Nine steps to spiritual immortal

[Zhan Zhuang]

just so you know another member of this forum has also confirmed the existence of his spiritual baby.

 

Horseshit !

[Taiji Bum]

Horseshit !

http://www.thetaobums.com/My-100-Days-SPOI...cret-t4225.html

 

It came out of my forehead in 1994. Dont you follow this model of mysticism of several spritual bodies of ascending grades of closeness to God or Tao?

[Li Jiong]

Wow, you must be an immortal now being able to shed your body whenever you want and travel the cosmos! Wowwwww!!!!. I don't think anyone who has accomplished this goal would post it on an online discussion board. What are you trying to prove. We're not that naive.

 

Wudangspirit

I am not trying to prove anything, I am just playing a game.

[ToL]

I am not trying to prove anything, I am just playing a game.

 

 

I'm actually happy for your sharing or anybody for sharing in this forum so thank you.

 

I like this:

When a superior man hears of the Tao,

he immediately begins to embody it.

When an average man hears of the Tao,

he half believes it, half doubts it.

When a foolish man hears of the Tao,

he laughs out loud.

If he didn't laugh,

it wouldn't be the Tao.

 

"I let my spiritual baby go out my body once"

Is it Spirit Travel, or is it different?

[gendao]

About two years ago, we walked on a mountain, my teaher found an anthropomorphous Heshouwu, he pulled it out to me, and said I would need it soon. I soaked it into liqueur, about a year later, I achieved the sixth step, formed my own small Xuanji Matrix. My teacher said it was the time to drink it. I drank all the liqueur within 3 days, and praticed all the time in these days. I saw gallant scene of Xiantian Qi (we can call it negative mass matter too) first, everytime when I closed my eyes, I saw these light points flow nicely around by body, they strengthened my Xuanji Matrix rapidly. To the third day, suddenly, I saw there was a baby in my Dantian, and later, it rised up slowly, and went out from my crown. And then, I feel my body disappeared, there is just a colours baby on the sky. Didn't know how many time passed, the nice baby alighted from the sky slowly, and then I could feel my body again. When I opened my eyes, it was very dark outside, it was late at night already, I remembered that I started practice at dusk.I know it is my spiritual baby, from that day on, I can feel the baby anytime, and everyday, I let my spiritual baby go out my body once.

Very interesting...sort of seems to correlate this account of Quang Van Nguyen (currently living in VT):

"Fourth Uncle told me that a soul egg travelled up from my navel to the crown of my head. He said that it was gestating there. He explained that every time I circulated my breath to my crown, I was bathing the egg with the energy it needed to grow and mature. In a year or so, it would be fully developed, and then it would hatch from the top of my crown. (You can find your crown point by tracing a line straight up from the tips of your ears to the tender spot in the middle.) ... About thirteen months later, the top of my head started feeling tingly and itchy. Once, when I was meditating, I felt a sensation like ants crawling up my back and neck. I heard a loud sound, like a bang. I felt the top of my head blow open and felt the air was going in and out. Then I felt myself standing up. ... I turned around and saw myself sitting on my rock with my eyes closed. I was shocked to see how small and dirty and ugly I looked. ... I told Fourth Uncle about it and he said, 'Congratulations. You have given birth to your soul body. It is young and doesn't know what do do yet. You can let it out by concentrating on your crown. You can also keep it in, by focusing on your third eye. Don't let it out that much. Keep circulating the energy the same way as before.' ... I told him I still felt the air going in and out the top of my head. He said that was good and to come back in three months."

Western readers will simply have accept Quang’s story on Quang’s terms. It is totally worth it because it is indeed a remarkable life story. Quang was brought up as a Buddhist and started medical training early, studying with practicing professionals of herbalism and pulse diagnosis. The Indochina War raged through the region: bombs were dropping and the French were making life hell for the locals. After the French abandoned Vietnam, the Americans came and the misery continued for the people. Food was scarce and traveling wasn’t safe. Quang’s description of the gangster bus drivers is funny and horrific. Nevertheless, Thau took his adopted son around the Seven Mountains area to obtain a thorough education. When he was twenty-five, Quang became the abbot of a Buddhist temple.

 

Quang’s training included forbidden lessons in Cambodian sorcery and martial arts. He spent time with a 150-year old monk learning meditation on the Sacred Mountain. He befriended tigers and the mountain itself. The book contains much about the Vietnamese traditions about magic, spirits and ghosts. The sincerity of Quang’s narration simply doesn’t allow for frivolous fictionalization. Each reader will have to make his/her own decision if these incidents are just peasant superstitions or something more.

 

Our Western culture is saturated to bursting with self-promoting scammers parading as spiritual teachers – it’s all about the next book, the next lecture tour or workshop, the next CD or DVD. It’s easy to get jaded and disillusioned when religion, spirituality and even healing are tainted with the stench of mercenary motives. Quang’s story is something completely different. He tells the reader about a way of life and traditional medical practices and remedies that are almost lost to the world now. He gives a unique native account of living in a country torn apart by multiple invaders, something few Americans have experienced in spite of our tiresome national obsession with Vietnam. The selfless, unaffected narrative never indulges in hyperbole during descriptions of amazing magical incidents, nor does it magnify the bloody horrors of the Indochina or Vietnam Wars that ripped Vietnam to shreds along with its ancient and beautiful traditions.

Fourth Uncle is about father and son healers. They are organic pharmacologists and accomplished acupuncturists; they are diagnosticians in the Chinese chi system of body energy and they are practitioners of native shamanic arts. It is a memoir of two barefoot doctors’ remarkable lives – lives of stubborn devotion to discipline, to learning and tending to the suffering of literally thousands of children, adults and perished people’s lingering spirits.

 

Fourth Uncle in the Mountain is a great story about two simply good men. It is told simply, but simplicity should never be mistaken for a lack of emotional complexity, intellectual refinement or overwhelming humanity. It is all that.

Quang began to read my son’s pulses. Something made me avert my eyes from Quang’s face. He was concentrating so hard on what he was dong that he was vulnerable to my scrutiny. To this day I never look at Quang’s face when he is reading pulses.

 

It was then that he made the diagnosis that my medical team at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York had missed entirely, a life-threatening infection inside the joint capsule of his hip.

 

I wanted to do something for Quang in return to show my deep gratitude to him for the part he played in my son’s complete recovery.

 

I began interviewing Quang, asking him countless questions to jog his memory. I recorded and transcribed 22 90-minute cassettes. Quang was like a person waking up from amnesia. The more I probed, the more he started to remember his former life in Vietnam.

Anyone else read: Fourth Uncle in the Mountain: The Remarkable Legacy of a Buddhist Itinerant Doctor in Vietnam?

[Seeker of Wisdom]

What the hell would having the ability to project even an infinite number of yang shen bodies across existence have to do with realising, aligning with and functioning from Tao?

 

I don't care if you can project infinite bodies across space, teleport, fly, breathe fire, resurrect the dead, shoot lightning bolts, or even create entire universes and living beings to populate them.

 

That's all nothing unless you have really realised Tao, and that all things are creative expressions of Tao empty of inherent substance.

 

That's what makes an Immortal worthy of the title! Otherwise you've just bought a little time and a little control, but are still bound by the cycle. Tick tock!

[Horus]

I saw gallant scene of Xiantian Qi (we can call it negative mass matter too) first, everytime when I closed my eyes, I saw these light points flow nicely around by body, they strengthened my Xuanji Matrix rapidly.

 

This negative mass matter/Xiantian Qi vision that you saw - was it dark matter/black matter with blue coloured "light points"?