The Buddhist nuns, who lived in Temple, were responsible for the day to day running of the complex. They also took care of the many donations and gifts received from the ever-growing army of visitors.
As I looked around at the newfound wealth of the monastery I began to take stock of my journey so far…
I had met many fortune tellers in Asia who had predicted both good and bad outcomes for my future; from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Several precise warnings had come to pass. From the theft of money to falling ill. No great shakes, on a long journey this was only to be expected.
However, the most impressive prediction surrounded the perils of water.
The Channelor and Shaman had both seen an imbalance in my male and female energies.
And a number of remedies to protect me from future misfortune had been suggested; I was advised to free caged birds, meditate and make lots of offerings.
Increasingly predictions about my early demise played on my mind. The monk at Angkor Wat turned out to be the only fortune teller who flatly refused to discuss my time of death.
Other predictions especially about love and wealth are best summed up as sketchy and confusing.