Good Karma Music Stories
- Post Title (7/5/2025)
This morning I passed by a fishing pond that you can pay for fishing. The was a fish catched by a person and put in a plastic bag alive. Fish was struggling in the plastic bag making noisy sound. It was horrible to me. I recite amitabha, I was hesitated to help the fish, I feel bad. I wonder if I can just buy the fish and free it. I recite amitabha and give the credit to the fish. I hope the fish reborn in pureland and won’t suffer again. I doubt on my hesitate action, please give me more bravery to do good deeds.
- Post Title (7/3/2025)
Helped a friend skillfully manage his emotions after he was going through a difficult time, using the wisdom of Dharma Masters at Buddha Root Farm.
- Post Title (6/27/2025)
Every month first Sunday, a bunch of us come together, make some drink (lemonade, chai) or cook some food (sandwiches) and branch out on the streets to converse with passers by. We chat over the snack/drink and find out more about each other. Earlier this month, we saw two homeless rag pickers on the footpath and approached them if they would like a sandwich. They were happy to take two each 🙂 We chatted with them, got to know their names, their families, how they got there on the streets, and where they sleep. They even recommended that we offer a sandwich to their fellow rag picker lady who was mute (“she cant tell you she needs a sandwich, but do offer it, she will take it”). It was nice to recognize our human to human bonds and witness their wild smiles.
- Post Title (6/15/2025)
Driving good Dharma friends to Oregon to help prepare Buddha Root Farm for others and want to play some fun music.
- Post Title (6/15/2025)
Driving good Dharma friends to Oregon to help prepare Buddha Root Farm for others.
- Post Title (5/29/2025)
- Post Title (5/24/2025)
Small birds: In the summer i will broadcast the songs of master Heng sure to the birds who played at my backyard. No one know and sure the small birds like the songs or don’t like.But the birds like to come my backyard and built a nest of the bird hanged on the grape tree. Looking forward birds come back again. Is this a story?