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and 'what' the benefits of betel were, 'whether' it tasted good, Khun Yay merely said it was 'relaxing' to do so. She said some mouthfuls tasted good, others not. She would spit out the betel which tasted less appetizing. Eventually she got fed up with the questioning and one day she just quit what had been the habit of a lifetime. In the beginning, when the student started to study the knowledge of Dhammakāya for himself, Khun Yay would always be there to give him encouragement — something he never received even from his own parents. She passed on a recipe for success to him — saying that he should strive continuously, while making sure that his technique was correct. He had to meditate every day without exception. Even if he was so tired that he fell asleep sometimes as he meditated, he should still meditate anyway. He should be observant of whether he had kept to the technique Khun Yay had stipulated. Normally Khun Yay was active and of strong of health. Although she looked underweight, she shone with happiness and radiance. Once though, when she was taken ill, she was allowed to convalesce at a place in Sukumvit Road, which at that time was still mostly open fields. Her student decided to visit her there, not only to pay a sick visit, but to continue learning from her. By the time he managed to walk to the house on Sukhumvit, he was soaked with perspiration. It was several kilometres he had walked. Inside the house, he saw Khun Yay flat out on her sick bed. Even as she lay there, she explained that he had to do 'this' or 'that' in his