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Ooo I do like Lu Dao poems. If you have more in Chinese you care to translate that would be doing us English spell\il/literates a service..... Here's one I've injoyed before;

Oh my my my... Thanks for the link.

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Interesting. I sleep east. Semi-related; the emerald tablets outline the practice of laying ones head north holding awareness from solar plexus to head for one hour and laying south holding awareness from solar plexus to feet for one hour to cultivate 'balance'. But seeing as our planet is off its axis this may be moot. Expensive time wisze yet I might give it a whirl, throwing in head east holding awareness in the whole body and head west holding no bodily awareness +

Hmmmmmmmm I just read this which seems to hit the principal in my understanding; "Musashi also wrote well of one of the most mystical elements in existence: the concept of the void. To achieve the void awareness is to be in the ultimate state of no-mind gnosis. * A state in which it seems nothing exists, when in fact you are only seeing the most refined aspects of all living things, and therefore do not recognize them as existent. * In this state of "empty mind," not only can powerful magic be cast, but also the most excellent martial skill can be exhibited" P.S various chapter 5 verses/commentaries and Musashis book of the void.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, and treat the myriad creatures as straw dogs; the sage is ruthless, and treats (himself &) the people as straw dogs." ? *pondering chin pose*

Indeed it does.... Yeah, the picture is not related per-se. It is a 'meditative' symbol of The Sidhe. Although it has another use, in this context I posted it as I seemed to seer it depicting a Zhong Mai 'typhoon' in pictograph form. "A picture is worth a thousand words." The text is the Journey to the west, and after reading Liu-I-Mings brief "How to Read the Hsi-yu chi (The Journey to the West)" a few gems jumped out whilst re-reading it Anywho, I have found your description of the three lights and the next layer very helpful in clarifying my own experiences.

"Do not try and bend the taiji-spoon, that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth...there is no taiji-spoon. Then you will see it is not the taiji-spoon that bends, it is only yourself." 卐.卍

Despite your proclaimed lack of English skills, thou art a Wiszard with words, Mastress Awaken. Great post. I feel like posting this. * Journey to the West Chapter 2 He Becomes Aware of the Wonderful Truth of Enlightenment By Killing the Demon He Realizes His Spirit−Nature The story goes on to tell how after being given a name the Handsome Monkey King jumped for joy and bowed to Subhuti to express his thanks. The Patriarch then ordered the others to take Sun Wukong out through the double doors and teach him how to sprinkle and sweep the floor, answer orders, and deport himself properly. All the Immortals went out in obedience to this command. When Sun Wukong was outside the doors he bowed to all his spiritual elder brothers and laid out his bed on the verandah. The next morning and every following day he studied language and deportment under his spiritual elder brothers, expounded the scriptures, discussed the Way, practiced calligraphy, and burnt incense. When he had any spare time he would sweep the grounds, dig the vegetable patch, grow flowers, tend trees, look for kindling, light the fire, carry water, and fetch soy. Everything he needed was provided. Thus six or seven years slipped by in the cave without his noticing them. One day the Patriarch took his seat on the dais, called all the Immortals together, and began to explain the Great Way. Heavenly flowers fell in profusion, While golden lotuses burst forth from the earth. Brilliantly he expounded the doctrine of the Three Vehicles, Setting forth ten thousand Dharmas in all their details. As he slowly waved his whisk, jewels fell from his mouth, Echoing like thunder and shaking the Nine Heavens. Now preaching the Way, Now teaching meditation, He showed that the Three Beliefs are basically the same. In explaining a single word he brought one back to the truth, And taught the secrets of avoiding birth and understanding one's nature. As Monkey sat at the side listening to the exposition he was so delighted that he tugged at his ear, scratched his cheek and smiled. He could not help waving his hands and stamping. When the Patriarch noticed this he said to Monkey, "Why are you leaping around like a madman in class instead of listening to the lesson?" "Your disciple is listening to the exposition with all his attention," Monkey replied, "but your marvellous words made me so happy that I started jumping around without realizing what I was doing. Please forgive me." To this the Patriarch replied, "If you really understand my marvellous words, then answer this question. How long have you been in my cave?" "You disciple was born stupid," Monkey replied, "so I've no idea how long I've been here. All I know is that whenever the fire in the stove goes out I go to the other side of the mountain to collect firewood and there I see a hill covered with fine peach trees. I've had seven good feeds of peaches there." "That hill is called Tender Peach Hill. If you have eaten there seven times you must have been here seven years. What sort of Way do you want to learn from me?" "That depends what you teach me, master. As long as there's a whiff of Way to it, your disciple will learn it." "There are three hundred and sixty side−entrances to the Way, and they all lead to a True Result," the Patriarch said. "Which branch would you like to study?" "I will do whatever you think best, master," replied Monkey. "What about teaching you the Way of Magic Arts?" "What does 'the Way of Magic Arts' mean?" "Magic arts," the Patriarch replied, "include summoning Immortals, using the magic sandboard, and divining by milfoil. With them one can learn how to bring on good fortune and avert disaster." "Can you become immortal this way?" asked Monkey. "No, certainly not," replied the Patriarch. "No. Shan't learn it." "Shall I teach you the Way of Sects?" the Patriarch asked. "What are the principles of the Sects?" said Monkey. "Within the branch of Sects, there is Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, the study of the Negative and Positive, Mohism, medicine, reading scriptures and chanting the name of a Buddha. You can also summon Immortals and Sages with this branch." "Can you attain immortality that way?" asked Monkey. "To try and attain immortality that way," the Patriarch replied, "is like 'putting a pillar in the wall.'" "Master," Monkey said, "I'm a simple chap and I can't understand your technical jargon. What do you mean by 'putting a pillar in the wall?'" "When a man builds a house and wants to make it strong he puts a pillar in the wall. But when the day comes for his mansion to collapse the pillar is bound to rot." "From what you say," Monkey observed, "it's not eternal. No. Shan't learn it." "Shall I teach you the Way of Silence?" the Patriarch then asked. "What True Result can be got from Silence?" said Monkey. "It involves abstaining from grain, preserving one's essence, silence, inaction, meditation, abstaining from speech, eating vegetarian food, performing certain exercises when asleep or standing up, going into trances, and being walled up in total isolation." "Is this a way of becoming immortal?" Monkey asked. "It's like building the top of a kiln with sun−dried bricks," the patriarch replied. "You do go on, master," said Sun Wukong. "I've already told you that I can't understand your technical jargon. What does 'building the top of a kiln with sun−dried bricks' mean?" "If you build the top of a kiln with sun−dried bricks they may make it look all right, but if they have not been hardened with fire and water, then they will crumble away in the first heavy rainstorm." "There's nothing eternal about that either, then," replied Monkey. "No. Shan't learn that." "Shall I teach you the Way of Action then?" the Patriarch asked. "What's that like?" Monkey asked. "It involves acting and doing, extracting the Negative and building up the Positive, drawing the bow and loading the crossbow, rubbing the navel to make the subtle humors flow, refining elixirs according to formulae, lighting fires under cauldrons, consuming 'Red lead,' purifying 'Autumn Stone,' and drinking women's milk." "Can doing things like that make me live for ever?" Monkey asked. "To try and attain immortality that way is like 'lifting the moon out of water.'" "What does 'lifting the moon out of water' mean?" "The moon is in the sky," the Patriarch replied, "and only its reflection is in the water. Although you can see it there, you will try in vain to lift it out." "No. Shan't learn that," Monkey exclaimed. When the Patriarch heard this he gasped and climbed down from his dais. Pointing at Sun Wukong with his cane he said, "You won't study this and you won't study that, so what do you want, you monkey?" *** He went up to Monkey and hit him three times on the head, then went inside with his hands behind his back and shut the main door, abandoning them all. *** The class was shocked, and they all blamed Sun Wukong. "You cheeky ape, you've no idea how to behave. The master was teaching you the Way, so why did you have to argue with him instead of learning from him? Now you've offended him we don't know when he'll come out again." They were all very angry with him and regarded him with loathing and contempt. But Sun Wukong was not bothered in the least, and his face was covered with smiles. The Monkey King had understood the riddle, and had the answer hidden away in his mind. So he did not argue with the others but bore it all without a word. When the Patriarch hit him three times he had been telling him......... The moon was bright and clear and cold, The vast space of the eight points was free from dust. Deep in the trees a bird slept hidden, While the water flowed from the spring. Fireflies scattered their lights And a line of geese was stretched across the clouds. It was exactly the third watch, The right time to ask about the Way.

We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky, filthy little hobbites.

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So sorry to bump it........but.................what the fuck........did I just watch................catchy tune.......50bucks there's subliminals in it.

After contemplating this quote from the "Lower Dan Tien Question" thread... "The three energy centers is the 作用區 Effect area of 玄關 Entrance There is only one 玄關一竅 Entrance know nothing 因為玄關一竅是第三眼接收中脈與天地之交流的出入口 Because the entrance is the third eye to accept the entrance in the vein and the exchange of heaven and earth It's a hole. Look like a hole. A hole in the dark. But after the 中脈 Midrib is opened completely, the hole will fill of light." * ...I was suddenly reminded of lore my races immortal teacher had shared with one before. I ponder, did vve De Danann spawn and I-rishis grok the lead to gold score? ...Probsz. * "Now the Dagda had a son. He was called Angus the Mac Oc, which means the young son. He had that name for he was conceived and born in one night. But how that came to be is another story... His mother was a woman of the Sidhe... and the Mac Oc had powers to see the future..." * ....The day had been wet and wild, and the woods looked dim and drenched from the window where Con sat. All the day long his ever restless feet were running to the door in a vain hope of sunshine. His sister, Norah, to quiet him had told him over and over again the tales which delighted him, the delight of hearing which was second only to the delight of living them over himself, when as Cuculain he kept the ford which led to Ulla, his sole hero heart matching the hosts of Meave; or as Fergus he wielded the sword of light the Druids made and gave to the champion, which in its sweep shore away the crests of the mountains; or as Brian, the ill-fated child of Turann, he went with his brothers in the ocean-sweeping boat farther than ever Columbus traveled, winning one by one in dire conflict with kings and enchanters the treasures which would appease the implacable heart of Lu. He had just died in a corner of the room from his many wounds when Norah came in declaring that all these famous heroes must go to bed. He protested in vain, but indeed he was sleepy, and before he had been carried half-way to the room the little soft face drooped with half-closed eyes, while he drowsily rubbed his nose upon her shoulder in an effort to keep awake. For a while she flitted about him, looking, with her dark, shadowy hair flickering in the dim, silver light like one of the beautiful heroines of Gaelic romance, or one of the twilight, race of the Sidhe. Before going she sat by his bed and sang to him some verses of a song, set to an old Celtic air whose low intonations were full of a half-soundless mystery: Over the hill-tops the gay lights are peeping; Down in the vale where the dim fleeces stray Ceases the smoke from the hamlet upcreeping: Come, thou, my shepherd, and lead me away. "Who's the shepherd?" said the boy, suddenly sitting up. "Hush, alannah, I will tell you another time." She continued still more softly: Lord of the Wand, draw forth from the darkness, Warp of the silver, and woof of the gold: Leave the poor shade there bereft in its starkness: Wrapped in the fleece we will enter the Fold. There from the many-orbed heart where the Mother Breathes forth the love on her darlings who roam, We will send dreams to their land of another Land of the Shining, their birthplace and home. He would have asked a hundred questions, but she bent over him, enveloping him with a sudden nightfall of hair, to give him his good-night kiss, and departed. Immediately the boy sat up again; all his sleepiness gone. The pure, gay, delicate spirit of childhood was darting at ideas dimly perceived in the delicious moonlight of romance which silvered his brain, where may airy and beautiful figures were moving: The Fianna with floating locks chasing the flying deer; shapes more solemn, vast, and misty, guarding the avenues to unspeakable secrets; but he steadily pursued his idea. "I guess he's one of the people who take you away to faeryland. Wonder if he'd come to me? Think it's easy going away," with an intuitive perception of the frailty of the link binding childhood to earth in its dreams. (As a man Con will strive with passionate intensity to regain that free, gay motion in the upper airs.) "Think I'll try if he'll come," and he sang, with as near an approach as he could make to the glimmering cadences of his sister's voice: Come, thou, my shepherd, and lead me away. He then lay back quite still and waited. He could not say whether hours or minutes had passed, or whether he had slept or not, until he was aware of a tall golden-bearded man standing by his bed. Wonderfully light was this figure, as if the sunlight ran through his limbs; a spiritual beauty was on the face, and those strange eyes of bronze and gold with their subtle intense gaze made Con aware for the first time of the difference between inner and out in himself. "Come, Con, come away!" the child seemed to hear uttered silently. "You're the Shepherd!" said Con, "I'll go." Then suddenly, "I won't come back and be old when they're all dead?" a vivid remembrance of Ossian's fate flashing upon him. A most beautiful laughter, which again to Con seemed half soundless, came in reply. His fears vanished; the golden-bearded man stretched a hand over him for a moment, and he found himself out in the night, now clear and starlit. Together they moved on as if borne by the wind, past many woods and silver-gleaming lakes, and mountains which shone like a range of opals below the purple skies. The Shepherd stood still for a moment by one of these hills, and there flew out, riverlike, a melody mingled with a tinkling as of innumerable elfin hammers, and there, was a sound of many gay voices where an unseen people were holding festival, or enraptured hosts who were let loose for the awakening, the new day which was to dawn, for the delighted child felt that faeryland was come over again with its heroes and battles. "Our brothers rejoice," said the Shepherd to Con. "Who are they?" asked the boy. "They are the thoughts of our Father." "May we go in?" Con asked, for he was fascinated by the melody, mystery, and flashing lights. "Not now. We are going to my home where I lived in the days past when there came to me many kings and queens of ancient Eire, many heroes and beautiful women, who longed for the Druid wisdom we taught." "And did you fight like Finn, and carry spears as tall as trees, and chase the deer through the Woods, and have feastings and singing?" "No, we, the Dananns, did none of those things--but those who were weary of battle, and to whom feast and song brought no pleasure, came to us and passed hence to a more wonderful land, a more immortal land than this." As he spoke he paused before a great mound, grown over with trees, and around it silver clear in the moonlight were immense stones piled, the remains of an original circle, and there was a dark, low, narrow entrance leading within. He took Con by the hand, and in an instant they were standing in a lofty, cross-shaped cave, built roughly of huge stones. "This was my palace. In days past many a one plucked here the purple flower of magic and the fruit of the tree of life." "It is very dark," said the child disconsolately. He had expected something different. "Nay, but look: you will see it is the palace of a god." And even as he spoke a light began to glow and to pervade the cave and to obliterate the stone walls and the antique hieroglyphs engraved thereon, and to melt the earthen floor into itself like a fiery sun suddenly uprisen within the world, and there was everywhere a wandering ecstasy of sound: light and sound were one; light had a voice, and the music hung glittering in the air. "Look, how the sun is dawning for us, ever dawning; in the earth, in our hearts, with ever youthful and triumphant voices. Your sun is but a smoky shadow, ours the ruddy and eternal glow; yours is far way, ours is heart and hearth and home; yours is a light without, ours a fire within, in rock, in river, in plain, everywhere living, everywhere dawning, whence also it cometh that the mountains emit their wondrous rays." As he spoke he seemed to breathe the brilliance of that mystical sunlight and to dilate and tower, so that the child looked up to a giant pillar of light, having in his heart a sun of ruddy gold which shed its blinding rays about him, and over his head there was a waving of fiery plumage and on his face an ecstasy of beauty and immortal youth. "I am Angus," Con heard; "men call me the Young. I am the sunlight in the heart, the moonlight in the mind; I am the light at the end of every dream, the voice for ever calling to come away; I am the desire beyond you or tears. Come with me, come with me, I will make you immortal; for my palace opens into the Gardens of the Sun, and there are the fire-fountains which quench the heart's desire in rapture." And in the child's dream he was in a palace high as the stars, with dazzling pillars jeweled like the dawn, and all fashioned out of living and trembling opal. And upon their thrones sat the Danann gods with their sceptres and diadems of rainbow light, and upon their faces infinite wisdom and imperishable youth. In the turmoil and growing chaos of his dream he heard a voice crying out, "You remember, Con, Con, Conaire Mor, you remember!" and in an instant he was torn from himself and had grown vaster, and was with the Immortals, seated upon their thrones, they looking upon him as a brother, and he was flying away with them into the heart of the gold when he awoke, the spirit of childhood dazzled with the vision which is too lofty for princes. (The end) George William Russell's essay: Dream Of Angus Oge, 1897 * The Three Cauldrons of The Dagda 1. 2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXqOLebOmyg * Cheerio.

Indeed. I like how the three treasuries link back to the poem - a dark cross-shaped cavern, a burst of sunlight, and a heavenly palace of 'living, trembling opal'. Russell was a seer. My main doing meditation is the Chanwuyi standing mediation, alternating soft-observaperception between the Ld&Ud and I use use this three cauldrons method occasionally as it complements it quite well, give the Dagdas three wheels a spin! I am not sure, although I have experienced it myself, in a 'lead poisoning' sense, a leakage of the dantiens bioelectricity throughout my system, jacking up an unpurified minds impulses, "if ya gonna Ming without Xing, you're gonna 'ave a bad time." Such vitality, much loss... Lol.

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Hold ya 'orseys!!! lemme get home to a pc and copy&paste the gold nuggets of wisdom /from both parties/ for my cheat sheets first, lol. *susssunniesninjafaceemoticon*

I simply google translated this but I believe your meaning is quite clear. Full-moon, brilliant. Thank-you for posting, Awaken. * P.S - I am also reminded of Chang Po-tuans "Secret of Opening the Passes." pg124 'Vitality, Energy, Spirit. T.Cleary.'

I totally agree with you Wayfarer.... "What the "alchemists" are describing is something that occurs naturally but they are making it damn complicated." * But ummmm let us not forget that according to popular opinion... "During his lifetime Lao Tzu worked in the capital as an archivist in the Imperial Library of the Zhou Dynasty court." Hehehe.

JAFFA! KREE!!!!! lmao.

I recommend "Robert Bruce - Energy Work" as a baseline - once you get the tactile sensing of your energy body down, rather than wishful visual 'visualiszation', thou shalt grok what all these alchemical treatises are pointing to. I believe the subtlety was lost in translation, such as De translated as virtue and viewed in it's modern sense - rather than potency, eh eh eh... Dr. Johnsons mentioned Neidan 'encyclopaedia' is very much worth the price, Damo Mitchell's works are very accessible and Dr. Yang Jwing-Ming Qigong Meditation: Embryonic Breathing is a revelation. I also recommend 'The Shaolin ChanWuYi: A Chinese Chan Buddhism by Agnes S Chan.' , especially for the conversation on cool Qi vs. warm Qi, and the standing meditation, works a charm. -Sh'annon.

* Wyrd I have been working on transmuting gunk energy and extracting feeder cords from my solar plexus the past several days and today whilst walking I spontaneously started to intently whisssper da runes FA and SOL for an hour. Cool. "Indovert, Chinovert; vvhatever." P.S that story of the raven is something special! Their timely mocking cries have long convinced me they read my thoughts and help jog my memory.

"as joking with my buddy that I feel like an alligator or a T-Rex when that tail feeling comes about..." *shapeshifts into medieval mode* " Oiii 'es a lizardwizard!! Burn 'im with the witches and the healers!! No odonic force cultivation allow'd!! That southrn poopes and 'is boys sais only the devil 'as that sweet,sweet qigongic magic juice flowing through 'im like moonlight through the ghost dance. " * I fell on my tailbone as a teen - it somewhat seemed to 'unleash' a slow steady stream of Qi up my spine over the next few years as opposed to the sudden rush 'kundalini' guys experience. Of course at the time I did not understand until I read a lecture by... Steiner? I forgot, (I'll edit the blurb in if I find it) where they discussed the two and the difference, and I realised hey that is what happened to me. Anywho, back on topic - I get a coolish sensation there all the time, time to play with my tail I guess, (kinda) makes up for the vitalityintoenergyintospiriters missing out playing with the front one ayyy lmao!!