I Woke up with the knowledge that we gone to cross the Chinese border today.
In Ulan Bator the capital of Mongolia we had a stop for around 4h one day before. It was allowed to leave train and I decide to walk around a bit. The temperature on this day minus 25 and I walked fast to warm up a bit. After a while I saw a lot of people who were entering an old house. Curious I was following them to see what is happen there. Inside a queue waiting to get served with hot soup and a peace of dark bred. They did not have to pay for it, I mean the food was for free and how the people were looking like their would not have money at all. It was kind of public canteen for free food. After all the days this chicken meals I decide to line up to have taste from what the people were eaten. Of course most all were looking at me with my modern western clothes and were pointing during whispering to each other. I took my soup and the wet dark bread sit down and start to eat. For me was the taste quite ok after all the chicken stuff for 7 days on the train. The fatty soup was warming me quite fast. I went back to the waiting train happy for the change of food I had. All the time I tried to have a deep breath to fill my lungs with fresh air before I was entering the train again. The malodor inside the train was unbelievable because we could still not any window. Outside even with this cold climax was a paradise for the lung.
After breakfast I was looking all time out of the window. Nothing special to see since days hahaha only white until the horizon. Somehow I hope something will change when we coming closer to the Chinese border. Of course not. The train was slowing down its speed and then it was stopping at Zamin Uud a small border town. I could see now Chines soldier because we were at boarder to China now. After pass control and the change of the restaurant waggon the train starts its journey again around two hours later.
China here I´m ! Now my really seek for a master can start. But of course first I went to the new restaurant waggon. What I saw and smelled was keeping my mouth wide open.
Laying in cabin on my bed with folded arms and was thinking about the motivation why I started the journey to the east. Thinking I mastered already the martial art Ju Jutsu was the youngest man with third Dan master degree at that time in Germany. Competing around 150 times and was loosing only four or five time. Something was missing something was not complete this was my internal feeling.
„Frozen Balkai Sea view from the train window“
I read about the masters in past from Asia who had so much different skills beside the fighting aspect. At the TV was running series Kung Fu with David Carradine. Grashopper and the conversation with his blind master very inspiring. In that series I was hearing first time about the Shaolin and their high level Kung Fu and their history. Actually the hole 70´s until mid 80´s was full of Kung Fu movies and books and also not to forget to name Bruce Lee who was opening the eyes for the westerner about the Chinese culture. My teenager time and my twenties full of influence of Kung Fu even some music hits like „Everybody is Kung Fu fighting“ from Carl Douglas were entering the music charts. Before Kung Fu only Judo, Karate or Aikido was known in Europe. These are all Japanese styles now the time of the Chinese style had come. The arts of the Samurais and Ninjas was now exchanged to Konfutse and Laotse or for the warrior monks of Shaolin. Years I was storing the money for the journey to the east to China. Now only two and half days left to enter the mysterious China. At that time still under the regency of hard communist leaders. With this thoughts and the typical sound of the train I was falling to sleep. Only two and a half days forward and I will be in the country were want to find my real master. I felt a bit sorrow for the travelers in my cabin because they just want enter China as tourist and to make photo shoots.
Practice, practice practice….is the important phrase in meditation. To understand deeply the meaning of it its necessary to follow the advice. Of course different people start to practice meditation because of different aims. The aims can be following:
- learn to relax
- understand yourself better
- learn to control your mind / emotions
- as a stress resolver
Just to name only few. There is almost in every culture a kind of meditation practice in very big variation of depth and or needs of the difference of humans. But I can say in around 30 years of my meditation journey in comparison there are mainly three levels of in almost all mediation practice.
- the relax level
- self understanding level
- be one with God, Goddess, Buddha, Allah, Manitu, Cosmos or the one and so on
So many humans with so many different needs thats why are so many several meditation arts existing. The motivation to bring individual needs into action can be quite varied. A friend was telling you about, you read a book or journal where mediation gets explained for what it is good for. If you start to search for a meditation seminar to learn it or looking for schools or master to practice it then you can actually say the friend or the book / journal is/ was your first spirituell guide. The friend or the book or journal writer was opening a new way to live or act the world and or looking behind the mind limitation. Opening ones spirituell path is a like to create a good karma for yourself. Bring humans to a deeper understanding by experience not by thinking only is quite a high level good action. My first spirituell guide was Herman Hesse with the book „Siddhartha“. Once in while I take it this 30 year old book who is yellowish by age already with coffee and food spots on it smelling like historical looking at it and saying by heart thank you.
Do you remember when and or because of what your spirituell interests or journey was starting ? Would be interesting to read or hear your comments about…..
Soon some practical tips will written by me, so stay tuned …..