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dwelling under the Klod in the midst of the rice field with no other shelter. Moreover, there is no sound of heavy traffic, no interference from others, only quietness. There are no colorful clothes because we only wear white. There is also no sight or sound of dissent. Dinner is not served because Dhammadāyāda must observe 8 moral precepts. Our confused daily activities were left behind. Our only duty is to practise mindfulness with diligence." Pholwat Naklux BS. King Mongkut's Institute of Technology North Bangkok Campus But How Many People Realize the Great Importance of Their Parents? When I attended the Dhammadāyāda Training Courses, I had to observe 8 moral precepts, sleep under a Klod

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"Dhammadāyāda training is the beginning of changes. Changes from comfortable habits like living in a luxurious house, surrounded by beloved ones, to dwelling under the Klod in the midst of the rice field with no other shelter. Moreover, there is no sound of heavy traffic, no interference from others, only quietness. There are no colorful clothes because we only wear white. There is also no sight or sound of dissent. Dinner is not served because Dhammadāyāda must observe 8 moral precepts. Our confused daily activities were left behind. Our only duty is to practise mindfulness with diligence." Pholwat Naklux BS. King Mongkut's Institute of Technology North Bangkok Campus But How Many People Realize the Great Importance of Their Parents? When I attended the Dhammadāyāda Training Courses, I had to observe 8 moral precepts, sleep under a Klod-an umbrella covered with a mosquito net, and seriously practise mindfulness for almost 2 months. One day, the Venerable Dattajivo Bhikkhu, Dhammadāyādas' supervisor, preached on the great importance of our parents and how to correctly express one's gratitude. I suddenly missed my mother deeply. As soon as I reached home, after the training, I looked around for my mother but could not find her. I went upstairs, saw her standing near the window. I rushed to her and prostrated myself at her feet which I had never done before. After a little while, my mother slowly helped me up by both hands. Her face bore the happiest expression with tears of joy in her eyes. Oh! there is no greater love than parents' love for their child. Vichai Pakdiphol Faculty of Education Chulalongkorn University FROM DHAMMADĀYĀDA'S DIARIES 93 Kalyanamhra.o
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