GreytoWhite

TS if you're going to stick to aiki arts I recommend you try to get some seminars in with Ellis Amdur, Howard Popkin, and most of all Dan Harden.

Perhaps with some sort of hypersensitive ultrasound or super advanced CT/MRI scan. Perhaps the person is part of a fertility program or has some sort of other medical issue that detected the developing embryos while looking for something else.

The Piper and the Swordsman by Matt Parsons Forgive the plaintive songs This reed sings what it knows best There was little sweetness in its bed It was plucked green The cane dried and yellowed Cut down to size and drilled Holes along its body For the air to pass, creating Melody, harmony, music The remainder of the reed Split and bound Wrapped in cloth and leather The two halves sing for each other One sings its sweet tune. longing The other has no voice Whenever it is swung the air passes It hears its other half Cries in its quiet way Whooosh, crack! One day the two halves reunited The flute was being played as usual Its master begging in his tattered robe The other carried by a traveling swordsman Looking upon the flautist the fighter frowned He said, "The song you play hurts me deeply I cannot stand to hear it any longer. It is too much for me to bear, my heart Longing to leap from my chest." The musician looked upon the fighter His response, "Blowing air through this Sad, abused reed is what I need. The joy in my heart is not apparent As I expel sadness from my lips. Leave me now, I have played here for years." With a lightning quickness The swordsman lashed out Cane whooshing, then CRACK! The flute's sad music ended Each half having met, both broke The piper looked up, stricken Flute smashed, so was the practice weapon Seeing the swordsman's face Crying over his broken stick The musician laughed and rose Walking calmly he bid the man, "Peace unto you my brother."

Maybe not so much inserted into another woman but in the very near future I would not be surprised to see ectogenesis machines. The embryo naturally attaches to a uterine wall after about 6 days. I can't imagine after a month's time of gestation that it would be safe to transplant it as the second woman's immune system would most likely kill off the developing child.

Huh, I find that without reefer my work isn't quite what it should be. Granted, I use it for chronic pain relief not just to get baked.

Humiliation is not necessarily a bad thing of one is truly humbled instead of merely insulted. There is much else than humiliation that I drag around with me which I feel is far worse. Perspective, we all have a slightly different vantage point.

I have benefited from remembering such times, it has kept me alive. When suicidal ideation reared its ugly head I thought back to the many times that life has been worse at times and it has allowed me to move forward with hope that things will be better. While I am slowly dropping each piece of emotional baggage from that time, I find it helpful to recall the crucible and to drop the dross.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imAWVWi5PIU

For those suffering from chronic musculoskeletal pain you may enjoy reading Tom Myers Anatomy Trains I found it quite helpful in understanding how the fascial web of our bodies can relate to the Chinese meridian map. Also, if your chiropractor offers Active Release Technique I highly recommend it, if not, you may want to find one that does. Just be aware that you will probably experience massive shifts within the tensegrity structure of your body after ART so it can really screw your energy or martial practices up for a little bit until you're used to the new tension equilibrium.

I never thought I would feel compassion for another but I do.

Time, love, and willpower. I was lucky things were not worse for me. May your friend recover.

Songtsan I would agree that the psychiatric hospital and homelessness are quite humbling. Although I found homelessness to be rather freeing and exhilarating. I was lucky enough to find some very kind people who showed me the ropes and where to get food, the drier and safer places to sleep, and a good hustle partner.

Due to certain considerations in the relationship I have with the cigar factory's owner I'm not really at liberty to discuss it.

I currently live in the Phoenix metro area. It's got some great metro hiking areas like South Mountain and Piestewa Peak. The finest cigar factory in the world was in Scottsdale until about two months ago; I cried the day after we had to tear down the factory and move everything out. Also the poetry community is quite exceptional.

Interesting, my Meyers-Briggs changed to ENTJ from INTP. Granted that was only after some serious exploration of psychedelics. True empathy and compassion drove me into a manic psychotic break with reality that I did not settle down from for a good four months. Although the interesting thing is that much of what I was talking about that was dismissed as psychotic raving has come to pass.

I just finished Terence McKenna's Food of the Gods and it was a disappointment. There has been a BUNCH of archaeological and neurochemical research in the past 20 years which illuminates much of what he is propounding in his book. It would be a great introduction to the field of interest if someone were not well versed.

Other than massive amounts of fascial scar tissue all over my body the only things that really bug me daily are the scoliosis and my neck. I can't exert myself physically quite so much thanks to the heart murmur but otherwise one would not be able to tell I ever had such troubles now. I started learning Chen taiji, Ip Man Wing Chun, and Northern Shaolin 5 years ago now. Within 6 months of starting training (3-5 times per week 2-5 hours at a time) I was far more able than I had been. A combination of the gong fu, meditation, and a ridiculous diet (gluten free, dairy free, red meat free, 23 servings of raw organic fruits and veggies daily) really got me back on the right track.

I have had one relationship that I knew had to be pursued for our spiritual well being. We occasionally talk still, it is a lasting connection but there is doubtful to be anything between us in the future other than friendship.

A minor heart attack and multiple small strokes within a year's time. I lost five foreign languages, the left side of my body, some days the right. I lost the ability to use my hands. I lost the ability to make it to the bathroom in time. I lost the ability to get it up. I lost the ability to walk. I lost the ability to stand for more than 2 minutes at a time. I lost the ability to drink like a fish. There are still scars which I work on daily, all beneath the skin and in my mind. It taught me to cherish my physical ability, not to hold such stock in my own acquired knowledge, to appreciate those around me for people suffering, it enabled me to finally feel compassion and empathy. Were it not for such a trying experience I would have continued on as the pedantic, manipulative asshole that I was, holding myself above everyone all the while anxious that I was unworthy.

Yep, I care not if someone shares my passions in these things as it is my path, not necessarily theirs. I care that the woman I am dating is able to speak intelligibly about what drives her, that she is passionate about SOMETHING other than pop culture, that she does not have to ask me to define every polysyllabic word I use, that she READS, that she is kind, caring, and compassionate. I also care that she is adequately physically attractive, obesity is not attractive to me but some meat on a woman can be quite pleasing.

I have many passions and I prefer not to sound pedantic if I can help it, I already fail at this quite a bit. I just say I do "Chinese yoga" and gong fu unless someone is interested in something deeper. Usually the women that have the same interests as I do in such things tend to ignore me entirely, which is sad but I've come to accept that it's the norm for online dating now. [rant]I encountered a fellow "Daoist" on Plenty of Fish once. Basically she just took the story of the Vinegar Tasters to heart and had been through a world religion class at community college. When she asked what my views of Daoism consisted of she then attacked me for meditating as "teh real Dao don't meditate." I then asked her to explain all of the esoteric practices which have been made readily available over the years and the long history of esoteric tradition within Daoist sects. Having no answer she continued to say something to the effect of "you got no Dao." I then stopped talking to her altogether, I was no longer interested in someone who had dipped their toe into a barrel of vinegar and came back nothing but sour.[/rant]

My teacher told me after some troubles in life not to speak of my qigong or magickal practices unless someone expressed interest in them or asked a direct question. As to being disabled, being an enjoyer of psychedelics and medical marijuana, not driving, or not currently employed I put those things directly into my profile so that anyone those issues may be a deterrent to getting a date with is automatically filtered. It's amazing how few people actually read a profile on the dating sites and judge solely on pictures.

Aye, as a former eCommerce store manager I would say that most online dating sites have a similar feel to them. It's like shopping for dates. Quite literally a numbers game though. Typically I'll message anywhere from 30-40 women, receive 4-6 responses and if I'm lucky, two different people to date. The sad thing is that I usually don't receive responses from the people whose profiles I find most interesting. Probably because I'm disabled and don't drive, I'm rather upfront about it but few are willing to date someone that does not have a car.