Existence of Santa Clause.North American Christmas vs. Chinese New Year

Recently I was thinking about the Comparisons between Chinese New Year and Christmas.

It is starting to get to the time when you will see the Magical Mystical figure of Santa Clause/Father Christmas/The great Alf/Elf walking around. Of course children who believe in Santa Clause believe that these people are not the real Santa Claus but that the real one is at the North Pole somewhere right now.
TV shows often depict children tugging on the Mall Santa's beard to prove that Santa is fake or real.

Later, Parents will put out presents and pretend Santa Claus comes and delivers quite expensive toys in the middle of the night secretly in exchange for "goodness" and milk and cookies. He is pulled on a sleigh with eight reindeer and recently, Rudolph the ninth leader with a red glowing nose as well. Though Rudolph is somewhat important, he still is just a sleigh puller and does not deliver presents.
The presents are made by small elves who are also relatively unimportant and stand behind Santa at the malls. But they can't make the list, check it, or make any decisions.

Many children believe this story to be literal and are crushed when they find out that there is no literal Santa Claus.

I've also heard of other Holidays like Three King's Day where Jesus himself comes and delivers candy in the shoes you leave outside. But that's all I really know about it.

On Chinese New Year, by comparison, children get gifts and money from there parents.
A long time ago
The Magical Human, which either the Buddha or the Monkey King depending on region, flies down from heaven by his own power, flying in front of, or sometimes riding a long monster with a horn and faces that vary from region to region. The monster is called a lion, but is clearly not.
Actually in My Sifu's village, the Buddha/Shaman/Monkey is present in the story, but absent in the later ritual.
Nobody knows or cares where these two really came from, and the gift they deliver is savior from another monster, again absent in the ritual and present only in the story, having the name Nian/Year. In some stories, both monsters are Nians, one good one bad.

The ritual is interesting when compared with the Santa Claus Ritual.
The Buddha/Monkey/Human goes around with the Monster Lion door tor door in broad day light. Instead of giving gifts to children it receives money wherever it goes giving a blessing. Nobody believes that the creature is real as they can see the human feet underneath. Children, who often need constant reassuring that Santa Claus is real, need constant reassuring that the monster is fake. I recall as a child knowing that the lion was fake, being able to see the human underneath. But with the firecrackers and strong movements of the lion and occasional blinking of the eyes. I was convinced somehow that the creature was both real and fake at the same time, to the point that I believed the creature was able to devour me. I hid underneath a table pulling me mother with me when one came into the bakery we were eating at to bless the kitchen in the back.

Although the "Magical" Humans in the story have power over the Lion Head, and travel with it door to door, the focus is definitely on the Lion. Christmas focuses on Santa the Human. The Lion gets money where as Santa gives gifts (getting milk and cookies in return) Santa is secretive and unseen. Quiet despite his weight and sleigh. The Lion comes with an army, drums, gongs and cymbals.

Although everyone is in on the fact that the Lions are made out of cloth, Now paper, and bamboo, the powers and spirit attributed to the fake lions are real even and more so for adults than children. We who are the lion, do believe in its blessing, perhaps more so than the business owner giving the money.

I wonder if the pagan origins of the great Alf involved putting offerings for him under a tree outside, instead of receiving gifts under a tree inside the house.

Finally, I think the most difficult thing to believe about Santa Claus, is not the miraculous feat of delivering toys to so many children in one night. After all, so many people in the world are religious, believing in an Omnipotent God until death. This God can part waters, freeze time destroy and create the world. Jesus turns water into wine, walk on water. Even Peter walks on water. Moses prays and recieves manah falling from heaven in the desert. Big deal about Santa.
Muhammad, Jesus, Vishnu, Buddha, all seem to be able to magically do much more. Just not every year around the same time with visible results in the morning.

Even our government is apparently able to electronically create money out of nothing and produce a stimulus with the wave of the hand.

The hard thing to believe about Santa is that he delivers gifts, just for being good.
If Santa Claus went around demanding gifts or your first born, Everyone would believe in Santa just a little, even if he didn't come that year. And we also know that the reason why our government can magically produce money that buys physical realities out of nothing is because it also has the power to destroy the world as we know it physically and turn it into a shell of nothing.

For that matter, the story we here about 9/11 is that a small group of people created massive amounts of destruction with box cutters.


As an adult I know there is not a literal Santa Claus. And on some level every child always knows this.

Santa is an old man in a sleigh busting his ass to make kids happy.
Believing in Santa is like believing the little guy, past his prime, can accomplish fantastic things for good if he puts some sweat into it. This is simply too difficult for adults to believe in.
To believe it is to believe that we can make a difference.

I refuse then, not to believe.

Spring comes to Jinjiang River (Melody)

Spring Flows from the river.
Water comes a melting snow.
Spring, Flowing on the river
back to the home I know.

Back to the home
Back to the home
Back to the home I know.. Woah
Back to the home I know.

Pregnant

Gingerbread islands. end

"Time to go home.."
the children began crying.

But their crane ship had wandered high above flying.

Tony called it to come down.
But it ignored and swooped around.

The crane wanted to stay.
and flew on further away.

The thought, "Now how would they get home?
Well at least none of us are alone."

Then further up the beach
beyond staggering gingerbread feet,

They saw a small boy building boats.

"Noah's my name." he said, "And we're from the same place."
Over seas these boats float,
and fly through time and space.

"If you want to ride, you have to promise to race!"

He jumped in one of many and off he sped
And all children followed, Noah just led.

One boat for each and plenty to spare.
They flew back to Moh Goon
and breathed good old Moh Goon Air.

Ginger Bread Islands part 3

They moved forward and came to a break in the trees,
that opened up to a giant gingerbread party.
Gingerbread people dancing and jumping.
Gingerbread monkeys swinging and landing without thumping.

There were all kinds of music and all kinds of games
and all kinds of foods with strange sounding names.

They played for while when someone said,
"It getting to crowded!"

"Let's move up to the beach," another eagerly shouted.

So the rumbled along, past the Tea Bear table
Who waved and then joined walking on all fours
or upright if they were able.


They came to the sand castles and saw Win and Mark
and barley made out August as it was getting dark.

They set up torches and grills and fires.
The used magic to grow the sand castles higher.
Soon they had a sand city and partied till dawn.

Finally when the sun rose, the kids started to yawn.

Ginger Bread Islands part 2

Kelly flew up the dunes, and some castles of sand
Into the shaded, jungled, mysterious land.

August and Kaming
got dealt in some leaves
While Win and Mark joined
some gingerbread girls in the breeze

The rest of the crew went into the jungle
And heard commotion so big ahead it hummed and rumbled

They slowed steps for caution
and got low to the ground
Was there monsters ahead?
Better not make a sound.

A "PSSt!" and a "Hey!"
growled loudly from the right.
When the children turned they were given a fright.

A group of old Bears
Sat round a table
Calling them to come over.
and "Walk, don't crawl, if you are able."


The Children Cautiously approached,
Kelly hand made a sign.
The Tea bears signed back.
"Our bears", Kelly called, "It's fine."

They sat at the table and were offered some tea.
"Po Lei or Sow Mei," said a bear.
"Wait," said another, "they can't drink caffeine."

"Chrysanthemum then." said Gary from behind.
They drank tea and ate dim sum
When out the question came on their minds.

"What's all the noise over there?"
said Tony the old Hawk.

"I guess you'll have to go find out. Tell us when you do."
Said the old bears.

And so the now well fed children continued toward the rumbling.

The ginger bread Islands.

One day in Boston at Woo Ching White Crane
The students were bored. Kelly said, “This is lame!”
“Let’s go have some fun! Let’s go play some games!”

All of the students were thinking the same.
“How would they get there?”

“Let’s Fly on this Crane!”
The shout came from Tony, the Hawk folding paper.
When he was finished he blew on it,
And it grew greater and greater.

Now as large as the room and as glorious as their minds
The paper crane plane opened up and they stepped inside.

They sat on the floor furnished and flown by meditation
And the crane lifted off flying on the power of imagination.

They flew through the city, right through the concrete
Damaging nothing, not even rising form their seats.

And they flew all different directions or
Perhaps all the same,
Landing in a Ginger Ale ocean
sweetened with sugar cane.

They looked above deck in their paper crane ship,
just as thud came from a giant something they hit.

“Where are we?” shouted August
seeing what they hit was a beach.
and shouting to gingerbread people playing
cards with big leaves.

One answered,

“The Ginger Bread Islands in the Ginger Ale Seas
The home of Tea Bears and Ginger Monkeys.
And our ginger bread people making ginger honey.
These and many others co-exist peacefully.”


“Thank you and onward then.” Shouted Kelly jumping ashore.
Whatever lay ahead would certainly not be a bore.

Noah

Noah

Noah Hong-Lum Cheung.

A noise by the stream

It was the early days of Communist China. Traveling by foot to another village had to be applied for and approved. Neighbors watched over each other both for protection and to notify the government of Counter Revolutionary behavior, food was scarce, (religion, traditional cultural activities, and any counter revolutionary behavior was forbidden, including gatheriong in groups of three or more. Leaving was also forbidden.

One night as villagers slept people heard screaming. Loud riotous sound coming from the direction of the stream as if there were hundreds of people or hundreds of somethings, wreaking havoc. The voices were angry, distraught and continuous for a period of time and then would suddenly stop.

The next morning rumors began to spread about the noise as everyone had heard it. What was it. People had thought there might be a riot or who knows starting, but then nothing happened, only noise.

"Ghosts calling out", came the answer, and soon that rumor spread. In the old days that would be a very reasonable answer, when people believed in such things and were allowed to believe in such things. This was an unlucky omen and would have to be dealt with by Excorcism, perhaps by lion dance and offerings, Taosit priest, Buddhist monk, or simply regular people giving offerings to the gods.

But this was the time of Mao. No ancestors or gods were in peopel's houses, only pictures of the Chairman, and believeing in anything like ghosts could get you reeducted or perhaps between to death by the neighbors whther they believed in such a thing or not. But clearly there was a noise. What was the noise.
Maybe there were ghosts, would that mean that... they old ways weren't wrong?
Would the people start questioning communist power? The local officials were getting nervous with what they thought people might start thinking.
This nonsense had to be stopped, because it wasn't stopping by itself.

Finally one night they caught a coupld of men walking late into the village a while after the noises were heard. They had come into the village from the direction of the sounds of crowds of people.
"Ha! Trying to start an uprising? Confess your crimes and your punishment will be more lenient!"
They were heavily beaten, the blows releasing frustration of a situation beyond modern understanding into these human sacrifices. They were jailed for torture until they explained how they started these events and watched carefully as they were clearly threats to the country and to the party, Capatilist roaders wishing China to revert to its dark abnd corrupted past.

But then that night, the loud racous was heard yet again. After it continued on for about an hour, the two men were released. Clearly the noise was created by something else.
This went on for quite some time. Rumors of the two men being beaten spread and people made sure to stay in their respective homes and not mention anything about the noise. Just ignore it and never takl about it. In fact deny hearimg it and scold others for spreading false rumors. Throw in a few words, like Capitalist roader or something and show that you are the real Communist and that you are perfectly happy and have never heard any noise whatsoever.

Some did this planning to stay. Others did this, planning to eventually escape down to Hong Kong.

Eventually the noise did stop. Mao also eventually died. People are allowed to travel more freely nowdays and reforms have taken place, under the same one Party rule.

Traditional and Foward thinking knowledge are both accepted and encouraged under supervision of the Party and the State. A better explanation for the noise has never been found or really sought after much. In an interesting twist of events, the most powerful country in the world, came to owe this previously dirt poor country a great deal of money and still begs it for money to this day.

Crazy Bull steals a bike

The Japanese occupied China and the regularly shot the Chinese for any reason. They used chinese for manual labor regularly pretty much like dogs. China the country was weak and the people, disorganized and without proper weaponry to really push the Japanese out easilt.
It was this time period that Crazy Bull lived.
Crazy Bull was born a fearless and naturally strong beast of a man. He caught poisonous snakes grabbing them as if they weren't even snakes, never hesitating. His face blank and with little emotion or reaction. His Kung fu was half and half but
he made up for that in strength and ferocity. When he fought with a stick using the basic moves he had he would growl like some sort of cross between a bear and a wolf swinging the stick so that nobody could get near him. Supernaturally strong and terrifying, what skilled fighter would really want to fight him?
His fearlessness went beyond his power over people, his strength, bravery and even reason.

He was sqatting with one of his friends by the river looking at fish when his mentioned he needed a bike to ride to town but there was no way he could get one.

"Oh you need a bike?" said Crazy Bull. "I know where to get one." and walked away.
He went to where some Japanese were overseeing Chinese workers. They noticed him walking up nonchalantly and with authority.
He walked right over to where the Japanese Soldier was standing next to his bicycle.
The Japanese soldier watched this man calmly walk over and take the bicycle without a word and walk back with it. The Japanese soldier, though it was his bicycle , hesitated but then said nothing, neither did any of the other Japanese. After all, the Soldier who was the owner of the bike said nothing so, uhe must know what's going on. No Chinese would just take a bike or dare even look at a Japanese wrong or he would be instantly shot.
This Chinese must have been told by a higher officer to come over here and get the bike for him. This is what they said within themselves as Crazy bull walked past them with the bicyle as if it was his. He walked all the way back to the village like this, without being bothered.

Crazy Bull lived to around his 60's.
When he died so many people had been amazed by his presence that those in power, now the Communists, did an autopsy and opened him up, finding that his spine was different than a normal person's spine. Thicker and formed in a different shape.

Veronica Peters childhood.

My mother was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The first child to father Richard Peters and her mother, whom she was named after, Veronica Peters. When my mother was born they say that her face was so pretty that it looked like a doll. Thus they called her Dolly and the name stayed as a family name throughout her life, her nieces and nephews even calling her Aunt Dolly, though I called her mom of course.
My mother was born and then shortly afterward Grandpap, Richard Peters, went of to Germany to fight in World War II.
Of his experience I only know that he happened to be at the liberating of one of the concentration camps. He saw a man basically starved to death. Feeling compassion fro him he gave him a piece of food to eat. THe man ate it very quickly but was unable to digest it and died pretty much right there. Grandpap only told this story to his wife and it was only long after he was dead that Grand mom happenend to mention the story one night when I was a child, everyone in the room including my mother hearing it for the first time.

My Grandfather returned and then had five more children, my Uncles and Aunts.
Francis, Richard, Kathleen, Tommy, and Charlene.
My mother being the oldest, helped to raise the younger ones. She was also somewhat of a tom boy growing up, climbing trees etc.
She had many bloody fights because of the nature iof the neighborhood she grew up in and in Catrholic school as well. Once after a girl tripped her down the satirs and began betaing her, she was able to end the fight by ramming the other girl's head repeatedly into the concrete, there was quite some blood.
Apparently, such was Catholic school.
My mother's ethnic background consisted of German Irish Polish and some French and English. However she always told people she was German-Irish as that was the acceptable race and Polish people seemed to always be made fun of in thiose days, despite the fact that they may have been more Polish than anything else and her Grandmother used to speak to her in Polish and she remembers understanding as a little girl.

I have a great Aunt Dolores who once , near her ending days, told me some stories about the Polish Catholic traditions they used to have when she was a girl.
Something about having a meet with the fat having a design of a Saint and the Priest travelling door to door to bless it. I forgot for which holiday, but I remember liking that these type of traditions existed on my White side as well as my Chinese side.

My mother grew up was educated as a chemist and went on to Travel the world.

Cheung Po Yu

My Paternal Grandfather (I still do not know his name)was some sort of Kuomintang official in Guangdong, educated in Japan at a time when only the elite could afford it, and ended up having four wives at the same time (Which was legal in those days.) the ofurth was my Grandmother. (I still do not know her name.) My father told my mother (through however it was they communicated)that he had some memories of growing up in the mansion like compound as a child though only a few. At some point the Japanese invaded and my grandmother and father went down to Hong Kong in poverty. My father had told my mother when referring to my Grandfather and most of the family that most of them had died from the invasion. Needless to say contact seems to have ended.
My father grew up poor in Hong Kong and was somewhat mature by the time he somehow became a chef on a boat that travelled all around the world, Asia, Africa, Europe and eventually the United States. What he did before that job, I have no clue of.
What he did on the boat I know a little bit about from what he told my mom, and what one of his friends who was Younger than him I who I will refer to as Uncle S. told me. Most of the Chinese crew would stay on the boat when the ship was docked but my Father and Uncle S. were youthful enough to go around and have adventures, watching movies in European languages they didn't speak, skiiing, whatever.
Uncle S. said he was watching a movie with my father and finally turned to him and asked him, "Do you know what the hell is going on?"
"Yeah sure," my father said.
"You speak German?"
"Nope" he said, "That guy there is saying something to that chick, now they're kissing, so that's what'seasy enough right?"

On the boat, activities consited of gambling, doing some kind of Hung Gar Push hands, and occassionally stealing suits to pass themselves off as wealthy paying vacationers on the boat and partying.

My Father was apparently an excellent Chef, though felt no need to wash vegetables or much of anything before cooking them, and could lpay guitar and flute pretty well though he never had formal training.

At some point the boat docked in Baltimore at which point they jumped ship.

Chinese White Boy

It often comes as quite a surprise to Chinese when the Cantonese Language
with a fairly Cantonese tone comes out of my seemingly full white mouth rolling off of my perceived to be full Caucasian tongue. Women born in China hold their hands to their mouth giggling, and many "Wahhh!'s" are heard. Men born in China will hide there surprise at first fearing they are hearing things, and then later in the conversation ask if I am actually from Hong Kong and if not where the hell I learned Chinese so well and admit that at first they had been afraid they had finally snapped from working too many hours.
One Jook Sing Chinese man, born in the United States, told me from across a table full of after clubbers at Chau Chau city restaraunt, "That's pretty good," followed by, "Wow a white guy that speaks Chinese. Huh, you must get a lot of Asian girls."
I then explain that I am white but I am also Chinese and that my family name is Cheung. Furthermore my father was Chinese and my mother was white. Chinese born in the United States tend to assume my mother was Chinese, despite my last name. Furthermore that is after assuming that I am simply a white guy with Yellow Fever that probably studied in Hong Kong or something like that. (Not that there is anything wrong with that. Over there they will love you. Most resentment thrown at me was from people born in the states, or educated in International Schools abroad.)

Here's an example of some tension with my existence. One time in New York, after helping out the Gee Oak Tin Family Association do Lion Dance for Chinese New Year all day, along with some Lion Dancers from New York White Crane, we were eating and comparing notes about our respective Chinatowns the conversation turned towards White Guys dating Chinese girls. "No offense, but" seemed to be the begginning of many sentences, until I clarified that my Chinese father who was straight from China, had been the one to date a white woman and then Father me.
A loud "OOOOO.." rang out followed by high fives all around.
"Okay your cool, your cool." and then there was no elephant in the room.

Again, not that the reverse combination of myself is a bad one, but all males feel
a competetion when it comes to courtship. If White guys are getting asian girls, asian guys feel that they have lost one. If asian guy gets white girl, they have won one. My existence turned from proof of a "loss" to proof of a "win" It shouldn't matter, but it does. Much legislation in the United States has tried to prevent the existence of mongrels like myself for many many years. But this isn't a history lesson, it's my story.

So how did this Adam Win-Son Peters Cheung combination come to be?

It is a story that many people want to hear since my face with my speech can seem so jarring and mind boggling, at least in Boston. (And to tell the truth, despite the great number of Whites speaking Chinese and even Cantonese nowadays, I got the same surpised looks in Hong Kong.)

Let's start from my Fathers story and go from there.

Roadside Beauty

Roadside Beauty

The slender beauty came walking, appearing from the inky moonlit shadows of rainy Southern Chinese night. She glided through the rain in grace, her sandaled feet choosing the best footing through the muddy puddled path, off the crackpaved village road. A taxi biker eyed those smooth white feet as they maneuvered in a flowing dance. His eyes moving up to her ankles and further up to her jeans, rolled slightly.
He wished within that she had been wearing a skirt as his blood rushed in his organs as he searched in glances over her upper thighs and hips. A white blouse and a pale white arm holding her umbrella. His heart thumped harder as she stepped under the awning where he sat on his motorbike. He watched her adjusting and settling herself on the cemented ground by the roadside food stall. Just a stand with an awning and cheap tables and low plastic chairs you would squat on. She moved up closer to him.
He immediately exuded a players external calm of nonchalant toughness and business cool. He tried to hide that his heart quickened, blood rushed, hardening below just from smelling the air between them.

She spoke. Her voice ringing softly on a soothing high pitch that carressed the mind’s sense of sound between subconscious bed sheets.

“Boss..," she called out as the Chinese call any owner of a business, even if it is a taxi bike service of one, "I want to go to Taicheng. Can you go there?”

“I can go anywhere you want pretty one,” he smiled. He spoke now looking out past her as Chinese often do, glancing at her her good looks only ocassionally. They discussed the price in that same way, hardly making eye contact, his eyes outward, though her eyes staring directly at him.

"Of course we can wait until the rain calms down a little" She said
"Good." He said. "Have you eaten?"
She sat down not saying a word.
"Hey boss!" said the biker to the cook, "Get some snails and a plate of whatever vegetables and some noodles."

He got off the bike and and sat next her,"You drink?"
"She shook her head folding her hands and resting her chin on them looking directly at him staring. It was then that he noticed that she was staring more at the Jade he wore around his neck and not so much at him. Her face was pale for a southern Chinese girl, but she spoke with the local accent. Not shy at all. Even the prostitutes seemed shyer then she was. And yet she was not really flirtatious or purposely seductive either.
The biker found conversation with her easy, but began realizing he probbaly wasted his money ordering snails. He wasn't going to get her in bed. Not tonight anyway. He wanted her badly. But even if he had been the type to do it by force, there was something about
her that seemed powerful and dangerous. She was very thin, but so was a sharp blade.

She really was good looking for a rural girl, and despite her delicate grace and features, there was no msitake that she was absolutely from here from her way of talking, and from her conversation, which dealt mostly with the market price of pigs or chickens, she definately grew up, worked on, and helped withh the business of a farm and wasn't just talking nonsense.

Then she reached down her blouse and pulled a stone from her her bra, unflinchingly and unflirtingly, as if her chest was not particularly sexual at all. Now was she embarassed or seductive about drawing attention to her breast. Her head did not glance down, nor did she smile the way a flirtatious woman would, with her mouth or her eyes. Her glance did not intensify in daring or lust. She played with the stone flitting it between her fingers in an unusual show of dexterity like a street boy playing with his lighter.

She held it still now holding it up for him to see.

"You like it?" she said.

This taxi biker did not really know much about Jade, but the piece the girl held was indeed eye catching. He felt the own stone around his neck warming. As it did the girls eyes noticed his Jade again, eyes excited for the first time for an instant. She put her stone away again and sat back suddenly avoiding eye contact.

The rain began to die down and
He then looked directly at her and tilting his head up teling her to get on the motorcycle, “Serng chei la.”

With that they made off for what was a fairly long ride for motorbike and slow going at first given the wet road.

Her white jade hands wrapped around his waiste loosely and yet firm. Not afraid of human contact, but not tight as if afraid of falling off. Her body was closely in contact with his from shoulders and chest to thighs, he could feel it all on his back.
Her body was cold. Delicate, attractive, firm and yet soft. But with other girls that were this close he would feel the blood pumping through her and the heat coming off of their body. He would feel at least a little no matter who it was, man woman, young old, let alone a bold young woman like her.
Her body was cool the whole time, truly yin, cold as stone.
The got to the center of the town.

"Right here is good." she said like bells ringing seductively from a far away paradise brushing against his ear.

She got off and handed him a fair amount of money. Too much really. Being in town the city lights lit everything bright and he inspeceted carefully the Mao faced hundred Yuan bills before puting them in his shirt pocket. There were certainly plenty of fakes around and he was used to seeing them so he made sure they were real, espcially since she seemed to hand over more than he asked for so willingly.

"Is there any thing else Miss? You need change?"
"Not that's fine." she said and turned wakling away down the street.
He watched her body as she walked away, admiring her ass.
Meanwhile his phone rang and he continued to watch until his eyes caught some other hot girls. and soon he was looking at any direction.
"Wai!?" he yelled into the phone sitting one foot up on his bike.

"Bull? Hey Bull is that you?. It's Big Eyes."

"Hey what's up."said Bull, now hopping off the bike and walking around it.


"Where are you now?"

"Tai Cheng. I just droppped someone off. What do you want?"

"Hey that's good. I'm in Tai Cheng. I want to hire you for the night man, I need you to take me around to few places you know, you busy?"

"No I'm free," said a Bull, "Where are you."

"Ehhhh... Why don't you pick me up in about an hour from that club, what the hell is the name of it, with the hearts outside, whatever you know what I'm talking about right."

"Ohh the one before with where Fan got a bottle thrown at his head?"

"Yeah and they got all the boys to close of the exits and turn on the lights. We lloked through the whole crowd. Couldn't couldn't recognize the bastard anyway, he was so drunk and its dark. Yeah that one," said big eyes.

"Yeah okay one hour?"

and then the call was over. The taxi biker put away his phone and went up to a vendor to buy some cigarettes.
He lit one and suddenly remembered the money the girl had given him.

He figured once he was riding on his bike, it would be likely to blow out of the shirt pocket, so he took out the bills to put in his jeans pocket where it would be safer.
Taking it out he looked at it and he felt a rush, a shock, and looked again carefully holding the money to the light, because it seemed different. The Bills seemed to be moving and changing as he held them. He steadied himslef as if he was drunk. He wasn't but the world seemed like it was spinning. Were they fake?
Shit, they weren't fake but they weren't money, not yuan. They haded as he held them up to theb light, becoming Hell Bank notes, the money burned to the ancestors, gods and the deceased. He threw it down in fear and watched it flame up suddenly and burn away in smoke. He threw down the other one too and the other one, pissing himself and then just standing there sweating and pissing his pants and oddly not all that concerned about it.

A man walking with two girls laughing and pointing yelled out to him.
"Hey! Your pissing yourself." said the man breaking into a grin and then laughing at Bull.

Bull stared somewhat blankly at them and shook his head walking back to his bike.
He didn't really care that much. He tried to gather himself and then headed over to Big Eyes.

Thumb

As I sent the chi throughout my body and focused on my hands, for a loose and yet strong grip on the stick, my hands became relaxed and powerful.
Then when washing bowls I didn't pay attention much attention and trying to thoroughly scrub the plate it snapped in half, my hand in the same instant coming down hard on the broken half, blood going everywhere.
It does not pay to over exert yourself.

Preparing for little Adam

Preparing for little Adam.

The room is almost set, with drapes and curtains crib and clothes.Monkeys, Lions and Elephants faces smiling in a children’s wallpaper pattern.
Ready for little Peter Ding Sheng Cheung, or whatever this person’s name
Will be. Still called Little Adam by us. I suppose I should put the machete under the couch upstairs in storage and eventually the paints cannot just be out the way they are.
They are somewhat toxic after all.
I still use the room to stretch and to paint.
I like the feeling the room has, with all its windows, though usually draped, it is like an observatory of the world.
As if the house were a ship and I could see the Universe in its entirety through the window. Watching the world as a powerful observer.
Soon I will sit here watching little Adam sleep or play with him or read to him I suppose.
And what his personality will be? We could say he will be active but we don’t know.
Though the amount of kicking and moving he does now in the womb hints at that.

Ku

Kung Fu

Prehistoric


Shaolin Temple

Wu Dak Dai
In the Qing Dynasty
Sing Long was the Abbot
Of a temple in Fujian
Which will be referred to as
Shaolin Temple.

This the Shaolin Temple in the South
The one that was burned down
Not on Mount Song or Po Tin

Sing Long had a student
Named Woo Duk Dai.
Who graduated the lay
Persons program.

Wishing to continue
His study of Kung Fu
Wu Duk Dai Travelled to
1000 monkey cave in
White Crane Mountain
in Yunnan Province
To continue practicing.

This location was
suggested by his Sifu
Sing Long.

Oftentimes he would
Return to Shaolin
To talk Kung fu
With his Sifu.

Learning more and more,
Practicing by himself.
Sometimes his Sifu would
read things aloud
but technically not teach him.

Wu Duk Dai reached a level
Where his movements were
soft like cotton
But his fingers like the needles within
Immovable as a mountain
But seemingly not there as if wind.

He brought this to the attention of
Sing Lung.
Sing Lung told him this was Mein lay jum.
And though Sing Lung had never reached this
Level, he had heard of it before from
The ancestors.

Wu dak dai was surprised by this.

One time, Wu duk dai got news
That Sing long was in bad health
And returned to see his Sifu before
he passed

Sing Long told Wu dak dai
That Wu dak dai need not worry
Because he had already passed on all of
Shaolin’s Kung Fu to him,
that meinlay jum
contained even the sacred contents
of the Going with tendons text (yik gun ging)
Something that was supposed to be reserved
only for the Abott of Shaolin to study
if he wished.

Wu Duk Dai was surprised by this,
And realized his Sifu must have circumvented
this law by reading the text aloud
and not actually teaching him
but by “accidentally” allowing him
to overhear it.

Wu Duk Dai is the founder of our
Shaolin branch of White Crane

Sing Long’s later students.
Jee Seen-(Iron head skill, eventually became
The next and last Abbot of this temple.)

Bak Mei (White Brow)- Eventually would
Move to Ngau Mei Mountain
and be considered
the greatest fighter of his generation
Founder of Bak Mei Pai, the counter to the
Kung Fu he learned in Shaolin temple.
He would take many government
Officials as students. A conflict would ensue
Where he would kill his Kung Fu Brother
And Abbott of Shaolin
Jee Seen

Fung Do Duk
Would move to Wu Dang mountain
and open a system there.


Ng Moi
A woman learning near,
the Temple from Sing Long
But not allowed on Temple grounds as
She was a woman.
Raised in Shaolin Temple
She was the daughter of an Assasin for the Emperor
This group of assassins were all poisoned
By the Emperor at a banquet
to cover up the Empreor’s
involvement

Ng moi’s father got wind of it.
Too late to save himself he warned
others to save his family.
Though only Ng Moi was able to survive
By being brought to Shaolin as a baby.

As a teenager she learned of her past.
Breaking the laws of Buddhism
She ran away at age 18 and killed the
Emperor herself overcoming many troops
By means of kung fu and her light skills.

She then returned to around Shaolin
to become a nun. She later would roam as a nun
teaching women Kung Fu
Wing Chun was her student

Gracie Cheung

Gracie Cheung wanted me to start writing about her and Little Adam.
So I will now.
First I will explain the language of our world.
Jee do na lA (I know you.)
means I love you
Wun do la!(I found it) means the tv remote
So does hai been do? (where is it?)
Little Adam does not have a name yet
we listen to his kung fu practicing, but often times Gracie Cheung threatens to unplug me.

Her Dog's name is Gordo.
(but I walk him) along with her Ex. Which confuses the other dog owners in the neighborhood.

Gracie Cheung cooks the most delicious foods in all the world
just for me.

That is all for now.

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Title: Journeys in Stillness (Origins of Meditation)
Foreword:
Childhood
As a very young child
I lived in a high rise
Of the Castle Square Apartments.

White painted stairways
smelling of urine,
Outer stairwells
of needles and poop.

Robberies, shootings,
and stabbings outside.
I am safe
In my concrete tower.

Indoor walls made of plaster
people break through
Room to room
stealing VCR’s.

Valuable then,
Now outdated
worthless.
Crimes change
with the times.


Sleeping
Mama, Baba, and I
Slept in one room.
From crib to
little bed
on the floor.

I would climb up to see them
and move all around.
Baba couldn’t sleep in
the moving and sound.
Choosing instead
The floor’s little bed.
Baba would roll off to the ground.

Dark
I would wake to go pee
Afraid of the dark
I would take a breath
and throw fists and legs
towards the unknown
from bedroom to bathrrom and back

Dreaming
Finding dream world and real
Difficult to divide.
Dreams within dreams,
nightmares within dreams
and dreams within nightmares.

I once had a dream
that I woke up and
took a penny from
the tin can of pennies
I had by my bed.

I took a penny
to look at
believeing I was awake.

Sitting up in bed
holding this penny
I could see and feel.
I woke while sitting there.

I watched as this penny
vanished in my hand.

I truly believed I caused
A penny of the physical world
To Vanish with the dream world.

I tried to hold things of value
if I believed I was dreaming.

Another time dreaming
I looked out,
into the darness of the room
to see many children sitting
eating rice on our bed
in the middle of the night.

I sat up watching them
and then watched them fade
away as I slowly woke up.

I saw a strange man
go to the bathroom.
Pausing, seeing me
Before walking in.

His face turned color
Clear, matching blue tile
On the wall behind him.
I believed I was awake.



Restless
Other times not afraid
Of dark or night
but fascinated instead,

I stared out the window
unable to sleep.
Awed by City’s Night


I would sit in meditation
From what mommy told me
she had done in her travels
And saw Baba do.

Mama would tell me be calm,
be still, rest, meditate.
I would fall asleep soon,
And at least let her sleep.

Outside
I did not spend all day
cooped up like some did.
My Mother would
take me out walking.

We went to the Common’s
and Upscale parts of Boston,
So my day to day sights
Were quite nice.


In the Summers and Christmas
we would visit my Grandmother.
Her house in Philly had a yard.

My memories of this house,
Aunts Uncles and Cousins
gathered for Christmas
or Sunny Summer days.

Baba
My Father would take me
To bakeries and gambling houses
in Chinatown,
one of which
he watched over.

He also would take
me to the commons
and movies at
Chinese Movie Theatre.

He often felt bad,
His health was not good.
I was four when Baba
Passed away.

Mama
My mother loved day dreaming,
tending her plants,
holding the cat in her lap.

Day dreaming just enjoying tea
and looking at the leaves floating
or staring out the window.

She would make mint green tea
As she had had in Morrocco.
She had travelled quite a bit.

Crossing through the Sahara
twice by Camel
Through several African countries

Hitchhiked through Asia
Iraq and Nepal,
Afghanistan, to Indonesia.

Habits form these countries,
Suroungs, toys, and teas,
Were part of my Childhood.

When she came back to the States
And went to Cape Cod
She was new, and my Father
Showed her around.

They spoke Japanese,
Not English or Chinese,
For that happened
to be the common
Language.

I was in College
When Mama
Passed away.

Play
I watched cartoons
TVB, PBS
had adventures
with imaginary friends.

Playing with toys,
gambling chips, and dice,
In circles,
I paced, raced, and ran,
Jumping on the bed
Entranced in my world
Of flightful fantasy.

“What are you doing?”
my Mother would ask.
“Imaginating, imaginating,
Let me Imaginate.”

Hobbies
I drew pictures on paper
Wrote and drew on the walls
I played music
To fly away too.

I gambled only once,
and lost what I had,
That was enough of that.

I kicked soccerballs
against dumpster walls,
shot baskets,
and rode on my bike,

By this time I lived
In a two story town house
Castle Court near Chinatown.

I collected acorns,
walking alone
watching squirrels, birds, and cats.

I walked for miles
With nothing to do.
Body moving,
Mind in one place.

Kung Fu
My other family
my Kung Fu school.
I had met at age seven
For one class.

Later I met Woo Ching and his son
At a Summer
Lion Dance Class.

Then in the Summer
Bewteen Middle and Highscool
Before I went away to board.
I was throwing kicks
In the house.

My mother told me
I should go learn Kung Fu
And brought me
down to Tai Tung.

The meditation and training
was different than any
I had ever
chanced upon before
And remains unique
In everything I’ve seen
To this very day.

Introduction:
A Falling Dream
On cold floor sitting
in the steaming heat,
Hands folded
in a summer’s meditation.

I was falling asleep
falling back, awaking
pulling forward
to sit straight again.

I fell further and further
Waking later and later,
Almost hitting the floor.

A moment in time
Not in waking or dream,
Caught in a fall
between ceiling and tile.


Eyes opened wide
To florescent light.
Earth drifts a way
From the mind.

I fall suddenly backward
Down through a door
a hole, where before
There was floor.

Slow.
Then faster.
Then with overwhelming speed.
Everything vanishing away.

Panic, and terror
Filling the void.
from above, below, and before,

I fell and fell
Losing place and sense.
In darkness then suddenly in light.
The mind trying tricks
to grasp hold of itself.
Illusions flashed before me.

I would imagine whole worlds
As real as Before.
And now reaching
for the branch of a tree.

I would fall in a twirl
And violently soar
And now Speeding
Terrifyingly Free.

There I saw
Bathing by bank
A beautiful glittering nymph

Sunlight reflecting
from beaded water she drank
from her arms silky smooth skin.

I swam over to speak to her.
And look more intently.
Perhaps even to touch.

Caught in the current
I was swept down and away
Drowned in darkness and lust.

There I was
Charging down mountain,
My spear facing a crowd.
chasing men off a cliff,
a stone tripped my footing
I tumbled below.
Falling again in nothingness.

These worlds came in moments,
Instances, breaths,
Spaces, pauses, and whiles.

I relaxed and they passed
Like smooth, rolling, ripples
Around my fingers on the surface
Of my reflection.


No space, No time
and suddenly stillness.
Below me a strange bird flying.

Not in reflection
But in the Truth falling stillness.
Arms spread, I stepped
Down Circling towards him.

The bird, the Simorgh,
Stared from a distance.
Then flew up to me
in great speed.

Breathing Truth’s fire
It drowned me in flames.
Pain burning of
An instant Eternity.

After Fire was ash.
Limbs and organs regained
With new eyes
I felt the bird’s gaze

Its eyes piercing my soul.
I opened up, letting go
Gaining new consciousness.

It turned and flew off
indicating I follow.
I did so with great ease and speed.

In a dark misted night
we came to a cave.
Two creatures awoke at the mouth.

Nodding me in
they nodded to sleep.
I looked inside of the cave

The cave floor glowed red
as a white sun’s dawn
in a clear
and bright young sky.

A fire enveloping
a live living plant.
A burning bush
burning unburned

A live flame living
on lithe lovely leaves
unharmed, unharming
in harmony.

I Quilin stepped
Bare feet touching heat
Wafts, my Walkway.

Beside sat a man
On a brilliant bright light.
Yet reclining
in dark’s deepest depths

He wore many feathers
from flights of before
and every flight
yet to begin.

The cave Walls
Showed languages,
feelings, and thoughts
In styles of pictures and words.

Though I recognized some,
In this light they lived differently.
Having unknown lives, sides, and colors


The man of feathers
Reached into the fire,
Plucking a flaming fruit.

It had one all seeing eye
tasting like flesh,
Dissolving as if
of no substance.

And I felt in my soul
the writing in the cave.
A deafening thundering, bell.

Crashing through my innards
Like drums, cymbals, and gongs.
The words speared my mind
As I received them.

Grasping ferevrishly at the wounds.
My mind absorbed them
Swallowing them as thoughts
in my perception.

And exploring within
I found these regions
To be As such.

Chapter One
Dawn of our Universe
A moment before moments,
pre-time, pre-space.
Soul, Spirit, Intent,
without body.

No motion, no movement,
no thing to move.
No stillness no thing to be still.

Vast and Infinite.
One wholeness in All.
The many in All,
All One.

A space, a point.
Hot, charged, and dense,
The Universe dreamed, and felt.

Dreams dreaming dreams,
reflections and scenes
Souls dreaming spirits dreaming souls.

All dreaming Many Forms.
Many forms All formless One.

One in Many.
All of Many,
Still One.

* * * * *
Many scenes in a dream
Places, and beings.
Movements, acts and ideals.

We are in many dreams,
Many dreams are of us.
One is of All is of One.
* * * * *

Some spirits gathered.
Within them a space.
Within space a universal point.

“ When do we begin
and cease to exist?”

“Is more within
than passes away?
Is there Physical
beyond the Spiritual?”

“What is the
Truth, Meaning, and Way?”

Thoughts mix and connect,
Flourish, Thrive, and Collide.
Join. Crash. Increase. Multiply.

A spirit in Anger,
Challenged another
One settled in essence of All.

“I don’t believe anything.
Prove it to me!
Show me a Physical world.”

“Settled One is a fool
Speaking Mass Energy nonsense.
Show me!
I see nothing within you.”

Then with devious grinning,
“Shall I open up up?”
Violent, sadistic inent.

Settled One acknowledged
Truth in those words.
Indeed nothing and
something are One.

“But now look alive
and peer right in
For my Time to begin
Now Arrives.”

Beginning and End
Guarding One’s sides.

Time
One roaring mouth Ahh.
One Purring mouth MMM.
AHHHMMMMAHHHMMMMM!!!!

Spreading apart
Their offspring beating out
In gonging crashing cacophony
Of minutes days and years.

Existing in the silence of space
without matter to vibrate
heard and seen in the Spirit itself
Now here now unseen.
Seeping into Existence.

Breathing into deep Beyond
Flexing the physical within.
Reality, Stretching Illusion.
Roaring out an explosion.
Bursting forth in Awakening!
The Physical Universe Born.

Such force and velocity
Destroying, creating,
Ghosts of Before, Now and Yet

Billions of Galaxies
Infinite souls.
Heavens see
One Universe Whole.



Our Space
Milky Way turns her
Stars following center
Sun following afar.

Earth circling sun
Moon around Earth
In Spirit.
Watching feeling reacting.

Chapter Two
Life
The Feathered Creature.

Egg in the nest
Of a feathered mother
Winged with scales, claws, and teeth.

The Embryonic yolk
Knew the One and the Other
And realized more than eyes see.

Staring into the darkness
beyond day’s light
directly outside the egg.

Looking into nothingness
it felt a connection
With Vastness Beyond its limits.
Transcending its own existence.

When it hatched
it stretched its neck
as other young hatchlings
opening wide and screaming.

Screaming a scream
Of higher consciousness.
The action outside the same
But inside was different.

One with itself
Then one with the woods.
Playing with States of being.

It mated, produced
And those offspring produced.
It lived life as other lives lived.

Standing still in a stream
Waiting for prey
To flow by
swimming through water.

He gazed at stream’s surface
Of shimmering light
Losing the feeling of hunger.

Watching patterns and feeling
The flow on clawed feet
It pondered nature and sight.

Did light travel with water?
How did water reflect?
Was the mind traveling
With Time the same way?

A Golden Fish suddenly
caught it in its mouth.
But found it could not be devoured

He bit sinking down
his teeth blood flowing forth
out in the form of light.

The bird released the fish
which hung in the air.
The firy fish blood
Burning Bird’s mouth.

The bird’s eyes became wild
Fish flames joining bird’s blood.
Snapping, the bird
Caught the fish once more.


The fish then spoke
Beyond sound or light.
Knowledge simply coming to be.

Now it released the fish
Standing still there
It felt Wholeness
Part of the light.

It saw through without eyes,
Flora, predator, and prey,
Rivers, streams, valleys,
Clouds and mountains.

It flowed with and caused flow
Feeling sun, moon, and stars,
undisturbed in a jungle of violence.

Supernatural Power

Night day, night and day
Standing still in the stream,
It raced within at great speeds.

Then feeling its surroundings
To be turning revolving
At massive speeds and orbits.

It felt the presence predator
Seeking him out.
Bird allowed beast to meet prey.

The great beast of great size
came crashing through water.
Roaring with jaws open wide.

The Bird’s wings spread forth
A strange light unseen,
Shaking organs and bones
in a freeze.


Coming to, it stood up again to see the pulsating of the light and the spirit of the ancient bird grow and fly up as if as high as the sun, though it was nowhere near it in fact. With this the beast ran for it’s life and all the other animals surrounding scoured away only creeping back after sometime, giving respect to the ancient bird and not disturbing it. By this time the feathered creature had drawn its spirit back into itself and it began to stare into its own consciousness. Then it stillness it began to see without eyes.
He began to see the aura’s and spirits in all that was around him and see others floating around preying on each other, ancient animals that no longer existed. It stared further and felt the spirit of the Sun for what it was and that it stood on an Earth with its own spirit and it felt all these things as the earth turned and his side faced no more to the Sun and night came revealing the other stars in the sky.
He stared out into space an and looked at the moon sensing her persence. The moon sent out of her a smaller spirit with her consciousness in the form of a crane. A crane not of that time, a crane not of our time, but out of the consciousness, and the dream of the spirit of the moon. She crossed that space in an isntance alight just above the surface of the waters, appearing beautiful to the ancient bird. She spoke to him and coaxed him and they circled each other in a dance, different from the mating dance of the ancient bird’s species. She drew near and touched his spirit and he left his earthly body to fly back ith her up to the moon where their spirits entwined and she introduced him to the world of the spirits, which he had always been a part of, just as everything is, but a had not yet become Aware.
And so the ancient crane joined the moon becoming as one spirit. And from the moon he saw through her the many things that the moon had seen of earth and learned of how the moon came to be, feeling her torn from the earth from a great impact. Feeling what it had been to have come from earth he wished to return to earth as the moon had wished to as well, which was why she had sought him out when she felt that he knew her presence. And so he flew back down still in her gaze and flying over earth looking back at her now and again, he found his body still as he hid it deep within the earth. He looked back toward the moon again and feeling each others presence in a sigh he flew off into the night to seek out an understanding of life as it existed on earth.

Earth
Earth
Our crane observed the world, from afar and up close mingling with other animals and flying among the. He saw how they hunted each other, mated and and courted, fought and killed. He saw the the plants and how they grew withered and died. and returned to the soil. He saw the insects and their larvae and bacteria devouring carcasses and disease spread by way of bacteria and virus. He travelled beneath the oceans and to its depths.
He saw the great creatures of the sea and saw there ways as he had seen the ways of creatures and plants and other living and non-living things big and small on land. He also noticed the spirits of dead animals wandering around and once in the ocean he noticed the fish which had had tasted the blood of which attracted the Moon Goddess. The fish saw him as well and at once transformed into a powerful dragon and came and him as if to bite him. The Crane had learned a few things from the moon goddess and was able to exchange more than a few blows with the Dragon with neither of them being injured. The Dragon stepped back and nodded in admiration and indicated the crane to follow him. They travelled far under water where the Dragon had set up a tribe of creatures like himself and where constructing a village in the spirit world. It was hear that the Crane was more fully enlightened to the Spirit
World existing within, behind, in front of the Physical world. He stayed with the Dragon and learned how to speak with other spirits on an intellectual level, for he had known the Moon through instinct and emotion.
"See all these creatures. Many of them have lived many lives already. In fact, you have probably lived many lives already. They do not look like anyone creature and take the shape of different creatures they have been or perhas mingled with. I myself have taken on many aspects and appearances. You have learned a thing or two from the Moon but there is much esle to learn as well. I am beginning to build a kingdom here, as are many other spirits of different regions we are moving beyond the the mayhem and lawlessness of the physical world. See, we build like ants, and interact, like schools of fish, and have social behaviors like herds on land."
The Crane observed this. He also observed that the Dragon king was moving on other Spirit Villages, conquering them and sometimes obliterating these spirits. The Dragon king saw his reaction and spoke of means justifying an end.
"Let me show you the other kingdoms of the spirit world."
And so the Dragon and the crane travelled below the earth under the rock into rivers of fire so hot. they were in fact molten lava. Here lived many spirits too who sank below the earth for some reason and they preyed on each other as on the surface. Some could come and go as they pleased, and others were stuck. Stronger creatures took advantage of the weak and kingdoms were being established here too. Then were there were other areas that still empty. Travelling through here, Crane began to feel the presence of the earth more clearly. But the earth would not come to him quite as easily as the moon had. The Dragon then asked the crane if he would like to return with him. The crane thanked him but said he would like to return to his old stomping grounds and they parted ways.
Crane returned to the body he had buried in the earth and found that it had become as stone. He sat by it for a long time before flying off again into the mountains. At night he would me sit beneath the moon feeling her presence in the day he felt the sun, and always he tried to feel the earth. And then slowly the earth began to open her arms to him too, and he was able to take a body from the earth and release it back to her at will.
He travelled throught earth feeling her, going deep within her depths and all along her surface. He learned from her and connected with her as he had done the moon. Soon he learned that though many spirits of the living things on earth were able to travel within her seas, few would or could travel away from her grasp as he had This made him wonder more and more about the Dragon Kings blood and about the moon. One night he flew up to her again and found and tarvvelled with her around looking at the sun and he saw too that there were indeed some spirits surrounding earthe that had been spirits that had lived on earth at one time and they set up small communities practicing to become powerful enough to travel to the sun and even to stars much farther away. Some of these were dragons and other creatures flying through space and connecting more clearly with Vastness in its greater expanse than the crane had able to do. And so the crane returned to earth, and sat in meditation and looked out into the night sky to recconect and feel Vastness, the beginning, to the present and to attain the consciousness of the One Mind.
Meteor
Crane began to observe the skies more carfeully and the Mountains and the rivers. He noticed over long periods of time the patterns of cause and effect. Positioning of mountains would effect weather. Certain places had more earthquakes. He studied all these things taking note in his cave. He also noticed the posistioning of the moon affacted the ocean and observed eclipses. He knew what the stars were physically and observed tat their positioning from long ago effected what would happen later, way after their light had left them. He saw that a great meteor would come to earth and destroy much of the life on it. But he did nothing, as there was nothing to do, nor did it really change anything in the long run. He focused in his cave on attaining the consciousness of vastness.
When the meteor came it was more terrible than the disasters he had seen before and the influx of the dead spirits caused an imbalance. Spiritual kingdoms became jungles of lawlessness again. Those spirits in the skies saw this and established a more structured system, finding a leader and preventing spirits, powerful spirits that thereatened them and behaved not to their liking from coming into their small space in heaven. Though there was pleanty of space, much of the outer areas had been unexplored and so these spirits began practicing to make themselves more powerful that they could cross further and further distances.
Crane was horrified by what hadppened on Earth to the point that it was difficult for him to concentrate and he was unable to remain undisturbed by many of the spirits. He flew away to the Moon where he stayed in meditation, expanding his spirit into the Vastness becoming One with the Universe.
At times he would feel that he had achieved it, in a fleeting moment. He had gained full comprehension and understood completely and then he wouldn’t. He flew out away from the moon. Flying as he was sitting their and his mind expanded greatly and contracted becoming nothing. How could his mind find itself when it was simply a mnifestation of the Original Mind.
He relaxed and gave up on any ambition to do this, and simply flew for fun. Because he had given up, at times it did seem he was in touch with the whole, but he realized whether he seemed or did not seem, it didn’t make a difference, he was both himself and also the One just as everything else was.
He flew through space in a haze, in a dream at an undetermined speed. He began to travel in and outside of time, in an outside of space, of reality, of spirituality blending and separating. He found himself walking, first as a bird, then as a man, a human, a homosapien, though this creature did not yet exist. And yet he found himslef walking in this way slowly, walking through space and yet flashing by were many galaxies and other bodies and then flashes of Universes exploding into relaity and subsiding and then ending in the blink of an eye. And then he breathed in was sitting there on the Moon and for the first time ever she seemed to be nothing more than a cold rock in space.

On the beach.
The Ancient Bird’s spirit and consciousness Fluctuated a long time as a hazy spirit. He exised less as an individual or he. It permeated the moon the earth and looked towards the sun. Eventually it held this and in it consciousness and saw the universe from the sun’s perspective and settled there in meditation. Suddenly he seemed as an individual again, but on the other side of our galaxy walking along as an old man, through the stars. He looked down and beneath him formed a pathin the dark woods and there were trees and the stars were above and the path moved out onto a beach.
The Bird awoke from his dream and flew down to earth. It had changed a great deal, the continents had shifted. Even the positioning of stars from this perspective had changed. He desired to walk along the beach in the moonlight as he had in his dream as an man. He did so anyway in quiet contemplation. He folded his hands together and walked in meditation and then spread his arms like a bird, but staying in the form of a man he moved as he felt the universe move walking along the beach.
He came across a wild cat and a large serpent fighting Then suddenly it seemed as if they were mating. But it couldn’t be, that didn’t make sense. But it was certainly what appeared with his human eyes, to be happening. After all, stranger things existed in the world. He stayed watching in is human consciousness, feeling the universe from this frail and weak position of man and observing these creatures like this also. He went further along the beach and saw more snakes and wild cats fighting, mating interacting and found this very strange indeed. He walked further up to a cave where he sought shelter and sat in meditation for the reamineder of the night. In this meditation he rested and it was even more refreshing than sleep. After all, the Bird was only in the form of a creature that walked on earth as a man, but his true consciousness permeated even the sun.
In the morning right outside his cave lay two cubs. Strange looking cubs. They seemed to be without mother. They looked like wild cats,a dn like snakes at once. They also looked like the sun and the moon, holding them in their eyes and tiny bony stubs protruded from their heads. The ancient Bird took them as his own and rasied them teaching them many things. They began to understand w=each other in a language of their own. They would hunt and bring food for them. The Man Bird created a little hut and invented farming and writing and many other things, observing the stars again as he had in the form of the ancient bird many millions of years ago and they lived like this in harmony.
Later it became apparent as the cubs little stubs grew into single horns on their heads, that they could fly through spiritual power and see the spirits just as the Ancient One could. They would fly through mountains and skies and the earth and observe many things and return to Ancient Crane and tell him what they had seen. Much had changed since the Crane had done this. In the area surrounding earth the Spirits had set up strong governemental Kingdoms of spirits, beneath the earth were also kingdoms. The Ancient crane had no desire to take part in any of that whatsoever and simply heard what the his cubs daid and made them promise not to let anyone know of their cave or who they were and to take care not to draw attention to themselves. The crane then changed form back into a bird and then into the form of many birds and these many birds of different forms became single feathers in a coat which covered his form as a man, which covered hism form as a crane, and he was hidden and confused those that saw him. The two cubs also changes their forms, now looking like tigers and lions, now dragons, now unicorns and now a flock and herd of many animals and thes became their coats which they too used to cover their forms as men which covered their true forms. They found two distinct forms form each other and setlled down by the cave’s entrance.

Civilization
A group of primates began being able to control fire and hunt animals with comlpex tools and wore clothes. They looked something like what the ancient crane had envisioned. Something like the form that he had now taken under his feathers. Pretty soon some were herding animals. They domesticated animals animals and plants and they built structures. Many of the spirits of heaven and hell went into these creatures to live lives to carry out wishes and bring about kingdoms and governments on earth. The Ancient crane observed this but wanted not much to do with it. Soon systems of reincarnation and “After-Life” were established.
These humans built statues and made offerings to their ancestors and too gods, spirits, some of which influenced them, some of wom they had created, but by creating them, they came to exist in the spiritual world. The humans also observed the stars and began inventing things which impressed the ancient crane.
Nian.
The two cats that slept at the door way gained control of their bodies in a way that they were both physical and spiritual creatures at once, but at the same times were outside the realm of both. They too meditated, but they became more at one with the concept of time. One focused on how moment by moment, the entire universe would dissappear and be gone forever. The other focused on the fact that moment by moment a new universe would appear, over and over, connected with the one before and the one after it.
One was creation , one was destruction.
Every year, the destruction cat would go in various ways and wreak havoc on the world, to test its reaction. It lifted things and creatures high into the air and dropped them, to watch them fall. It devoured crops and animals and humans. The world notice and was fearful of it.
Creation did not agree with this behavior but could not stop destruction. One day however as destruction destroyed things, creation went to the ancient crane and pleaded for him to go and stop destruction just this once.
The ancient crane saw that this particular one was getting out of hand and flew down with creation. As humans of a particular village watched on, a creature looking not like a lion a dragonm or a unicorn flew down with a divine like human creature and battled the monster that had been plaguing them. When defeated and awakened out of his frensy, destruction travelled back with creation and the ancient crane to the cave. They drank of water and enetered into deep meditation to contemplate and test within their own consciousness. Destruction would still visit the humans, but often in different forms and never again quite revealing himself as before, as did Creation and the ancient crane.

Lion Dancing

Meditation Chi Gung Kung Fu

Meditation Workshop

As you listen to me drop into horse stance and bring your hands forward.
Let us first go over what we are going to do.

We will be standing here in horse stance meditation, the intensity of this excercise is all in your control. As we close are eyes I want to imagine you are before a great and frigid waterfall. Deafening, drowning out distractions in this room.
You will not feel the cold because you will be heating up from your horse stance, and bracing yorself against the water that is pelting you and the current trying to pull your feet out from under you. The pain you feel should only be the endorphins, know strain on the joints. Keep your back straight and relax. Your body is in a relaxing sauna, but the outside is the deafening waterfall, drowning out all else.
We will stay in this water fall a while through several poses

Our bodies will then pass through this water fall to a cave behind it. In this cave is a fire and you will discover you are an animal, you always have been, in a cave with other wild animals. Tigers Dragons Cranes leapords snakes, elephants horses, gorillas apes and monkeys. All different animals and combinations of them and variations, real and unreal are here and within you. Calmly follow me moving in a circle around the fire in a calm and entranced dance of your own kind. Learn and awaken to your movement. Go Slowly because you may not be used to moving in this way yet. Move slowly so as not to injure your self. Stretch your wings, arch your tiger back, Crouch and spring around the fire in the cave in in this moving meditation. The cave will grow and shrink and twist and turn into a Labrynth. Work on breathing as this creature that you are breaking a sweat, but careful not to hurt yourself.

We will then move to where we were and sit and move into sitting meditation, to recover. Sit in the posture that you see me sitting. Relax, keep you back straight and breathe through your nose. THink of nothing, but don't try. Remain here, your mind staying here realxing, if thoughts come let them pass. If it is necessary to open your eyes to stay here do so. then close them again. Don't worry if your body moves or others around you. Just sit in a deep meditation.
Keep a level heart, level and calm emotions and allow the oxygen to cirulate in your blood stream.

Keep Your conscious spirit and your heart as one.

We will meditate for 20 mintues or so.

Then I will tell you to open your eyes and you will follow me in some meditation excercises.

Bad dream

I dreamt I was in a house of serial killers, or a frat house, we were college students or something of that sort. Almost evryone in the dream was white. And I had killed someone and was trying to hide the body, or was trying to hode the body but I didn't killed them. Somehow the whole body was taken care of except the skull and I was carrying this around. It was night and I was too lazy to destroy the skull by crushing it into powder. But I didn't want to just put it in the garbage cause then someone might see it and find out. If I put it in somebody else's garbage someone might still see it and there would be an investigation. But I was so tired that I didn't bother to destroy it after all and left it in the house to take acare oif later.
Then for some reason I joined Hung Ching, and this entire section of the dream involved mostly Chinese people. I joined because of "Uncle Chucky" or was helping him do something but did not join. Chinatown was hot like the summer and there were many outdoor cafe style sections to restaraunts but not chep looking. The stuff almost looked like a Wuxia movie guess except we were in modern times wearing modern clothes in the city that looked nothing like Boston but it was.

For some reason someone was supposed to set up some kind of drug deal as a test, and it involved a ridiculously small amount of drugs for the amount of people who were in on the deal. THere were like 200 people in the restaraunt and more groups of kids seemingly just from China kept coming in but nobody actually wanted to make the deal. It wasn't even a deal to make money and there was an understanding that they had all moved on from this business already but for somereason they were doing it anyway. The police were also outside but for somereason could not and would not come into the restaraunt. They were just waiting for people to come out to arrest them afterthe deal was made. There was the sense that the police were there and yet there were no uniforms or squad cars to be seen.
It finally the deal was not made but waiting outsidde was one of the guys from work and like a thousand older black guys who looked like somebody's father wearing old man clothes and they all looked exactly the same like the Matrix, and you knew that they were police but they were just standing there looking like they were waiting for the signal to arrest us but just walked around with their hand in their pockets saying "hi how are you doing"
I walked away from the others and a group with the guy from work followed me and searched me. The guy from work said, "It's okay we just have to search you but we won't find anything." Somehow there was a thin layer of poder that they said they took from my skin which was supposed to be drugs or something. Actually I never saw them search me.
Then the guy from work said, "Oh he is part of it! Lock him up! Sned him away for One hundred years!"
Butr then we still just all stood around. Then we walked back to therest f the group.

I woke up and my girlfriend said. "I had a bad dream!"
I dreamt you had a child with another woman and she made you marry her!
Then Some Arab people sold me an expensive handbag and it was bad quality!

Slow

There is something to be said for slowing down, like mein lay jum training.
Not just for Kung Fu but for everything. To slow down and enjoy the moment even if it is putting a paper on the copier machine an dthen closing the top and then pressing the start button... or typing. Slowly. Slowly but smoothy, The smoothness an dfluidity of th emovement making it as though you were moving quickly, SLowing down to roundoff the many stops that one creates in ones motions. SLowing down seems to actually save time and produce less stress. In physical activity and other activity as well.
Slow. Breathe. SLow circulate chi and feel the moment. Take in the experience of life. Even if it is what we would consider crappy part of life. Work. Enjoy it.
Experience the stale office air and fake flourescent lights. I suppose this would all sound much more romantic if one were talking about being in the woods and chopping a tree. But there are crappy things about that I can imagine, as I have never done it, and perhaps the woodsman imagines sitting in our concrete towers away from the Jungle pushing paper and typing into screens.
Or maybe not.
Work and a day off, what is the difference,
Why walk to your destination.
Be at your destination walking, riding the T, or driving your car.
These actions are part of the dream, the success,living the life.

Don't rush it. enjoy it calmly, slowly and smoothly, and at the same time you will get through it more quickly as well I think.

5/4

A drumming.
Thudding and booming
Clicking and clacking
Pittering and pattering.
Grand as Crashing of waves, Thundering of Lightning
Simply rain falling
Falling of light seeds or heavy fruits from trees,
Rocks, stones pebbles, and boulders down hills and mountains.
Thuds and light clicks.
A drum.
A drum alone can convey even complexities and simplicities
Intricacies and grandiosities.

Five lakes four seas.

Yirnian wood.

I travel on the bank f the river of time
Flying on the leaves of branches
Whose sap is the essence of is
Floating into the thick watery skies
Misty and smoky with the answer.

I fly on my toes.
My toes of lightly stepping speed
On the path of the universe
From my seat in meditation.

I observe the beginning without eyes
I feel sight and hear a bright and colorful silence
Expanding and collapsing as a gaseous kaleidoscopic light
It is a sound and a word. A sigh. a Breath.
And I can feel it through tis being as if within myself.
A communication not of receiving but of actions, of being.
Being and doing the action of what is the beginning, the message, by sitting and doing nothing and feeling and observing the beginning.

My gills
My lungs
My blood
my heart
my cells.

Observe and are and hear and speak in thundering Serenity
Booming stillness of meditation.

Book

Followers need a book to follow. A code of words to follow, to remind oneself of why they are living.
The words are the staff, the rod that comforts them, the prayers that calm them and give them the strength of resilience.
I have neglected this book too long.
And the book and words and codes are already in my heart and i have strayed from them.
I haven't been reading the three kingdoms recently either, and I have given parts of the book away, and now, because of this I am lost, without a code to reread.
Lo pau ngoi yi fook Hing dai yi sow jook.
Yi fook Pau serng hau fong. Sow jook toon, Mo hau dook.
This is truth.
Never forget it.

Also, Never forget your main purpose and function.
To bring the Bak Hok to greatness, your own school, not the company or bullshit ideals and schools or clubs of others. and they are bullshit. All of them.
They don't know what they are doing or saying. You take their money to work for them. But in truth, they should not exist. and they do not want your school or company to exist, your lands or family to come about, your freedom or power to manifest itself.

Hing Dai Yi sau jook.

The school is the mother,
The system the father. Protect these.

This world is the mother.
The spirit and knowledge the father.
Protect these also.


And most people, religions, and organizations out there, including yourself, is often harming the mother and the father.
Try to stop this.

The collective mind.
The collective Buddha mind.

Find it.But how can the mind find the find. It cannot even look for it.
It makes no sense.
Don't look or find, realize.
Realize it.

Scapegoats and people

Most people are looking for scapegoats.
They start pogroms on people of a different identifiable group and kill them all,
They pick some one to yell at,
They choose someone to blame and takl behind their back.
People who batter their spouses do this too. They pick on that perhaps because they think they can. They come home and yell at them and beat them everyday and are nice to the world.
I've learned and read so much about men doing this to women. And I have had the urge to hit women, but not by batterring. It was because they were batterring me verbally.
Blaming me for their problems, some which I can help them with, but some which I have no control over and are none of their bsuiness. My Girlfriend does this, and I notice other people at work will do this, especially over the phone.
Some people, choose to speak nicely to me and have a nice relaxing conversation and talk aboyt someone else they don't like and laugh about the stress in their day. Others throw their shit on me.
I can take a certain amount, but of course I get angry.
And when dealing with someone who can only talk but not fight, it really seems useless to continue talking in a street environment. With words, you are equal and you have to waste air yelling as they try to yell over you. The Urge to shut down their verbbal attack is there. But this is illegal and also, some of these people are people you care about.
Why do they think they can do this?
Because nobody has beaten them.
They are predators in their own verbal Jungle. In their world, actual violence is not an option so they focus on verbal and psychological violence.
If these people used actual violence they would be serial killers, rioters, people who start pogroms, etc.
WHy do they do this?
Why does my girlfriend do this?
She knows or thinks I won't hit her. So she knows she can get away with this without consequence. But it does not get her what she wants. It only makes me angry and not want to be around her. Before she was carrying my child, I truly wanted to hit her. In fact it was not so much a question of wanting to. It was a question of constantly holding myself back, A violent internal struggle. I feel the strain on my organs on the ache in my muscles from it. My fist , my body, trying to defend itself from this assault of psychological violence. But I don't allow my body to protect itself and take this instead.
Some men do this, but recently I have had much more of this experience with women. and the men that do it are like women in my mind.
The only way to take this is to revert to a turn the other cheek Jesus like Buddha like method, which is hardly in my nature. or not recently anyway. Or is it?
This is why I took it easy on that punck I sparred with. This is why I took it easy at the boxing place instead of doing my thing. This is why I am not really a fighter. But it is wearing on me. I am being forced by my surroundings to become more assholish, more of a predator that eats prey. How can you think about prey if you are eating it.
But I guess that is not really my situation,
I am prey.
I am prey that can fight but I won't destroy this predators whose teeth cannot pierce my skin but still hurt and are still trying to harm me, and for what? Sustenance?
They are not mosquitoes drinking blood. They are bees stinging and yet they have no hive to defend, or indeed we are a part of the same hive.
The Human mind is indeed sad when it is like this. This leads to nothing but harm.
Harm Harm.
This is not the Buddha mind. They are focusing on illusions evenI cannot see.
There is not even a clear illusion of a goal.
They are drugged on their ignorance.
Insane and deranged on their uncomfortable situation. Instead of trying to get me to do something for them, they yell at me for not doing something which they had not asked for. Or they had nasked for but I hadn't heard them.
Angry over miscommunication? Fix the problem. The world tries to move forqard but they just want to argue about a past mistake or occurrence or situation which is gone.
Gone like that.
And the present can easily be exactly what they want, But the focus on that uncomfortable situation in the past.
Hell.
That is what that is. Hell in the midst of a possible present of Paradise.
focuson hell and why?
So strange.
And I am angered by it. I guess I just need to prectice and breathe this away, this foolishness.
Breathe their illusion out of my eyes. see through it. It is their evil nature to continue to spit it out like venom and fire from a demon serpent. They are stuck in that form because they are burning and posoning themselves on their own poisonus flames. I can do nothing for them. I must simply become immune to the poison.
What foolishness.
This is the world we live in.
And I am only human.
How can I not become angry.
I must beathe it away.