PART12 My new love of weapons


 

Today we did some sparring and sword fighting. Putting on the fencing masks and using tonfa and bamboo swords to fight.

Tonfa, we use this as a forearm shield when we spar sometimes

the type of sword we use for sparring. made from segments of bamboo. Pictures from Wikapedia

 I fought Vin at first. Immediately he hit my finger, at the time it was not painful but even now a week later it bloody hurts. He basically beat me. He kept on coming in after I attacked and closed me down. He was very good. With lian it was a bit different. Because I am taller I had a better reach and I kept my distance and stayed out of his range and got him a fair amount with some good leg shoots and head shots. He didn’t move in much so it was easier than with Vin who would not play my game.

 Lian gave me a really good strike to the knee which left an impressive red and white mark. I find this sword fighting so fun. I want to do more of it and if and when I ever set up a club I hope to do a lot of it. Nigel says it’s not that important to do often but it’s fun and that’s enough for me.

One of Nigel Suttons teachers says that sparring altogether is a bad idea. That when you spar you are playing a game and that your not actualy trying to kill your opponent. So that if and when your life is really in danger you will not be able to react properly. This is said by a man who lives in a dangerous country where machete fights and murder are common. From what I understand this man has also been in many real fights himself. So maybe in that situation sparring isnt as important.

 On another note I am very pleased with my training at the moment. Before I came to Malaysia I wasn’t at all interested in weapons. My experience had been minimal and all I had learnt was Taiji sword and staff forms and also some nunchuck and sai forms from doing Okinawan Te. But I feel that the weapons training in Chen Taiji is incompleat compared with what I am doing now.

Now that Nigel Sutton has introduced me to a more compleat weapon arts like Krabi krabong, Eskrima and Silat I feel that a love for weapons has been awakened. I am very attached to my boken (wooden sword) and I try my best to carry it everywhere around the Zhong Ding training centre. As Nigel told us to.

Boken, hard wooden sword.

 

My waking dreams and sleep walking has now reached a most active point. Only last night I opened my eyes and knew there was an enemy behind the door trying to get in. I ducked under my mosquito net while wrapping my thin bed sheet around my left arm to make a shield, I then grabbed the machety which was propped up by my bed and stood in front of my door waiting for an attack to come. I kept waiting until the illusion faded and I realised it was only a waking dream. I was standing in the Krabi krabong stance with my left forearm in front to protect and my right hand holding the machete was above my head ready to generate a powerful strike.

 

Does anyone reading this sleep walk? I would be interested to hear some stories. Do you think sleep walking is a negative thing?

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PART341 about Lex


Friday, April 15, 2011 when you’re a child you can sense there is unknown things but only as you live a while on this rock do you start to fathom exactly how unknown this plain we exist on really is. You know you are mealy looking into a bottomless crater, on the surface of an inexplicable infinite hole. An infinity which somehow bends around and as you have walked forever you end up in the same place again. Such unknown, yet this sick dry notion that all is one and the same that there really isn’t anything new under the sun.

You are being fed different dishes but with the same ingredients in them all. Infinite combinations of 1 and 0. Is it that we are created to strive and survive or have we just become lost? Is it that our ideas have rebelled against their masters and our brain children have become like us and mutated into every mess imaginable? That those things which we believe to be straight and true, firm and strong are in fact painful unobtainable dreams.

To think of truth in this world is a rebellion against an unconquerable foe, are we here to create challenges beyond our skills? To reach beyond our grasp.

Those three letters W H Y that question mark? They are so important to us. Dimensions in dimensions. There are infinite dimensions. Every thought in the mind is a world in the making, pathways reaching into other worlds, bridges made with different degrees of concentration and with different views in mind to transport, worlds within worlds within worlds, that thought of truth, so real and from its own description true, expressing a multitude of lively and deathly things which are real is the most untrue thing of them all. I could make the entire world believe in a God donkey whose plow we ride on if I had the expert skills of persuasion. Truth is not real, it is only what you think is real. But when you are a detective with dim eyes deaf ears and a failing body how you can find any clues? And what are you really looking for? Even with the eyes of a hawk you couldn’t see enough of this universe, we can only see ancient history in the skies. Light from years ago. A glimpse of the fastest known energy, a pin prick piercing through an otherwise cold and dark vacuum. Maybe we cannot find any clues because there aren’t any, maybe “why” is the path which leads to nowhere. Maybe it is the wrong way.

Have you ever argued and dismantled your very soul into disbelieving everything?, to the point that you even disbelieve in disbelieving somehow?, that every sentence the brain throws out like an angry war party rapes and pillages its predecessors, but even before it has had time to take any root the brain is yet again hurling another attack on your point of view. One revolution overthrowing the next. The Ouroboros, eating its self forever, a city in the constant state of bombardment and forever being rebuilt. Primordial chaos, Infuriating, tiresome.

It was an interesting day at work. I was stationed next to Lex, the Thai girl. The box speed was just enough for us to be active and help lubricate the cogs of time so that it passed without too much friction. I asked Lex many questions about Thailand. She spoke of her love of the Thai King and about her love for her family. “The first daughter must get up the earliest and cook for everyone, my sister gets up at 3 o, clock to start cleaning and cooking, then the next daughter gets up an hour later. I would get up at 4 o’clock in the morning” she spoke about the close connection and the power of family, how her sisters had selflessly worked to allow Lex to study at university and for her to come to New Zealand. “this is why I want to teach English when I go back, I will go to the mountains were they cannot afford education, we must help others” about her respect for her father “he could never go to school or university, he had no money and now he has 6 children and he is happy and successful, he made so much of his life even without an education”. Her belief in Buddhism, in not harming others and in always keeping a smile on your face. “Thailand is known as the land of smiles you know?” she said with interest.

I looked at this small delicate woman beside me, generally quiet and happy but with a harsh upbringing in a country where education isn’t free, where she had to struggle and will almost certainly continue to struggle. I found her optimism inspiring. I find many people’s ability to keep living and laughing a great source awe. When in my blessed life I so easily slip and fall into the shadows.