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daggers at his wife, thinking she had betrayed his vices to the nun behind his back. The wife protested, "Don’t look at me like that. It’s my first visit here too!" Khun Yay’s tone of voice had been ‘matter of fact’ as if she was just complaining to no-one in particular—however, the strange thing was that her observations, even though only known to the doer, were accurate every time. Another couple once came to ask her help. The wife was a teacher at Wat Bovornives School and was a regular disciple of Khun Yay. Her husband was also a good man, but extremely stubborn. He didn’t believe in the existence of heaven or hell, but performed various sorts of meritorious actions just in case. He’d do chanting for an hour or maybe two every day—if hell turned out to be a reality, he’d be able to save himself from it. That day he came asking Khun Yay, "Teacher! Something strange happened to me. If I may, I’d like to tell you about it, so you can say whether I’ve been imagining it or not." He settled into the story. "One night as I was lying outside on the balcony of our country house the moonlight was bright enough to see by. I saw something like a pillar of smoke slip upwards between the gaps of the balcony floorboards coming together as a human figure as high as a tree. The figure then stepped away over the rooftops. I was able to see it with my own eyes. I’ve no idea what I’ve seen. Look! I’ve taken this story of mine to many temples already but I’ve never been given a satisfactory answer. Some tag the word ‘probably’ onto their answers. Some say I’ve been imagining things." Khun Yay closed her eyes as she was listening to the