>spent last night meditating. Focusing the mind for the trials ahead. Northern Laos is beautiful and peaceful, just the base for focus. I repeated my mantra, honed it to an automatic state. I practiced shadow movements against a ladder. The guy at the top wasn’t too pleased but I put him out of my mind. I had bigger fish to fry.
A short story. There once was a man called the Yip Man who taught a young Bruce Lee the ancient art of Wing Chun. Bruce made some movies anbd Dan San watched those movies and secretly fanastised and enacting them (He also watched some Jackie Chan but hey its important not to take yourself too seriously. After all, you gotta smile). Alas I digress.
I slept well, calm. I’ve noticed since I purged myself of alcohol my dreams have become more vivid, less open to interpretation. What does that mean? I dunno. What am I? Dr. Phil? The obstacles my enemies tried to put in my way have proved useless. The rough pick-up ride to the border, a futile attempt tp break my concentration merely focused me on the challenge. As we approached their fate, I knew my task.
The stop-off arrived and I dismounted. I remember not the border, the exit stamp. My mind was on the task put before me. My vision was like a stream, moving outward from my body, pointing the way to their fate. The pick-up between borders was spent on the roof, perfectly balanced on toes. There was no turning back.
I approached the enemy with ninjintsu (stealth for those English speakers). They, fearful of their moment, hurried through my visa avoided my eyes and cleared the way whether they knew it or not. I waited for my accomplices, Christine and Estelle, a French girl who spoke better French than me. Damn. My enemies try to distract my mind, hawking and spitting in huge volumes close enough to me to negate negoitations.
I was ready. My moment and their fate was envitable. There would be no mistakes, no half-measures. No misunderstandings that had befallen others. My mantra and body movements moved as one. With upmost stealth I glided towards my foe and my near future and then I enacted.
“Excuse me. Is this China? Where is the bus? You know, bus. Big, yeah. Many people. Brum, brum.”
We are One.
“Now everybody was Kung fu fighting. Those boys were fast as lightning.”
Carl Douglas, 1974