From the beginning of my practice, the former abbot of Wat San Fran, Phra Nut, has been a true teacher and dear spiritual friend (kalyanamitra) to me. In 2021 he decided to leave his role as abbot at Wat San Fran and return to Thailand. Before he left the US, he took a trip to a sister temple in New York to participate in a Kathina ceremony. I feel deeply fortunate that I had the opportunity to visit with him while he was in New York.  Below are my notes that I recorded just after my time speaking with him:

LP and I had a chance to catch-up today, we both shared where we were with our practices, what we had been contemplating most on recently. LP told a story that had resonated with him and it really resonated with me too. It was about a woman whose baby dies 15 minutes post birth. She wasn’t upset, and the nurses asked how it was she stayed so calm. She explained she wanted to be present for the child she had for the few minutes she had her. Getting upset about the future, imaginary child makes no sense. The future child after all wasn’t hers at all.

LP then talked about how his own practice has been to try and be more mindful. To actually watch his mind. When the imagination starts stirring our suffering, to go ahead and fact check it: Is this thing I imagine actually true? Is it as I imagine? How certain is it really? The gift of this contemplations is in short, a balm to anxiety. But in long, it helps train the mind to watch the mind, to understand the origination of suffering is in the mind alone.

We talked through a simple example on my mind a lot lately — my anger and anxiety at folks who don’t mask, who I believe endanger me and my health. This is a throwback to Hypochondria Alana, an old contemplation of mine that I hadn’t revisited in quite a while. But the punchline is there is no necessary relationship between what I stress about and what actually happens. Sometimes I worry about getting sick and I get sick. Sometimes I worry about getting sick and I don’t get sick. Sometimes, when I’m not even worried about getting sick, I get sick. And of course, sometimes I don’t worry about getting sick and I don’t get sick. All these are always possibilities, even when I stress and worry that for sure those anti-maskers will be my covid downfall. To prove the point: A sneak-peak years into the future when my covid downfall actually did come, it was not due to some anti masker in the store, but my very own beloved, masking, deeply careful husband.

Meanwhile, LP made the poignant point: All my stressing when I walk into a store with anti-masker doesn’t guarantee my sickness, but it sure does guarantee my mental anguish. If something bad happens I will have to deal with it, that is my karma. But if not, then I just worried for free. That too is my karma I guess, a suffering born so obviously from my wrong views.

I shared with LP the very beginnings of my contemplations on Everything is Suffering.  I told him that I was trying to prove this assertion of Mae Neecha and LP Thoon and Phra Ajarn Dang.   I wanted a comprehensive understanding of suffering. In some way I couldn’t yet articulate, I knew in my heart I needed a comprehensive understanding.

LP stopped me and issues a warning: That folks like he, and I, we tend to be such elaborate and comprehensive thinkers. But folks have become enlightened on so much less. He suggested I drill down and ask myself if this is truly what I need? If so, why. I talked more, strung together the bits and pieces of observations I had so far. My evidence for suffering and how this helped establish the whys of suffering. LP just pressed me further with a simple question, “so what?”.

I couldn’t really answer at the time, but as I got into the car and drove home I considered the point blank “so what?” more closely. LP Nut’s teachings always struck me with their simplicity, with the utility of asking simple questions to really watch our minds, trace our beliefs, get at our core tendencies and views. I got to thinking about one of LP’s first teaching I had heard, a technique he called  ‘Killing the Hope.’

At one of my first retreats, LP had emphasized the need to kill the hope that we are special, that we are different, that the world will obey our rules. A group of students had gone for a hike and we took a break during which LP taught. Those days were my hypochondriac days and LP called me out on whatever impending disease I was fretting about in that moment. He went around a circle of 20ish students and asked each of them if they had been ill? Had they lost people to illness? Did they have illnesses from which they hadn’t recovered? One person had had cancer, diabetes, many had lost family to disease, or struggled to care for the diseased. In the end, he asked me why I was so worried about illness? Just look at the evidence around me, everyone suffered illness, if I could simply kill the hope I would be exempt from it I wouldn’t need to worry about it so much any more. I would begin to understand the nature of my body, that like every body, was subject to disease and to breakage.   If I could kill the hope that I was so special, that my health could be eternally preserved –or at least preserved on my terms, on my schedule and agenda — I could pull off major blinders that blocked a clear understanding of the world. A world that doesn’t bow to my body, or my imaginations of what a future with that body ‘needs to’ looks like.

Hope, this is what we are born for. Killing the hope, that is the way to exit, release, cessation of rebirth.

That’s when it struck me and the direction of my suffering contemplations took real shape: I realized that my project, the path forward for me had to be not just ‘proving’ that everything was suffering, but understanding the WHY. WHY is it that everything is suffering? With the causes in play, could I realistically expect a result other than suffering?

Afterall, I have contemplated on suffering before. I know damn well its part of this world. But by calling it a part of this world, in my mind, I leave a part that is sukkha. I have a part that I can chase, that I will keep trying to squeeze and hold and maximize. Spending each life cultivating knowledge, qualities, skill, karma that I need to chase the last little bit of sunlight on a darkening porch. No, to truly convince myself that EVERYTHING IS DUKKHA I seriously had to see WHY. I needed to prove to myself that this world doesn’t allow things to be any other way.  That is the path to killing the hope for a world that is anything other than Dukkha.