The Noble Eightfold Path on the Mundane Level # 6
The bodhisattva was once born as a golden a golden peacock with a body the size of a cart and eyes like bright red berries and its mouth pink like coral
The Noble Truth of the Path to the Cessation of Suffering # 7
When the factors f the Eightflfold Path arise, they do so to gether-just as the elder monk kondanna, after lidtening to the Dhammacakkapavattana Sutta instantly attained the fruit of the Stream-Entry
The 38 Ways to Happiness :- Associate with the Wise (4)
The 38 Ways to Happiness. The First Group of Blessings. Blessing Two :- Associate with the Wise
Five rooms which affect your habit :- Working Room
Five room which affect your habit. The valuable teaching from the Most Ven. Phrabhavanaviriyakhun (Dattajivo Bhikkhu), the vice abbot of Dhammakaya Temple.
Raising our Children # 2
Teach your child to be established in virtue. Parents must put emphasis in the development of the child’s mind because the mind is the center of all action.
I can’t stress this enough . . . no, really, I can’t
THE 38 WAYS TO HAPPINESS: Do not associate with fools II
Everyone born into the world has the greatest of intentions to live a decent life no-one wants to make a mess of their lives. Even a criminal doesn't particularly want to live his life dishonestly, but he thinks that being a criminal is good enough it's a good shortcut in earning one's living thus why not be a criminal. Having become a criminal. it is only later that he finds out that being a criminal is no good, but by then it's too late he can't change his mind or his life and ends up being a criminal for the rest of his life. Thus you can conclude that although everyone would like to be good, not everyone manages to live out their wishes.
The Most Ven. Phramongkolthepmuni - Biography (I)
The biography of the Most Ven. Phramongkolthepmuni. His family, juvenile and why he pledged that he would be ordained throughout his life.
The 100,000–Monk Summer Mass Ordination Nationwide Project 2011
You Are My Everything
At a silent night, when my father was drinking in that unfinished house, he suddenly cried in suffering and wriggled as if he was being harmed. When my mother met him, he was already dead. His whole body was bruised, and nobody could tell the cause of his death
