Good Karma Music Stories

One of my sisters has recently developed really terrible hand eczema, which makes coming in contact with water generally painful if she isn’t wearing rubber gloves. Her hand dexterity is greatly reduced when she puts on her hand medicine or moisturizer. I bought her some cotton gloves and some eczema moisturizer from a small business and have been doing her dishes for her every day. The other day, I helped her blow dry her hair before she went to sleep. My other sister also has cracked and dry fingers from eczema which she has had ever since she was little, so I help her do her dishes as well, especially since she is always finishing assignments for online class or attending class.

I recently learnt that my own daily meditation practices and chants are merits that I can dedicate on behalf of my parents, siblings, relatives and colleagues. I have been dedicating all the merits on behalf of them to all sentient beings – wishing them happiness, ending their sufferings and achieve enlightenment.

I recently was released from prison for drinking and driving, no accidents thank goodness. While I was in prison, I met a young lady whom was in prison for drug addiction. What little books available, I found a book on Pranayama. Everyday her and I would go in the yard and do breathing exercises and basic yoga stances. She was interested in my beliefs so I told her stories that Master Hsuan Hua told in his sutra commentaries. I taught her the basic precepts of morality, the Five Precepts. One day, she told me she was so scared of the violence that persisted in the bunk bed below hers. .. I taught her to recite the Shurangama Heart Mantra 108 times with good intentions. She did that evening and the next morning the authorities closed that building for remodeling and she was moved into another area with new bunkies. I had left prison during the pandemic. Life has been difficult for me not knowing what to do with myself. Then I met my mother’s old friend whom is going through legalities of drinking and driving. He will be imprisoned the next time he is caught drinking and driving. I told him my story which hit him hard. Now he and I are friends, I help to keep him sober. Looking at me knowing what just happened to me is sobering for him. I tell him the horror stories of prison life and he says it keeps him wanting to be sober too. These days, I teach him to be an honest person with integrity, and how beautiful life is being sober. I’ve been thinking of volunteering in the hospitals to keep the dying company. I heard they cry for the comfort of their families. I don’t know if they will allow me, but it wont’ hurt to ask. I have been homeless since I left prison. I have to find some way to keep myself useful.

There is this thing about death that many Asian Chinese not only deem a taboo topic, but even avoid thinking, more so talking about.
So, the poor dead are often treated with fear. Even a dead close kin becomes an object to be feared, although when alive he or she was the most adorable. Laughable perhaps, but true.
I am often called upon to help the next-of-kins administer to the ‘needs of the occasion’.
Usually, that means to chant prayers, but on a few occasionans I have to share knowledge on how to administer to the mortal remains of the deceased, according to religious procedures; at times, hands-on.
I try my best to do that, and that means not only to keep to Buddhist tennets, but also reconciling local beliefs and superstitions, which can be pretty challenging!
To my best of ability, I include the living relatives not only in contemplating impermanence, which is really the main theme, but also developing an understanding of cause-and-effect; that, through wholesome appropriate actions, they could very much effect benefit to their deceased relatives; not to do that out of fear, but compassion and love.
If I were to be asked, why bother; am I not ever afraid; sure that I don’t fumble or do wrong, I think at this moment, my best answer would be, I try to imagine that the deceased is my own dear parent; and if I don’t do it, who else? Other than that, all else is less important.

I like to share what is the best story I have ever tell.

Ten years ago when we arrived in Australia, while having lessons through the migrant program at Tafe, a teacher asked me what I would like to be in ten years. I remember answering that I want to be in a place where I am useful and helpful.

Then life went on, and it was difficult, but at the same time delightful. Australia is such a perfect place to live in these turmoiled times we are living. We moved a few times and four years ago we decided to experience the Gold Coast way of life. It’s Paradise … And looking for a meditation practice on the weekend, a few miles away, an American Monk, from Berkeley California.

It was just after the 2016 Election, like half of the World, at least, we were in shock, and I remember the Reverend Heng Sure, helping us getting along with this slow depression that was growing. Like always he said what needed to be said, and played some music …

And since then every Sunday, when the Monastery is opened I go to the meditation class. I have learned many many things there, the most important of all, is that I know nothing … Universe is way too big and too old and too complex. But there are things very real that we can change or maintain with infinite patience, and unconditional Love.

I understood that I have to give back, to help, and that way and only that way is the way to real Happiness … So I looked for a Job.

And I found an ad from a lady in Bonogin. She has multiple sclerosis, two Asperger kids, three horses, two dogs, two chickens, one cat, and one bird, a big house, and a husband who has lost his long time job recently and is working casually 50 hours a week, and cant help really more because there is so much to do always.

So since then I start my day at five, by feeding horses, cats, and chickens, walking the dogs, gardening, and helping in the house. I am involved with the teenage boy who was in a bad situation when we arrived, and with dialogue and care and being consistent, and unconditional love, he is now ready to get a summer job, is praised at school for his positive attitude, and get smarter every day.
And I do that for free literally and helping my partner and her kids financially at the same time while sharing the house we are all living in.

It’s been ten years, and yes I am in a place where I am helpful and useful, and on the path to be a better man, a way better version of myself.

And to be honest, without this monk from Berkeley California, I would not be where I am now .

After chanting prayers, I transfer merits to all sentient beings,

I went to the Asian grocery store and bought a bag of my favorite snack–rice crackers with seaweed. As I was driving home, I saw a guy with a sign asking for help. I rolled down my window and gave him my seaweed rice crackers.