31. Infinite Dreaming

Dear friends and family,

It's another beautiful day in Chiang Mai, Thailand. It's the rainy season, which means a healthy rain at night, sometimes during the day. It's a lot like the weather I experienced on Kauai for many years. I've lived here for nearly ten months, feeling quite at home—finding the best restaurants and meeting new friends all the time. Life is good, Sabu.

Naoka Chindo

I wish to introduce Naoka Chindo. Like me, she is dedicated to "The Way of Love.”  Naoka is a Taoist, dancer, healer, poet, singer-songwriter, storyteller — an Earth Angel  — and like me gives Human Design readings (DivineLoveHeart.com) (about) and shares BioLumina. It's always wonderful to hook up with new "Partners in Love."

Naoka's logo for Infinite Dreaming

Naoka and I are available as loving guides, to whoever shows interest, to the reality of the 5th dimension - the dimension of infinite love. Through sharing our stories  — by offering our friends the opportunity to get to know their "True Self" with tools like Human Design, to experience better health with Life Enhancing foods like BioLumina, and by us simply being available to love, we can open many hearts to the Infinite Dream.

To me, Infinite Dreaming is an Invitation to whoever wishes to dream the "Impossible Dream" — to present the way for those dreams to come true. I've spent the last two years compiling all this into a fictional novel — Shambala - The Path to Paradise. It's not totally fictional. Lately I have been writing short stories about a Tibetan man named Shamar. They will eventually be compiled into a companion book titled Many Gods, One Heart. All that I write about, all that I offer, all that Naoka offers, are gifts of fifth dimensional insights - pointing the way to infinite peace, love and happiness. To the Way of Love.

Another Shamar story . . . 

Shamar - Lesson on Light

When Shamar was in his early twenties he decided to leave his village and make his fortune in Lhasa, by far the biggest city in Tibet. Teacher had warned him that he would have some very difficult challenges there, that now and then he would find himself in some deep dark place with no way of getting out. Shamar’s life was good and he didn’t believe that such a thing could ever happen to him. Nevertheless he asked for advice in case he stumbled into one of these dark places. “We go into the darkness in order to find the light. Never stop searching for the light.” 

In Lhasa, Shamar lived on the street, doing small labor jobs in exchange for basic food and lodging. His hoped-for good job in the big city making lots of money never materialized. His forever before secure life turned into insecurity, his days with plenty to eat and a clean bed to sleep on turned into going to bed hungry some nights, in a bed infested with fleas and roaches. During this time he often went in and out depression, into a darkness that was nearly impossible to embrace. The light wasn't welcomed in the back alley shadows of the city, or so it seemed.

He wasn’t alone in this darkness, it was mirrored in the people around him; in those experiencing poverty, addictions, depression and hopelessness. He saw how easy it was for the better off people to judge those without money and means. As a street person he felt dishonored, ignored or avoided. Nobody offered a helping hand. 

Shamar

Shamar was overwhelmed in an aura of depression.

As a monk Shamar had been trained to exemplify the attributes of the Buddha, to adhere to the teachings in order to escape the suffering inherent in samsara; to be free of depression and other worldly emotions. Regardless, in Lhasa he was not exempt from the darkness. In less than a month he felt trapped in a hopeless situation. He continually wondered how the people who were better off could be judging him, when they had no idea who he really was? How could they pronounce him as inferior? How would they know that he wasn’t a beautiful light filled loving master walking the streets as the living Buddha. How could they possibly think Shamar was a detestable soul forever lost deep in darkness?

One day Shamar woke up and realized that people saw him that way because he was that way. He went to a cafe and ordered some tea and contemplated on why he had decided to be a bum and not a Buddha, why he had chosen to be depressed and sink into a deep dark hole; one he decided he couldn’t possibly crawl out of.

Shamar realized that he was free to change. He didn’t have to stay in Lhasa. So he decided to return to his village and consult with his teacher. 

He told Teacher all about the darkness he had experienced in the big city, and how far he had traveled away from the light. Teacher asked Shamar. “What upset you the most?”

“The judgments of other people toward me,” the young man answered.

“Judgments received are feedback for judgments given,” Teacher began. “Please understand that you Shamar don’t have enough information to judge another; that you would have to know everything about this and every other lifetime of the other person in order to even ignorantly understand why they say or do anything. To attempt to second guess what motivates another is a waste of your own energy. Love the life you live and allow others to do the same.”

Teacher reminded Shamar that everyone is given a unique and precious life to live, and how that plays out is always according to that person’s master plan. “You took yourself into the darkness in order to brighten your light. It is as simple as that.

“Those with the most perfect seeming life could be in the biggest pain; those who seem to be suffering could have hearts filled with joy. Often the rich are poorer in spirit than the poor of money. We really can not be sure who is privileged, and who is destitute. The Masters of Love watch each soul in equal measure,” Teacher said, “as they walk the awkward path to liberation.”

This made sense, so Shamar decided to remain in his village. He would get to know all the people he knew but didn’t know. He would love everyone.

He was glad to be home.

Shamar continued studying with both his Teacher and the Oracle, the village medicine woman. He never stopped being the student, but as the years passed people began coming to him for advice. Many of those people had never seen his teacher or the Oracle, and wouldn’t know where to find them, even though they lived in the same small village. They say that when the student is ready, the teacher will arrive. Since Shamar roamed the village and was kind and loving to everyone he met, quite a few people were beginning to see him as the teacher who had arrived. Although he always denied being a teacher, he would help as he could and was always grateful to receive offerings of food and money.

Shamar was a happy man.

I too am a happy man.  (please let me know how you're doing - so I can get to know the You I know but don't really know - so I can offer my love as I do)   With blessings always, 

David Dakan Allison