June 18, 2013 § 3 Comments
I figured this could be a pretty kick ass title for a book about my life while on the phone with my home-brother Marcus last night. Figured it would have been taken, and it was, but I’m glad it was taken by Mr. Dune himself. I didn’t realize it (I never do) but I’ve been manic ever since being released from the hospital. That last post was written in true manic form. I just came down from feasting with Titans and drinking with immortals a few days ago and am back to be mild mannered Casey.
I’m going to take a break from internetin’ for a while, but I thought I’d share a glimpse of the second world I hail from. It’s a world with Daoist Wizards, immortals and messages from beyond space and time. The world is much more vibrant here for me in Taiwan as the culture and religions are more “OK” with it (as the following story will show). Maybe when I’m back stateside I’ll use my reduced internetin’ to start writing out some of the better stories from crossing over into that other world. That said this one kind of takes the cake.
Here We Go!
So I’m in the south of Taiwan learning how to organize a taichi push hands competition. I go outside and roughhouse with some of the boys for a while, do some laps with one kid but eventually find myself alone. I lay in the middle of the soccer field like I’ve fallen from the heavens. I get up. It’s time to “Go.” Where? I’m not sure, but I’m not suppose to be here anymore. It’s time for me to step out of Casey and step into some random spirit which fell from the sky or happened to be walking by, I never know. Glasses. Those are for mortals. Lets throw’em in a field of rice. Keys? Mortals need shelter. Lets get rid of those too. BUT, in case I happen to be Casey again, lets set my passport, phone and jacket all nice and neat on this power converter thing. Now UPWARD ONWARD!
This push hands competition was being organized in a largish school and I sneak over a wall separating an small road and a rice field. I wander through the field of rice, creep next to a river for a while, guy on a scooter drives by looking at me, I look back. Keep wondering. A warehouse with barking dogs. Lets investigate. The dogs get calm when I get close. I pet them. What’s in this place? I wander around until I find people. Odd that they don’t react when they see me. Eventually someone asks me why I’m here. I say the dogs called me over. He says he’s going to call the police. That’s fine I say. He drives me to the station instead.
When he drops me off I decide I want to see “the big boss” so I promptly start to walk up the stairs to the top. The cops are telling me I can’t do this. I don’t listen. I was on my way to the third floor is when I finally get physically stopped. They pull me back and I fall backwards “all pro.” I go back to the first floor. This is when things get strange… lol
They’re kind of hovering around me and I yell “SHA! SHA! SHA!” (MURDER! MURDER! MURDER!) waving my arms wildly. They back off. I walk out of the station. No one follows me. Clothes. Who needs them. Lets get rid of everything. Shirt. Belt. Shoes. Pants. Socks. Underwear… Lets be “reasonable” and keep those. Now lets jog in the middle of the street and jump around a bit. What’s that sound? Music? Buddhists? Yes! They’ll be able to help me out.
Strange that I’m in a city but I find myself wading through what seems to be the thickest juggle setting… No matter. Lets find these Buddhists. I find them. They’re on the third floor. I try to explain that I want some simple clothes. They’re not helpful. They tell me I’m in the wrong place and to go. This doesn’t make sense to me. They’re Buddhists! I try to explain my “situation.” The “head guy” comes out and starts getting tough. I barge in to see what they’re praying to. Some name. Not “the Buddha.” Odd… They don’t like that. Now I’m battling the not-Buddhists! I get into this odd fight where I don’t throw any punches, get my throat “crushed” and catch about 5 punches to the face (I come out totally unscathed, either I’m superman, or he was superham). I go to the second floor, see some statue and “pray” to it. Everyone leaves me alone for… a long time.
Cops show up. They leave me alone. Some lady comes and explains that this isn’t a Buddhist temple and I’m like “Oh! My bad!” And leave. I walk for a block or two. Cops still don’t apprehend me. I see a muddy street corner. Looks like a good place for a foreigner in the south of Taiwan in his underwear to meditate. I plop down and start meditating. Now things get really strange. The cops just watch me. Some people show up and watch. Then some lady gives me a jacket, some pants and $30… no no, that won’t be enough for you will it? $60 bucks. Cop car shows up (after they take pictures of course) and I’m in the back with the nicest guy ever.
We get to the police station and I tell them I can call my wife if they let me get on the computer (I don’t have her number memorized). They eventually let me on. I eventually call her. Then I do a lot of waiting (it’s a 3 or 4 hour drive). Before I called her they said “Those Mormons could help him,” and they eventually showed up (right when I got a hold of my wife). I wanted to escape with the Mormons for more adventuring, but that didn’t happen. While I was waiting they fed me. One of the oddest things was when this really big guy showed up with a bunch of shrimp and me and him… ate shrimp, in a police station, in the south of Taiwan. Oh yes, one of the cops took the money I got to get me some sandals (they’re Jeriemy Lin “LINSANITY” sandals, I like them.)
Wife eventually came. I eventually left and… yes yes… That was the first time I ran through the streets of Taiwan. The second time I went “full retard” (as in ditched the undies). But I suppose that will be another story for another day… lol
I’ll be back in the states Friday and back at grandma’s Monday or so. I’ve been pretty much hyper connected to the web since the BBS days with blank spots from recovery from manic episodes here and there. I think I need to take a break that is by choice (instead of depressed “force”) and get right with nature. Do gardening. Mess with cows. Build stuff. Get dirty and that whole meatball.
June 10, 2013 § Leave a Comment
The UNIVERSE sent me the above message some days ago. I have a list of goals I need to accomplish to have “owned my (Casey’s) movement.” My movement (one of them anyway) is the Pwing Life movement. Here is the last set of goals Casey had (from this blog post).
I am in a committed relationship with a woman who is supportive of my style of life.
- I save $1,000/month.
- I teach tai chi once a week.
- I have made one of my projects profitable.
- I make $2,500/month after taxes and other fees.
- I have a Black Ford Fiesta.
- The MilTownKlan has 36 dedicated members.
I maintain my samurai existence. I maintain an empty mind. I maintain stability and clarity of mind (aka no problems with my “bipolar”/OCD situation.)
Four out of ten aint bad. Some major ones have been handled as well. Time to start working on getting my money up. No rush on that though. Those last three are the most important to me. I can knock out the taichi one pretty quickly. If I charge for taichi I’d make one of my projects profitable as well. I’ll also count the 36 taichi students I’m in the process of getting towards the MilTownKlan movement.
I think it’s a good idea to share one of the videos from that blog post as a reminder to myself.
No Rush To Get Grown, Drive Slow
May 4, 2013 § Leave a Comment
May 1, 2013 § Leave a Comment
I won’t make another post on this blog until I have a contract with Adidas for producing Black Horse Tai Chi gear. I’m doing this to prove the power of focused mind. The reason so much “positive thought” stuff is bullshit (like “The Secret”) is because it isn’t bullshit. hee hee hee Allow me to explain. When you use thought power to create things you have to have 100% belief in the fact that it will be created, do your part in making the creation happen and be UNWAVERING in your focus in that general direction (changing direction just “resets” the process).
So many people THINK they know what they want, but really have no idea. The secret isn’t the The Secret. The secret is being 100% clear in what it is you want and be willing to DIE making it happen (perhaps not die, but the more you’re willing to give up the better).
Normally I’d tweet Adidas or something to get the ball rolling, but I shall do nothing. I already know this is going to happen. It’s just a matter of continuing to put in the work and being patient.
If you’re wondering why Adidas, I wrote about it once. That’s not the full story though. I grew up a b-boy and Adidas was my suit of armor when I used to go battle. In high school all I wore were Adidas outfits. Now all I wear is an Adidas outfit (except for when someone wants me to get more classy).
Getting Adidas to create the gear is just the beginning. The end (for me) will be the gear being created in a facility in China which treats it workers SUPER right and all of the profits from the sales of the shoes (my portion of the profit anyway) will go to a charity or nonprofit of some kind (haven’t figure out which one yet, but I will in time). Also want Adidas to make MilTownKlan gear too, but we’ll do a test run with Black Horse Tai Chi. If they fail, maybe I’ll have to switch the MilTownKlan to Nike (or create our own brand with factories and the like…)
This is also an extension of the Pwning Life post I last wrote. This is how the science works. Right now what looks like the rambling of a delusion nutter will be proof positive of UNIVERSAL GENIUS (not “my” genius, universal genius) in the “future.”
I’m sure Adidas has a corporate office in Taiwan. Perhaps you’ll catch me before I vanish again. No hurry though. I’ll vanish back in no time flat.
peace love one and have fun
“The secret is practice.” – Grandmaster Henry Wang
April 28, 2013 § 4 Comments
I wrote the following on the plane ride back from the Philippines. If you read this and it seems way to simple you’re either a professional at getting want you want or you have no idea how to get what you want. Getting what you want in life is truly a two part process:
- Deciding want you want.
- Getting it.
Pretty much everyone screws up the first step. Get the first step right and you’ll plow forward nonstop until you “arrive.” Don’t forget to smell the roses on the way (actually that’s all there is to do…) I’m going to post a series of videos on the Pwning Network YouTube Channel which follows my adventures of rocking the system for one month. You can subscribe there and follow along now, or wait until I officially launch with a website (at that time I’ll collect an email address and dish the videos out one at a time).
Again, this looks really simple, but what you’re going to read below is the result of sifting through a number of books, videos and websites, testing and figuring out what truly provides results. This is it in a nutshell, you can hack it to your hearts content, but this is the only way to achieve anything.
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April 26, 2013 § 4 Comments
It all started with this picture. What’s the real story. I have no idea, but trying to figure out the real story caused some friction on a Facebook group called The Kwoon. The facts behind this picture aren’t important. The fact that a simple image could cause ripples leading to this blog post are (the first about martial arts since revamping my website).
The Delusional World of Taichi
If you practice taichi and think it’s a superior martial art to others, you are delusional. This is just a fact. There’s a whole community of people practicing taichi as a martial art and believe it’s truly superior (in some respects) to other martial arts (I am a part of that community). Like it or not, the community is inherently delusional. There are no current facts to support the belief of taichi being superior in any shape or form. In fact, there is more evidence to the contrary.
These lack of facts is the reason so many taichi players idolize stories from the past. If you ask someone in the MMA scene who their favorite fighter is you’ll most likely get the name of someone actively competing or at minimum someone who recently stopped fighting. For example, my favorite MMA fighters are Anderson Silva (because he’s an all around bad ass) and Kazushi Sakuraba because he was such a showman (although a friend recently turned me on to Genki Sudo). Ask someone who believes taichi is a superior marital art who their favorite taichi fighter is and you’ll get… What? A story connected to imagery (real or imagined) similar to the one above.
My Delusional Martial Mind
From the copious amounts of martial arts movies I watched growing up and hearing stories of unbeatable taichi fighters I too jumped on the delusional taichi bandwagon. My delusions went much farther than just a casual taichi obsession though. At times I believed I was the Monkey King reincarnate, a reborn Daoist Wizard, a modern day Son Goku and sometimes a blend of all three. Real or not, the effects of these stories have been real. It’s why I’m in Asia, it’s why I speak Chinese, it’s why I’m organizing a international taichi competition and it’s why I’m wearing all black and my school’s name is black horse taichi.
I can reflect back on those thoughts and see the delusion in them but the power of thought is… interesting.
What is real taichi? Can it’s current form be effectively used as a martial art? What are the true health benefits? How many of those health benefits are a result from practice verses being a placebo effect? Answering these questions is the reason we need to organize this taichi competition/convention. To test, discuss and debate in person and hopefully encourage martial artists from other disciplines to attend, test and share. One thing is for certain. These questions won’t get answered in Facebook Groups, on forums or among blog posts.
Another goal is to unite a community of practitioners who all extremely passionate about their art. Sometime these passions clash in this digital universe, but it should always be seen for the better. I’d like to see the same amount of energy invested in trying to find ways to meet and grow in person.
April 25, 2013 § 4 Comments
I made quite the break through on this trip to the Philippines and thought I’d do my best to share. I want to thank Master Wang for being a walking, talking example of where I wanted to get. “Bee” who has been digitally beating up the inside of my mind. And Adam for concisely and clearly answering all of my questions and giving me a systematic path toward the result I’ve been looking for.
Here’s a thought I jotted to myself on the plane ride here:
Being born takes MUCH longer than 9 months. In fact, it seems that many die before truly being born. This must be where the idea “it takes lifetimes” comes from.
The birthing process I’m talking about is getting to just the fringe levels of awareness, not “Nirvana” or anything big like that. Lets get this party started. I’m going to break this up into three books I want to write which seem to convey the stages leading up to my “experience.”
Pwning (mastering) Life is this idea I have to create « Read the rest of this entry »