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Walking for Peace and Non violence in every aspect of our lives.

Myself, Dhamma Tāpasā, and my mischievous adopted dog, Marley Moo, have spent the winter months on a large farm near Sagres in Portugal. We have been content to pass the worst of the weather out of the way before we move onwards again, and now that spring is right around the corner we are almost ready to embark on our continuous journey once more.

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Myself, a trained Buddhist Monk, and Marley Moo (an honouree Monk) continuously travel as peace pilgrims devoted to promoting the art of diplomacy, peace and non violence throughout every aspect of our lives. Together we teach, speak and write Moral stories on mindfulness, meditation and the prisons we create within our own minds. We teach meditation and mindfulness as a way of understanding and changing our thought patterns to create inner peace and non violence within our own lives. Everything we speak, write or teach is given completely Free of charge and made available to all who seek.

We have spent the last few years living the ever popular Vanlife movement, this was a necessary move after continuous encounters with wild boar (wild pigs) in the forests and woodlands of Northern Europe while walking, Our time living the vanlife has been ideal for cultivating the seclusion and tranquility needed to deepen my meditation practice but it is almost at an end, and after spending the present winter months contently passing the bad weather away in one fixed location, the wandering lifestyle and the continued generosity we encounter along the way is once again calling.

We are starting to gather the required items together to begin again our slow paced continuous walk. We are looking to acquire a bike trailer/stroller to place our limited possessions, a decent pop up tent, as our last one has broken, a small solar panel to keep recharged our internet connection a reflective jacket for Marley and a head torch, which we believe come to total of around 250Euro. Once our required items have been collected together we shall begin our walk.

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As a Monk and Peace Pilgrim i live with no monetary income and instead rely totally on the wonderful generosity, kindness and support from complete strangers along our way. This doesn’t mean we beg, or hassle people, far from it, to ask anyone for anything causes an imposition for people, especially someone who is kind natured and finds it hard to say no. Therefore we only except what is freely given. The staggering amount of good will, compassion and kindness we find on our journey never ceases to amaze me, this is the beauty and compassion of humanity in action. Some days we receive money or food (monetary donations always go towards Marley Moo’s food, I choose this life he just chose me) other days we simple fast. Some days we receive shelter to sleep, other days we will pull out the tent. Some days we teach meditation other days we will meditate on our own. Each and every day will always be filled with surprises and delights from letting go, making every encounter, a bird, the landscape, fellow walkers, a truly special and unique moment.

As we begin to start walking, myself and Marley have a loose plan and direction, at first we will be spending time walking Portugal’s inner Algarve from Sagres to Alcoutim, following the Via Algarviana long distance footpath for around 300km. After this we will start to walk back along to the coastal areas of the Algarve to meet up with my parents, and my brother & his wife from Malaysia for a family reunion and a week too ten days relaxation. Then we shall work our way slowly north zig zagging through Portugal towards Galicia and Spain.

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If you would like to meet with Marley or myself, maybe for a few hours walking or a chance to meditate With us, then the above itinerary gives a rough idea which direction we shall be walking. As soon as we start walking we shall be posting far more frequently on our Instagram account and this will also guide you to our location. We hope to be walking before March 10th. It would be a pleasure to meet with any of you.

Kind regards

Dhamma Tāpasā

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Inspirational Short Stories and The Meditating Security Guard

Weekly Inspirational Short Story

The Meditating Security Guard

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Inspirational Short Story

Once upon a time, an Enlightenment Being was born into a rich and powerful family. When he grew up he became dissatisfied with the ordinary pleasures of the world and so gave up his former lifestyle, including his wealth and position. He went to the foothills of the Himalayas to became a holy man in the search for enlightenment.

On this fine day in question our holy man ran out of salt. He decided to go and collect alms, while our walking he came upon a caravan of people and horses and decided to join with it for part of his journey. In the evening they all stopped and made camp.

The holy man began walking at the foot of a big nearby tree. He concentrated his mind into meditation until he entered a high mental state. He remained in that state throughout the night, while continuing to walk.

Meanwhile, bandits meaning to do no good surrounded the campsite. They had waited until after supper, when everyone had settled down for the night. But before they could attack, they noticed the holy man. They said to each other, “That man must be the guard on security. If he sees us, he’ll warn the rest. So let’s wait until he falls asleep, and then do our robbing and looting!”

What the bandits didn’t know was that the holy man was so deep in meditation that he didn’t notice them at all — or anything else for that matter! So they kept waiting for him to fall asleep. And he just kept walking and walking and walking — until the light of dawn finally began to appear. Only then was he finished meditating.

Having had no chance to rob the caravan, the bandits threw down their weapons in frustration. They shouted, “Hey you in the caravan! If your security guard hadn’t stayed up all night, walking under that tree, we would have robbed you all! You should reward him well!” With that they left in search of someone else to rob.

When it became light the people in the caravan saw the clubs and stones left behind by the bandits. Trembling with fear, they went over to the holy man. They greeted him respectfully and asked if he had seen the bandits. “Yes, this morning I did,” he said.

“Weren’t you scared?” they asked. “No,” said the Enlightenment Being, “the sight of bandits is only frightening to the rich. But I’m not a rich man. I own nothing of any value to robbers. So why should I be afraid of them? I have no anxiety in a village, and no fear in the forest. Possessing only loving-kindness and compassion, I follow the straight path leading to Truth.”

In this manner he preached the way of fearlessness to the lucky people of the caravan. His words made them feel peaceful, and they honored him.

After a long life developing the Four Heavenly States of Mind, he died and was reborn in a high heaven world.

Moral: Sometimes it pays to have a holy man around

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Loving Kindness and Enlightenment

Loving kindness and compassion

All over Asia within the Theravada Buddhist temples Loving kindness, compassion, and equanimity are practiced as foundations towards enlightenment. These foundations aren’t just practiced for the benefit of others, Loving Kindness, Compassion and Equanimity are practiced within the minds of every Monks inner speech.

Every Monk trains his inner speech to be more compassionate and loving towards themselves, forgiving their faults and imperfections. Gradually over time as we practise we become more content and compassionate towards ourselves and towards others.

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Loving kindness and enlightenment

The monks and Nuns of the Theravada Buddhist tradition chant daily the Sutta on Metta or Loving Kindness as a way towards enlightenment of their own minds. The loving Kindness Sutta is presented here for your practice and enjoyment. Maybe you can use this the next time you meditate.

First we have the English version translated from Pali, and following that is the original Pali script version, with pronunciation of the letters at the bottom. We really hope you have a go at the original Pali version. It might at first appear complicated and confusing, watch your inner dialogue as you try the Pali script and remember loving kindness towards yourself.

Loving kindness Sutta

This is what should be done, By one who is skilled in goodness, And who knows the path of peace. Let them be able and upright, Straightforward and gentle in speech.

Humble and not conceited, contented and easily satisfied, unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways. Peaceful and calm, wise and skilful, not proud and demanding in nature.

Let them not do the slightest thing, that the wise would reprove. Wishing, in gladness and in safety, may all beings be at ease.

Whatever living beings there may be, wether they are week or strong, omitting none, the great or the mighty, medium, short or small,

The seen and the unseen, those living near and far away, those born and to be born, May all beings be at ease.

Let none deceive another, or despise any being in any state. Let none through anger or ill-will, wish harm upon another.

Even as a mother protects with her life, her child, her only child, so with a boundless heart, should one cherish all living beings.

Radiating kindness over the entire world, spreading upwards to the skies, and downwards to the depths, outwards and unbounded, freed from hatred and ill-will.

Wether standing or walking, seated or lying down, free from drowsiness, one should sustain this recollection, this is said to be the sublime abiding.

By not holding to fixed views, the pure hearted one, having clarity of vision, being freed from all sense desires, is not born again into this world.

Loving kindness sutra in Pali

For those of you who would like to learn Pali or maybe attempt this accent language that has been used for over 2,500 years this is the loving kindness Sutta in Pali. Exactly the same as above.

Karanīyam attha-kusalena

Yan tam santam padam abhisamecca

Sakko ujū ca sūjū ca

Suvaco c’assa mudu anatimāni.

Santussako ca subharo ca

Appakicco ca sallahuka-vutti

Santindriyo ca nipako ca

Appagabbho kulesu ananu-giddho.

Na ca khuddam samācare kiñci

Yana viññū pare upavadeyyum

Sukhino vā khemino hontu

Sabbe sattā bhavantu sukhitattā.

Ye keci pānabhūt atthi

Tasā vā thāvarā vā anavasesā

Dighā vā ye mahantā vā

Majjhimā rassakā nukathūlā

Ditthā vā yeva additthā

Ye ca dūre vasanti avidūre

Bhūtā vā sambhavesī vā

Sabbe sattā bhavantu sukhitattā

Na paro param nikubbetha

N’ātimaññetha katthacinam kañci

Byārosanā patighasaññā

N’āñña-maññasa dukkham iccheyya

Mātā yathā niyam puttam

Āyusā ekaputtam anurakkhe

Evam pi sabbabhūtesu

Mānasam bhāvaye aparimānam

Mettam ca sabba-lokasmim

Mānasam bhāvaye aparimānam

Uddham adho ca tiriyañ ca

Asambādham averam asapattam

Tittham caram nisinno vā

Sayāno vā yāvat’assa vigatamidho

Etam satim adhittheyya

Brahmam etam vihāram idha-māhu

Ditthiñ ca anupagamma sīlavā

Dassanena sampanno

Kāmesu vineyya gedham

Na hi jātu gabbhaseyyam punar-eti’ti.

Pronunciation of Pali

To help with the pronunciation of the Pali text I’ve included this helpful most efficient way I found to learn the proper sounds for each of the funny letters.

‘a’ sounds like ‘u’ as in but

‘ā’ sounds like ‘r’ as in art

‘i’ sounds like ‘i’ as in pin

‘ī’ sounds like ‘ee’ as in seed

‘u’ sounds like ‘u’ as in put

‘ū’ sounds like ‘oo’ as in rule

‘j’ sounds like ‘j’ as in judge

‘y’ sounds like ‘y’ as in yard

‘m’ sounds like ‘ng’ as in sing

‘ñ’ sounds like ‘gn’ as in mignon

‘c’ sounds like ‘ch’ as in rich

Kind regards

Dhamma Tāpasā

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Inspirational Short Stories and An Autobiography Of Life

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Motivational Moral Story

An Autobiography of life in five chapters

Chapter 1

I walk down the street, there’s a deep hole in the road, I fall in, I’m lost, I’m hopeless, it’s not my fault and it takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street, there’s a deep hole in the road, I pretend I don’t see it, I fall in again, I can’t believe I’m in the same place, it’s still not my fault and it still takes a long time to find a way out

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street, there’s a deep hole in the road, I see it’s there but I fall in anyway, it’s a habit, my eyes are open and I immediately see where I am, it is all my own fault, I find a way out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street, there’s a deep hole in the road, I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another road.

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Inspirational Short Stories, The Horse and The Butterfly

Weekly Inspirational Short Story

The Horse & The Butterfly

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Inspirational Short Story The Horse & The Butterfly

Once there lived a sad and lonely Horse, it was a long time ago the owner died and now no one visited our horse anymore. He so desperately wanted company, to join the other horses he could hear in the distance, but his field was fenced and there was no escape. He would spend his days wandering sadly around the field eating the tastiest bits of grass, until one day when everything would change.

On that fateful day, while sampling a particularly tasty patch of grass a Butterfly came fluttering in and landed on a dandelion next to our Horse.

“Hello beautiful Horse” said the Butterfly

Surprised and delighted that the Butterfly could talk the Horse began telling the Butterfly all his worries

“You see, said the Horse “no one comes to visit anymore and I’m desperately lonely, trapped in this field”

“Oh I see” said the Butterfly “that’s terrible you feel this way”

Now it was just lucky for our Horse, that fine morning, that this little Butterfly was fluttering through the field. Some may even say a coincidence that the Butterfly did land on just that exact dandelion next to our Horse. For our Butterfly was a wise and gentle soul and understood instantly our Horses worry and pain.

“It’s sad Horse but you have lost your way”

“How do you mean little Butterfly” asked the Horse

“You are magnificent, strong and independent, but have forgotten who you are”

“I know I’m a Horse little Butterfly, I haven’t forgotten”

But with that said the Butterfly fluttered off to another flower on the other side of the field. Our Horse started to follow and began thinking out loud,

“What did the Butterfly mean I’ve forgotten who I am? I am a Horse, I don’t get it.”

Soon he was where the little Butterfly had landed again and asked

“Little Butterfly I’m confused, can you explain further”

“Of course” kindly replied the Butterfly “you have been stuck for a long time within this field, lonely and desperate for company, slowly over time this has become your normal, then gradually your have taken this normal to be who you are!”

“That sounds deep little Butterfly” said the Horse “How do you mean”

“We all place prisons within our own minds, these prisons stop us from achieving our dreams, your life alone in this field has now become your prison, you have forgotten your a Horse.”

And with this the little Butterfly fluttered off to another flower

“Oh I’m still confused” thought the Horse as he wandered over to where the Butterfly had once again settled “what prison in my mind?”

Soon our Horse was once again where the Butterfly had landed and asked her to explain more

“I would like to tell you a little story to help explain” said the little Butterfly

“Oh I like Stories” replied the Horse

“Then I shall begin.

The common house flea has the ability to jump 200 times it’s own height, but if you place a glass cup over the flea something interesting happens. When the flea now jumps he keeps hitting his head on the bottom of the glass cup, now his glass roof. After a few jumps the flea realises what’s happening and will adjust his jumping height accordingly. The flea now jumps to just under this new glass roof. When you remove the glass our poor flea is now conditioned into jumping at this new height. He has learnt from experience that if he jumps higher it hurts.

This is the prison of our own minds, we all create them and yours Horse is this field, you have forgotten your a Horse and what a horse does.”

But with this last comment the Butterfly flew out of sight and our Horse was left alone in his field once again.

For a moment our Horse felt sad he was left alone again, but gradually as he was thinking about what the little Butterfly had said he realised he was a Horse

“I am a Horse and horses run and jump and play, I had forgotten who I was, I really had made my own prison in my mind, this field with its fence around had become my prison, but I’m a Horse and Horse’s run and jump and play”

And with this our Horse ran as fast as his legs could take him straight at the fence, in one great jump he cleared it and landed on the other side, he never even glanced back, he just kept running and running to the sounds of the other horses in the distance, our Horse was now free.

Author: Dhamma Tapasa

Moral:

We have all created prisons within our own minds, anywhere you don’t want to be is like a prison, even in the lap of luxury one can feel poor and in a crowd, lonely. To see these prisons we have created it helps if we practice meditation, observing the mind, its interaction and games it plays as it encounters the world through our senses, When we can see, truly see, the prisons we have created and there unwholesome qualities we naturally let go, we move forward and escape our prisons.

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Inspirational Short Stories ‘It is in Your Hands’

This weeks Motivational and Inspirational Short Story

“It Is In Your Hands”

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Inspirational Short Stories

A young man caught a small bird, and held it behind his back. He then asked, “

“Master, is the bird I hold in my hands alive or dead.”

The boy thought this was a grand opportunity to play a trick on the old man.

If the master answered “dead”, it would be let loose into the air.

If the master answered “alive”, he would simply wring its neck.

The master spoke,

“The answer is in your hands”.

Moral:

We all have the power within our own hands, this story is just a simple demonstration to prove that point. At any given moment we can be confronted with peoples opinions, others anger, frustrations or temptations within our life, it is completely in our own hands if we surrender our power, we can stay positive and cheerful in the midst of chaos it is our choice, today I choose a different way.

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Childhood Traumas and Growing Up

Misadventures of a Monk

The Beginning

It has taken some carful consideration to finally write this small glimpse into my life growing up in the 70’s and 80’s of rural England. I suffered terribly as a child, and carried childhood issues with me for a long time. The consideration taken has been for my parents, I don’t want to paint them in a bad light, they were also growing up themselves when they had me, and made mistakes like we all do. It took many years for myself to finally deal with my childhood issues and put them truly to bed. I love my parents dearly, but it took a long journey of discovery to get there, let me share it with you.

Childhood Pranks

As a child I was, how shall I say, a little mischievous, I would be getting into trouble at school and home on a pretty regular basis, I was a energetic lad, the eldest of two younger brothers, and together we used to go exploring and adventuring around our little village in the English countryside. The games and fun, being able to run free across fields, through streams and woodlands, I feel privileged and very lucky to of grown up in the time and era I did.

My mischievous or cheeky nature would inevitably get me into trouble, I was once dared to climb a bookcase in the library, during a story time lesson, of course I got caught. My brothers and I used to love sticking rotten apples onto the ends of bamboo canes and throwing them at each other, braking greenhouse windows in the process, I would continuously climb out of my bedroom window 2 stories high, to escape being locked in, even when I was a baby and in a cot, apparently, I tried to escape so many times my mother and father decided, after I got my head trapped in the bars, to strap me down into the cot to sleep.

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At seven years old I tripped up on a small front step of a shop and crashed head first through the glass window, skidding to a stop inside the shop to the shock and horror of customers, it caused a great split through the left side of my mouth. It took 16 stitches to fix, 8 on the inside of my mouth and 8 on the outside. I can still remember the incident so clearly. If that wasn’t bad enough, the very next weekend I knocked out the stitches by banging my face on the stair railings, playing tag against my brothers. Another trip to hospital and a further 8 stitches inside and 8 outside.

Myself and a friend got ourselves badly drunk on Martini and lemonade before we were 12, it started so innocently, then quickly turned into a living nightmare, my friend cracked his jaw when he fell, blood everywhere. Being so young we didn’t know what to do, so we had no choice but to go back to parents. I also had a go at smoking before I turned 12, and all because I thought my illusive dad looked cool, soon got found out by mum doing the laundry.

Amongst some other worldly occupations, I wanted to be a stuntman when I grew up and would be flinging myself out of trees tops, or jumping off garage roofs on a pretty regular basis. A dangerous hobby indeed, and amazingly I never broke a bone in my body.

Upbringing

I had a conventional upbringing with both my parents being there, although I would still grow up with parental resentment issues, like I think all of us so to some extent. I tried running away from home at least 10 times before I reached 13. Parents were different back then and their solution seemed to be that I would return when I got hungry. My father has worked hard all his life, especially when we were small, he was usually out to work before us and return late after us. At weekends he used to enjoy playing sport, and there were many occasions when me and my two brothers would spend hours in the back of a car in a pub car park, just killing time. Kids were not allowed in bars in those days so amazingly a lot of kids would spend there weekend evenings like this. I know, right.

Punishment

We also had corporal punishment at school, it was fazed out as I progressed towards senior school, but as a result of being mischievous I had the cane or wooden spoon across my hand on numerous occasions from both headmaster and parents. I almost had my mouth washed out with soap and so glad it didn’t happen to me, I did witness it happen to a friend by a Mrs McGregor at our infants school, the one where your aged 5-8. A horrific ordeal, my friend also told me he tasted soap for days. The canning’s we soar and would leave a mark, the worst of it was trying to hide the marks from your parents or you’d get another thrashing.

From my mischievous behaviour and general cheekiness, I was or seemed to be in and out of trouble a lot at school and with my folks, my apparent role from young was to make sure my brothers didn’t get into any trouble. If they did it seemed to be my fault. I found childhood a little unfair, hard, mean and hypocritical, I felt slightly unloved and unloveable, leaving me with very little direction, ambition and confusion about life. These childhood traumas would follow and haunt me for the next 25 years, no matter how far I traveled.

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Growing up

After leaving school I was told quite frankly “right son now you earn a living to stay under this roof” so I did what I had to do and got a job. An office job of shear boredom, met a girl and then was two timed behind my back with the guy I shared a desk with. I didn’t hang around and instead decided travelling was for me, I packed a small bag and headed off on my motorcycle. Didn’t get far, managed to get to my grandma’s about 100 miles away. She calmed and soothed my broken heart and sent me home. I returned home determined to travel the world.

Again my dad put me straight “you need money to do that son, get a job” he’s right!

So I did, this time working mowing a golf course not yet opened to the public. It was a YMCA association and a place called Fairthorne Manor. It’s main purpose was to look after city kids on holidays from London or Manchester who in there normal lives we unable to see or experience nature and the countryside. The golf course was there to make money for the project.

It was hear, at Fairthorne Manor, that my life changed forever and my life adventure begins. It was here at Fairthorne Manor that I would get to meet Princess Anne of the British Royal Family, being the Patreon saint and figure head of the YMCA. This cemented my career so to speak working outdoors in the countryside. Well with Princess Anne on your CV it sort of opens up doors. I’ve since worked for the Barings family, Cavendish family, Sainsbury family, Heineken family and a couple of other great historical family names I’ve had to sign confidentiality agreements with. And getting to work on some of the most beautiful English country estates that you only get to see in period dramas or the movies.

But it was also at Fairthorne Manor that I really got that itch to go travel, I had discovered weed and other recreational drugs while working alongside Australian’s and Kiwi’s, they not only got me stoned, they also gave me a new emphasis and determination to see the world.

I remember someone had a book of jobs from around the world, in it I found and applied for two, one in Nigeria building a school and one in Costa Rica looking after a cloud forest. I got the cloud forest gig, I just needed to get there……….

Kind regards

Dhamma Tapasa