Who is Shambo?
Shambala Mambala Lewis is lovingly known to his devotees as "Shambo." Shambo teaches us the "peaceful way." Yes to healing and invoking the positive aura. No to toxins, violence, negative words and negative thoughts.
Shambo came to this world as a reincarnation of Guru Racha of the Southern Pole. In his earthly life, Shambo was born in Raymondville, Missouri.
My own first meeting with Shambo occurred when I was shopping at a local organic store in Agoura Hills, "FreshTime." It was a difficult moment in my life. I was going through a divorce (my fourteenth), and my second solo album had just made Cracked's "Worst Albums of All Time," only three months after its release. I had gained some weight (70 pounds to be exact), even though I was on a seaweed and rose petal diet.
As I was loading my groceries into the car, a man appeared out of nowhere, running. He had on the clothes of a long-distance marathon runner, but he was saying something, something I could not understand. It sounded like gibberish.
He grabbed my hemp sackcloth grocery bag and just kept running. I ran after him. He went, and went, and went. I had to go back to my car, because the man was just so fast! I followed him into an empty field. He was throwing my groceries all over the place. The things I loved... gluten-free kale crackers and soy cheese sticks. The things I held so highly. (I would discover later how much negative aura the love of "things" brings into your life.) Then he stopped and held my face. He looked me in the eye. I was terrified. He said, "Shambo." I didn't get it. "Shambo, he is the way. Follow Shambo."
It's been a long journey with Shambo and the other "Siblings of the Peaceful Way," but it has changed my world forever.
As I was loading my groceries into the car, a man appeared out of nowhere, running. He had on the clothes of a long-distance marathon runner, but he was saying something, something I could not understand. It sounded like gibberish.
He grabbed my hemp sackcloth grocery bag and just kept running. I ran after him. He went, and went, and went. I had to go back to my car, because the man was just so fast! I followed him into an empty field. He was throwing my groceries all over the place. The things I loved... gluten-free kale crackers and soy cheese sticks. The things I held so highly. (I would discover later how much negative aura the love of "things" brings into your life.) Then he stopped and held my face. He looked me in the eye. I was terrified. He said, "Shambo." I didn't get it. "Shambo, he is the way. Follow Shambo."
It's been a long journey with Shambo and the other "Siblings of the Peaceful Way," but it has changed my world forever.
Shambo's philosophy is simple. It is based on the "four sayings of Shambo":
- Every breath is either away or toward the aura. (I think of this one as, "You are what you breathe.")
- Visible things cannot hurt you; invisible things cannot speak.
- What you say cannot be unsaid, and what you do cannot be undone.
- Teach your feet the peaceful way and your head will follow.
Lies, Lies, Lies
Everyone has heard about what happened in 1999, and I'm really sick of talking about it. The "scandal," as it is now called, was when Shambo was arrested for "manufacturing a controlled substance." Oh yeah, like a reincarnation of Guru Racha would really be running a cocaine factory using the gifts of devotees. Oh yeah, like I would personally give over 1.21 million dollars to a fraud. I mean, where in the world would I even get that kind of money?!?!
The truth, as Shambo says, is a lie. The man who was arrested in Menifee, California, was not Shambo. Shambo wasn't even in human form at that time. It was a classic case of mistaken identity that led to my spending millions of dollars and probably around fifteen months in court, until our beloved Shambo was finally released through a plea bargain. It was a real test for the Siblings, but, as Shambo says, "There must be a pinch and a scream before the bad winds can leave."
Shambo is, I am happy to report, teaching new followers every day at our Newport Beach location, though on Tuesdays we have a more private gathering at my Beverly Hills sustainable, zero-carbon estate ("Hodgieland," as it has been unfortunately labeled by the press). Won't you join us?
The truth, as Shambo says, is a lie. The man who was arrested in Menifee, California, was not Shambo. Shambo wasn't even in human form at that time. It was a classic case of mistaken identity that led to my spending millions of dollars and probably around fifteen months in court, until our beloved Shambo was finally released through a plea bargain. It was a real test for the Siblings, but, as Shambo says, "There must be a pinch and a scream before the bad winds can leave."
Shambo is, I am happy to report, teaching new followers every day at our Newport Beach location, though on Tuesdays we have a more private gathering at my Beverly Hills sustainable, zero-carbon estate ("Hodgieland," as it has been unfortunately labeled by the press). Won't you join us?