Jim D.

In my opinion, the human organism is like a battery just waiting to be used. In the field of experimental psychology it is called "Action Potential of the Neuron." A battery is restored from the generator. The "action potential" of a neuron is restored to homeostasis through the balanced amount of ions inside and outside of the neuron. When there is a depletion of electrolytes there are physiological ramification even up to the risk of death. Chi is a "bioelectric" phenomenon, or also know by a differenct name depending what culture we are living in. Now, read the above post made by Apech and ask yourself this question: Would I want to hear from a physician that in order to save your life we need to restore your chi, or ineed to infuse electrolytes into your body intraveniously. Oh! And by the way, it is your wife, mother, or child we are talking about here.

You didn't mention that you can sing Karl. Sweet! You seem to be a lot better at playing guitar than I thought. I have had the experience of the piano sound you talk about, but with a 12 string.

It was just an observation my friend. I took the liberty to try and raise their awareness and what it means to be a true Daoist. I am just asking them to walk the talk, not talk the walk. If they are open to themselves, it will be a teachable moment and they may experience some growth out of all this. I agree with you MH. You need never apologize for your existence.

I have sharing my experience. strenght, and hope all over the Dao Bum site. Some have found it, and some have for the most part ignored it. So "the we" in your last post is minus a few. Doaist believe knowledge is power and it can come anywhere, even from me. The knowledge I share is fact based and delivered humorously or as a matter of fact. So, my conclusion is that the "we" Janko is referring to are a minority within the majority that post here or otherwise. I have a true appreciation for the seniors who post. Their wisdom is obviously not borrowed.

When I first started contributing to the Dao Bums, my intent was to be contraversial. To get noticed. And it worked. I challenged the thought and what appeared to be a lack of scientific evidenced. It just appeared as though that some people wanted to feel special, and just wanted to talk...chat if you will. I even saw a little bit of "one upmanship"...like guys do...mostly young men coming up. MH and Karl are the only praticipants that don't believe in magic. I truly appreciate their contribution and objectivity. I have remained open minded, and have listened and even tried some of what has been suggested. I am glad that we are turning away from "I need to prove that something exists" when it is nothing more than a "biochemical" phenomenon. The other conclusion I have made is that those that purport to be Daoist are in name only. There has to be a thought process that is practiced on a daily basis and manifested in behavior. I have yet to see an amends made to MH for their behaviors towards him. This shows a lack of humility and integrity on the part of the offendent(s). And therefore what they have to contribute to any thread is not believeable.

Ah! Now I Know what you are talking about MH. I use to watch "He Haw" with my dad. His folks were from Iowa/Missouri. I would look forward to visiting my grandmother because everything was slow, and the bed I slept in was soft, supportive, and the sheets were white and clean. I think I remembered lace curtains. She had a water pump in her kitchen. The kind with a handle that you would push down and up to get the water to come out. Everybody was laid back. Talk slow. They seemed untarnished. Not like city folk like me. It was the first time I saw an eggs inside without it being broken. Got to see a little chicken inside. The most disturbing sight I saw was the chickens being bled, and battered by a machine. It took off its feathers. :-( I remember feeding the chickens down a ways from my grandma's house. Still remember the smell. I would catch grasshoppers and throw them in the coop. The chickens would race after the grasshoppers. I got tired of being on the outside, so I flipped the fence and got in with them. They scattered, and the owner came out and yelled at me. It got back to grandma, and she got mad at me. I got told and pack of chiggers from sitting in the weeds. Also remembered my first Bible study down a way in this girl house. I had a hankering for her. So, she invited me in to meet her parents. It must have been Sunday, So we prayed together. My grandma also heard about that and told me to stay away from those people. I got back home. Everybody looked so different, and talked different. So, did I. I had a twang. They didn't. It didn't take too long before the neighborhood crept in again, and I became vigilant and anxious. I think the kid in Deiverance who played the Banjo used a hammer claw technique. I like the sound a Banjo makes.

I tried my Boading Balls thanks to the influence of this thread. It seems more like juggling. I started to get the hang of it. Nothing happened accept that my tendons started to get tired. Would like to call my Chi up through this method. Whatched a Chi Gong demonstration on Youtube. It looked like my warm up routine form Tai Chi.

Wait, I thought everyone relapsed from time to time, even those in Switzerland. See you at the next tree. We can both piss on it and then climb.

Be Still and know...

The U.S. should have used your guy to bring down Ben Laudin. We could have used him to get our P.O.W.'s out of Hanoi Hilton.

How old are you "Old Chi?" I have vacationed in Miami a few times, and been down to the tip of the Keys. The swamps in between were smelly.

Please example. It sounds framented and a little disjointed.

I have made mistakes in using a pick. It is usually in muting a string I could not hold down hard enough. Or missing the string I wanted to pick. This usually happens when I am trying to show off and make a special sound or technique happen that I am not sure of yet. I don't know what claw hammer banjo is?

As I have said on other post, Chi is a neurological phenomena...an exchange of Calcium and Potassium ions. In redirecting a man, he first needs to be in motion. It could be a little movement or a big movement. Once your opponent is in motion you use his momentum against him e.g. Ikido, Tai Chi, Judo. To the inexperienced eye, it looks like something extraordinary. If we mean by Chi, energy. If we use this energy and redirect it, and we also mean the neruo pathways involved in pushing or redirecting someone, than there is really nothing special about what we are capable of doing if we use body mechanics, structure, and a little energy. For instance, I put a child on a tire swing. I use muscle to get the swing going in one direction in a circle. As I keep the swing circling, it takes less and less force to keep it going. There is no such thing as Chi that can stop a train, a bus, a person running at you. There is only redirecting yourself to get out of the way and letting it pass by. I can bring a person running at me down with an arm bar. I can bring a person down from a standing position, but I must move and put that person in motion.

Ohhhhhhh! Jim! Now that's what I'm Talkin bout. John Sebastian has a real neat description for those of us that use a pick. He calls us flat pickers.

The above is what compromised L3,4, and 5. I gave up Arnis Small jutitsu, got depressed, and then found Iaido. Now I am happy. The origin of my sense of manliness is to be able to protect me and mine.

I imaging Karl playing his guitar sittin right next to him up against the couch. I have a tuner I use for my guitar. Guess what, it is in tune all the time now I especially like the "Lovin Spoonful." Learned "You didn't have to be so nice." I like that little rift Sallie plays.

Just an old fashion love song, comin down in three part harmony.

I started out with my first guitar purchased by my Father. He followed later trying to play "country western picking music." His guitar was a hollow body steel string instraument. His fingers were big. He did not like using the picks he wear on your fingers. So, he gave that up, and went on to Classical guitar. I wish I could have encouraged him more. He played to softly, as if timid. He would grab his guitar and foot rest, sheet music and practice. I tried to play with him a bit, but our guitars where out of tune with each other. I tuned by ear :-( He tuned up with his teacher. He stopped playing when his prostate cancer got to bad. I remember making an amends to him by playing "Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying." Dad was given liquid Morphine at the time I sang that song to him. His response, "That was beautifull, beautifull, beautifull. Dad was pretty stoned, so I don't really know how beautifull it was. My sister seemed uninterested. She was busy making sure he was covered and comfortable in his Hospice bed. There had always been sibling rivalry between us. We never grew out of it. :-)

Ponder its meaning. Ask how is it that you relate. Take all that you know of studying Daoism, Tai Chi, Chi Gong, Wu Wei, NiGong and write a narrative. Reading someone else's disclosure is their subjective experience. You are your own expert.

Finally, someone came up with a technique to feel Chi. I like this very much.

Be still and know that I am one.

You Standing next to my love And she vanishes What would it be like What would eyes see A wisp of a breeze The leaf disappears So unique in itself Where can it be Retiring at night After night prayer So awful to pass her bed Silence deafening, thoughts racing Where do I go from here Moments count, never taken for granted Fill my eyes with your sweet presence Touch me while it is today Deepen the etching within me...of you

Chi, or that tingling sensation can be felt by anyone if they have a pure heart, and a quiet mind.

Rehiring