Meditating in 1997 Thailand (Part 1 of 7)

Janet and I couldn't stay at Bhavana as a marriedfamily and a crowd of villagers had gathered and
couple, so a kind nun at the Bhavana Societywere looking on as the abbot smoked one
referred Janet to a friend of hers; a Buddhist nuncigarette after another while calmly talking to her
living in Thailand, thinking that Janet might befor hours. Finally, the girl curled up on the
interested in going back to Southeast Asia. Whencourtyard pavement and went to sleep, and from
Janet got in touch with the nun, she invited Janetwhat I understand, was never troubled again.
to join both her and her abbot along with twoMy home monastery was Wat Pah Baan That,
other senior monks, on a trip they were planninghome of unquestionably the most renowned
to California, Canada and Mexico. Janet couldmeditation monk now living in Thailand; Acharn
ordain during the trip, and then accompany themMaha Boowa. I didn't see too much of him as a
back to Thailand and live at Wat Phratat Foonlayperson, and never spoke to him personally, but
with the nun, with Ajahn Lee, and Ajahn Luen.the little contact I did have was impressive.
So Janet was off, leaving me behind to dispose ofWhenever I was near him, I experienced an
our belongings . . . again, which now included aunusual peaceful feeling, and he didn't affect me in
mobile home! The old Toyota was still running,any kind of a wearying way, as if everything was
amazingly, and I was able to sell it for about whatas it should be. He always seemed tranquil and
I initially paid for it, and by some stroke of purecomfortable. I never seen him excited, but at
luck, I was able to sell the mobile home as well. Itimes he expressed annoyance if not downright
moved in with Bhante G again, for awhile, beforeanger, regarding some of his young monk's
heading for Thailand and Wat Pah Baan That. Ibehavior! You knew where you stood with him at
would be two hundred kilometers from whereall times, and he knew what you were, intuitively.
Janet was staying, far enough away so that weHe was about eighty-two at the time.
would see each other occasionally, but not closeHe was fearless as well. While I was there, a
enough to interfere with each other's practice (orcancerous tumor was discovered in his bowel that
raise eyebrows with the villagers).had invaded the lining of the bowel itself and was
Janet made herself right at home in Thailand, livingspreading. A battery of doctors from Bangkok
out in the jungle with nothing but a small bambooinsisted that he undergo immediate surgery, but
platform and a mosquito net. Her meditationinstead, and without the slightest concern as if he
deepened quickly, walking for hours back andonly had a headache or something, he opted for
forth alongside her little "tent," and somehowsome Chinese herbs relying on the power of his
protected from the cobras that roamed themeditation to take care of things. (He's still alive
gardens that she weeded. Walking meditationtoday, ten years later).
created more of a challenge to keep her mindThe wat (monastery) was extremely busy.
concentrated than did sitting meditation, and whenThousands of lay supporters from all over
she could become concentrated while walking, herThailand were constantly coming and going to
sitting became even more refined.make offerings and pay respects during the
Janet's abbot was enigmatic, and more - Janetholidays; it was not unusual to have ten-thousand
was certain he could read minds. She once testedattend the wat during a special occasion, with
him by thinking . . . if you can read my mind; walkbusloads of people from Bangkok.
over here, right now, past where I am standingAcharn Maha Boowa spoke differently to monks
(she was standing in an area where he rarelythan he did to lay people. With monks, he
entered. Well, in only a few minutes, you guesseddiscussed the intricacies of meditation and spiritual
it; there he was!training, but with lay people, he talked about things
One day, when I was visiting Janet's monastery, Ithat would make their lives better. He understood
watched him work some more magic. He wasthat they didn't have the time or inclination to go
talking to a seriously distressed young villagedeeply into meditation, even though some of the
woman who was supposedly possessed withlay people, surprisingly, became quite advanced in
some kind of psychosis - screaming and thrashingSamadhi within the context of a busy lay life.
about in the courtyard of the monastery. Her