In Hamburg earlier this week, a dweeby looking guy was about to cross the street as a small red van turned into the road, causing him to have to wait a second longer. In his momentary and totally unreasonable pique, he whacked the back of the van angrily with his hand, full force, producing enough of a loud bang to draw the attention of everyone in the vicinity, including your writer, crossed the road and carried on walking. The guy driving, slammed on his brakes, got out, walked swiftly up to the perpetrator, said something and then slightly angrily but surprisingly compassionately delivered a most perfectly executed surgical inch-punch to the side of his face – not hard, just enough to wake him up, but absolutely perfectly done – evidently a trained martial artist.
Then without ceremony, he turned, walked back to his van, shot me a glance as if to say, ‘regrettable but had to be done’, got back in his van and drove off, while the dweeb did a slightly embarrassed act of pretending nothing had happened and walked off down the road. It was all most surreal. Especially, when not moments later, totally unconnected, another guy came staggering round the corner holding the side of his face, blood squirting like a special effect all over his clothes, along the ground and everywhere, having evidently just been punched with way less surgical precision or compassion (by someone else, not the martial artist).
Significance
I wasn’t sure of the significance, other than there’s a fair amount of suppressed rage in that region of the city, but it did somehow indicate that if everyone were to be trained in martial arts from childhood, there might be less damage done when people did resort to fighting as a way to communicate.
The old martial arts maxim is that if you ever have to use it, you’ve already made your first mistake, implying that you must always endeavor to communicate verbally to negotiate your passage through even the stickiest or most untoward situations.
Though I have to say, there was something aesthetically balanced about it all and none of the players in this vignette were mortally hurt, so all’s well that ends well.
I did wonder, though, if it was an external reflection of me unconsciously delivering inch punches and worse to myself, so have since been looking at reducing any residual propensity for battering myself with hailstorms of self-limiting, fearful thoughts and am indeed noticing a subtle benign change occurring in the deeper recesses of my being.
Breathing
Eventually it comes back to the breathing. The more freely and luxuriantly I breathe (in and out), the more relaxed, present, cohesive and hence, confident, hence loving and open I feel from moment to moment.
I wasn’t planning this to be a blog about breathing, though of course, there’s nothing as important
I wasn’t actually planning it to be a blog about anything in particular, but nor did I intend it to be a mere waffle.
The Tao
My intention was a raw, unformed, un-carved urge to transmit the huge and palpable love in my heart and poignancy in my soul to you, the words and content only to provide some sort of mechanism to join us together momentarily in consciousness to facilitate such a transmission, behind which lies a deeper intention to allow the Tao to see itself through us and us to see the Tao by it.
And that urge, in all of us, I suspect is the Tao itself urging itself through us.
When I gaze out at the world beyond my large and multiple windows, over the hills of Ibiza and far away, I detect the subtle possibility of a portal opening to the subatomic realm, wherein we have an opportunity now to effect a shift of conditions for the better for everyone.
To enhance and support such an endeavor and provide a viable soundtrack, at least for 14 minutes, 30 seconds worth of the ride, I’ve dedicated my drum ‘n’ bass symphony, The Wave, as a gift to the world, which you’ll find here, if you haven’t been there already.
May we carry on and on and the results of our doing so (in love, joy, health and plenty) be sublime.
With love, Supercharged
The more freely and luxuriantly you breathe (in and out), the more relaxed, present, cohesive and hence, confident, hence loving and open you feel from moment to moment.
