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 tell-
ing 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.
Bhãrã have pañcakkhandã: 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 suf-
fering 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 impor-
tant ãcariyas, like Chao Khun Dhammachedi from Wat Bodhi-
somphon 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 dete-
rioration 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 Ãcariya 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.
