near the coast of Rayong province, not far from Chanthaburi. AjaanFuang volunteered to spend time at the new monastery, WatDhammasathit, until a permanent abbot could be found. Themonastery, though, was in a very poor area where the local peoplewere not enthusiastic about the idea of a strict meditation monasteryin their midst, so no one could be found to take on the position of abbot. Thus, shortly before the Supreme Patriarch's death in a caraccident in 1971, Ajaan Fuang accepted the position of abbot at WatDhammasathit himself.It was soon after this that I first met him, in April of 1974. WatDhammasathit had the look of a summer camp down on its luck: threemonks living in three small huts, a lean-to where they would eat theirmeals, a kitchen with room for a couple of nuns, and a small woodenstructure on top of the hill — where I stayed — which had a view of the sea off to the south. The land had been donated shortly after a firehad stripped it of all its vegetation, and the hillsides were coveredmostly with cogon grass. Yearly fires still swept through the area,preventing trees from taking hold, although the area on the mountainabove the monastery was covered with a thick, malarial forest.In spite of the poor conditions, Ajaan Fuang seemed to have a clear-eyed, down-to-earth wisdom that allowed him to transcend hissurroundings — an inner peace, happiness, and stability that I enviedand admired. After spending a few months practicing meditation underhis guidance, I returned to America and then found my way back toThailand in the fall of 1976 to be ordained as a monk and to begintraining under him in earnest.In my absence, he had begun to develop a small but devoted followingof lay meditators. In early 1976 the new abbot of Wat Makut hadinvited him back to teach there on a regular basis, and for the rest of his life — until his death in 1986 — he split his time evenly betweenBangkok and Rayong. Most of his students came from the professionalclasses of Bangkok, people who were turning to meditation for spiritualstrength and solace in the face of the fast-changing pressures of modern Thai urban society.During my first years back in Rayong, the monastery was an incrediblyquiet and secluded place, with only a handful of monks and almost novisitors. Fire lanes had begun to hold the fires in check, and a newforest was developing. The quiet atmosphere began to change,though, in the fall of 1979, when construction began on a chedi at thetop of the hill. Because the chedi was being built almost entirely with