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I use my hands as well. But as much as I use my hands... I use my eyes. Open or closed, I use my eyes to move Qi. Anyone else?

Master Lee Po Nang (30th gen) discusses Qiu Chuji and the origin and branches of Dragon Gate in this short interview with a student.

This description of Qi resonates. I'm going to be picking up the book he recommends by Dr Beckam The Body Electric.

This formresonates with me. I'm particularly curious what they cut out around 7:09, when he enters the phase of the form they translate as "inner alchemy". Wonder what he wasn't willing to share there...

When I die, give what's left of me away to children and old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, cry for your brother walking the street beside you. And when you need me, put your arms around anyone and give them what you need to give me. I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds. Look for me in the people I've known or loved, and if you cannot give me away, at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind. You can love me best my letting hands touch hands, and by letting go of children that need to be free. Love doesn't die, people do. So, when all that's left of me is love, give me away. Merritt Malloy

Helen: It sounds like a boy Garry's age needs a man around the house. Tod: Well, it depends on the man. I had a man around. He used to wake me up every morning by flicking lit cigarettes at my head. He'd say, "Hey, asshole, get up and make me breakfast." You know, Mrs. Buckman, you need a license to buy a dog, or drive a car. Hell, you need a license to catch a fish! But they'll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father. From the 80's film: Parenthood

Druggie!

Good Sir, can you tell us... in your own words, how you feel about this? well... I'm not sure to be honest. I keep using the same words most everyone else does... but I'll try. eek fleel bumbass dillyum floobucker

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life is the only drug... and I'm deep into it my friend. she'll tried to pry me out on January 12-14th but I'm dug in deep and not ready to relinquish one... iota.

yet no forcing and no effort

like and don't like? which is true, which hides truth and which reveals?

do without forcing allow space for that which has already aligned in phenomena do not constrict that which abides in noumena do without forcing

never had any desire to try that particular substance... though I've meandered and set up camp with several others. some things just do not resonate.

to every season... turn, turn. to every rule... an exception.

With no desire to convince you of anything, right or wrong... I share with you that my mum and dad raised me in this tradition in the subzero temperatures of Minnesota as an infant and all through my childhood and I am a hearty and healthy 49. Thriving with my own son who knows and continues to thrive with this same tradition.

An old man, shouts truths from a corner on a busy street. Who will pay for such? One who whispers truth to a friend, giggling and free at heart, away under a tree in the park... looks up to see a small crowd gathered, straining to hear the secret being shared such... Who pays what for what? where is value? where is usefulness? who determines what is what?

Alchemical Walrus... Coo Coo CaChoo! Welcome to the Bums mate. The Hermetics and Daoists still sing songs of deep resilience, abiding vitality and great challenge. I dearly appreciate them all.

Well said mate! Your authentic sharing is as welcome to me right now as a breeze on a muggy afternoon! I'm grateful for this. Who can determine to you, what has value? Are there a string of words that I, or anyone, or any book, could deliver to you to alter your sense of this sutra's value? I can not consider your reaction to these words wrong, or misguided in any way. You are absolutely correct in your assessment. I can't imagine desiring to find a collection of words that would sway the unswayable truth of your sense of it. Though it seems you desire the words to reflect for you in a manner other than they currently do... or you seem to desire that this sutra not be exalted the way it is, by others who find immense value in it? who determines the value and usefulness of a thing? Maybe allow the words, ineffective and obtruse as they are... to just settle for now. Be as they are. If something is not useful, why carry it along on your journey? Release it and let it be as it is. No need to struggle with an unnecessary burden... Perhaps, if still drawn... revisit it in a few cycles of the seasons and see how they resonate then? I have experienced considerable angst over many of the old writings. Sometimes the very wrongness of it, was what the teaching was... for in the experience of the wrongness... truth was revealed through the experience of what truth was not. Perhaps that which this sutra speaks to, is not a place of usefulness and value to you now... is this improper? Is it improper that this sutra is of immense value to me and many others? In all the many resonances of phenomena and noumena... who determines what is valuable, useful, right and wrong? Thanks again for nudging me into these ponderings... such questions are an unimaginable joy to me.

I find the word usefulness may be substituted for the word value and vice versa in my previous statement... to interesting effect.

what has value? what is valuable... what is value? A cup with no hollow may have great value (made of gold, or gifted by a loved one to express connection and love), but having no hollow, it would be of little use... being useless, would this diminish its value? who determines what value exists? who determines when value is extinguished? who is the arbiter of how much and for how long value exists? is value universal? is what has value for you now, what you valued when you were an infant? a toddler? a student? a parent/teacher? what is value?

hmm... no interest in swaying, teaching, cajoling or changing you, or you mind. though your sharing has prompted my offer of these words from my experience, heart and mind: finger points to moon finger is not moon yet finger and moon, unseparate