Take SAPE' music from Borneo: Such pleasant sounds + NSFW ! Hmong Shaman: Long time back I was inducted into the Hmong Highland tribe. So was Worden. We knew then that the Hmong had power. They were not understood. Perhaps things have gotten better through helping others. Hmong are not immune to hatred and have learned to protect what is theirs. Hmong are good people. Blessings to them. I've never forgotten, the bracelet, wine and vow -
The Master's power is like this.
He lets all things come and go
effortlessly, without desire.
He never expects results;
thus he is never disappointed.
He is never disappointed;
thus his spirit never grows old.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
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In my own (personal) world it has always been about the end goal. That for me was true "performance". The ability to actually do advanced things as if they were easy. High performance - never miss application and creation within the midst of the battle frenzy. That was the plan anyway. A calm within, a storm outside. Early on in the fight game I had an experience that altered my perceptions about uniforms, training gear, functionality and reality. It was after training in Karate for some time that I had a real fight. Kid shit really, a minor dust-up if you will. But in street clothes the entire encounter seemed so out of place and out of control. I had unwittingly became belt & uniform dependent. In the dojo your rank spoke for itself. Your uniform (gi) made training easier and the heavy canvas popped as you moved. It was a neat thing. The realization that I encountered was that I felt so damn "weak" without the "right attire and the right location" of the dojo. It was a noticeable loss of psychological confidence. Not high performance. It needed fix'in pronto! So I set to it.
After that small enlightenment I began to work & train more in my regular clothes. Experimenting constantly and learning my path as I went along. At some point I accomplished my task and became forever free of any dependencies of gear, weapons, environment or apparel. I was comfortable with being me. It became more of a game about me than ever before after that - a refinement of self. For after all it is ME (you) that empowers the clothing, the weapons, the place and the moment; not vice-versa. The more accoutrements one deals with the weaker you become. To learn the path of simplicity and find divine guidance in battle one must develop the eternal self. Only by this means can the hidden YOU be released into realization. It starts with small things day in and day out. It eventually leads to all things. Believe in yourself!
Today in these "selfie" saturated times we see that uniforms of every kind are now the gateway drug to the ridiculous, embarrassing shit that adults seem to crave anymore. In times past martial arts wore a uniform, it was accepted. On Halloween some costumes were uniform-like, that also was accepted as normal. Today, it has became more about looking cool. Cosplay, video games, movies, reenactors and fantasy buffs all play dress-up to some degree. I am not against cool clothes or uniforms. But too much of a good thing can become tasteless and childish. We've hit that point of abnormality some time ago. Playing at survival has overtaken training for real survival! One glance through the internet and you will see what I mean.
At one point in time learning sword or pistol was about survival. Now it is about dress up, playing and posing. Advertisements abound for gadgets, gear, guro's and games. 100% questionable commercial combat content. Period. No gain, just material reward in place of real personal gain. A con. Give up depending upon external things to aid in your quest for martial ability. Know the secret to achieving your goal is found within yourself. The gifts the creator has blessed you with can thus be understood and embraced. Martial arts are the whetstone, you are the blade. They are meant to sharpen you up to face the challenges life throws at you. They were never meant to a dead-end or trap. But through cult-like ideals it is easy to have it happen to you. The best martial arts require little more from you than your sincere "being-ness"!
Whether I use a sword or pistol, fight with empty hand or blade. It will be in real time, a setting that will reflect reality as it is. When I think like this, when I train like this I become stronger on several levels. My actual combat root in this violent world is stronger because I train in this mode all of the time. My technique and skills are unfazed by the lack of dojo setting or complimentary cult clothing . If I do choose to wear a uniform my energy is quite powerful unlike the other dojo-ites who see the uniform as a type of martial cosplay to make learning the art "fun". Seek high performance from yourself, why train for anything else? Dodge the tee-shirts, the man-dummies, the colorful clan costumes, ring trunks and samurai hatchimaki's. Just be you as best you can be. Irregardless of your clothing or lack of it your job is to kickass and that is what you'd better do when the SHTF. Less is best, more is poor. Train yourself austerely, for your own good. It's a tough planet ya know! All of the many martial ways eventually lead to the same mountain, some get you there quicker and others take a bit longer. Just do your best and I'll see you sometime at the foot of the great mountain! We'll climb it together and talk of many things.
This is a great Podcast from Maestro Wynn!
How To Learn From Old Guys And Not Get Shot In The Face
It started out a dreary day, weather wet, cool and grey.
But soon the mists, rain and spray turned about in a wonderful way.
The sun came out, there was no doubt, it was an ideal day for a buffalo scout.
So I wandered far and I wandered wide, hunting down that buffalo hide.
Now in the desert there are no buff, it's slope and plain and country tough.
I was riding along a dirty old road. And there he was - "King Horny Toad!
It was cactus and sand, shimmer and heat. WTF did I just meet?
Giant toads of horns and goads, rough tongues long, a hunger strong.
I found a cave to make my stand, plans of panic, t,were nothing grand.
The Bowie knife was in my hand, an only friend in a deadly land.
It was slice and poke and underbelly stroke. Flicker and dash, a desperate clash.
The toads were big, the toads were feral, OMG is St. George in peril?
The edge sought bone, the point struck home, the bowie knife - a devils comb!
Havoc and hell, through dirt and dell, soon the toad king finally fell.
The horn toad pack began to scatter, our war ground littered with gore and splatters.
My finest shirt now torn to tatters, I survived the fight that's all that matters.
So There's the story of the lizard king. My deadly duel with an ancient thing.
A bowie knife and a buffalo scout, a tale of fear there is no doubt.
Life is tough down Mexico way - oh don't believe these words I say?
The "Manchette sequences" have long been a part of my Bowie work interpretation. Anyone who has fought me knows of their implicit effectiveness! Scroll down on this page for Burton's work!
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