Siem Reap, Cambodia

Dear friends and family - 

I hope this finds you in good health and enjoying your life. I am. Both. 

Pub Street - downtown Siem Reap

I am writing from Siem Reap, Cambodia.  The weather is perfect in December, unlike March 2012, when I was last here--so hot. I love walking the streets of the world, engaged fully in life. Siem Reap is definitely an alive tourist town. People come here from all over the world to see the temples at Angkor Wat. I spent two days at the temples last time and took hundreds of photos. This time I’m enjoying the town, sitting in cafes or at the pool at my hotel.

Bopha Hotel pool where I'm staying

                                                                       

For the first time in my life, a month ago, I was held up at gun point. I fled from the robbers and although the thought of "I could have been” shot dead on a deserted street was bothersome, it too was part of the rich fabric of life. It reminded me to pay attention while on the dance floor. And to keep dancing, no matter what. It reminded me to live each day as if it were my last.

It also reminded me that most of my greatest lessons in life were/are learned from the everyday people of the street, the living classroom of being out there, experiencing life to the fullest. 

Cambodian country woman

Last year in Pattaya I met this bar girl. We talked, but I was distracted, thinking something ‘other than her’ was more important. I told her that I had to go, but agreed to meet her there at 3 pm the next day “instead” of now. But right then I realized that she too was a person worth honoring, so I changed my mind and decided to stay and enjoy her company. The next day before three the thought came to my mind that she most likely didn’t understand the word “instead.” I went back at 3pm and she was standing there waiting for me. “I glad you come. You good man. Keep your word,” she said, even though in my mind we had concluded our business the day before. Big lesson on keeping your word. And the integrity of the common person. Both of us. Nothing and no one is insignificant. This is what I have learned from the people of the street.

Savin - my tuk-tuk driver
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When I was in Siem Reap over a year and a half ago, I found a wonderful tuk-tuk driver. He took me to the Angkor Wat temples for a day and then around the countryside the next day. I told him that next time I come to Siem Reap I would find him. Yesterday I found him. He was so happy to see me. He not only remembered me, he remembered everywhere he took me and things he had told me back then. “Remember we were here and I told you . . . It reminded me again that we have an impact on other people’s lives, usually without even thinking about it. This time he took me out in the country down dusty dirt roads. We went on one road for miles - most of the locals were walking, some road bicycles, now and then a scooter went by - but for a half hour I didn't see one car - not one parked somewhere - for miles not one car anywhere!

All the country children were so friendly - they
waved and smiled at me. The girl on the left had a
beautiful smile, but got all serious when I asked
to take her photo. 

Country home

The Cambodians are very smart people. I was talking to a waitress last night. Her English was self-taught, like most of her friends. In Chiang Mai, even in the restaurants where its 90% foreign customers, hardly anyone speaks English. (which is why I continue to learn to speak Thai)  Here is Siem Reap every food server, shop sales person, hotel bank employee,  the hotel maids and ground keepers, tuk-tuk or taxi drivers - they all speak good English. The street hustler girls start working at five years old, and by the time they are ten their English is as perfect as any American teenager - their street smarts beyond any U.S. ten year old's imagination. By the way - the waitress felt she was very fortunate having her job. She has a manager who doesn't overwork her. She works nine hours a day, six days a week and gets a salary of $100 a month. That works out to $2 an hour. Her rent is $50 - so she lives on $50 a month. Her share of the tips isn't much. She is saving to buy a computer. 

Country temple - click to enlarge -

Pow - my young wife (joking)

An out-going older western man like me in Asia (rich farang) needs to be discerning. The other day I had a two hour Khmer massage with an attractive, charmingly pure, sweet and innocent, 18 year old gal, Pow, pictured here. She spoke no English and I speak no Cambodian. But we realized that we both spoke Thai. We talked about all sorts of things and I learned about her life. She learned Thai while living in Pattaya for five months, working as a waitress. Here she works fourteen hours a day, seven days a week and has no possessions, except a cheap cell phone. I wondered if the stern looking manager even paid her, since she slept in the massage studio. At the end of the massage she said “I love you.” “I want to be your wife.” “I make you good wife.” “I go to Thailand with you.” I answered “I am an old man. You are a girl. You don’t want to marry an old man.” She answered, ‘I don’t care how old. I love you. I want to be your wife.” Now, I’m a 'man' and this is a willing young woman with a perfect looking body who says, “You come here eleven tomorrow night and I will go to your hotel and sleep with you. I Love You.”  I’m sure she was standing outside the massage parlor last night waiting for me. I didn’t agree to come and didn’t show up. The right thing was not to engage in another’s unrealistic fantasy. It was best to pay for the service and walk away. 

Angkor Wat Cambodia

I’m still writing novels. Last summer I completed my 580 page novel Shambala - The Path to Paradise. No matter how hard I tried, It attracted no one's attention - not an agent or publisher or yours--even my efforts to put it on Amazon as an ebook failed. I had previously worked on an American Indian parallel life story called Two Crows. In the Shambala story, the detectives arrive in Mandalay, Burma and I decided to inject the modern Two Crows - Lucky - a full-blood Blackfoot into the story. He becomes the lover of Taylor Banks, the beautiful detective from Portland, Oregon. They continue on the path to paradise together. It becomes a great love story and a significant ingredient that was missing from the last part of the original Two Crows story. A few months ago I decided to make the Shambala story a trilogy, beginning with Book One - Two Crows. I am now 240 pages into this wonderful story, which will lead right into the “Path to Paradise” story, which will be concluded with an espionage thriller, The Shambala Affair. You can read the first three chapters of Two Crows at my website: www.ki-earth.com

I'm in the first week of a four week vacation, of my life vacation. I will return to Thailand tomorrow and spend the rest of December near the ocean. 

Please write and tell me about your “most important” life.

Love always,

David Dakan Allison

my latest garden creation in Chiang Mai

September in Chiang Mai 2013

Dear friends and family -

Buddha above my TV

I hope and pray that you are healthy and happy, and your life is filled with abundance. 

Detail of Ganesha at temple

This blog is mostly about sharing photos. I will be taking a road trip to Bangkok next week and then off to an island - Koh Samui and maybe Kho Phagan--which will mean many new photos. 

I love passageways with spirits
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I want to acknowledge the passing of my friend Alia in Kauai. When she knew that her life was about to end, she consciously accepted it and began the process of graceful passing. Her holspice support circle grew, and many people joined in the process. Alia's passing was like a birthing where friends gathered to support and bless a new life. She brought a Kauai family/community together in a whole new way. I bow in reverence to the grace and goodness, the gift of her passing. 

I also want to acknowledge my dearest friend Tom Lee, his wonderful (a thousand times wonderful) wife Trish, in this case I would say Twin Flame, and the family of light workers, which included doctors and nurses at Providence Hospital in Anchorage, in his decision not to pass, to recover when it didn't seem possible--to stick around and share his joy and love, and bless everyone he meets. I am so happy he decided to live longer. (grander!) The gift of his living.

Don't worry, be happy

May we all be so blessed to pass when we are ready, and not before.

I continue to be fascinated with my "retirement." Retirement? I don't understand the concept. I know people who hang out, play golf and/or drink in bars. They call it retirement. I landscape gardens, dig dirt, plant things, and spend hours every day writing the fantastic stories that fill my head and want to come out/be shared. I continually open my hands to receive abundance, to "work" and be paid for all many treasures I share.

My front porch fountain. I bought plain
cement fixtures, did all the tile work and
had the Ganesha made. Water comes out
of his head. Click to enlarge.

Buddha - two feet high - also on my front porch.
I bought the cement statue and antiqued it.

People look at my gardens and say, "Wow, you did that . . . you created these gardens?"  I can send you photos, and maybe you will glance at them and say the same thing. Books are a lot different. In my mind the writing of a novel is much more intensive than the planting of a garden. In one year I have turned the area around my house into a vibrant garden, but in the three years I have been 'retired,' I have turned an idea - the idea of a journey to the most ideal garden - Shambala - into a Central Park, so to speak. I designed and crafted, planted seeds, watched them grow only to pull them out and plant new ones, over and over for three years until a 580 page novel called  Shambala - The Path to Paradise bloomed and said "I am ready to be read." But this is not something you can just glance at and say, "Wow, you wrote a novel?" I can tell you that it is a joy to read, as my gardens are a joy to see . . . like Central Park it has great value. I will let you know when it comes available as an eBook on Amazon. com.  Soon.

Good Morning Chiang Mai 
One of my favorite coffee shops

I ride my bike past this temple almost
very day. Decided to take a photo.

I thoroughly enjoy contemplating enlightenment. What does enlightenment mean? Most people are overwhelmed by the concept. That's because "organized religion" separates us from the possibility of attaining Buddhahood or Christhood - with their unattainable and restricted comparisons. "You're too screwed up to be anywhere near enlightenment." That holy rudeness is just not reasonable to me. What about Jesus saying, "You (I think that means Me and You) will do what I have done, and more." Hmmm. I think enlightenment is found in the asking of this question, "What is this 'more' I'm here to do?" and then go find and live the answer without prejudice. After over thirty years of study in the field of self-realizaton, in personally asking those sorts of questions, (my answer: I am here to inspire others) I offer my services as a guide. My Living Your Joy coaching sessions are available to a select few who are seriously interested in their life Design, in identifying their true life purpose and having support to move forward in that direction. If interested, go to my website:  www.ki-earth.com  and click on Living Your Joy.

The beauty of Chiang Mai

Well, this was going to be a blog about sharing photos, and I ended up filling the spaces with words. I looked over at the goofy in the corner of this coffee shop and laughed. If my life purpose is to inspire others with my writing, how can I pretend to not do that? I am alive because of my passion--it's not to be denied. 

So there!

Also - I have photos of toilet art - only in Asia. (below)

Love always, 

David Dakan Allison

August garden in Chiang Mai - 2013

Dear friends and family -

I hope this blog finds you healthy and happy . . . and living in abundance.

Buddha fountain
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None of this was here when I
moved in a year ago. The red
brick path curves around and
weaves to my bench at the wall.

I continually enjoy my life in Chiang Mai. I have a routine. Every morning I get up and work in my garden for one or two hours. When I moved into my new studio apartment (a stand alone duplex unit - $300/mo.) a little over a year ago, our quarter acre lot desperately needed to be landscaped. My intention was to create a paradise around me. My gardens are now everywhere.

I pay for all the supplies, plants, bricks, flowers and statues, and do the work--my labor of love. (thank you Erik and Maew for your help and support) Today I will include photos of what I’m currently working on. Except for a few trees and a little grass, nothing that you will be seeing was there when I moved in. Mounds of dirt and weeds bug me--defined gardens filled with blooming flowers make me happy.

This is the path to my "coffee" bench. To the
right (not pictured) is our outdoor living room sala.

After my garden work I head to a local coffee shop for breakfast. I spend the next few hours working on my novels. Right now I’m on the third draft of Cat Dreams 1. Sixteen year old Cat has wild lucid dreams and takes her twin brother Kit along. Book 1 is a psychedelic rabbit hole adventure in search of their mother, who is physically lost . . . actually lost in Cat’s Dream. (or is she?)

View from my "coffee" bench.
Work still in progress. I will fill
the path with tan gravel. A month
ago this was all dirt up to the
green pipe.

In Book 2 the twins go to a small kingdom in the Middle Earth to rescue their father, and to save the three earths from being ruled by crazy shaman. Fun stories! I suppose I will offer Book 1 for free when it’s completed. Offering Shambala for free was somewhat of a disappointment. I contacted everyone I know, but only a very few people responded. It’s summer and people are busy. But please keep in mind, it's a fabulous story; one worth reading.   www.ki-earth.com   Click on the book cover.

I have a new offering based on my being available for “life” counseling for over thirty years. I had many enlightening experiences in the sixties (I was introduced to alternate spirituality in 1960 when I was 13 - thank you beatnik), was “on the road” (thank you Jack Kerouac) in high school, did the late 60's for all its worth (thank you Jim, Jimmy, CSN, etc), traveled around the world in 1970 -- continuing on with exoteric experiences into the seventies. (I suppose being marrried is a bit esoteric?) I was a Zen Buddhist (thank you DT Suzuki), a Hindu (thank you Ram Dass, Sai Baba and Osho), the student of a very powerful Shaman medicine woman who introduced me to other dimensions of reality (thank you Doris Williams), a student and brother of a master of the Tarot and Astrology (thank you Geoli), a husband (thank you Sara) and father (thank you Alan and Aaron), an owner of many business’s and so on. I spent two years in the mid 80’s sharing Sage, an enlightenment seminar -- living life with heart, action and humor (thank you Brandon, Marilyn and Tenaya). I studied Aikido with a living master (thank you Sensei Koi Barrish). 

My backyard garden w/ Quan Yin

I did hundreds of personal Tarot readings in the 80‘s. Learned how to be social in the 90's. In the mid-2000’s I spent four hours once a week, for four years, with two brilliant friends (thank you Linda Masterson and Jeffrey Courson), supporting each other to offer our services as paid “life coach” professionals. My background in the study of ‘human potential' was/is unique, profound and has been quite entertaining/enlightening.

Ganesha in my front door fountain. Custom
made by my potter friend Anon, water
comes out of his head. I did the tile work.

In 2009 I was introduced to Human Design (thank you Ra & Shavan). For the first time I encountered a scientifically provable and completely logical, personally unique “design of my life.” With Shavan’s help I learned to trust the brilliance of my design and my “Inner Authority,” instead of my mind. (white/empty)

My Human Design chart.
Jan. 30, 1947 7:20 am
Springfield, VA.

I live in a duplex. My neighbor King is a Thai "princess"
from Bangkok. Her shoes. 

The trust (of my red Sacral Center) led to my leaving Kauai in the summer of 2010, which made no sense from a “mind” POV, going from one wonderful mainland home to another (thank you Suzie & Jim, June & Scott, Jerry & Cecille), while always asking my "Inner Authority"  if it was correct to stay or correct to go; following the answer -- all of which I wrote about in my many blogs while traveling around the US. In October 2011 I met a Kauai friend (JB) in Oregon. He was on his way to Chiang Mai and asked if I'd like to come. At that point I had no thoughts or desires to come to Thailand, let alone live here. I trusted the "Yes!" from my Sacral and bought the ticket. Now, unbelievably, almost two years later, I'm living in a wonderful home, in the middle of a million person city, surrounded by the gardens of my creation, making many new friends, writing novels and speaking Thai with the locals. Pom pood pass thai dai. (nit noi) 

Street scene in Chiang Mai

Is this what a Practical Mystic looks like?

The Offer: I was helping several Thai friends last week with Human Design readings. I opened a whole new world of self-realization to them. In doing these readings I realized that I have an effective, easy to understand, kindly offered, street-wise, caring way of sharing this wonderful personal information (even to my Thai friends). I don’t profess to be a scholar/authority in any one field - I'm a Sensitive Intuitive/Practical Mystic.  

(the normal looking guy riding down the street on his bike)

My front porch - fish pond

I know enough about Human Design and Astrology, Tarot, numerology, Shamanism, metaphysical dimensionality, and human potential, etc. to powerfully illustrate how You can be living in your joy and radiance. I believe we are each here on earth for a purpose. What is your unique design/purpose? When I was first introduced to my HD chart, I could plainly see, without a doubt, that I am here to write inspirational novels--to inspire others to their true potential. 

After I wrote Shambala - The Path to Paradise, I was ‘given’ the opportunity create my own ‘path to paradise;’ the walkways and gardens around my house. Writing, traveling, gardening, inspiring others - these are the things that give me joy, all illustrated in my Human Design chart. When we are “Living our Joy,” everything falls in place. Life works.

Looking down on Chiang Mai from the mountain temple

Once aware, we have the choice to live our life in Exaltation (pleasant flow of time and space) or in Detriment (suffering drama). My “Living your Joy” life coaching points you in the direction of a most fulfilling and wonderful life, points the way to your “path to paradise.” Click on my website under #10 “Living your Joy” for more details.  www.ki-earth.com.

Please write when you can - I enjoy hearing from friends. Also - if you don’t have much time - go to my website and spend ten minutes - read a couple chapters of Cat Dreams 1 or Shambala. I think you’ll be surprised. (then you can read all of Shambala - for free!)

Love always,

David Dakan Allison    66-091-307-7825    dakan@ki-earth.com

New Journey in Thailand - June 7, 2013

Dear friends and family. 

AoNang, Thailand
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It’s been almost six months since my last blog. I’ve been living my life in Chiang Mai, tending my gardens and writing novels. Right now I’m in the seaside town of AoNang, on the west coast of Thailand. 

I want to tell you about this wonderful theater production I went to while on the island of Phuket, but I’ll fill in some blank first.  

I had never been to Phuket island, so a booked a hotel for three night in Patong, across the street from the beach on the main drag. I had no idea until the first night that the hotel butted up to the infamous Bangla Road. From 9:30 to 7:30 the next morning my walls rattled with the blare of rock and roll. I ventured out to a street filled with a hundred bars and a thousand men considering “hey mister--what you want?” sexy ladies. Bangkok, Pattaya and Patong -- where you go for what you want. 

Bangla Road, Patong

Leaving Patong, I spent the next two night in Phuket Town, which is an extremely boring city. The second night there I had to do something, so I decided to be a tourist for one night and go to the Siam Niramit show. For $65 they picked me up in a taxi and took me, and the India couple in the back seat, to the venue. The buffet was the best I had ever had--unlike most Thai buffets, this one was 75% fish and vegetarian food--tons of it feeding hundreds of people.

Before I talk about the show I want to mention the India people in the back seat. They were married and own a business which consults big tech companies and the India government--have 100 employees and offices in Dehli and New Jersey. Obviously very wealthy. We talked the twenty minutes coming and going. Interesting how my life-long religious study came into play. They were devout Hindu’s. I told them of a sub-story from my novel Shambala, about the immortal Krishna entering samsara, the cycles of birth and death in search of Rahda, his beloved, who wasn’t one of his 15,108 wives. They were in awe. They loved the story -- and wanted to order my novel.

Krishna and Prince Arjuna

When I told the man that in the story Arjuna, from the Bhagavad Gita, was Krishna’s (my character Roberts) airplane wala, he said that whenever I come to India that he would be my wala. Big offer from a wealthy man. 

btw: Shambala will be up on my website as an eBook next week. You can read it for free, and I do suggest a $10 donation, for my 2 1/2 years, eight drafts and countless hours devoted to this project.

www.ki-earth.com

Can you tell she likes me?

The 80 minute Siam Naramit production www.siamniramit.com pretty much blew my mind. As an advanced technical and off-the-charts artistic presentation it was definitely world class. It presented the history of Siam in the first half and then went into hell, the dream worlds and heaven. The segue’s were flawless. The sets incredible. The stage maybe 150 feet wide.

Here’s an example: An early set was a huge 3D scene of ancient temples - the back screen was a beautiful realistic painting, but the temples in every way looked real. Fifty costumed dancers would come on stage and dance out a story. The segue: The curtain goes down and above it is writing in several languages that says we’re now going to the Central Kingdom. It only took ten seconds but it was a magical slight of hand. Nobody noticed in those ten seconds that the stage moved back fifteen feet. The curtain was still drawn as the spotlight focused on a young man on the side of a river (where did the river come from?) He took off his shirt and dove in. (dives in water that wasn’t there twenty seconds before!!) Next thing you know ancient short boats filled with fruits and veggies and native paddlers were coming down the river (where in the heck did they come from--we never saw a stage hand or any indication of stage set-up). Then the curtain rose (maybe four minutes after it was filled with temples) and now its a full village, with big traditional 3D houses and native people walking by--eight chickens raced across the stage and I had no idea if they were real--but the goats and cows and water buffalos and elephants were real. A love story played out in dance and pantomime. At one point the main house moved aside revealing the next season, workers harvesting the fields of corn in the background, and the couple now in love. The scene ended with thunder and lightning--from fifty feet above a rain storm of water ponded down on the river between the audience and stage. 

peace

The curtain was still down but we were all mesmerized by the rain, then immediately distracted by these natives who had come into the aisle riding on real elephants through the audience, about ten feet from me. While this was happening, runners with banners raced across the stage--they stopped when the banners filled the stage--then they raised them to reveled hidden dancers who enthralled us  . . . and then they disappeared as the curtain rose with the next mind-blowing set--a ship sailing into port from China--trading goods--a Chinaman and Thai girl falling in love. At one segue there was an underwater curtain painted screen--a subset of coral appeared as it was slowly lighted--and we watched under the ocean with colorful glowing fish swimming by--so realistic--amazing--enchanting. I hardly even noticed one stage set disappearing and the other appearing. In the last set, when they get to heaven, the stage is filled with low white clouds and twelve winged angel beings gracefully fly by above the royal court. You can’t see the cables and they are so relaxed that it’s hard not to believe they were actually flying. The stage and background and all the costumed people were incredibly beautiful--I was pulled in--as though I had actually gone to heaven. No cameras allowed, but photos are on this website: www.siamniramit.com 

Old Phuket Town

So here I am in AoNang. Travel is also well orchestrated. For $22 they picked me up at my hotel in Phuket Town, drove me to the pier--for a two hour ocean ferry ride from Phuket Island to the mainland--where they picked me up and took me to my new hotel. Also seamless.

As soon as I got to my room in AoNang I decided to take a walking on the beach. When I got there I was greeted by an older (50ish) ladyboy who asked if I wanted a massage. “Mai ow, Krap,” I said. “Don’t want, thanks.” S/he decided to walk with me to show me where her massage sala was, in case I changed my mind. She was pleasant, spoke good English and we soon came to a long row of sidewall-less massage sala’s right on the beach.

AoNang beach salas

By the time we got there she talked me into a foot massage and foot scrub for $15, not by her, by two other women, both 45 years old. OK - what the heck. It actually was a lot of fun--the three of us talked and laughed for the full hour--all the conversation in Thai--the result of my last six months of study. Very unusual for them to be talking to a farang in Thai. Both of them wanted me to take them to Chiang Mai. When I told them I couldn’t afford even one of them, they told me they were free. It didn’t or won’t happen, but for whatever reason I’m more attractive here than I’ve ever been in my life. I've lived here for over a year and a half.

I have another week of travel--I’ll follow this blog with one which will include my official invitation to go to my website and read my novel: Shambala  The Path to Paradise.

With love and blessings.

David Dakan Allison

ps. please visit my website - www.ki-earth.com and consider reading Shambala. I have also finish a young adult novel titled Cat Dreams 1 and am writing Cat Dreams 2. You can read the opening chapters on my website.

Patong Beach actually reminded me of Hanalei Bay on
Kauai. Behind me in this peaceful setting is commercial
tourism gone mad. A zillion T-shirt shops with sellers
who don't speak Thai--restaurant without a word of Thai on
the menus--massage gals physically pulling you in--
tuk-tuk taxis that cost 60 cents in Chiang Mai cost $6.50
in Patong for a short ride. Expensive crazy, and you
would never know from this photo.

Happy New Year 2013

Alan, Aaron, Katie, Dad in Vietnam

Dear friends and family -  Happy New Year 

As is obvious, I quit sending out blogs some time ago. I started blogging when I began my US travels in July of 2010. I’m sure I wrote at least 100 blogging stories during my journeys around the United States and Asia. I traveled alone, so I needed someone to tell my stories to--you were that someone.

On the 20th of November my sons Aaron and Alan, and Alan’s girlfriend Katie came to visit me in Chiang Mai. Along with my

Uncle Rich

dear friend Uncle Rich we traveled for ten days—Koh Phagan in the Bay of Thailand and Nha Trang, Vietnam. We had a blast. Rich and I continued on for two more weeks. 

Nha Trang, Vietnam

I just like this photo - Nha Trang

Three loves became apparent during this last travel adventure: 1. I love to travel. 2. I love writing stories about travel, either fiction or non-fiction 3. I love Thailand. This is my new home (14 months now) and I can no longer imagine returning to a life in the United States. OK 4. I love Thai women!  One day, God willing, I will find a Thai wife to share love and life with. Maybe that's a new years resolution? Oh, one more (a rather) . . . I'd rather travel with someone, then travel alone. (family, Rich, my Thai wife . . . you?)

I'm a happy camper

Please check out my web site:  www.ki-earth.com  I offer my services as an executive travel guide. I'm not cheap, but I know Asia and how to related to the people, especially in Thailand. I'm learning the language--actually I no longer want to speak English with Thai people . . . so I'm studying every day.  My Thai for today: Sawadee bee mai -- Happy New Year. I'm having so much fun learning this tonal lauguage. ma,ma,ma and ma means come, mother, dog and horse. Kee means ride or shit. So if I say ma kee I can be saying come ride, or horse shit. Yesterday I said maaa keee to a Thai guy and he laughed and said,"No horse shit."

Also included in my website in the re-written first three chapters of Shambala - The Path to Paradise. I'm still seeking a Literary Agent to help me get it out to the world. Shambala is a journey into 5th dimensional consciousness. In our travels together, Rich and I put ourselves into situations where we individually experienced hours of biss and days of magic and miracles. My book is a gentle reminder that all of us can choose a journey into the miraculous. A witness is vital, and the reason why I offer myself as that friend and companion. I can take you there!

Rich, Aaron, Katie and Alan dining on the beach

View from my hotel balcony - Koh Phagan, Thailand

Bangkok Airport - I threw this in because its surreal
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I suppose I will blog now and then, to share pictures and

tales of great events. I went through a remarkable healing in December of 2012, letting go of much of the grief and sadness that has haunted me most of my adult life. The story of this healing is remarkable, and yet too personal to share with the general public. If you are interested in reading the seventy page real life accounting, ask and I will tell you what it's about.

In the meantime I offer you this: unless you're dead, it's not too late. Do it. Do it. Do it!! Whatever it is you've always wanted to do and made excuses about — do it now!! Enjoy life to the fullest while you can. Rich and I have traveled all over the world, and even last month at 65 years old we both had the time of our lives. It just keeps getting better, if you allow. Hire me and I'll show you the time of your life—on an adventure you'll never forget. 

With love, joy and happiness always,

David Dakan Allison