Schlagwort: Master

Kung Fu, Shaolin Künste

Teacher or master of an energy or spirituell art, Part 2

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It is of course no doubt about all arts has to crowth. It means some can add some new because of expirience in his art. Only master are able and should to do so. But many creaters or changer of an art do not have deep knowledge and expiriences. In my opinion and my expirience they do have only little or even no sprirituell and /or energetic expirience. They thinking (and this is the problem) better do like this or leave out that or call it now like anyhow but different. They do not understand that in an energetic or spirituell arts has nothing to do with  intellectual abilities and I mean real nothing.

Yoga dog

After a short walking on a side- path (not the real path) these kind of people asking already how to get the title teacher or master or guru or what ever. And of course many schools or pseudo master are offering it like: „Get your master or teacher degree only in two years“, „Only 100 hours to master the art“ a big cashflow industry, yeah. Special for the provider. The cashflow engine is droping down arts who are already thousands of years old like Yoga, Qi Gong, Taijiquan and is overflowing market with so called teachers or masters. Within decades arts who survived thousands of years because of a good marketing strategy the arts by itself becomes superficial. And…the people realy thinking (because of marketing brainwashed) they doing a real highlevel art. If you are looking deeper into the history so many masters sending away seekers. Why ? … they understood quite fast the seeker is not ready for the highlevel art and they don´t want to waste own time or the time of the seeker.

I would not say anything about the right of somebody to learn a part of an art. It is of course good to perform something what is good for so called fitness or fun. But then the offerer should not use the old terms of the art who are realy good for health, vitality and spirituality. Create new names, new games, new offerings but do not blame or shame thousands of year old arts.

But how to find now the real arts how to seperate good from bad or truth and lie?

Thoughts about will coming soon ….

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seek for a real master …the journey

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White landscape masses of snow trucks and cars who where driving on frozen rivers because no road at all to see when I was looking out of the train window. Chatting here and there smoking cigarettes and exercising to eat nuts with chopsticks to learn it before arriving in China. After few days I become professional in the use of the chopsticks in comparison from my lesson start where more nuts on the floor then in my mouth. The Chinese travelers where looking on me with a smile and where given some comments who I did not understand but I always answered with a thumb up sign and a friendly smiling head banging.

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One day I think it was the 4th or 5th I get invited in a cabin from a Kirghiz to visit his cabin. His wife and him were offering me vodka and between the classes fresh apples and oranges. First time in my life I had to drink this kind of hard alcohol. The nice guy told me he made the vodka by himself talking about Mongolia and he invited me for hunting on horses with bow and arrow. He was explaining me about Mongolia how beautiful is to live under the stars in a tent, go for hunting drinking tea and so on. I was surprised that I could  understand him so well. May be the spirit of the vodka was helping me to understand each other. Somehow I woke up next morning in my cabin with no idea how I came. My head felt quite heavy and everything was foggy and I could not see very well. The other travelers where looking at me like I was somebody from the Mars. When I was moving my head the world around me was starting to turn. Still my clothes on from the day before I was standing up and tried to leave the cabin and was running straight against the cabin door who was half from class. Like I said everything was looking foggy and I did not see well because of the self made vodka. On the to the washing room I was rebounding from left to right from wall to wall. Now I understood very well the sentence: „alcohol can make blind“ After this experience I was avoiding for a long long time vodka and never tried any self made alcohol. The small Kirghiz birthday party took me the hole day of recovering means I lost one day of my life. But now only two days left to enter China where I want to find a  real Kung Fu master.  But in the moment of the hang over I just was searching for get rid of the headache.

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

seeking for a real master…the journey

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After around one hour queue up the service guy give me sign to enter the train restaurant. The smell of tea and coffee was entering the sense organ of my nose. The mouth starts watering because I did not have any food since at least my MC Donald experience in Moscow 24h ago. I took the place the service was showing me and luckily at the window. A yellowish paper with some Cyrillic letters on it get handed to me. A asking for a english menu card  and the service man with a dirty uniform start laughing loud so guests were turning around to look at us. Ok, ok one american coffee I order first then some boiled eggs toast and porridge. A next loud laugher starts from the mouth of the service man. Now understood that he could not even speak english, how funny…

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.So I started to make pantomime and played the role of a coffee bean, a smelling nose and a chicken who lay an egg under the wide open eyes of the other restaurant guests. The pantomime of the service shows me sorry no have…So looked around at the other tables in the restaurant and I see only soup terrine, any kind of chicken pieces so far I can see. One guest came to me who could talk a bit english. He told me that I can have anything I like but only made from chicken. I ask what? Yes anything but it must be made from chicken. Because the service bought luckily hundreds of chicken at the black market or farm and the cook now can prepare what ever I like from it. Even here on the train the effect lack of food we could sense. Actually we were lucky to have such clever service because they went by them self to the black food market or to some farmer to catch and buy what ever they could get. In our case chicken. My first order for breakfast on the transsiberian train then was two chicken legs and a pot russian tea. During my first bite into the chicken leg was thinking: „Ohhh ohhhh seven days all kinds of chicken menus for breakfast, lunch and dinner hopefully no chicken wings will crow on me…“

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for a real master…

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Good, I learned my lesson. Never ever leave the passport alone and money during day and during night keep it at the body. Sounds easy but if wake up sleepy only half awaken and so on. Still I tried to understand what was going on with train with the going in and out of the station. Somehow one told me as good as he can with body language the train has to change the axis of the hole train. I asked what? Yes they had to change because the track are differently here in Sowjetunion. They are smaller so they have to adjust them before able to entering the country. Back at my cabin I realized the snoring of the japanese guy and the deep breathing of others. The cabin was for six passenger and the windows was not to open. Mhhhh the smell of six human in small cabin very special I would say today. The heater sound click, click, click… and the dry air mixed with bad breath and farts a mixture who I never will forget. This was only the first day and night at the train on the way to Moscow and not even on the transsiberian train.

 

Zugräder

 

With this last thought and my cross armed listening to the sound oft the train tsch, tsch, takatunk, tsch,tsch,takatunk and I fell asleep. After few hours I woke up because of action in the cabin. I sit up to fast and bhääämmm knocked my head at sealing. Wonderful wake up action… you don´t need any further procedure. The highest sleeping bed in the cabin was mine only around 80cm between mattress and sealing. Why in hell all this things are happen? where is the flow? It seems to me some thing want to keep me away from my idea to search for a real master. Or are these already the first tests on my way to the goal? Will see and after my breakfast tea the world looks already much more positive. While at horizon the unreal silhouette of Moscow was appearing in the morning fog.

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

How to find a master….Journey to the east…my way to Moscow

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December 1989 > Now I got the ticket in my pocket from Budapest to Moscow from Moscow with the „Transmongolian Train“ to Beijing. Voila in two days leaving Hungary toward to China. The seven days waiting for it was worthwhile because I payed only 200 US for it. With this train ticket I could go now to the embassy of Sowjetunion for a transit visa who need for my traveling with the train via China. The visa took me two day to get but with it in my passport I felt like a winner of a long boring game. My second visa after the Chinese one who got from the embassy in Germany.    During my stay in Budapest I started to realize the big difference between east and west. I remember one german saying at that time: „Im Westen ist es am besten, im Osten stehen die Posten“. Such a big different in the same continent Europe how it will be more far east? Two days later on the train to Moscow looking out of the window to say goodbye to Budapest. A city at that time sad and poor but full of dreams for the coming future with democracy.

Ungarn Zug

 

The skyline of the snow covered houses of Budapest become smaller and smaller. In the same train cabin was a Japanese arround the same age like me. He was already six years on traveling. For me unbelievable at that time. I was repeating it in my mind „six years“ not at home only on the road from country to country. Mhhhh crazy stuff what the Japanese is doing. Not realizing that I´m on the way to do the same. Because this was actually not my plan. This guy was telling me he was traveling from Japan via China till Europe with his motorcycle. He was crossing hole Europe to Spain from their took boat to Marocco this all with his bike a small one with 125 cc. In Greece he ship his 125cc bike back to Japan. No problem the bike has made the hole 6 years he sayed. The only thing he has to change ones in a while chain and tires. Thats why he decided to ship the bike back and he want to cast it in acryl and make a table out of it.