I have a
lifelong friend who has asked me several times to teach him self-defense. He
is in fairly good shape, has good self-discipline and earns enough money to
afford classes yet I continually refuse.
Why, you
ask? Here is a sure thing, a guaranteed student, and we all know how rare
that is. But he really doesn’t need my help. I could learn from him. In fact
we all could, and here is why.
He has
never been in a fight in the 46 years I have known him. He married the first
girl he ever dated, and has worked the same job for over 30 years, loves the
house he bought right out of college, has great kids, now grandchildren. He
already understands, on a level I wish I could reach, how to protect all he
holds dear. He has some kind of awareness we all wish for.
We each
have some kind of unexplainable event, maybe humming a favorite song and
turning on the radio and viola…there it is. Or going to phone a friend only
to pick up the receiver and find them saying, “Wow, your phone didn’t even
ring!” This happens to everyone, meaning it is not just the randomness of
life. Or is it?
I once
was on a 6-hour drive home from a job when I suddenly ‘needed’ to
take an hour detour out of my way, seemingly on a whim. When I got home and
turned on the TV I found there had been a horrific, multiple-car, fatal
accident on my original route about the same time I would have been there.
Master
Chai called me when I was living in Salem, OR a few years ago to tell me he
had been on a connecting flight to Chicago when he suddenly just ‘wanted’ to
catch another flight. The plane he had been on originally went down and
everyone aboard was killed. My conclusion is that all those years of
training paid off right then. And my belief is that this is something he can
teach to us. In fact, we have talked about this subject repeatedly in my
tenure with him.
I believe he can teach us spiritually,
emotionally, and mentally to be greater than what he can teach us
physically. I am particularly interested in this because several times in
Vietnam I knelt down, or stepped aside or behind a tree and ‘whack’ went a
sniper’s bullet. I used to be really in tune, so to speak, and that was
something I really hope I haven’t lost.
But decay
is inevitable, like death, and the aging martial artist must make it
entopic. As our bodies slow down, our abilities should progress. Cases in
point are all around us, from every old master. You know the old guys who
never seem to move but are always in the right place. Uyeshiba, Kano,
Masamarn are names easily recalled. And yes, less we forget, Inosanto and
Sirisute; although they are not that much older chronologically, they are
eons older martially. But they all started at the same place as us, the
bottom – rank beginners, tyro to the stars.
And what
is the beginning you ask? Hell if I know. But I do have a game plan, thanks
to all of my teachers, my parents, and my enemies. At the Chalambok Academy
we assign rank based on the students growth in 4 areas: Self Awareness, Self
Honesty, Self Teaching and Personal Power.
And
although we believe knowledge to be a wheel that everyone climbs on at a
different place, our teachings start with Self Awareness. No one can be
totally Self Honest if they are not Self Aware, body and mind. So that goal
is probably, realistically unobtainable. Still we try. We stress perfect
form without having it ourselves.
It’s no
crime for the teacher to self-deprecate, regardless of level or class. And
Self Teaching is impossible without Self Honesty, although we all are honest
with ourselves to a degree. The circle is endless. The yin/yang symbol is in
the circular footwork of number 3 Krabi-Krabong exercise.
Is that a
coincidence? Is there a deeper plan? Can Self Awareness equate to avoiding
all evil, cultivating good, purifying one’s mind? Christmas Humphries has
devoted essays about the ability of a strong mind to defeat a strong body.
When
Master Chai draws someone from the crowd and makes them fall forward or
backward and spin in circles is he practicing his Self Awareness or teaching
us how to use ours? Stephen Hayes told me to push with the head and pull
with the stomach. It is an emotional device, used to throw the opponent’s
timing off. Master Chai says if you can upset your opponent’s timing this
way, pulling him off balance or stopping him before he starts to move, just
by 1/10 of a second, you can control the confrontation.
Basic
drills of every system are designed to let the student learn about
themselves, their proclivities and tendencies, their abilities both physical
and mental. We continually stress the development of a thinking martial
artist. Master Chai has said over and over that it is a chess game.
Hence the old 42 count, (Ajarn Chai's
42-count was a something, he used to have a big easel with about a 2 x 3
foot piece of paper on it and he would start at the top with step 1,
something like a foot jab and then inexorably work to step 42, sometimes
breaking it up into 17 counts or some number of importance only to him.
Nowadays he seems to stick mostly to smaller numbers. Believe me, it's damn
hard to remember 42 feeds and 42 responses during a seminar.)
That is
why after I have been away on a seminar tour I always return to the basics
to continue my training. I check my stance, my hand position, my breathing.
I start my lifting regime with lighter weights and concentrate on form. I
jog shorter distances and build up again. I look at the four ways to grip a
sword. I get my stretching manual and ensure that I am doing every stretch
properly, synergistically. I do not over train. I do my homework, my basics.
I do this
for my students? No, I do it for myself and they just happen to benefit from
it. After all, I am learning more from them then vice versa. If your basics
aren’t good, you will do poor advanced techniques, it is that simple.
Self-Awareness is the basis for all I try to do.
To quote
Khuen Khru Dan Inosanto, page 15 of his book, ‘The Filipino
Martial Arts’; “Truth is in being yourself, totally and a lively. “ And
Self Awareness, my friends, is truth. You can learn it many ways, some
easier than others. I learned in the crucible that was Vietnam; and it has
taken me the rest of my life to be able to express it as well as I can to
someone who has no way to relate. So for all of you wannabes, users and
takers, players, portrayers and operators, here is a short poem.
Few people can even begin to imagine
standing on the skid of a helicopter.
Yelling through the window to the pilot,
Flying about twenty to thirty feet above a
river through the trees so narrow.
The blades seem to barely clear at about 150
miles an hour,
Wearing a one hundred pound rucksack and
carrying a blooper in your free hand
That you could have a big grin on your face
While your asshole is so tight, a nail
wouldn’t fit.
Looking for anyone mean enough to shoot
first,
Hoping to never to find any enemy.
Just to have a nice morning, which has come
to mean
More and more as you grow shorter and
shorter in time,
But deeper inside maybe enjoying this war.
Vive le Resistance…Chalambok.
chalambok@hotmail.com