifteen miles; but the long hours of walking passed almost unnoticed. Walking behind him, knowing he was dying, I thought only of how much I was going to miss my teacher. I desperately wanted him to continue living at the time. His final days corresponded to a crucial stage in my own meditation practice, a time when I had many unresolved problems to work out. No matter how much I pondered this predicament, I always arrived at the same conclusion: my dependence on him would have to be terminated soon. This made the future look bleak.

His condition remained calm and stable throughout the long journey – he did not display any obvious signs of ill health. In fact, he appeared to be lying fast asleep, though of course he wasn't sleeping at all. Around midday, the procession reached a cool, shady grove of trees. We asked Ācariya Mun's permission to take a short rest for the sake of the large group of people accompanying him. He immediately asked, "Where are we now?" The moment I heard his voice I was caught off guard by a surge of affection and emotional attachment. Why was I so deeply moved by this wonderful, welcome sound? It seemed, suddenly, as though Ācariya Mun was his old self again.

Is this beloved paragon of the three worlds truly going to abandon me, a poor orphan whose heart is about to break? Will his pure heart, whose kind assistance has always helped to breathe life into my spirit, really withdraw from my life and disappear – forever? Such were my immediate feelings the moment Ācariya Mun spoke up. Some people may consider this a somewhat crazy reaction. But I have no misgivings – I willingly admit this kind of craziness. For Ācariya Mun's sake, I was so crazy I would gladly have volunteered to die in his place without the least concern for my own life. Had it been his wish, I would have happily laid down my life – no second thoughts. I was prepared at a moment's notice to sacrifice my life for his. But, alas, it was impossible for him to accept any sacrifice I might be willing to offer. The truth is that everyone in the world must inevitably travel the same route: whatever is born must die. There are no exceptions.

The journey to Sakon Nakhon was planned in two stages. The first day we walked as far as Ban Phu monastery in Phanna Nikhom district, where we were to rest for a few days, allowing Ācariya Mun a chance to recuperate before moving on to Sakon Nakhon.[156] Leaving Ban Nong Pheu at nine o'clock that morning, the procession eventually reached Ban Phu monastery shortly before dark. The journey had taken all day because we followed the more circuitous route, skirting the edge of the mountains, to make it easier for him and the many elderly men and women determined to follow him all the way. Upon arriving, we invited him to rest in a low pavilion where his needs could easily be attended. It was also a convenient place for monks and lay people to pay him their respects.

Ācariya Mun's sojourn at Ban Phu monastery dragged on for many days, his condition steadily worsening the entire time. Meanwhile, each new day brought visiting crowds of monks and lay people from the surrounding area. Some even came at night. All were eager for a chance to meet him and pay their respects. Though well aware of his illustrious reputation, most of them had never made his acquaintance. They had heard the news that he was certainly a modern-day Arahant who would soon pass away into Nibbāna. It was rumored that those who met him would be blessed with good fortune, while those that didn't would have lived their lives in vain. So they were all anxious to benefit by coming to pay him homage. They did not want to feel they had wasted their birth as human beings.

The very first morning after arriving at Ban Phu, Ācariya Mun demanded to know when he would be taken to Sakon Nakhon. He told his disciples that it was not his intention to die at Ban Phu – they must take him on to Sakon Nakhon without further delay. His senior disciples replied that they planned to wait for a short while for him to recuperate, then they would proceed to Sakon Nakhon as he requested. So Ācariya Mun let the matter drop for awhile. The next day he again asked the same question. His senior disciples repeated their reasons and he remained silent, only to bring it up again later. Time and again he demanded to know when they would take him to Sakon Nakhon. He said that, by waiting too long, he would fail to make it in time.

In the end, they asked him to extend his stay at Ban Phu monastery for a full ten days. By the time four or five days had passed, he was pressing them constantly to take him to Sakon Nakhon. Each time, his senior disciples either kept silent or repeated their previous justifications for staying. Repeatedly he pressed them, scolding them for waiting so long.

"Are you going to have me die here?! I've told you from the very beginning – I am going to die in Sakon Nakhon. My time is almost up. Get me there in a hurry! Don't wait so long!f

During the final three days, his demands to be taken to Sakon Nakhon became increasingly vociferous. During his last night there he flatly refused to lie down and sleep. Instead, he urgently called the monks to his bedside and told them unequivocally that he could not remain alive much longer. He insisted on being taken that very night to be sure of arriving in time. He then had us prop him up, sitting cross-legged in samādhi and facing in the direction of Sakon Nakhon. As soon as he withdrew from samādhi, he told us to prepare to leave – he was waiting no longer. We rushed off to call his senior disciples. They informed him that he would definitely be taken to Sakon Nakhon the next morning. Following this assurance, his sense of urgency lessened somewhat, but he still refused to go to sleep, speaking openly about how he felt:

"My time is almost up, I cannot hang on much longer. It would be better to leave tonight. In that way, I will be sure to arrive in time for that critical moment which is now fast approaching. I have no wish to shoulder the burden of this flaming mass of body elements any longer. I want to discard the body once and for all so that I needn't be concerned with this great pile of pain and suffering ever again. I am literally on the verge of death right now. Don't you monks realize that I could die at any minute? My body is completely useless now. There is no justifiable reason to keep me in this state of physical torment. All of you understand my reasons for going to Sakon Nakhon – that's why we came here in the first place. So why do you still insist on delaying my departure? Is this Sakon Nakhon? Why don't you take me there immediately? I want to go right now! What are you waiting for? What use is a corpse? It's not useful for anything, not even for making fish sauce!

1I have already told you: my body has reached its limit – it simply cannot last any longer. Isn't anyone here interested in listening to me and doing what I say? I have explicitly stated what I want you to do, still no one seems to listen. If you insist on adopting such an attitude, how will you ever discover the Truth? If here in my presence, while I'm alive, you are so stubborn, refusing to believe what I say, how will you ever manage to be good, reasonable people once I'm dead? I know what I told you to be absolutely true. I have explained the whole situation to you in a carefully considered, reasonable manner. Yet, you stubbornly refuse to comply. I am beginning to lose hope that any of you will develop the principles of sound judgment needed to uphold the sāsana."

Ācariya Mun was very adamant the last night at Ban Phu – he absolutely refused to sleep that whole night. I suspect he was afraid that, in his condition, he might never wake up again. At the time none of us there with him could figure out his reason for staying awake all night. Only later did the real reason occur to me.

At seven o'clock the next morning, several trucks from the provincial highway department arrived to escort Ācariya Mun to Sakon Nakhon. Mrs. Num Chuwanon, as head of the escort, invited him to ride in one of the vehicles. He readily agreed and asked only whether there were enough vehicles to carry all of the many monks who were scheduled to accompany him. He was informed that three trucks had come. If these were not sufficient to transport all the monks who wanted to go, a return trip would be made to pick up the rest. Understanding the arrangement, Ācariya Mun remained silent. After the monks had eaten their meal, a doctor injected him with a sedative so that he would not be disturbed by the bumpy ride. In those days, the roads were quite rough – full of potholes and in generally poor condition. Having received the injection, he was placed on a stretcher and carried out to one of the trucks parked at the edge of the field, there being no road into the monastery. Soon after, he began to fall asleep. The convoy of vehicles then began the trip to Sakon Nakhon, arriving there at exactly noon.

Upon arrival, he was carried down from the truck and placed, still sleeping, in a hut at Wat Suddhawat monastery. He remained asleep the entire day, not waking until about midnight. Within an hour of his waking those critical symptoms – of which he had repeatedly forewarned his seemingly deaf and blind disciples – became more and more apparent, as if to say to us all: Now do you see? This is why I kept insisting that you hurry to bring me to Sakon Nakhon. I want to quickly rid myself of this messy heap of suffering. The symptoms are fully obvious now. If you still don't understand, then take a look. If you still don't believe what I was telling you, then watch carefully and consider with all your heart what you see appearing before you at this moment. Was I telling you the truth or not? Stop being so deaf, blind, and thoughtless from now on. Otherwise, you will never find the wisdom needed to save yourselves. What you are witnessing right now should inspire you to think deeply – so don't be complacent.

Bhārā have pañcakkhandā: the five khandhas are indeed a heavy burden. In the very early hours of the morning he began to take leave of this heavy burden – this heap of intense suffering that no truly wise person wants to encounter again in the future. The monastery was absolutely quiet that night. No one milled about to disturb the stillness. Shortly, some important ācariyas, like Chao Khun Dhammachedi from Wat Bodhisomphon monastery in Udon Thani, arrived at his hut, having come in great haste as soon as they heard the news. As they entered, they hurriedly sat down in a calm, composed manner, though their hearts were actually troubled by the obvious deterioration in his condition. It was a poignant reminder that he could pass away at any moment. Monks arriving to monitor his condition sat silently in three rows facing him. Important senior disciples, led by Chao Khun Dhammachedi, sat in the front, the more junior monks and novices filling the remaining rows. All sat in complete silence, their eyes fixed on Ācariya Mun. Their lower eyelids were moistened by tears they couldn't hold back – such was the intensity of their despair. They knew all hope was lost, for nothing at all could be done to change the inevitable. They felt as if their own lives were losing all meaning.

At the beginning, Ācariya Mun was lying on his right side in the 'lion's posture'. Fearing this might exhaust him, some monks gently removed the pillow supporting him so that he came to rest lying on his back. As soon as he became aware of this, he tried to shift back to his right side, but he no longer had the strength to move. As he struggled to turn on his side, some senior ācariyas attempted to reposition the pillow so that it again supported his back. But noticing how very weak he was, they decided to stop, fearing that it might just make matters worse. Consequently, when Ācariya Mun finally passed away he was lying neither on his back nor on his right side, but slightly propped up somewhere in between. It was simply impossible to adjust his posture further under the circumstances. His disciples, mostly monks and novices with a few lay people, sat in total despair as life slowly ebbed from his body. So apprehensive were they about his imminent death, they had almost forgotten to breathe.

As the minutes passed, his breathing gradually became softer and more refined. No one took their eyes off him for it was obvious the end was fast approaching. His breathing continued to grow weaker and weaker until it was barely discernible. A few seconds later it appeared to cease; but it ended so delicately that no one present could determine just when he passed away. His physical appearance revealed nothing abnormal – so different from the death of the ordinary person. Despite the fact that all his disciples observed his final moments with unblinking attention, not one of them was able to say with any conviction: "That was precisely the moment when Ācariya Mun finally took leave of this dismal world."

Seeing no apparent signs of life, Chao Khun Dhammachedi rather tentatively said, "I think he's passed away." At the same time he glanced down at his watch – it was exactly 2:23 a.m. So that was taken as the time of death. When death had been confirmed, the impact of his passing was reflected in the grief-stricken, tearful faces of all the monks who sat crowded around the lifeless body. There followed an anguished few moments of low coughs and soft, incoherent mutterings before the whole room sank into a mood of silent despair which is beyond the power of words to describe. Our hearts were plunged into unbearable feelings of emptiness; our bodies sitting there appeared to be mere empty shells. Several long moments of stilled silence ensued when the whole world appeared to cease momentarily while Ācariya Mun abandoned his conventional existence and entered into the domain of Ultimate Happiness where no vestige of conventional reality could disturb him ever again.

I myself very nearly died of a broken heart along with him as I sat by his side steeped in pensive sorrow. I could not manage to shake off the gloomy, somber mood that clouded my heart as he departed the world. I could do nothing to alleviate the extreme pain of the loss I felt. 'Living dead' fittingly describes my sense of hopelessness at that moment.

After a period of silence, his senior disciples had the monks neatly rearrange his bedding. They laid out his body there for the time being, with the understanding that next morning they would consult together about making further arrangements. This accomplished, the monks began filing out of his room. Though a few remained on the verandah outside the room, most of them went down below. Even though the whole area surrounding the hut was illuminated by brightly-lit lanterns, his disciples stumbled around blindly in dejection, unsure where they were going. Appearing somnolent, almost drugged, they wandered aimlessly back and forth. Several monks actually fainted at the time, as though they too were about to expire because life no longer held any meaning for them. The entire monastic community found itself in a chaotic state of confusion late that night; all were inconsolable over the terrible sense of loss they suffered. Monks milled around absentmindedly, having no clear idea where they were going or why. Such was the power of utter despondency arising from the departure of that shining beacon which so illuminated their lives and brightened their hearts. Suddenly, all sense of comfort and security had evaporated, exposing them to the uncertainty of living on without a reliable refuge. This cold, dark constriction in their hearts left them feeling that nothing substantial remained in the entire universe, nothing they could hold to for support. Failing to consider that beings throughout the universe have always managed to find a source of refuge, at that moment they appeared to face a bleak and uncertain future, as if dire misfortune were engulfing them all. Ācariya Mun had been the one, true refuge. To him they could always confidently entrust themselves, heart and soul, without reservation.

I mean no disregard to the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha, but at that moment they seemed somehow very distant, making it difficult to reestablish them as a viable refuge. They did not appear to project the same affirmative presence that Ācariya Mun did; he was always close at hand and ready to help resolve our doubts and provide us with inspiration. Approaching him with pressing problems that we were unable to solve on our own, these same burning issues invariably dissolved away the moment he offered a solution. This salient recollection, so deeply engraved on my heart, profoundly affected me when he passed away. I could think of no other person capable of helping me solve my problems. Who else could I find with such compassion for me? Who else's advice could I trust? I was afraid of being left alone, depressed, and hopelessly stuck with my own store of ignorance. Gone were the easy solutions I had found while living with him. The more I thought about this dilemma, the more discouraged I became about finding a safe, painless way out on my own. In my ignorance, I saw no way forward at that moment; only misery and despair stared me in the face. Sitting there in front of his dead body, as though I myself were dead, I could think of no way to save myself and relieve my misery. I sat brooding, a living, breathing ghost, completely oblivious to time or bodily fatigue. This was the first time in my life as a monk that I felt so gloomy, frightened, and confused–and there was no one to help me, no means of extricating myself from this distress. Each time I glanced down at Ācariya Mun's still, lifeless body, tears welled up in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. I was helpless to stop them. My chest heaved and sobbed as an uncontrollable emotion arose and lodged in my throat, nearly suffocating me.

Eventually I regained enough presence of mind to reflect inwardly, admonishing myself: Do I really intend to die of a broken heart right now? He died free of concerns and attachments, which are matters of the kilesas. If I were to die now, I would die as a result of my concerns and attachments. That would be harmful to me. Neither my despondency nor my death is of any use to me, or to Ācariya Mun. When he was alive, he never taught us to miss him to the point of death. This kind of longing is the way of worldly people everywhere. Even though my reason for missing him is associated with Dhamma, it is still contaminated by worldly concerns, and thus hardly worthy of a Buddhist monk. Such thoughts are especially inappropriate for someone like me who has set his sights firmly on achieving the highest level of Dhamma. The Lord Buddha stated that whoever practices the Dhamma properly is, in fact, worshipping the Buddha; that whoever realizes the Dhamma, realizes the Buddha as well. It is clear that my longing is not in perfect accord with Dhamma. To be in perfect accord with Dhamma I must practice precisely what Ācariya Mun taught me. This is the correct way for me to show how much I miss him. Should I die while engaged in those Harte Trainingsmethoden that he recommended, I shall feel confident that my death is in harmony with the principles of Dhamma. This is the only sensible way to behave. I must not obstruct my own progress by longing for him in an unreasonable, worldly manner – I'll only harm myself.

In this way I regained mindfulness, allowing reason a chance to intervene and forestall the maelstrom raging in my heart at the time. And so I avoided being buried alive in my own futility.

The Funeral   

By midmorning, reports of Ācariya Mun's death had spread throughout the adjacent communities; senior monks and government officials of all levels had heard the news. All hurried to the monastery, anxious to pay their last respects to his body. While gathered there, they conferred with Ācariya Mun's senior disciples to reach a consensus on the most suitable way to arrange the funeral. They were determined that it be conducted in a manner reflecting his exalted status as a distinguished ācariya, greatly revered nationwide. At the same time, they arranged to have news of his death broadcast over the radio and printed in the newspapers so that his faithful followers would have access to the news wherever they might be.

No sooner had reports of his death begun to circulate than groups of monks and lay devotees began pouring into the monastery from all directions to pay their last respects. From the time his death was announced until the day his body was cremated, a steady flow of visitors came daily to pay their respects. People living close by came and returned home the same day. But those living some distance away had to stay in the monastery overnight – transportation being less convenient then, than it is today.

During Ācariya Mun's earlier stay at Ban Phu monastery, the people who came to see him had offered so many gifts of various kinds it was hard to keep track of them all. The amount of gift offerings he received from the faithful was extraordinary – a trend which continued until the day of his death. Like rainwater in the monsoon season, donations flowed into the monastery in a continuous stream. In his lifetime he had always been the recipient of much largess, regardless of whether he was staying near a population center or deep in the mountains. Even when staying in the remotest locations, there were invariably generous people willing to make the effort to trek through thick forest so they could offer him something special. By nature, Ācariya Mun was always generous and self-sacrificing: he gave away everything he was offered to assist others. He never thought of keeping things for himself and he never regretted his beneficence. He gave away everything he received, irrespective of what it was or how much it may have cost. In terms of actual poverty, perhaps no monk was poorer than Ācariya Mun. The combined amount of all the donations he received during his life was prodigious, but the amount he gave away in charity was equally as great, if not greater. Whatever he was given, he very soon passed on to someone in need. Even on occasions when he had nothing to give away, he thought of other ways to be of help, though he did this unobtrusively. His beneficence often provided nearby monasteries with much-needed assistance. As the result of a life of self-sacrifice, even after his death people from all over the region continuously arrived with offerings to place before his body as it lay in state at Wat Suddhawat monastery.

Prominent senior monks, in consultation with local government officials, decided that it would be best to keep Ācariya Mun's body for several months before proceeding with the cremation. Agreement was reached that the cremation should take place during the period of the waxing moon in January of 1950. With this in mind, they arranged a special casket to hold the body.

At four o'clock that afternoon, a large crowd of laity, monks, and novices came to attend the funeral bathing rites for his body. When this ceremony was completed, his body, still draped in his monk's robes, was wrapped in many layers of white cloth and placed respectfully in the special casket. The casket's entire front panel was made of glass, allowing those coming from afar, who had never before seen him, to view his body. No one was to be disappointed. The community of monks, headed by Chao Khun Dhammachedi, decided to arrange nightly sessions of sutta chanting to honor him, accompanied by discourses on Dhamma, which were always well attended.

All the various functions connected with Ācariya Mun's funeral were organized with the generous cooperation of the local populace. From government officials and business leaders down to the general public, all contributions were made in a spirit of geniality. Sincere in their faith, they took these responsibilities very seriously, never losing heart. From the day Ācariya Mun passed away until the time of his cremation, the people of Sakon Nakhon put forth a concerted effort to make life as convenient as possible for the monks and novices gathered there for the occasion. They worked tirelessly, with enthusiasm, to insure that this huge funeral ceremony was an unqualified success, and spared no effort or expense in the process.

In the months leading up to the cremation, hundreds of monks arrived in Sakon Nakhon wishing to pay their final respects. Most then returned home, but over one hundred remained, residing in the monastery to help coordinate all the necessary arrangements. Despite the large influx of monks, local residents never felt discouraged; the faithful were prepared to support them each day with plenty of alms food. The lines of monks receiving food every morning seemed to stretch on forever, but people remained unstinting in their generosity from the first day to the last – on not a single day was alms food in short supply. Even with the increasing demand, ample food offerings were always graciously provided to support the monks.

I witnessed the enormous sacrifices these people made during that period, so I feel obliged to record for posterity their charitable goodness and amicable cooperation. It made such a deep impression on me – I shall never forget it. I never imagined I would see so much patience, endurance, and self-sacrifice shown by one group of people. Having experienced this incredible outpouring of generosity firsthand, I want to express my admiration to the people of Sakon Nakhon: they possessed a magnanimous faith that never waned. Their grand hospitality has left me with a warm feeling of gratitude – an impression that will forever remain in my heart.

One had to sympathize with the monks and novices, staying at the monastery, who helped supervise suitable arrangements for all the people attending the funeral, and with the many lay supporters who toiled so hard, helping with the labor. Well in advance of the cremation date, monks and novices were already arriving in large numbers, while the cremation ceremony was expected to attract a crowd of well over ten thousand people. Several pavilions were constructed to house people, and as many kitchen areas as possible were set up around the grounds to accommodate the large crowd that was expected to attend this important occasion. Begun shortly after Ācariya Mun passed away, these preparations were completed just in time for his cremation.

As the day of the funeral ceremony drew near, monks and lay devotees flooded in from all directions, their numbers swelling until those charged with receiving them were hardly able to cope. The closer it came to cremation day, the greater the multitude of people pouring into the monastery. In the end, no more space could be found to accommodate the hordes of people who kept arriving. By funeral day, all the huts were full, and the whole extensive tract of forest within the monastery grounds was crowded with monks and novices who had traveled from all over the region. Most of them camped out in the woods, their white umbrella-tents visible everywhere. A total of eight hundred monks and novices were camped out inside of Wat Suddhawat alone; several hundred more found shelter in nearby monasteries. In all, well over a thousand monks and novices were present at Ācariya Mun's cremation. As for the lay devotees, it was simply impossible to count how many were camped inside the monastery grounds. Over and above that, many more people stayed outside the monastery, sleeping under trees or out in the open fields. Many more slept in town, filling up all the limited hotel space. With the entire multitude finally assembled at the funeral pyre on cremation day, it was impossible to give an accurate reckoning of their total strength. At best, one could estimate that tens of thousands were in attendance that day.

And yet, strangely, amazingly, there was very little of the kind of noise usually associated with such a crowded ceremony. Only the sound of the public address system was heard, broadcasting the religious functions being performed in connection with the cremation. Performed strictly in accordance with kammaṭṭhāna tradition, there were no sideshows to entertain the crowd. The quantities of food, cloth, and other items, that were offered by devotees from all over the region to help the monastery with the funeral, amounted to a small mountain of goods. Hundreds of sacks of rice were offered, while the cars of faithful donors continuously brought food of all sorts to help feed everyone. The quantity of merit-making cloth, offered in honor of Ācariya Mun, would probably have filled a weaving factory. I've never seen a weaving factory and I have no idea how big they are, but I am confident that this mountain of cloth brought by faithful followers from all over the country would have exceeded the capacity of any such factory.

I wish to apologize to the reader if this seems an exaggeration. I was somewhat carried away by a sense of pride I felt concerning the offerings of so many generous people. I never imagined that we Thai people could be so generous. But witnessing this wonderful display of munificence personally, I have continued to be amazed by it ever since. Self-sacrifice and bounteous generosity are hallmarks of the Thai people. From a global perspective, Thailand is but a small country, yet our compassionate tendency to engage in spontaneous acts of charitable giving is second to none. It is a tradition that is entirely appropriate for a country like ours with a Buddhist heritage that teaches us to have compassion for one another. On the whole, we Thais have always been a nation of warm, big-hearted people who tend to shun narrow-minded, stingy attitudes.

Nowhere was this more apparent than at Ācariya Mun's funeral, where faithful donors offered an abundance of items for general consumption. The bounty was truly extraordinary. The sizes of the enormous pots of rice and stew prepared each day were almost frightening. These pots were so big and heavy that several people were required to carry them to the pavilions where the monks gathered to eat. Due to the unusually large number of monks, many different eating places were set up to accommodate them. Most of them ate in large groups – thirty to forty monks here, fifty to sixty monks there – at locations set aside for that purpose within the grounds. Smaller groups of nine to ten monks ate together in the monks' living quarters. The vast majority of them were kammaṭṭhāna monks who ate directly from their alms bowls, so large quantities of dishes and eating utensils were unnecessary, making it much easier to serve so many. Sets of dishes were provided only for the relatively few, prominent administrative monks and those accompanying them.

Once the pots of rice and stew had been offered, monks served themselves in order of seniority, placing rice, stew, and assorted sweets together in their alms bowls. This was normal practice – they invariably mixed their food in that way. The religious faith of the general public and the protective power of Ācariya Mun's spiritual greatness combined to ensure that food was always plentiful.

For the duration of the funeral, there were no instances of drinking or drunken behavior, no quarreling or fighting, and no cases of theft were reported. When found, lost articles were handed over to someone in authority who announced them over the loudspeakers. If the item in question was something valuable, the announcer did not describe it. He said merely that a valuable item had been found and urged the owner to come and claim it. Having correctly identified it, the item was returned to him. If the lost article was something common, the announcer simply described what had been found so the owner could then reclaim it. If it was money, he announced only that some money had been found, but the amount and its container – such as a wallet – were not mentioned. The owner was required to supply this information as proof of ownership.

The funeral ceremonies preceding the cremation of Ācariya Mun's body lasted a total of four days and three nights. The entire event was remarkable in many respects. To begin with, despite the enormous crowds, there was very little noise; no fights or wild, drunken behavior anywhere in the area, no pickpockets, and no thefts reported. Lost valuables were promptly handed over to the authorities; all monks and novices were calm, quiet, and very well-behaved. In any gathering of such size, it is unusual to meet with even one of these favorable conditions. Having them all combined in a single event was truly remarkable indeed.

Beginning at eight o'clock each night the monks assembled to chant suttas in honor of Ācariya Mun. The laity then offered gifts of cloth to the monks, one of whom gave a discourse on Dhamma. Again the next morning after the meal, members of the laity began presenting traditional offerings of merit-making cloth to the monks, offerings which continued with no fixed schedule throughout most of the day. During the four-day period, there were so many faithful devotees, traveling such great distances, hoping to dedicate offerings of cloth, that it would have been impractical to restrict those offerings to scheduled times. The issue was resolved by permitting lay people who wanted to dedicate offerings of cloth to a monk, or a group of monks, to make their dedications as quickly and easily as possible. Those arriving with cloth to offer were advised to contact the announcer and specifying to him how many monks they required. Using the public address system was by far the most convenient method, since it was almost impossible to find a specific monk in such a large crowd in any other way. So if certain devotees wanted to invite a specific monk to come and receive an offering, his name was announced on the public address system. The announcer had a complete list of the names of all the monks in attendance. All visiting monks and novices were required to register their names at the announcer's booth as soon as they arrived, and an announcement to this effect was broadcast on a regular basis. This policy allowed the organizers to make an accurate estimation of the number of monks and novices attending the funeral ceremonies. It also enabled the announcer to call out their names correctly when required.

Monks walked to the nearby villages, or into town, for alms every morning. The only exception was the day of the cremation itself. On that day, the laity made a special request that the monks collect food in the immediate vicinity of the monastery. The faithful lined up in groups at various places inside and outside the monastery, placing offerings into their bowls as the monks filed past.

The ceremony began on the tenth lunar day of the third lunar month and ended at midnight on the thirteenth lunar day with the cremation of Ācariya Mun's body. The special casket containing Ācariya Mun's body was placed on an ornate funeral pyre, specially constructed for the cremation. Built on the site where the uposatha hall presently stands, it was a four-sided wooden structure decorated with intricately carved motifs that skilled craftsman had created for the auspicious occasion. It looked very impressive – worthy of such a distinguished ācariya. His remains were later collected on the morning of the fourteenth lunar day. Unfortunately, I cannot recall the day of the month according to the international calendar.[157]

To the best of my recollection, his body was placed there on the eleventh lunar day. As they prepared to move his body from the pavilion where he lay in state, the monks and the laity held a short service to ask his forgiveness for any past transgressions they might have committed. The casket containing his body was then carried solemnly to the funeral pyre, prompting a dramatic outburst of emotion among his followers as they expressed their grief once more. Watching his body pass by for the last time, the crowd looked on with long, sad faces, tearful expressions occasionally erupting in cries of anguish. It was a chaotic scene, his casket moving slowly through throngs of impassioned supporters, all mourning the loss of an exceptionally noble person who possessed such a boundless ocean of loving kindness. Many in the crowd wept openly as his body passed by. It was all they had left of him – the last vestige of conventional reality still associated with his presence in the world. He had entered the sublime, pure land of Nibbāna. Never again would he return to physical, bodily existence – the domain of tearful lamentations.

His devotees wept one last time – with affection and respect for a man whose Dhamma teaching had soothed their hearts and tempered their ignorance. Through his grace, they had gained the presence of mind needed to reflect on the merits of virtue and the failings of evil. Reminded of his great virtue, they longed to keep his body awhile longer as an object of veneration, though they knew this was now impossible. So they asked only that they be allowed this final chance to offer their tears and heartfelt emotions as tokens of their deep appreciation. Although they may have been unfortunate in many ways, they did have the wonderful good fortune to witness for themselves the final farewell of a supreme sage, sublimely free of all kilesas – an extremely auspicious event that is rarely ever witnessed. Having transcended saṁsāra's abundant misery, he had already reached the Ultimate Happiness of Nibbāna. Even so, they continued to hope that his compassion would be with them in this hour of sorrow – a sorrow that made them weep with longing for that noble being of unbounded virtue who was so dear to their hearts. They wondered when they would ever find a way to escape Māra's net and reached the safety of Nibbāna as well. But their time was not yet ripe. All they could do was extol his extraordinary virtue and honor his magnificent achievement with their tears. Such was the overwhelming sentiment of the Buddhist faithful as they mourned the loss of the monk they so revered. Only when his body had finally been placed upon the funeral pyre did they begin to calm down and grow quiet.

At midnight the funeral pyre was lit. In anticipation, such a mass of people had crowded in around the cremation site that no one could move. Packed tightly together, they pushed and pressed against one another trying to get a better look. All had patiently waited late into the night to have one last glimpse of his body – a memory to be long cherished by everyone.

Just as the funeral pyre was lit, something unimaginably strange and wonderful occurred. As the first flames began to shoot up, a small cloud appeared in the sky and began to rain ever so gently on the burning pyre.

It was the night of the full moon. Bright moonlight was shining over the surrounding area, but the cremation site was suddenly bathed in a fine, misty rain. Softly sprinkling for about fifteen minutes, the cloud then gradually faded into the clear night sky. You may wonder why I think it so strange. Normally, at that time of year, the sky is completely clear; only the stars and the moon are visible. And so it was that night, until the funeral pyre was lit, when a small cloud floated over, sprinkling a gentle shower on the whole proceeding. I clearly witnessed this amazing event – such an extraordinary spectacle I've never forgotten it. Anyone who was there that night will be able to confirm it.

Instead of the usual pile of firewood or charcoal, Ācariya Mun's funeral pyre was made with fragrant sandalwood that ardent devotees had specially ordered from across the Mekong River in Laos. Having acquired a sufficient amount, they mixed it with incense, using this as a pyre to cremate the body. The results were just as satisfactory as those obtained by using plain firewood or charcoal. From the moment the pyre was lit until the cremation of his body had been completed and his remains had been safely collected, the whole affair was supervised by officials from the monastic and lay communities.

At nine o'clock the following morning the bone remains were carefully collected from the ash.[158] Bone relics were distributed to monks representing the various provinces in attendance with the understanding that these relics would be placed in suitable public shrines in their respective locales. Fragments of bone were also handed out to members of the general public, but due to the size of the crowd, there were not nearly enough to go around. As far as I can recall, representatives from over twenty provinces took bone relics back with them that day.

When the collection and distribution of the bone relics were finally completed, something indescribably moving happened that made a profound impression on me. As soon as the officials in charge of collecting the bones had finished their work and left, a scene of total confusion ensued as men and women of all ages rushed in to collect bits and pieces of ash and charcoal to keep as objects of worship. Everybody scrambled to get a bit of this or a piece of that, combing the ground around the funeral pyre for any small memento they could find. In the end, the whole area was spotless – as if it had been scrubbed clean. Walking away, each person seemed to be floating on air, smiling, overjoyed beyond words. All clasped some small keepsake in their fists, guarding their treasure jealously, as though afraid someone might try to snatch it away at any moment. Like so many other events occurring during the course of Ācariya Mun's funeral, it was an extremely moving sight.

Later, as their last act of homage before going home, most people returned one more time to the site of the cremation – the final resting place of Ācariya Mun's body. Prostrating themselves three times, they sat quietly on the ground for a few moments in an attitude of deep reflection, expressing their sense of loss with tears and quiet sobs in a way that was heartrending to witness. As I watched those people who felt such profound gratitude for a monk of surpassing virtue, I shared with them the same painful sense of loss. When their moment of quiet reflection was over, they rose and sadly walked away, their faces stained with tears. Other faithful devotees then took their places, solemnly paying their final respects, aware that they had lost the person they so dearly revered. And so it continued for many hours that day – it was an incredibly touching scene to watch.

The key factor here is the heart: the heart is the most important thing in the world. People's hearts were the primary force behind all the events I have just described. Tens of thousands of monks and lay people attended the funeral – their motivation for going came directly from the heart. Their hearts were instinctively drawn to Ācariya Mun, for his heart was pure Dhamma – an attainment so sought-after that it induced good, moral people from all over the country to come to worship him. Although their hearts may not have amassed as much virtue as they would have liked, it was still enough to create in them a tendency toward future rebirth as human beings. This is unlike the hearts of shameless people who seem to be vying for rebirth in hell or the animal world – types of birth that result in endless suffering. Rebirth in the lower realms of existence effectively debases the heart even further. Eventually, nothing of value is left to hold on to and all hope is lost.

All matters, without exception, converge at the heart: the heart is the driving force churning out the affairs of this world and determining the direction they take. If the heart is inclined toward goodness, everything a person does will bring contentment, both now and in the future. All paths branching off from the main avenue of goodness will invariably provide comfort and security to the virtuous wayfarer. Each rebirth will be a happy, prosperous one where hopes and desires are constantly being fulfilled. One day, that accumulated virtue is bound to lead to the most cherished goal of all. Witness Ācariya Mun, whose heart was a wellspring of goodness from the beginning stages to the very highest one.

Ācariya Mun has been widely glorified for his attainment of Parinibbāna. The word Parinibbāna is used solely in connection with someone absolutely free of all kilesas. When the average person stops breathing, bringing his physical existence to an end, this condition is known as 'death'. But when the Lord Buddha or an Arahant dies, this is Parinibbāna. It is generally presumed that Ācariya Mun's death was also Parinibbāna, a conclusion I have no reason to dispute. I gladly yield to the verdict of all those fine people who have given him this prestigious epitaph. For many years I lived with him, listening closely to his every word, and I found nothing contradictory in his way of life or his Dhamma teaching. In truth, his teaching so profoundly impressed me that I am convinced it was amatadhamma,16 emanating from a heart of genuine purity. A heart of such pureness is by no means inherent within human beings. To experience it, one must take the heart of an ordinary human being, then cleanse it until it becomes the pure heart of an Arahant – there is no other way. This purified heart then remains ariyacitta ariyadhamma forever.

Saying that the heart is the most important thing in the world means that the heart is the decisive factor controlling all manifestations of good and all manifestations of evil. The heart is the principal actor, and the one ultimately held accountable for all actions. If people's hearts motivate them to act in evil ways, the entire planet can easily be destroyed as a consequence. Thus, it is essential that our hearts should receive enough proper training and care so that we can safely look after ourselves and the world we live in. Then we will live in comfort, our lives free of undue disturbance; and the world will be a pleasant place to live, without the specter of strife constantly hanging over it.

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[Ācariya Mun (circa 1942)]

Ācariya Mun (circa 1942)

[Ācariya Mahā Boowa standing before Ācariya Mun's funeral pyre, which skilled craftsmen decorated with intricately carved motifs created especially for the occasion. The ornate casket is laying lengthways just above his head.]

Ācariya Mahā Boowa standing before Ācariya Mun's funeral pyre, which skilled craftsmen decorated with intricately carved motifs created especially for the occasion. The ornate casket is laying lengthways just above his head.

[A group photograph of Ācariya Mun's dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna disciples gathered in front of his ornate funeral pyre.]

A group photograph of Ācariya Mun's dhutanga kammaṭṭhāna disciples gathered in front of his ornate funeral pyre.

[Chao Khun Dhammachedi standing before Ācariya Mun’s funeral pyre. His casket is laying endwise to the camera.]

Chao Khun Dhammachedi standing before Ācariya Mun’s funeral pyre. His casket is laying endwise to the camera.

[Ācariya Chob Thānasamo (1902-1995)]

Ācariya Chob Thānasamo (1902-1995)

7. The Legacy   

In the period following his cremation, many of the monks in Ācariya Mun's lineage remained distraught as they continued to feel the loss of their one reliable refuge in life. Like kites with their strings broken, drifting at the mercy of the winds, they wandered off in all directions. Their spirits depressed, they felt like small, helpless orphans who had lost both parents. Consequently, the circle of practicing monks in Ācariya Mun's lineage found itself quite unsettled in the immediate aftermath of his funeral. By the time they eventually began to regroup, they had all realized the harmful effects of being without a good teacher.

The passing away of an outstanding ācariya is never a small matter. Invariably it affects the community of practicing monks in a very serious way – shaking them like an earthquake to their very foundations. If his disciples have already established themselves firmly in the practice, possessing the mental fortitude to hold their own while helping to sustain their fellow monks, then the long-term effects will not be so adverse. Whether it's a family leader, a social leader, a business leader, a government leader, or a leader in any branch of the community of monks – the death of a good leader is always felt as a huge loss. Since it is ultimately unavoidable, those subordinates who depend on their leadership should earnestly prepare themselves for such an eventuality so that they may prosper now and in the future.

When Ācariya Mun passed away, I saw the incredibly harmful effects that such a loss can have. He was only a single individual, but vast numbers of monks and lay devotees were so grieved by his death that they appeared to be left in a state of ruin – like a building whose foundation has been damaged so that its entire structure suffers accordingly. I was shocked by this development, and worried for the future of the circle of practicing monks who could easily suffer damage without the protection of a strong teacher. If we do not make the effort to intensify our practice and get results while our teacher is still alive, upon his death we will be like the living dead, lacking firm principles of our own to hold on to.

I myself was caught woefully unprepared at that time. It was a terrible experience. I felt as if the winds of a cyclone were raging through my heart, blowing me in all directions. One storm blew in to assail me with the thought that I had been left stranded without a refuge; another blew in to fill me with doubts and left me wondering about whom I could possibly rely on now. Then a gale blew through, driving the thought that, having passed away sublimely without any concerns, he had left me behind feeling empty and lifeless to drift along hopelessly without a mainstay to which I could cling. Yet another wind buffeted me with the thought that everything would come to an end now that he was gone: Who would I stay with now that my father had died? Did this really signal my downfall? No sooner had I begun to stand on my own than my father left me. What a terrible misfortune! Another howling wind inveighed against the miserable bad luck of this poor orphan: I am finished for sure this time, and at such a crucial juncture in my own development as well. The kilesas and Dhamma are engaged in a full-scale war, and Ācariya Mun has been my advisor, helping me to work out a battle plan. Who will have this kind of compassion for me in the future? I had never reached such an agonizing impasse before. I felt as though I had fallen into an infernal pit of mortal despair. All hope seemed lost as I lived on without him.

Such was my troubled state of mind when Ācariya Mun passed away. That experience chastened me. Ever since then I've been loath to see other practicing monks encounter a similar agonizing experience simply because they lack the firm principles needed to stand on their own. Fearing that they will miss their rightful destiny by default, I constantly warn them of the dangers. Should they wait until the sun has already set before rushing to find a safe refuge, I'm concerned they may end up feeling as empty and lifeless as I did. Not wishing to see this happen, I caution them to hurry and intensify their efforts while the moon is still bright, their hearts still willing, and their bodies still able. Thus committed, those desiring to attain the wealth of virtue inherent within magga, phala, and Nibbāna can still manage to do so. They need not live poverty-stricken amid a world of spiritual riches.

Relics Transformed   

All the people who received some of the bone fragments that were distributed after Ācariya Mun's cremation, placed them in suitable reliquaries and worshipped these relics in his stead. Everyone went their separate ways after the funeral, and nothing further was heard about this matter until some four years later when Khun Wan Khomanamun, owner of the Siriphon Phanit Store and the Suddhiphon Hotel in Nakhon Ratchasima, returned to Sakon Nakhon for a merit-making ceremony. When he presented a cloth offering at Wat Suddhawat monastery, where Ācariya Mun had passed away, the abbot gave him a piece of bone taken from Ācariya Mun's funeral pyre. Upon returning home, he decided to place it in the reliquary with the other remains of Ācariya Mun which he had received four years earlier. When he opened the container, he was astonished to find that these bone fragments, received at the cremation, had all been transformed into crystal-like relics.[159] He was so amazed at seeing them that his spirits soared. He quickly sent someone to check on another set of Ācariya Mun's remains that he kept in a reliquary at the Suddhiphon Hotel, and discovered that they too had been transformed into crystal-like relics. A small portion of the original bone remained in the form of a coarse powder, but soon that, too, underwent the same transformation. In the end, a total of 344 relics were counted in the two reliquaries belonging to Khun Wan. This was the first instance where Ācariya Mun's remains were found to have transformed into relics.

News of this miracle spread far and wide. Soon people began coming to ask him for a share of the relics. Khun Wan was a very generous person and he sympathized with their request. So, he shared the relics out among them one or two at a time. He very kindly gave me some on two occasions. On the first occasion, I received five; on the second, two, making seven altogether. As soon as I received them I publicized the fact that I had something very special. I was enormously pleased to have them, but my mouth wasn't satisfied to keep quiet about it. In the end I lost out – some women came and took them all. But, oddly enough, I was not at all disappointed that they took advantage of me. And there being nothing left to publicize, my mouth was finally satisfied.

When word got out that I had something very special, the first people who came to ask to see them were all women. When I brought out the relics, first, this woman picked one up to inspect it; then, that woman picked one up to inspect it. Before I knew it, each of them had quietly slipped the one she was holding into her pocket, asking me if she could keep it. Who would dare ask for their return at that point, and make a fool of himself twice. Since then I have never had any of Ācariya Mun's relics in my possession. Later, I heard that Khun Wan had given so many of his relics away to other devotees that he had hardly any left; so, I didn't dare to bother him again.

It is my understanding that Khun Wan's store in Nakhon Ratchasima was the first place where Ācariya Mun's bone fragments were discovered to be genuine relics. From that time on, such relics have appeared in many different places where faithful people, who received pieces of Ācariya Mun's bone, continued to worship them with special reverence. Even today, people still discover that Ācariya Mun's bone fragments have turned into relics, though the families who have them keep very quiet, fearing that others will ask for a share of these rare, priceless gems. In any case, someone who did not have an inherent spiritual connection with Ācariya Mun would find it difficult to receive one of his relics to worship. Just look at me: I received several of them but lacked the merit necessary to look after them – I had to give them to someone else to care for them in my place.

Ācariya Mun's relics possess many strange, amazing qualities. One person who owned two of them made a solemn wish that his two relics become three so that he would have one for each of the "Three Jewels": Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha. Soon afterward a third relic materialized with the other two. Another person with two relics made the same solemn wish, but instead of increasing, the two fused into one, which greatly disappointed him. This person told me what had happened and asked my advice. I explained to him that whether one has three of Ācariya Mun's relics, or one of them, or merely a bone fragment that has yet to undergo any transformation, all are essentially relics from his body. So no one should be disappointed if two became one, for it's a miraculous occurrence just the same. What could be more amazing than that? Even the hair samples from Ācariya Mun's head – which were collected when he shaved his head each month, and which are now kept and revered by people in many different places – have undergone a transformation similar to the bone fragments. In either case, the result is the same: undergoing an essential transformation, both become relics.

People who have genuine relics of Ācariya Mun cherish them so much that they keep very quiet about it. But, if someone inquires skeptically whether Ācariya Mun's bones really did become relics, the same people will answer boldly in the affirmative. Should they then be asked whether or not they possess any, they will just smile and say they have so few they couldn't possibly give one away, thus precluding someone from asking. For this reason, it is difficult to find out these days who actually possesses Ācariya Mun's relics. Even if they were asked by a