Bhante
Khemakumara , a name he got by my person. One can translate it into "Child of the Khmer" or "Son of refuge", or "Sukhasamanera" or "result of peace"... layed down all his trust to gain, one could say "a blessed birth" in the unknown.
Totally supported by Khema ("Khmer") he was fullfilled his first great dream of being able to follow the Buddhas step.
His preceptor gave him totally free where ever he likes to spend his first rain.
Found a new monastery on a small hill, perfect isolated, he felt that's perfect. Possible perfect practicing, he became fast an attraction for especially lay people.
It did not needed long and the silent place was growing to a noisy place, buildings, camera-teams around, ancestordays, delighted lay people... usual Monks around and...
how ever, he decided that it is impossible to stay, left all behind aside his two! robes and walked into the direction of Thmo Duk. After two days he arived, given by people who had a lot of compassion and saw a possibility worthy of great sacrifies.
As he arived here, not some days later, sort after he could join to go for alms, "accidently" (my person told him before, it's not possible to run away of ones kamma in this way) a lot of visitors came. Given to sleep on a bed given to the Sangha, by a 73 old person, who, high rearded Doctor, never visited the Monks, never really made Dana, never really bowed down or even listened the Dhamma. Now they did not really thought to met him the day they desided to make this journey....
Today, assistent of those people brought brick, started to bring material to the feed of the mountain, he reported, after my person send him to look or let know...
"So now they follow you, your merits..." Toughts of, "I should go, Bhante starts to get disturbed...", came up. Lot of stress, looking for Bhante, all new, thing, duties... so many things.
After a lot of reflections, provocations, mirrors, totally exhausted. Having even run away after having made somework that the Tipitaka would not get wet, just finish to put cement, rain starts to fall, asking for umbrella, leaving all behind to go back to solitude, so stressed.
Then this older Bhante went through the rain, having put all back, brought him all he forgot, and then spending alone the afternoon, asked to pay homage, since he found out that it is Siladay. Samaneras are used to make confession and renewing of Silas every week...
So what know. It's not possible to tell all but he could not find anything which requires confession, yet he desired to talk.
Because he found out very sublime fault, not in Sila, but as he could see the great goodness and luck he has. Deep gratitude and joy to be possible able to pay all back.
Atma did not asked him to tell and share his merits, but is certain sure that he delights to give something back which gives many strengh and joy, to let know about his refuge and possible leave a trace for others behind... a path open for those like to leave home even if just that read long and come to see...
Your childs/kamma, what you meet an see, give and gave food, cloth, shelter, medicine... sorrow or give leave for following as soon as possible.
One should rejoice by what ever good sacrifice one has done, little or large and build on it a suddenly much better becoming.
There are so many who have no Nissaya at all. Don't burden your with things not perfect yet. Remember the many children having no access to get taught at all.
A person of gratitude is a person who can rejoice with the merits of other, with workers for own liberation and fundamental work for it.
And there are "many" who try, so motivate each other, having seen burden of birth, aging, sickness and death and the many goodness received to meet a path.
Take part with your heart, don't stand behind the walls, if not already part or on the way to it.
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He joyfully likes all beings take part of his merits, the way he is given by only giving a picture to delight, and asked to leave.
It's like old poor people, having lost all, some living alone since child, approaching, saying "Ven. Sir, pardon, i have only rice.", when Atma tells them, that they could not imagen of how many people "wealth", near or far, will possible never have such possibility she has/seesguses, ones estimate of ones real wealth and "luck", only by that, suddenly falls from poor to rich and sometimes not only in Deva realms.
May all walk out and see for themselves, find association with wise or increase them.
Let my person add a word of his Heart: "May my preceptor, Bhante Indananno, be my last, to be able to give all back soon!"
Anumodana!