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Thought that using seldom sun again to dye the robes, while on boiling down further, in the morning, sound of "De Gun! De Gun!" (Goodness One, one kind of adressing monks) touched. "Oh, the Deva-son from one week ago  is up to come"... This time he came alone, drived from Phnom Penh again till here, carring (nobody known how) things that he needed to walk up three times, with him, all of which he thought that it might be useful last time and more... No way from keeping him from such. His motorbike got broken yesterday as he crossed the first flooded bridge. And so he needed to spend a night in the south monastery. In this morning the bike broked another time as trying to cross the stream upward here. But at least he was filled with joy having done what he desired, leaving the bike back by the neighbor who gives way up here, as he is an mechanical skilled.

He joyfully arranged the gifts and then arranged to take a memorial picture to share the merits. After his desires had been fulfilled, things got received for the Sangha, he had for a long time an eare to listen to the Dhamma of disadvantages in the world, the reality of beings and food and about the Ariya Magga leading out of this circle, beyound the lure of Mara.

Some hours later the cake-baker, having also reached his wife now up here, as down there is no where connection, the mechanical came up willing that he would take the bike back, busy now to meet friends.

So he returned joyful althought told that he wouldn't be received any more if again causing him self and so many burdens in believing Dana without real Sila first could lead long lasting out of suffering.


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May all be able to take part on his merits and may the Devas inform those not touched yet.