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A Martial Art Disappears!

Okay,
let’s talk about that great fount of info,
youtube.

I like youtube,
it tells you about lots of arts.
Unfortunately,
it doesn’t teach.
It shows,
but there is no instruction.
This is okay
if you have lots of experience,
but if you don’t
then you are getting,
at best,
what the amateurs think,
at worst,
wrong ideas,
if any ideas at all.

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Neutronics,
the most powerful information int he history of the martial arts

I always remember something I read,
so many years ago.
If you want to get excited,
read a headline,
if you want to get educated,
read a book.
Or,
in keeping with this theme,
do a book/video course.

I think the original concept was,
excitable and slanted info from a newspaper,
not much info at all.
A better rounded picture,
but the data is only the surface variety,
not in depth.
Read a book,
get the whole picture.

Interesting,
eh?
Especially in light of this age of information
we are entering.

And,
of course,
(grin)
the best source of martial arts info on the planet
is Monster Martial Arts.
Of course.

And,
I should tell you at this point,
that Blinding Steel is coming down.
I’m taking it off the website.
Don’t know for how long,
maybe for good,
maybe for a while,
but,
if you want the price it is offered at now,
get it quick.

Blinding Steel is my heart,
Monkey Boxing,
it’s goot ALL sorts of data
about who to get faster,
a logical method for weapons,
disarming,
transitioning to throws,
and so on.
Very potent stuff.
I always recommend you get Matrix Karate,
and the Master Instructor Course,
because that is the heart of the matrixing method.
But the end result of the matrixing method
is Blinding Steel.

So pick it up quick,
it won’t be back,
at least not at this price.

The good news,
I’m putting it together with an intro course
that I am referring to as Binary Martial Arts.
I undercut even Matrixing,
I get down to why the martial arts are a fantasy,
for that matter,
why you are a fantasy,
and I tell the truth about the martial arts,
how to make them not a fantasy,
how to make a real art evolve,
which makes yourself evolve.

More on that later.
Probably a week or two before I have that all polished up.
I have it written,
and it is a whammed slammer.
In fact,
it is so powerful,
and it made me realize something:
this stuff that I am doing,
this matrixing and neutronics,
is more powerful than
The Tao (Lao Tsu)
or even zen.

When people look back at this era,
at what happened to the martial arts
at the dawn of the information age,
they will point to Matrixing and Neutronics,
as the single most potent occurrence,
in the history of the martial arts.
I’m not bragging,
it is just is the value of information.
It is the the fat of mysticism
becoming a science,
a logic,
an actual technology.

When you think about it,
The Tao (for instance)
was exiting the stone age,
it was concepts being written down and passed on.
But the concepts weren’t ordered
or even understood.
Matrixing changes that.
Matrixing is the transition from mysticism
into definable knowledge.

Okay,
I’ve talked long enough.
Remember,
Blinding Steel,
last chance to get it,
right here…

http://monstermartialarts.com/martial-arts/3a-blinding-steel-matrixing-weapons/

Have a great work out!
Al

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A Strange Martial Arts Fear

Newsletter 749
What are You Really Afraid Of!

A fellow wrote me a couple of weeks ago,
and told me of an interesting situation.
He has a friend,
and the friend practices martial arts.
Day after day he goes to the dojo,
and receives the lessons of pain and bruises.

american karateHe’s dedicated.
Martial Arts are the monkey on his back,
and he firmly convinced
that without pain,
there is no gain.

Interesting viewpoint.
Pain is a warning sign,
means some part of your body is in danger,
change what you are doing.

Of course,
there is the good pain,
going through fatigue,
pushing yourself through hard work outs,
risking a few bruises or a bloody nose
just to learn a little extra.
But…be careful.
Pain is definitely a warning bell.

Now,
that understood,
the fellow who wrote me,
who studies matrixing,
sat down with his friend
and explained the facts of life.
He explained that pain is a warning sign,
and he told this fellow
about how to use energy,
how to move without risking the body,
and all sorts of things.

The fellow was blown away.
It made sense,
and he really started examining what he was doing,
and then he made a rather bizarre statement.
He was afraid that matrixing
would undo what he was learning,
and he was afraid that his instructor
wouldn’t like what he was learning.

He’s being taught to take a good kick in the balls,
but he’s afraid that getting out of the way
will end the experience of being kicked in the balls.
And he’s afraid that the guy who is kicking him in the balls
won’t like that he is learning not to be kicked in the balls.
Think about it.

The Chinese did not have logic,
nor did any of the Asian Martial Arts.
Over the millennium
they devised amazing systems,
systems based on the memorizing of random strings of data.
Sort of like running a two mile maze
to get from A to B,
which,
in truth,
was only a 100 yards apart.

These systems really are amazing,
but,
they are easily replaced by this thing called logic.
Good logic,
interestingly enough,
looks like common sense.
But,
you know common sense,
it’s not common.

Anyway,
the point here is that when you matrix
you are supposed to unlearn things.
You are supposed to take apart these random strings of data,
and put them together in a more logical format.

To be afraid that you aren’t unlearning,
is to be afraid of learning (logic).
Is to be trapped by mysticism.

And,
what is going to happen if you actually unlearn illogic,
and learn real logic?
Are you going to turn to stone?
Is your instructor going to take away your belt?
(you didn’t really learn anything, you fool!)
What?

Anyway,
i wish I had a good end to this tale I have just told you,
but my understanding is that the fellow
went back to systems of pain and randomity.
He didn’t pursue matrixing,
and you know what happens now…
in a few months or years
he will start figuring some of the stuff out
that he was told,
and he will say the incredible
‘We have that in our system.’
He won’t associate what he was told,
with what pops up in his head
in a few months or years.

Heck,
people will probably even be in awe of him,
such brilliance.

Ah, well,
that’s life.

But,
for those of you who aren’t afraid,
who have the ability to take things apart,
and simply fix them,
the name of the place is
MonsterMartialArts.com.

If you’re new to this stuff,
check out Matrix Karate.
If you’re old to the game,
just go through the site and figure out your next step.

And,
whatever you do,
have a great work out!
Al

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Merry Xmas Monster Martial Arts Stye!

 A Martial Arts Xmas to You!

Good morning!
It’s almost Xmas!
Almost time to sneak down
and open the presents the night before!
Find that set of throwing stars, 
or shiny, new sword,
or other implement for keeping world peace.
Heh.
And,
speaking of the night before,
it is time for my yearly rendering of
The Night Before Xmas!
Monster Martial Arts Style,
of course.

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HanaKwanMass to Freedom Fighters the World Over!

But,
before I offend everybody,
let me remind you,
I have two specials going on.

One,
Rolling Fists is half price,
because I have a bunch of labels
that faded.
Email me for details.

Two,
the HanaKwanMass two for one special!
That’s right,
get any course,
and email me afterward
for any other course
of equal or lesser value!

AND…
speaking of HanaKwanMass,
it stands for Hanukah/Kwanza/Xmas,
it is my attempt to offend
EVERY politically correct person I can.
Simply,
if somebody who is purple,
believes different than you,
is from faroutistan,
wishes you a happy whatever holiday,
TAKE IT AND LOVE IT!
And wish them well back!

Okay,
enough bushwah,
let’s get down to the one poem
that I do year after year,
which offends anybody with sensibility
but is a hoot to a martial artist…

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS!

Twas the night before Christmas
I was in my shack
primed and ready
for the red fat attack.

my weapons were loaded
the windows were barred
all would be safe
while I was on guard

The chimney was decked
with concertina wire
I crouched by the couch
ready to fire.

I had an M60
with ammo to feed
I didn’t care
if the red fat did bleed.

A loaded shotgun
and grenades to spare
when red fat came down
I’d blow him out of there.

Throwing stars and knives
and a really long sword
and if that didn’t work
I knew a bad word.

Sitting there late
my eyes started to close
when suddenly I heard
a bunch of ho hos.

Off with the lights
safety off, too
I  watched the fire close
and heard a sound from the flu.

‘Ouch and gosh darn it
who put the wire here
those are my undies
starting to tear!’

Then a shower of soot
and a grunt and a groan
he landed in the fire
and gave out a moan.

He was rubbing the place
where the wire did tear
so I held down the trigger
and lead filled the air.

belt after belt
did I deal the red fat
he danced and he jumped
I knew he felt that!

then quicker than spit
I ran out of lead
but enough was enough
he had to be dead.

Boy was I shocked
to see him stand tall
stepping out of the fireplace
not bothered at all.

So I grabbed up the 16
to mow him down
he had to be hurting
cause I saw his big frown.

Then I was empty
and he came straight for me
I pulled out my knives
and sliced him with glee

He jumped to the side
moving real quick
disarmed my knives
with a well placed kick

then he dropped the big bag
he had on his shoulder
reached forth his arms
and his anger did smolder

He grabbed hard my neck
and held me up high
I tried kicks and punches
but I was like a fly

Not karate nor judo
no art did work
and he grinned a mean grin
and called me a jerk

‘Don’t you know
you stupid little man
Christmas is forever
in spite of your plan.’

Then he threw me aside
and proceeded to work
giving presents to all
and to me a great smirk

And when he left
the great big red fat
he left me a lump of coal
the big red fat rat!

HANAKWANMASS TO ALL

and to all a great work out.

Al

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Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and Jackie Chan Decide Who is the Best Martial Artist!

Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and Jackie Chan fight to the Finish!

What many people don’t know is that Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and Jackie Chan got together to decide who was the best martial artist of all time.

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You think I’m gonna get fat, my friend?

bruce lee kenpo trainingI know, you think this is a crock, that Bruce Lee is dead, so this couldn’t happen.

But the truth is that Bruce Lee is actually alive, his death was faked, and he has been living in a government compound with other people who have gone into hiding. This compound houses such entities as Judge Crater, Jimmy Hoffa, Elvis, Jim Morrison, Marylyn Monroe, and so on.

You know, people who have become so big, so iconic, that they pose a threat to the government.

So just last month, because of concerns raised in an article written by Al Case in his FreeMartialArts website, ‘Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Jet Li: Who is the Best Martial Artist?’ Bruce, Jet and Jackie came together to decide, with fists, who was the best Kung Fu fighter.

Mind you, the fact that they were so willing to come together in the first place proves that these three legends have thought about this on their own.

To be honest, they respect each other, this was obvious to this writer, who was the only invited spectator, but they also have a bit of disdain for each other. After all, they have all seen each others movies, and they all have their legion of fans calling them the best, all of which stokes their personal ego

Jet Li arrived first at the Chinatown warehouse selected for this one of a kind Martial Arts tournament. He sauntered in, swathed in sunglasses and a fancy, white scarf. Every inch the movie star, the youngest of the trio, he puffed on a thin cheroot and had a babe on each arm.

Jackie arrived second. He is the second youngest, or oldest, depending on whether you are half empty or half full, and he hobbled in on a pair of crutches with both of his arms in casts.

With a friendly sneer Jet stood up and helped him to a seat.

“Thanks, Jet,” murmured Jackie. “Did you know I have broken every bone in my body? I’ve got so much arthritis I could bottle it.” He struggled to bend his knees and sat down in a chair, wiping his brow and trying to shrug off the pain.

Then he pulled out a quart bottle of whiskey and drank the whole thing. Canadian Mist, I believe.

Then the grand old man, the Little Dragon himself, Bruce Lee was rolled into the room. His chin overlapped another chin, which overlapped another chin, and it was fortunate that he had his own motorized wheel chair, for he couldn’t get up if he had to.

“Hi guys,” He wheeled to a position facing Jet and Jackie. “Elvis has been cooking for me. He makes these great peanut butter and banana and bacon sandwiches. He slathers them with mayo, first, then slices up cubes of butter, and he makes sure he soaks the white bread with the bacon juice. I tell ya, man, nothing goes to waste with E. Sort of makes up for all those years of drinking that stupid vegetable juice i did.”

He moped the sweat off his forehead.

“Okay, so we gonna fight, or what?” asked Jackie, ending the pleasantries.

“I sorta thought we’d talk about it, first,” said Bruce, reaching for an oxygen mask he kept hanging over the back of the wheelchair.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, old man,” snapped Jet.

“Jet, baby, can we go back to the hotel room?” whined one of the babes on his arms.

And, at this point, this writer must point out that it didn’t look like Jet had his arms out for the girls to hold, rather, it looked like they were holding him up by the arms!

“Are you all right?” this concerned and solicitous writer asked Mr. Li.

“Yeah, man. Just a little tired,” he sagged in the girls’ grip, and this writer knew the cause: Jet had been exhausted by the two girls prior to coming to this meeting!

Jackie responded with, “I think we could do without the physicality if we just counted fans, people who have seen our movies, that sort of thing.

“You’ve got more movies!” protested the Little Dragon.

“You’ve had longer for people to see your movies,” countered Jackie.

Jet laughed. “A communist, and he wants to vote!”

“Hey!” protested Jackie. “No need to insult! you got a better idea?”

“You guys could get wheel chairs and we could have a race,” gasped Bruce, then drawing deeply on his oxygen tank.

This writer, observing that these three men were too old, too out of shape to really fight, said, “Maybe we should forget about a fight. I don’t want anybody to get hurt.”

“Don’t be an idiot!” rasped Bruce.

“You idiot!” shouted Jackie.

“Guy’s not very smart,” opined Jet.

“You stupid,” said Bruce with a look of disgust.

Then they began to really insult your faithful correspondent. They called him a dope, said he sat on his brains, and would flunk as a paperweight.

That he was a bad writer and a lousy martial artist.

That he voted for Barack Obama.

And Bruce said, again, “You stupid.”

Finally, outraged all, these three incredible martial artists, Bruce Lee,Jet Li and Jackie Chan, shoved this writer out of the door.

Jet snapped, “We’ll have our own fight, and you aren’t invited!”

Jackie chimed in with, “We’ll let you know who wins!”

And Bruce merely rolled his head back and forth on his huge and blubber laden frame and said, “You stupid.”

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Hey! What about me? don’t I count for something?

The two girls who had escorted Jet into the warehouse held my arms, their lithe but momentous frames immobilizing me, and I could not get free to return to the warehouse. I struggled, I sear I struggled, but they must have known jujitsu, or MMA, or something, for they held me firm, and even giggled as they did so.

And there I stood, outside the door to the secret warehouse, chagrined and disappointed. Held in place by pulchritudinous and bodacious females, one of which whispered in my ear “Wanna go to our hotel room? and who I could smell whiskey on her breath, and the other who chewed and snapped gum and looked bored.

Silence stared back at me, and then, suddenly, sounds exploded from the warehouse.

“AIEEE!” Bruce whooped.

The sound of furniture breaking.

“You fat—“ more furniture, sounding like it wasn’t just breaking, but actually exploding.

“Call me a commie you capitalistic warpig!”

“AIEEEE! AIEEEE!”

I swear, in my mind, I could see what was happening. Jet turning a somersault, Bruce rolling his wheel chair into Jackie’s chins, Jackie yelling “Ow!”

Bruce doing a straight blast in between pushing on the wheels of his chair, Jet flipping through the air while doing Tai Chi yang long form, Jackie bent double and breathing hard.

Bruce’s JKD lancing into the martial arts defenses of Jet and Jackie.

Jet running up a wall, across he ceiling, and down the other wall, then collapsing before he could strike Bruce in the back of the head.

Jackie rolling across the floor, holding his groin, saying, “Oh, my arthritis hurts!”

For long minutes, at least twenty minutes, the fight went on, the damage must have been incredible, the amount of pain these three warriors could inflict, and take, must have been incredible.

It was a fight that only Wong Jack Man could have survived.

Finally, however, it was over. Whatever had happened had happened, and the damage had been done.

It took a few minutes – this author had to threaten Dim Mak to the bodies of his gorgeous captors – but finally I broke free and pulled open the door to the warehouse.

Every single stick of furniture had been broken. Rugs that had been nailed down were now overturned, and even the paint on the wall was bruised. Doubtless from the massive amounts of secret chi that had been generated by these three superheroes.

Jet sauntered past this writer and into the hallway, my head turned, my eyes wide, to follow him.

A sound from inside the warehouse, and I quickly looked back. Jackie brushed by, quick on his crutches.

My gaze followed him, and Bruce rolled his wheel chair over my toes.

I turned and stared at the three iconic and even legendary martial artists. They stood…well, Bruce sat…and stared at me.

Jet sneered, his arms supported…uh, supporting his babes.

Jackie breathed hard and was bent double and even moaning a little.

Bruce merely looked at my toes and grinned.

“We had our fight,” stated Jet Li.

“And we know who’s best,” said Jackie, straightening up to speak, but immediately bending back over and gasping.

“But we aren’t going to tell you,” said Bruce. And then he added. “You stupid.”

And then they walked…Bruce rolled…away. Into the legends of time, into the myth of history, to hide in government sponsored warehouses to await a time when the world was ready to be influenced by their glory.

And this writer was left with one, and only one, conclusion.

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The author, age 25, 1974. We were all young once, hopefully, we will all grow old.

There are two type of people in this world.

First, there are those who think their art is best, and everybody else is a loser; who take umbrage at this article as being disrespectful to the greatest martial artists of all time; who probably didn’t even finish reading the article before mouthing their opinion as the nefarious and scurrilous nature of the author of this piece to the world.

Second, there are those who chuckle and grin; who might even laugh as hard as Bruce, Jet or Jackie would should they read this article; who order courses from Monster Martial Arts to see if the author actually has some substance behind his disrespectful and loathsome thoughts, and to see if there really is some meat behind this matrixing thing.

Which kind of martial artist are you?

Bruce Lee, the Little Dragon, was born on November 27, 1940. He would have been 74 at the time of this article, and he has been missed by EVERY martial artist in the world.

Jet Li was born on April 26th, 1963, and he was 51 at the time of this article.

Jackie Chan was born April 7, 1954, and he was 60 at the time of this article.

Both Jet and Jackie have stated that they were inspired by Bruce Lee.

About the author: Al Case was born in 1948, and was 66 at the time of this article. He never met Bruce Lee, Jet Li, or Jackie Chan. But he did see their movies, and was blessed by that experience. You can read more of his work, inspired by such as Bruce, Jet and Jackie, at MonsterMartialArts.com. You can subscribe to his blog at Matrix Martial Arts (https://alcase.wordpress.com)

The Real Shaolin History That Nobody Knows!

The real Shaolin History is one of those animals that’s difficult to pin down. One reason for this is that the communist regime controls all history, and rewrites it to suit the state. Another reason is that the current history is of an oral tradition, and therefore quite open to mythicizing.

real shaolin historyThe real history starts with Bodhidharma taking the long journey to China to see the emperor. This tends to build up Bodhidharma at the expense of the emperor, and this isn’t right. The Chinese ruler, you see, was encouraging Buddhist monks to translate texts from sanskrit to Chinese.

The emperor believed that if he saw to the translation of these religious texts the general public would be enabled to study this religion. He believed this would allow him to enter nirvana. Bodhidharma told the emperor otherwise, which gained him nothing but a swift kick in the pants right out the emperor’s doors.

Bodhidharma then sought refuge at a local temple to meet up with other monks, and was turned away. The head abbot apparently thought him a trouble maker, or maybe he just didn’t want to rub elbows with somebody the emperor found wanting.

The temple he was refused entrance to was constructed in an area which had been razed, or burned down, and the emperor’s gardeners had planted new trees. Thus, the temple was named Shaolin (young forest). Nowhere to go, Bodhidharma began living in a cave.

Eventually Bodhidharma gained admittance to the temple, and legends have it that it took nine years, he bored a hole in the cave with his eyesight, he cut off his eyelids and planted them, and all sorts of other rather ludicrous legends. No one knows why he was admitted to the temple, but it was a good thing he was. The monks were in bad physical shape.

The Shaolin monks spent all their time hunched over books (scrolls, etc.) and were a sickly lot. So Bodhidharma taught them a series of movements based on hatha yoga and raja yoga. These movements were based on the 18 main animals of Chinese-Indian iconography, and this was doubtless the source of the five Shaolin animals.

This was the true origin of shaolin kung fu, though it is difficult to say when body conditioning was transformed into actual martial arts. The region was preyed upon by bandits, and it can be safely assumed that somebody whose body is in good physical condition is going to stand a better chance of survival than somebody whose body is not. At any rate this real Shaolin history has more legitimate sources than the various myths and legends which currently abound.

Real Shaolin History means nothing if you don’t study the martial art itself. Head to Monster Martial Arts for the most efficient Shaolin Teaching in the world!

Here’s Why People Suffer from Martial Arts Depression

Feeling depressed or down and you practice the martial arts?

Depression, especially in the martial arts, is one of those things that is so silly, yet it happens. The thing is, most people don’t recognize it.

Somebody gets their black belt in Karate, or Taekwondo, and the world is looking good, but that is the peak. After that they tend to slide down a bit.

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Well, they have reached a goal and need a new one, that is one thing that can happen. No big thing. The solution is to find another school, or avail yourself of the internet and start learning more martial arts.

To stop learning the martial arts because you reached your goal, got your black belt, is to go cold turkey on a major experience in your life.

Now, there is another type of depression that is much more serious, and will slowly steamroll you through the rest of your life.

Most people study the martial arts, they get a black belt, they learn an art, and, for lack of better description, nothing happens. Their art wasn’t true, and they will just go on, bouncing through life.

For a few people, however, the martial arts are an enlightenment. They are unique individuals, or maybe they happened across a true martial art taught by a superior instructor, and they undergo enlightenment.

Now, enlightenment is a funny thing.

One practices a true martial art, the forms align the body, which aligns the mind, which causes the spirit to wake up and say, ‘What? Who? What just happened?’

And then they are awake.

Confused, after a zillion years of sleeping and pretending they don’t really exist, but awake now, and WTF?

Then where do they go? Then what do they do? They are awake, and the rest of the world is asleep, and the frustration starts.

To their awareness the rest of mankind is slow and stupid, and…there is nobody intelligent to talk to. Nobody who understands this concept of being awake. Nobody who understands what they really are.

And, the solution is tougher on this one. After all, psychiatry is designed to shock the earthlings, not deal with people who have woken up. No relief in psychiatry, or any of those other earthling based ‘sciences.’

So what do you do?

You practice the martial arts. What got you there, what put you in the mess, what woke you up, is the solution.

In other words…wake other people up.

I tell you, there is no bigger pleasure in the whole universe than sitting around with a bunch of people who are awake and know what is going on. The rooms seems to glow, everybody is talking with ESP, grinning and laughing, and suddenly you know why you are alive.

I tell you, teaching people how to be enlightened in the martial arts is the most glorious experience in the universe.

And that’s how you deal with depression in the martial arts.

If you liked this article about depression in the martial arts then you should definitely hie on over to MonsterMartialArts.com and look at the section on Case Histories.

How I learned The Shaolin Butterfly Gung Fu

The Shaolin Butterfly Kung Fu

I was getting nowhere studying Kung Fu.
I had twenty plus years of Karate, knew aikido and a bit of Wing Chuna nd Northern Shaolin, but I wanted the temple stuff!
I wanted the things you saw in those great Shaw Brothers movies!
I wanted unique training methods wherein Kung Fu would burst over me and I would suddenly know the secrets of the universe!
One day this fellow walks in, gives his name as Richard, and wants to take Karate.
But I knew he knew something. His attitude, the calm in his eyes…he knew something.
So we talked, and it turned out he knew Tai Chi and Pa Kua, and…Shaolin.
Real Shaolin. Fut Ga Shaolin, which is ‘Five Monks,’ and is so named after the five monks who escaped the burning of the Shaolin temple hundreds of years before.
Now, why did he want to study Karate?
Well, actually, he didn’t. I mean, a little, but what he really wanted was a place to work out.
So we ended up trading systems.
I taught him Karate, and he taught me Shaolin.
Form by form, we went through, and the ancient mysteries, well, they didn’t burst over me, they sort of dribbled.
Don’t get me wrong, it was cool, it was exciting, but, it was also not very logical.
Same as any martial art these days, and more than most (it had had a long time to get messed up), the whole thing was made up of random sequences of motion.
Not everything worked.
Took a long time to learn.
I was in heaven, of course, dribble or burst. But I kept looking for the key to the whole thing.
And there, in one of the forms, was a sequence of steps, and suddenly the dribble did burst.
Man, I took that footwork and began matrixing it. Worked it from every angle, and plugged in Shaolin concepts one after the other.
That opened the door, broke the dam, put fireworks in the sky.
I remember spending hours and hours, late at night, working out in the middle of the street. Didn’t have a dojo in the house, so I just went out in the street, stepped out of the way of the occasional car, and worked my way through Shaolin.
Now it made sense!
Now it was EASY to learn.
And I didn’t give up any of the ancient stuff. Same moves are still there, same techniques, but everything is rearranged so that it makes sense, so that the chi still comes from the moves, but the moves come slick and easy and logical, arranged in perfect order.
I renamed what I was doing The Shaolin Butterfly. The footwork, you see, looked like the wings of a butterfly.
And that is how one of the oldest and most respected forms of gung fu, Fut Ga (Five Monks), became upgraded, empowered, and matrixed.

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