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Mass Slaughter

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I have been kept in prison;
Forced to take drugs,
Forced to have sex;
And my children were slaughtered.

When I become useless to my captors;
I too will be killed.
The terrorists have no compassion,
They say everything is for the ‘greater good’.

Their leaders manipulate them,
They are constantly taught to have no compassion for me;
If they want to be fed,
They must torture and kill me and my babies.

The mass slaughter should end;
One day compassion and kindness should rule,
Respect and equality for all should be normal;
But I fear that day is a long way off;
And the end to my torture and imprisonment nears with my death.

Because I am cow.

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Inside Out

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How do you want people to treat you?
Then treat them the same way.
You want respect?
Then give it and earn it.
You want people to see you as a good martial artist?
Then work hard and become one.
You want respect as a martial arts coach?
Then act like one.
You want to be treated as an adult?
Then behave like one.
You want the coach to teach you well?
Then be a good student.

I study people and most can’t see the obvious.
They complain about their treatment,
That they’re not treated with respect,
That they’re not taught properly,
That their students don’t respect them as coaches;

They blame everyone and everything apart from themselves.

They didn’t look inside.

Remember we live from the inside out, not the outside in.

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I See You

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I see you….
Because I meditate and practice neigong,
I see you,
I see the savage beast when the mask slips,
Maybe only for a second,
But I see you.

I also see the angel,
When you have pure altruistic compassion,
When you really care;
When your caring is free from fear or pity,
When there is no desire for an end result,
That’s when your angel is looking through your eyes.

My unfettered mind see’s how you wear your body;
The tension borne from fear,
The bowed head, the lazy slouch,
The jutting chin and darting eyes;
The deepest muscles ‘holding’ your darkest fears;
I see you in there.

I also see when your body is free;
When your natural beauty shines through,
When you are tall and straight,
Tension free and shining,
When you float as you move like your angel,
I see you you in there.

You cannot hide from an open mind;
My eyes are not camera’s,
I’m looking from my deepest soul,
It ‘perceives’ until you and I are one,
I become you and then I really ‘see’ what and whom you really are.

I see you….

 

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A Walk In The Woods

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Today I went for a walk,
Well, actually a shuffle;
The ground was uneven,
With 14 surgeries on my legs,
I can barely move.

Everyone passed me by,
But I had the advantage;
I could see everything they missed,
I could hear what they didn’t,
I could smell and taste what they couldn’t.

I felt sorry for them;
I had constant pain to let me know, That I was alive;
I was grateful to walk,
Grateful to be alive.

I hadn’t smelled the earth for years,
The moisture from the rain and river on my skin and tongue;
The woody smell from both growing and rotting wood;
They all spoke to me.

Sometimes a disability is an advantage.
It holds you in the present;
It sharpens your senses,
And reminds you how lucky you are to still be here;
Whilst the rest of the world walks by distracted.

 

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Guns, Violent Crime & The Elephant In The Room

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Every time I look at or read something about guns and violent crime I can’t help thinking about how blind we all are to the ‘elephant in the room’ – let me explain….

My first conscious presents as a child were a toy gun and toy soldiers, the games I used to play with other children revolved around fighting and ‘pretend’ killing, ‘you’re dead’ was the most common phrase. All the entertainment media I’ve ever watched has been around guns, shooting, explosions, fighting, and death. It was an integral part of my culture, I worked in security, I started martial arts to learn how to hurt other people and it was only my studies of Buddhism and Taoism that made me examine my upbringing, culture and all the assumptions I had of life that I was blind to.

Children nowadays are exposed to it all in an even more remote way through their phones, tablets, TV’s and movies in such a pressured way and they can take part in the most horrific acts of violence ‘remotely’ on their X Box’s and Playstations. They are completely programmed to be able to commit these acts without any conscious analysis of the suffering they might cause. Films and programmes that were strictly ‘X’ rated when I was young would get a ‘U’ rating now and children see everything including violent pornography readily available on their electronic media.

So the answer is not about ‘banning’ or ‘punishing’ things or people, these are temporary measures that in the long run only make things worse, you only have to look at the World at large to see how shooting and bombing people makes a peaceful world.

It’s about education, it’s about a shift of culture, entertainment and media.  We have to look long term and at what we are feeding our children’s minds with, let’s stop worshipping revenge, to divert the minds of a nation all a government has to do is to bring out the programming that has already taken place and isolate and demonise a section of humanity, create a false flag to control them and make money out of  guns, bullets, bombs and suffering.

Our weaknesses will always be exploited. Lasting peace is earned through hard work of creating strong wise individuals who won’t stand for manipulation and no government wants to do that – at the moment.  It’s a chicken and egg situation, people need to be educated to be able to create and vote for the right kind of leaders, but the current crop we have would not do that.

In our own world of martial arts we need to stop worshipping the thugs and start working with the peacekeepers, The control of real violence requires much more training than just scared thuggery, boasting and violence.

Maybe we can use their own tools of social media to change the zeitgeist bit by bit?

 

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The Eyes Of The Dead

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The first shovel full of earth hit the lid of my coffin;
My dead eyes stared at the other side;
So that was it, another vehicle worn out:
And what had I done?

We all know we’re going to die;
But we push it to the back of our mind;
And behave like we’re going to live forever;
But each day leads us onwards;
To that one inevitable end.

Another sod hits the coffin lid;
My body has expired;
Because I’m not ‘me’ anymore;
I see everything in a different light;
My perspective has already grown.

In the back of my mind I always knew,
That the purpose of life was to live;
That ‘being human’ was a challenge:
That politics causes disconnection;
And mental stillness joins everything up.

And now everything was still;
As the earth piled up above me;
My mind had clarity;
Lying in the heart of the earth;
As my body rots and my thoughts dissipate:
What was I going to take with me?

Nothing. No-thing. I was entering No-thing-ness;
But in meditation I had already been there;
I was prepared to let go.
There was no-thing left to carry;
No-thing left to resolve;
I had already made myself free within life.

I had left a legacy, one hopefully of compassion and peace;
Of how life could be if the perspective of humanity could grow;
Right view and aspiration,
Right speech, behaviour and livelihood;
And right effort, mindfulness and concentration;
Meant there was another way.

Action was the legacy and purpose;
A step towards what could be;
Where evolution could take the world;
And humanity could become Gods;
Instead of being a virus.

Now the shovelling has stopped;
My tomb was completely silent;
Surrounded by the Earth so many stand on;
Yet so few choose to acknowledge;
Let alone respect.

Here is the truth, each person’s inevitable end;
Silence, the body’s conversion to universal energy;
Purpose fulfilled, because despite what everyone tells you;
The purpose of life is to live.
No-thing left to carry with you.

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How To Ruin Your Child’s Training

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Children just love to train.  Most normal children will accept grades and rewards as and when they arrive and are not too concerned by them, their love is to be a part of a club, move their bodies and learn.

Wise parents give them the gift of putting them into a good club and letting them experience that unhindered, damaged parents push their children to fulfil their own ambitions and pass that damage onto their children. A good Instructor will only grade when the child is ready, irrespective of a pushy parent and this puts pressure on to the child, ultimately making them feel that they are a disappointment and they inevitably give up feeling that they are a failure.

So here are a few do’s and dont’s:

Don’t tell a child that they are ready for grading, leave that to the Instructor.

Don’t compare your child to others in the club, they all progress at different rates.

Don’t coach your child from the sidelines, that makes you really ‘pushy’.

Don’t ‘push’ an Instructor to grade your child as that will only upset them and your child.

Do ask for feedback on what your child can do to improve their training, (good Instructor’s love that).

Do encourage your child to train and enjoy their training as much as possible.

Do train yourself so that you can understand the process, parents and children that train together at home bond and do extremely well.

Do watch your child training to show interest.

Do congratulate them for taking part whether they pass or fail, gradings will then come in their own time and when they are ready. 

We all love our children, but it’s easy to damage them without realising it and make them feel like they are a failure. Children progress at different rates at different ages and it also depends on natural ability, what else is going on in their life and what kind of support you give them.

And who would want their child wearing a grade that they weren’t worth? That has to be the worse thing a pushy parent and weak Instructor could ever do to a child.

 

 

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