The Office of Siridantamahāpālaka

"In the near future, Indonesia ,Philippine and Japan may experience a volcanic eruption.  This event could lead to phenomena such as earthquakes , 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

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 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...