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Just when Janet thought he had cheated death by taking care of people in typhoid fever (which worked), reminded him that death was the leader here 1981 in the jungles of Thailand, when the "visitors" began to frequent his Kuti (HUT). The deadly snake got into the upper rafters inside remain hidden until one day he noticed one of them do not move much of his head. Then it was a struggle to get out of the hut and yelling for help. After a few of these terrible events with the monks and nuns racing to their rescue, some villagers kindly removed the snakes from their Kuti and cut the trees around so the snake could no longer fall on its roof.

Sometimes, at night, King Cobra to find its way into the outhouse (surprise) the ability to grow the eyes in the back of the head was all that kept us alive sometimes. Janet had other interesting adventures as well, including lost much weight, not could afford to lose. Eventually she was able to stomach some food from the village and started feeling better, but when he returned to U.S. who weighed only 119 pounds, the lightest he had weighed since high school. His girlfriend of two nuns were from China and the UK. The Chinese monk was robust and full energy, but the British nun, who had been in Thailand for some time, is very thin and sickly. When he finally returned to England, was discovered was host to a number of serious diseases, like malaria. The British are tough people!

Janet was never bitten by a snake or a scorpion, for case, but, unfortunately, was not so lucky! We walked barefoot most of them, sometimes using flip-flops. The rules stated that never wore sandals in the structures, or on our tour and alms to the people (making rough roads of gravel an interesting study in pain). Early one morning in the darkness just before the beginning in the morning, I was doing a walking meditation in the back of the hall (meditation hall), I felt as if he had stepped on a hot needle! I had no doubt that a snake had crawled into the room and nailed me.

It was still pitch black outside, with dim lighting candles in the room only, and I could not see anything, so I ran over my lantern sitting on the floor, lit it, and quickly looked around frantically in the hope of that the snake had not pulled so I could identify it. The pain was incredible.

Then I saw a dark villain sitting in the middle of the word, and was not a snake at all – "only" a scorpion, standing its ground in a posture of attack, looking, with its deadly tail arched over the head waiting for me to try to be on it again. Not in this lifetime!

While staring at me, a senior monk who gives up their power to distract the little tyrant, and as the scorpion turns to face his new victim, the monk came back slowly with the other hand, grab their pricks and neutralize them.

After he threw it into the forest where they belong, back to my walking meditation with a new object to behold – pain – which is now known the combination of severe intense itching, pins and pins and needles running up and down my leg!

All monks and nuns had roles in the wat, and I was no exception. I was given the task of the newcomer's traditional big ring the bell every morning at three AM awakening to the community. This is a duty of great responsibility, because the whole community has the ring of the bell to start the day, and therefore the poor sexton had to make sure she woke up before everyone else. I anticipated no problems, however, and promised myself to ring the bell, without fail.

The bell was on the side of the room on a raised platform, with cremation, well that flank it. This was perfect for a new monk – I could ring the bell and clock shiny skulls, while alone in the middle there night at 3 am

While walking back to my hut in the afternoon after having given my new responsibility, I realized that indeed, the leaves accumulate at this time of year. The road was almost covered. He was tired, however, and decided to sweep the long road the next afternoon, despite a subtle lingering in my heart tells me to do now – the silent voice that was not yet fully in touch.

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E. Raymond Rock of Fort Myers, Florida is cofounder and principal teacher at the Southwest Florida Insight Center, http://www.SouthwestFloridaInsightCenter.com His twenty-eight years of meditation experience has taken him across four continents, including two stopovers in Thailand where he practiced in the remote northeast forests as an ordained Theravada Buddhist monk. His book, A Year to Enlightenment (Career Press/New Page Books) is now available at major bookstores and online retailers. Visit [http://www.AYearToEnlightenment.com]

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