Well good day everyone. It's a fine day so far. Kinda windy and smokey, but still a good day. Any how. Been hitting up the open training the last two weeks. It's been a lot of fun. Two weeks ago I go a lot of help with 18 temple motions. I enjoy that form. Well, any thing kung fu, I enjoy. Hand forms are a lot of fun. Some of the basics of how to move are in our forms. This week, I had the pleasure of finally working with another human being! Out in the beach here, it's near impossible to find a training partner, let alone, have someone come out here, or meet with someone. Busy, everyone, including myself, are busy. A weird little word. So small, but has such a huge definition. Ah, sorry I'm busy. Doesn't explain much, but, it tells you eniugh. So that's cool, I don't mind, I'm used to it. But, in order to properly build and put techniques together, you need a person, in the final stages. Mr.S, was there to literally lend an arm, and you know what, we built and played with some really cool techniques. A few came outta nowhere. There was a few that turned to be straight up muscle and no tech. Put that one away! Some that came outta the books, and some that were like, wow! What was that? That was awesome. Let's do that again!!
I really enjoy playing with techniques. And, I guess it shows. I was complimented on "seeing" these techniques! Thanks, that was a nice compliment to hear. Honestly, I put a lot of time and effort into seeing ways the body can move in respect to our style. I'm not perfect of course, but, I'm darn close!! Just kidding! Constantly drawing in my book. Writing out techniques. Looking at the pros of this and the cons of that. Kung fu is always on my mind. Techniques and movements are almost always cycling in my mind.
I have this thought. A circle, is a very devastating shape. No beginnings and no ends. No corners or hard lines. Circles can be ovaled, or very large, or very tiny. Somebody moving in non-linear fashion, can be exceptionally hard to judge and predict. Circular motions, once started, can start slowly, but, the energy inside a circle continues to build and build until it is unleashed. Therefore creating something like a tornado! Don't believe me? Spin yourself in a circle, keeping your energy in constant and you will be in a continual state of acceleration. Try it. It's a solid test to my testimony.
The thing for me, is, all of my techniques have come out of our ciriculum. Mainly, from our hand forms. Here's another thought. If our hand forms are, ways to teach our bodies to move and adapt to different situations, then, we must learn to apply these forms to our realistic movements. I may be off the mark here, but, stay with me here. If our hand forms teach different ways to move or "how to move", and the techniques in our ciriculum tech us "How to strike" then, I feel, when we put all of that together with an opponent, you learn "when to strike"; therefore creating an endless supply of learning lessons.
For example. Yesterday before we called the afternoon, we were just playing. What would you do if I did this, or that? Nothing more than opening doors for different movements. How the body flows this way or that way, in regards to my partner and a knife or his foot, or his hand? From there, you can calculate timing, movement speed, and hopefully find the best way, for you, to diffuse a situation. Simply from him slashing his knife, I learnt, how his body moved, in an exaggerated fashion; therefore showing me, when I should compress or expand. The "how to move". That leads me to, depending on the circumstances of where the weapon is and where his body is, in respect to mine, I can see how I would try to dis-arm my opponent. What techniques will work here. The "how to strike". From there, while still in motion, while putting the first two steps together, you can feel and see the "when to strike". All three components put together create, your self defense.
While we practice and figure things out, there are failures, learning lessons. After trying that and trying this, will you truly find success. You'll get stabbed and slashed and punched and kicked, but, honestly, how else will you learn what works for you? That's why we train! Some of mr.S's techs worked great for him, and not so much for me, and vica-versa! I am me and he is him. It would work for me, maybe not the best for him. But, we will never know unless we train and try.
"It doesn't make you bad loosing to Rob Van Dam; it just makes you like everyone else"
Rob Van Dam (1970-present)
So, until next time everyone.
See you soon
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 16 July 2017
Sunday, 2 July 2017
A Blast Into The Past
Why good day there people! It's mr.D here. Live and uncut!! Uh-oh. Well, it's that time of the year again. That time of the year, that I celebrate putting down my poisons and picking up the big books.
Today, I don't know, I don't like to dwell in the past, but I can not close the door on my past either. It was funny last night I was talking to some folks and about 930 last night I said, oh look, six years ago at about this exact time, I started my last black out drunk. Oh the memories I do not have!! Haha. See I can laugh about that stuff today. I can joke and laugh at myself and my utter stupidity. There was a time, where I was absolutely embarrassed to even think about the wreckage of my past. But, as the mind clears and the works gets done, you realize just how much laughter does heal the soul. Pencil to paper, we fearlessly rip apart our past. We take an honest look at our side of the street. Our side only, is the key word there. I used to blame my drinking on my folks, and society and my job and my kids and my dog and the traffic and the weather and the moon and so on for forever more. Once I learnt the essence of the Program, I learnt a very valuable lesson. It's not other folks and their problems, that were my problems, it was my issues and mine alone. I took so much so personally, that, I didn't know whether I was coming or going. I drank to wash away my dreams and my life goals. I mean believe it or not, I was going to be a professional wrestler. That's right. I wanted to be like Stone Cold Steve Austin and Razor Ramon. Like some mutation of a Stone Cold Razor Ramon!! My heart pumped and emotions always rode tall when I turned on Monday night raw and Monday night Nitro. Yelling and screaming at the screen. Doing everything I could to cheer them on from my basement. I wanted to be on that main stage on tv, jaw jacking trash talking. Let's be honest right here, right now. When I started watching wrestling at the age of 5, I was in love. Those big strong guys doing all those really awesome stunts big moves and flying off the top turnbuckle. These guys turned into my idols. When all you see is negative self destructive lifestyles, the only heroes I had where fake ass people on some god damn fake tv show. They were the only positive thing I had in my life. No joke. Gotta pull from somewhere. Honestly, I mean happy I had at least that. Some people had even less than me.
Man I wanted it. I started training. Lifting weights, started to take my body and mind seriously. I started throwing myself and hitting the ground hard. I asked for a weight set, and the response was, why, you can't even pick yourself up! Truck off man, I'm trying here. No idea what I was doing, but, I was training!! I was about 15 when I decided, yup, that's what I am going to do! So I would push myself. I would stay up late and crush some sit-ups and push ups while watching the live broadcasting. I was in love. I would wander the town with tooth picks and matches in my mouth. I thought up promos and characters I could develope. Then I heard one day, that there was a wrestling school in Calgary, run by the Hart Foundation. Awesome. These guys where the best as it was. Brett and Owen Hart. I could go to regular school all week and hit hart foundation on weekends. I had it all figured out. Well, not really, but I had a plan. The wrestlers that came outta that school where always on tv. They were always top performers and their wrestling abilities were envious. Excellence of execution. I couldn't wait. I even had a job lined up to pay for the training and travel.
The day came where I finally worked up the courage to talk to my folks about this dream of mine. And it went like, That's stupid. Just like your karate and art work. It is not a way to make a living. You should be an engineer. In fact you will be an engineer. That's what you will do will. So stay in school. I figured out that my folks wanted to live their dreams through me. Not fair. Not cool. And in the matter of seconds another dream crushed and more resentments built up. It was about then that I said f&ck this, and walked into a depression and stayed there for almost eleven years. Shortly after hearing crap like that again and again, I hated that I could not dream for myself or have my own desires. My folks where hell bent on me Going to college or some crap, but, if anybody actually knew me, I hated school. I was there because I had to be. The kids, the teachers, the little clicks, the crap you learnt that doesn't do you any bit of good in the real world. Nobody gives two sweat craps that you can make gun powered outta limestone, that tid bit will not get you food. Nope I put it to the test. Fell flat on my face.
Even though, I started drinking way earlier in life, I didn't want it, like I wanted it after these constant let downs. I always knew, without the shadow of a doubt that, I wanted Alcohol in my life. Booze never ever let me down. It never told me no. It never showed me doubt or hesitation. It was always there for me, unlike a lot of people in my life at those times. I turned my back on a lot of people too, because, booze was there and they were not. And besides everyone else drank so I will too. If I can't chase my dreams then I will chase this bottle. At the time, I'm not sure if that's what I thought or if I just hated everyone and wanted the escape. And escape I did, right until I could no longer put the bottle down. I escaped alright, but I had no idea on how to come home. But, that's how I dealt with stuff as a kid. Then I learnt that with a few punches or aggressive behaviour I can get what I wanted outta people. I was not the biggest guy around, so I had to get crazy, and crazy, became my middle name!! Ol' Wild Willie was my nickname for years and years.
Boy, I'm kinda jumping around today, but, meh, whatever. Today, where am I? Well, listen here, even though, yes, it sounds like I blame a lot on my folks. The fact of it all, is this. They did the best they could have, with the tools they had. I could have chased that dream. I could have just packed my bags and left town. But I didn't. I chose not too. As much as the negativity wasn't my fault, the response, I was responsible for. I wish I knew that, but, I didnt. Today though, I am not able to chase my dreams of wrestling, but I have this gift of Kung fu. Kung fu, was another childhood dream. A dream that today's, after lots of works, I am allowed to chase. I will never be a WWE World Heavy Weight Champion, I know that. But, I can still be a Silent River Grand Champion. And that there folks, is all I need. I will cut my own promos! Like oh better watch yourselves cause at the Tiger Challenge, Wild Willie is coming back for a one event showing!! One time only, crazy eyes is coming to dance! Haha.
With all this being said. With having to go through all this crap and laying and living in ditches. Getting beat up and beat down. Running from and after people. Living in such conditions and flat out hating everyone, honestly, I would not change one thing. Not today. I'm happy with my life. I'm happy I'm living this life, they way I am. The God lord gave me a good life, it's up to me to accept it and make it better. I have a handful of really good friends, there's people who would fight for me, that's a first. But, most importantly, above all else, I am sober. I don't have to look for my vehicle or wonder if I ran someone over last night. I can just simply be.......
"You can talk of your Psalms 3:16 and your John 3:16, but Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass and that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold says so"
Stone Cold Steve Austin 1964-present
Anyways, I am going to enjoy my six year sobriety date. You guys enjoy your days
Until next time
Mr.Duncan
Today, I don't know, I don't like to dwell in the past, but I can not close the door on my past either. It was funny last night I was talking to some folks and about 930 last night I said, oh look, six years ago at about this exact time, I started my last black out drunk. Oh the memories I do not have!! Haha. See I can laugh about that stuff today. I can joke and laugh at myself and my utter stupidity. There was a time, where I was absolutely embarrassed to even think about the wreckage of my past. But, as the mind clears and the works gets done, you realize just how much laughter does heal the soul. Pencil to paper, we fearlessly rip apart our past. We take an honest look at our side of the street. Our side only, is the key word there. I used to blame my drinking on my folks, and society and my job and my kids and my dog and the traffic and the weather and the moon and so on for forever more. Once I learnt the essence of the Program, I learnt a very valuable lesson. It's not other folks and their problems, that were my problems, it was my issues and mine alone. I took so much so personally, that, I didn't know whether I was coming or going. I drank to wash away my dreams and my life goals. I mean believe it or not, I was going to be a professional wrestler. That's right. I wanted to be like Stone Cold Steve Austin and Razor Ramon. Like some mutation of a Stone Cold Razor Ramon!! My heart pumped and emotions always rode tall when I turned on Monday night raw and Monday night Nitro. Yelling and screaming at the screen. Doing everything I could to cheer them on from my basement. I wanted to be on that main stage on tv, jaw jacking trash talking. Let's be honest right here, right now. When I started watching wrestling at the age of 5, I was in love. Those big strong guys doing all those really awesome stunts big moves and flying off the top turnbuckle. These guys turned into my idols. When all you see is negative self destructive lifestyles, the only heroes I had where fake ass people on some god damn fake tv show. They were the only positive thing I had in my life. No joke. Gotta pull from somewhere. Honestly, I mean happy I had at least that. Some people had even less than me.
Man I wanted it. I started training. Lifting weights, started to take my body and mind seriously. I started throwing myself and hitting the ground hard. I asked for a weight set, and the response was, why, you can't even pick yourself up! Truck off man, I'm trying here. No idea what I was doing, but, I was training!! I was about 15 when I decided, yup, that's what I am going to do! So I would push myself. I would stay up late and crush some sit-ups and push ups while watching the live broadcasting. I was in love. I would wander the town with tooth picks and matches in my mouth. I thought up promos and characters I could develope. Then I heard one day, that there was a wrestling school in Calgary, run by the Hart Foundation. Awesome. These guys where the best as it was. Brett and Owen Hart. I could go to regular school all week and hit hart foundation on weekends. I had it all figured out. Well, not really, but I had a plan. The wrestlers that came outta that school where always on tv. They were always top performers and their wrestling abilities were envious. Excellence of execution. I couldn't wait. I even had a job lined up to pay for the training and travel.
The day came where I finally worked up the courage to talk to my folks about this dream of mine. And it went like, That's stupid. Just like your karate and art work. It is not a way to make a living. You should be an engineer. In fact you will be an engineer. That's what you will do will. So stay in school. I figured out that my folks wanted to live their dreams through me. Not fair. Not cool. And in the matter of seconds another dream crushed and more resentments built up. It was about then that I said f&ck this, and walked into a depression and stayed there for almost eleven years. Shortly after hearing crap like that again and again, I hated that I could not dream for myself or have my own desires. My folks where hell bent on me Going to college or some crap, but, if anybody actually knew me, I hated school. I was there because I had to be. The kids, the teachers, the little clicks, the crap you learnt that doesn't do you any bit of good in the real world. Nobody gives two sweat craps that you can make gun powered outta limestone, that tid bit will not get you food. Nope I put it to the test. Fell flat on my face.
Even though, I started drinking way earlier in life, I didn't want it, like I wanted it after these constant let downs. I always knew, without the shadow of a doubt that, I wanted Alcohol in my life. Booze never ever let me down. It never told me no. It never showed me doubt or hesitation. It was always there for me, unlike a lot of people in my life at those times. I turned my back on a lot of people too, because, booze was there and they were not. And besides everyone else drank so I will too. If I can't chase my dreams then I will chase this bottle. At the time, I'm not sure if that's what I thought or if I just hated everyone and wanted the escape. And escape I did, right until I could no longer put the bottle down. I escaped alright, but I had no idea on how to come home. But, that's how I dealt with stuff as a kid. Then I learnt that with a few punches or aggressive behaviour I can get what I wanted outta people. I was not the biggest guy around, so I had to get crazy, and crazy, became my middle name!! Ol' Wild Willie was my nickname for years and years.
Boy, I'm kinda jumping around today, but, meh, whatever. Today, where am I? Well, listen here, even though, yes, it sounds like I blame a lot on my folks. The fact of it all, is this. They did the best they could have, with the tools they had. I could have chased that dream. I could have just packed my bags and left town. But I didn't. I chose not too. As much as the negativity wasn't my fault, the response, I was responsible for. I wish I knew that, but, I didnt. Today though, I am not able to chase my dreams of wrestling, but I have this gift of Kung fu. Kung fu, was another childhood dream. A dream that today's, after lots of works, I am allowed to chase. I will never be a WWE World Heavy Weight Champion, I know that. But, I can still be a Silent River Grand Champion. And that there folks, is all I need. I will cut my own promos! Like oh better watch yourselves cause at the Tiger Challenge, Wild Willie is coming back for a one event showing!! One time only, crazy eyes is coming to dance! Haha.
With all this being said. With having to go through all this crap and laying and living in ditches. Getting beat up and beat down. Running from and after people. Living in such conditions and flat out hating everyone, honestly, I would not change one thing. Not today. I'm happy with my life. I'm happy I'm living this life, they way I am. The God lord gave me a good life, it's up to me to accept it and make it better. I have a handful of really good friends, there's people who would fight for me, that's a first. But, most importantly, above all else, I am sober. I don't have to look for my vehicle or wonder if I ran someone over last night. I can just simply be.......
"You can talk of your Psalms 3:16 and your John 3:16, but Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass and that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold says so"
Stone Cold Steve Austin 1964-present
Anyways, I am going to enjoy my six year sobriety date. You guys enjoy your days
Until next time
Mr.Duncan
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