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in torrents. Candasaro Bhikkhu bathed and found that he was detaching himself more and more from the en-vironment. He entered the temple compound later that afternoon. The rain continued to pour uncommonly hard as if foretelling good fortune for this young monk — foretelling the attainment of the goal he had longed-for during all his years of monkhood. The downpour rinsed all the dust and dirt from the buildings and the land, leaving no nook or cranny uncleaned. In hindsight, this was a portent loaded with meaning. The secret of Dhammakāya meditation that had been lost to the world for thousands of years, was going to be recovered. He sat down to meditate with a strong resolution to dedicate his life for the goal of insight: "O Lord! Impart to me the Dhamma which you attained on that day of your Enlightenment. If my Enlightenment will be of virtue and benefit to Buddhism, then please, O Lord! Transport to me the greatest Dhamma: I shall be Thy champion to maintain and uphold the greatness of Thy Teaching. But should my Enlightenment be in vain, of no benefit to Thy Teaching, then Lord, I will sacrifice my life in this meditation, as the only offering I have for Thee." Then it rained even more heavily. The atmosphere in the temple became damp. He saw a line of ants escaping from a crack in the floor. For a moment he thought that the ants might come and disturb his meditation, so he dipped his finger into a bottle of kerosene and started to draw a circle around himself. But then he realized that he had just dedicated his life for the sake of the Buddha's Teaching. Should he now falter at the