Growing up in the village of Shabru in the foothills of the Himalayas, we had no means of learning and entertaining. Storytelling was an essential part of daily life. As twilight surrenders to dark - night, we sit around the dancing flame over the pile of logs in the open field, we wait eagerly for story-laden elders to come and tell stories. One or two elders would come and tell stories late into the nights. These are the stories I have been sharing here in the US and Canada for the last 20 years.

My goal is to share and enlighten communities with stories from other cultures. Throughout my life, stories brought understanding of the past, I learned how culture views their heroes and villains, how tricksters outwit oppressive lords, heartless rich elites. How truth and faith prevails upon evils of greed.
Such stories as,

Old master and gold nuggets
Three magicians and a commoner
Digging well for oil
Borrowing copper pot from a miser
Makes an oppressive king bark like a dog

I perform free of charge for local community services such as fund raising, and schools.
However, I do charge a negotiable fee and travel expenses when called upon. Contact me Rdorje@comast.net

There was an imposter prophet. He regularly faked inner sanctum and fooled innocent people in every village he visited. When someone asked him, ''O Master, can you tell me where my father has gone after his death?'' the guru would boast of his powers saying, "Wait, I'll go into deep trance and search for him.''
Then he would stage a show of deep meditation and pretend to speak with a transcendental vision, ''Your father, yes I see him sitting in the assembly of heaven.'' The gullible neither questioned nor doubted his hypocrisy. However, one day, a sharp young fellow asked, ''Dear All Knowing prophet, where has my father gone?'' The prophet summoned all his energies and entered deep trance, ''Your father, is sitting in paradise of Buddha Land.

''Will you please bring him here,'' the young man asked.
''No, No! You cannot bring him here from there.''

''If you are incapable then shall I call him?'' So saying the boy shouted, ''Father!'' There, sitting alive in the audience. His father stood up,
''Here I am, son!''

The hypocrisy of the prophet was publicly exposed.