The Hswagata Buddha Tooth Relics Preservation

"In the near future, Indonesia may experience a volcanic eruption.  This event could lead to phenomena such as earthquakes and tsunamis, which may impact areas as far as Singapore.  Therefore, we kindly urge everyone to take precautionary measures and stay alert. This advance notice is shared with care and concern." May all being be free from Danger! With Metta

As we approach the end of March and move into April, regions such as Mandalay, Sagaing, and some part of Shan State may experience the effects of earthquakes.  Given the potential impact on historical sites, infrastructure, and communities, it is crucial to take proactive measures for preservation and reconstruction.  Proper planning and preparedness can help mitigate damage and ensure a swift recovery.  May all beings remain safe and free from harm during this time of uncertainty. With Metta May wisdom and righteousness guide all beings. Custodian of Buddha Scare Tooth Relics Date -2025 March 1st

 In the dream, I found myself within the confines of a building, its atmosphere heavy with tension. Outside, the scene was fraught: police officers and embassy staff had arrived, intent on mediating a labor dispute that seemed on the verge of eruption. Suddenly, a wave of urgency surged through the air as a large group of (.   ) migrants forced their way into the premises. The security guards, overwhelmed, slammed the doors shut behind them, barring entry to all others. As I sought re-entry, desperation clawed at me, but the guards held firm. Then, in the chaos, another door was broken down, its wooden frame splintering under pressure. I followed the throng inside, only to be met with a scene of harrowing conflict. The air crackled with violence as heated arguments escalated into physical altercations. Amid the pandemonium, the crack of gunfire tore through the clamor, freezing time and amplifying the fear that pulsed through the room. Outside the building, the chaos exte...

Dream 1:  The Queen’s Letter and the Past Life Connection In the first dream, I found myself transported to an era long past, during the reign of Queen Victoria. The setting was formal, almost like an archive, where important records were being kept. I observed data analysis reports, meticulously written under a citatory column, much like what one might see in an old newspaper. The subject of the reports was unusual, focusing on the Burmese military. I read through the names of ministers and generals, their biographies carefully documented. The atmosphere was heavy with importance, as though these records held great weight. Amidst the papers, I saw something unexpected — a letter written by Her Majesty Queen Victoria herself. It was a birthday letter, addressed not to a figure from history but to someone who seemed strangely familiar. As I read the letter, I realized that the birthday mentioned did not match my own in this life. Yet, it felt as though the letter was meant for me....

One night, in the stillness of my sleep, a familiar presence appeared in my dream — a famous monk, revered by many, though he had passed away a year ago. His face was calm and serene, as it had always been in life. Without speaking, he gestured for me to follow him.  We walked together, our steps light and purposeful, as he led me towards a mountain. At its base was a cave, dark and ancient, hidden within the mountain’s belly. I could sense the weight of history in the air, the kind that lingers in places long forgotten by the world.   At the top of the mountain, I could see the ruins of old stupas, though only their foundation blocks remained. The structures, once grand, had been eroded by time. Yet, their significance was still felt, as if they held a sacred power. Inside the cave, I was surprised to find a large gathering of people. Their eyes were fixed on me and something that glimmered softly in the dim light — relics. These were not just ordinary relics; they radia...

One night, I found myself in a dream, standing in the grand hall of a government building. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that hangs in the room during historic moments. A democratic government was making its official transition — an old president, worn by years in office, stood ready to hand over power to a newly elected leader. The handshake was firm, formal, and broadcasted for all to see. It symbolized the peaceful transfer of power, a hallmark of democracy. The room was filled with dignitaries, officials from both the upper and lower houses, gathered to witness this significant moment. The old president, though tired, carried a sense of relief in his eyes, as if a weight had been lifted. The new president, however, stood stiff and uneasy, their face showing a mixture of pride and burden. The applause that followed the handshake felt hollow, as if those in attendance sensed the uncertainty that lay ahead. As the dream unfolded, I realized this wasn’t just a normal ...

A Message and Alert to the World August, 2024 In the silence of sleep, I found myself amidst an unusual scene, vivid and unsettling. A group of very old women, with faces marked by age and wisdom, were sweeping. But these weren’t ordinary sweepers; they pushed broom carts, moving not across floors but beneath carpets that covered the ground. Their movements were deliberate, as if they were uncovering something hidden, ensuring that not a speck of dust remained. It wasn’t just cleaning for cleanliness’ sake — it felt symbolic, a grand preparation. They weren’t sweeping the upper floors; no, this was much deeper. The entire floor was being uncovered, as if revealing what had long been concealed under the guise of normalcy. I stood there, curious but also cautious, watching them perform their task with great care. One of the women, her voice soft but firm, turned to me. "Stay away from this process," she said. "This is not for you." There was a tone of finality in h...

In the stillness of the night, a dream unfolded—a vision that carried a message both profound and unsettling. In this dream, a conflict had erupted, its flames spreading across lands and communities. Amidst the chaos, a nation or group sought to take His Holiness Pope Francis, not as a conqueror might seize a trophy, but in a way that symbolized the fragility of peace itself. The Pope, a symbol of unity, compassion, and peace for the Christian communities and the world, stood at the center of this storm. In my dream, the forces pulling him in represented more than just a political or national struggle. They embodied the world's yearning for peace, yet also its potential to stumble into the depths of conflict. As I watched, I could feel the weight of this moment. Pope Francis, who had long been a voice for the downtrodden, a beacon of hope for the marginalized, and a respected figure to people of all faiths and cultures, was caught in the tensions of the world. He was a peace agen...

In the year 2025, I find myself filled with a deep sense of hope and reverence as I wish His Majesty the King freedom from all physical and mental suffering. May his life be blessed with health and peace, for he embodies the strength and wisdom of a leader who carries the weight of a nation with grace. I have come to know that, in moments of respite, His Majesty chooses to spend his time under the Bodhi Tree—a sacred symbol of enlightenment and tranquility. This gesture resonates deeply with me, for the Bodhi Tree holds a powerful spiritual significance, a reminder of the Buddha’s journey to awakening. Under its branches, the King seeks the same peace and reflection that millions before him have sought—a space where the burdens of the world fall away, and only stillness remains. In my dream, I see His Majesty sitting in meditation beneath the Bodhi Tree. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a soft glow around him, as if nature itself is offering its blessings. There is a ...

In my dream, I encountered an old lady who appeared to be from one of the colder, western nations—a figure who exuded a sense of deep wisdom and serenity. Her aura was calm yet powerful, and she carried with her an air of reverence. What struck me most was that in her hands, she held numerous Buddha tooth relics.  They seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as though they were imbued with the essence of something sacred and timeless. As I observed her, I realized that she was a preserver of these relics, protecting them as though they were the world's most precious treasures. There were so many—perhaps over twenty—each one unique, yet all connected by their divine origins. I felt a deep sense of awe and wonder in her presence, as if I was standing before an embodiment of history, faith, and spiritual power. In the dream, we stood side by side, participating in a public speaking event, something like an interview or a TV show program. As we spoke, I felt a strong connection...

From a young age, I found myself in possession of numerous Buddha relics, a gift as unexpected as it was profound. These relics came into my life without warning, and soon after, I began experiencing vivid dreams—dreams that revealed ancient stupas and sacred places linked to the origins of the relics. In some of these visions, I saw in my dream glimpses of past lives, where I seemed to have a deep connection to the very relics in my hands. Other times, the dreams would foretell future events, presenting challenges or moments I had yet to encounter. As time passed, many of these precognitive dreams came true, guiding me in ways I could not have anticipated. This led me to ponder the source of these visions. Were they the result of the relics’ power, perhaps acting as a spiritual guide? Or was it something deeper, an unseen influence steering my path, allowing me to access realms beyond the ordinary, tied to a larger cosmic truth? With each fulfilled dream, my bond with the relics dee...

One peaceful night, after receiving a precious Buddha Tooth Relic, Sao Dhammasami sat in quiet meditation. The weight of the ancient relic filled him with a deep sense of reverence and responsibility. That night, as he lay down to rest, a vivid dream swept him into another time, another world. In his dream, Sao Dhammasami found himself standing before an ancient stupa, its structure bearing the distinct style of Gandharan art—elegant, yet weathered by time. The stupa stood tall and majestic, its surface adorned with carvings that whispered stories of devotion and faith. As he moved closer, he could feel an invisible force beckoning him to step inside. He entered the stupa and found himself in a vast, circular chamber. The air felt sacred, and the space inside was illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow. The chamber was large enough for him to walk freely, yet the energy of the place was centered on something grand at the heart of the stupa. Sao Dhammasami’s eyes were drawn to a pedesta...