Just when Janet thought that she had cheated death by taking the village cure for typhoid fever, (which worked), death reminded her who was boss out here in the jungles of 1981 Thailand when “visitors” began to frequent her kuti (hut). The deadly snakes crawled into the upper interior roof rafters, remaining hidden until one day she noticed one of them move not far from her head. Then it was a scramble to get out of the hut and holler for help. After a few of these terrifying episodes with monks and nuns racing to her rescue, some villagers kindly removed the snakes from her kuti and trimmed the surrounding trees so the snakes could no longer drop onto her roof.
I am a meditator. When I am meditating, I feel no fear, no ambition, no cowardice. I read no books; I have no opinions. I am peaceful. I have no questions, no answers, no problems. I feel no anxiety. I feel no need to help, or to hurt, or to further a cause. I am neutral. I am not a threat. I am smiling. I don’t look into the future or worry about the past. I am here, now, and I do not hate, or love; I don’t think with my brain, but rather I feel with my heart. Then my heart releases the butterfly thoughts and feelings.
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