Daily Practice – Qigong – Consecutive Day 1, October 24, 2019
Used Guigen Qigong for 35 minutes.
- Knees weak and balance hard. Sinking attention into Huang helped. Started at 50/50, but pulled back some. Squatting felt like collapsing. Heat emitted during Earth. Water slipped into yang quickly. Felt strong, but was probably too yang. Resolved to check on Kidney and yin during sitting meditation. Metal felt weak and thin, like I was a giant flamingo in a high wind. Wood was sludgy, and resentful. Reaching felt like too much (this was when I pulled back the 50/50). Fire felt loose and disorienting, like I was drunk. Twisting was crackly in the body. Lots of skin sensitivity by the end; inflated, warm. Qi was definitely moving. Sense of bubbly in the tissue.
Standing Meditation for 25 minutes.
- Needed to emphasize buttoning up. Stiffness kept body from harmonizing muscle groups. Nasal passages burned at first, indicating dryness in Lung System. Exhale was like exhaustion. Breathing in required force. Body kept shifting and undulating. Hard to use the 6 rings in the legs. In the middle of the time, started to ground and improve. Breathing got better. Focus started to stabilize. Heat rose. Feet started to get warm and spread out. Float was easier. By the end, float in upper half of the body was collapsing and the legs felt thinner. Knees starting to weaken. Very sleepy throughout.
Sitting Meditation for 30 minutes.
- Time flew by. Posture was a bit easier than with standing, but there was weakness in the lumbar. Breathing started out constricted by discomfort in the ribcage. Tension in the Kua made pelvis tilt off, and compromised the base. Float of the upper body kept tipping. Lots of tension rising in shoulders and neck, like a yoke. Mind chained to lower workings. Sense of SELF in superposition was there but, blocked by rubble. Wished at the end that I could take more time, but I’d already taken an hour and a half and I felt so sleepy.
Some background
Nearly every day I practice some small amount of Qi work, through breathing, alignment and intent, but setting aside time to do it properly, with a set program that can deepen my experience and quality, has been intermittent. Day 1 is about trying to get back to that consistency. My sitting meditation needs help to step up to a new level, and if I can get my qigong to heal the body more, I might be able to enter into Neidan practice, which is my current target.
That last time I was consistent was many years ago, and I had achieved a pronounced level of ability. But, I manifested health problems that seemed to undercut my progress, and I let my practice drift in favor of rest and perhaps a certain amount of confused sulking. It eventually become clear to me through study and exploration that what I thought was just Qi work was actually yang Qi work, or just wrong. To the degree that I was doing everything else correctly, I had allowed my internal definition of Qi to emphasize the yang side of Qi — namely, sensations of movement in the tissues, heat emission, brightness and clarity of the internal sight, intense awareness, and the definite response from my clients of feeling change when I practiced Medical Qigong on them.
After my daily practice subsided and I stoped taking Medical Qigong clients, my studies showed that the medical symptoms I was manifesting had to do with yin qi vacuity. Basically, I had burned off a lot of yin without replacing it, and my body was suffering. I couldn’t understand at the time how I could have such pronounced Qi results, while having done it wrong, but the glaring flaw seemed to have to do with yang. Yin and yang were out of balance, and if yang is emphasized, yin can become vacuous. Clearly, I’d emphasized too much yang. So, what was yin?
A few years of re-reading my original sources, or looking for new sources eventually led me to a small passage in an unreliable, but poignant source (I won’t reference here, to be respectful), who wrote of an intense yin experience in which he lost time and heard a loud rushing oscillation sound, like hearing a helicopter land nearby. I remembered such experiences in my own practice from many years before, when I was just beginning. This evolved into recognizing the yin signs of practicing on mountains or in caves, and to the strange example I witnessed in a video of a master practitioner who could push a piece of wood through another piece of wood. The experience wasn’t of strength; there wasn’t any apparent pressure on the stick — it appeared to slide through quickly. Also, it didn’t create a whole for itself; others weren’t able to pull the stick back out. And the same thing didn’t work on formica. The wood had to be touching other wood. These things suggested to me that something not quick physical was happening. It was as though the wood was temporarily phasing, so it could pass through something else of the same type, and when the master stopped it, the stick phased back into synch, and simply became the wood through which it had passed. According to particle physics, that’s possible, but no one’s quite figured out how to do it. Things aren’t solid; they’re made of molecules that float in a magnetic field that pushes at each other, and one solid tends not to be able to pass through the space of another solid because of those fields. Phasing is a word that implies the physics don’t interact strictly according to each other’s rules without the object leaving the physical universe all together. If it were possible to add a quality to an object that adjusted the phasing, then such a thing would be possible.
I concluded from all these things that yin had to do with the magnetic side of the universe, and I delved into studies about Zero Point Energy (ZPE), which is a sort of ripple of energetic activity that occurs at a level so low (essentially cold) that scientists found it impossible for a while to extract the energy in any way. They could tell that some activity was rippling there, but they couldn’t make it do work on any device. Eventually, Hal Putoff figured out how to make it do a little work, and this is often referred to as “free energy,” because you can extract it from the vacuum of space without having to us up any kind of fuel. He figured out that you could put two pieces of material extremely near to each other, but not touching, that were themselves so magnetically dense that they formed a kind of trough through which the fabric of reality flowed less. It’s still there, but it has to be channeled in from the open ends. That channelling, and that differential between in-between the plates and the outside was enough to make a little work happen, which was expressed electrically and captured. He patented it, and it’s how many of us can have security cards that radiate a small id signal so we can wave it over a sensor and get access, but never have to change the battery in the card.
Armed with a growing sensitivity to an aspect of reality that was less about activity and more about structure, order, categorization, relationships, and rules, I began to grow in my understanding of what qi might be. I restudied Bruce Kumar Frantzis’ advanced Water Method writings, and started to pick up on how the yin and yang are both referred to and described experientially. More and more I came to understand that when consciousness tries to do anything, it’s already emerging out of yin to become more yang. Relatively, consciousness is already intensely yang, but when it tries to take action, it becomes more so. When it comes into contact with the Natural Universe, it sort of runs into a wall of yin. Both have both yin and yang, or they wouldn’t exist, but there’s a weird difference to them that causes them to have trouble interacting, or stabilizing that interaction. Like trying to pick up an oiled water balloon, the more pressure you exert, the more it slips away from you. Pressure in the hand trying pick it up, here would be tending to the yang side, and the water balloon would represent something that’s tending toward the yin side. The trying was already where I was going wrong, and my very own yin was slipping out of my grasp.
Practicing Qi work focusing only on yang or yin would prove problematic, but I knew that my weakness in feeling yin was going to keep tripping me up, so I returned to regular meditation, this time intensifying my focus on yin. Letting go was slow. Eventually, I found that trying to let go was, itself, trying and therefore still too yang. When I stopped trying, and just intending to let go, I had to sit and wait. There was a lot of distraction I had to deal with. Finally, my consciousness slowed down enough to notice that not letting go meant I was hanging on, or clutching in some way. I observed the part that resisted or fought, and instead of trying to force a letting go, I just observed it. I began to gain insight into what part of me was actually “doing” that, and allowed the distraction of thoughts about why. What was the origin of this behavior? What feeds it? What urge does it serve? It turns out that such thinking isn’t strictly necessary, but it was my process at the time. Gaining insight, I started to change. Essentially, the part of me that was clasping started to need it less, and so it stopped clasping. A metaphor might be that instead of trying to cut the wires on a machine that was clamping down, or even to find the button to turn it off, I discovered that the machine used to serve a purpose, and doesn’t anymore. Somehow, the machine ceased to be mine, and the clamping ceased to occur.
Another way to describe what started to happen to me was that I intended to absorb more yin, or be more yin, or balance toward yin, and held that intent while I sat in proper posture, and breathed as well as I knew how, and just waited. While waiting, I discovered that I wasn’t actually me; that there were aspects I was sensing as ME that weren’t true expressions of ME. I didn’t want them, and they weren’t ME, but they were habituated, somehow, so they kept happening. By observing them and intending, they faded. In their place, sometimes something else emerged, but often there was nothing specific. More like the sensation of a hole that led to a much larger sense of myself that I didn’t need to explore, so much as allow. The new ME, or perhaps more TRUE ME, needed to express itself out into my life, or the habit would come back and have to be released again in meditation. In a way, the meditation had to continue into daily life, so that the living result that had been built on the habit of clinging had to also stop, and if I depended in any way on that behavior, that dependence had to also be reevaluation. I was touching on a deep structural beam of who I was, and either discovering it wasn’t needed to keep me up, or that it needed to change its nature. Over time, I has sort of propped it up by nailing wood over cracks, wrapping it in duct tape, or propping up another support. The more yin-like meditation was more like replacing the strut with something stronger, or just removing it and letting whatever it was holding up fall into rubble. If it wasn’t me anyway, I should just clean the rubble up and say, ” good riddance.” So it wasn’t just about insights or realizations during meditation. It was about feeling different about who and what I am during meditation and then noticing how my life doesn’t fit right anymore. To complete the work, I had to adjust the life, or allow the life to shift.
After a long time, I started to carry the sensation of letting go with me during my day. I didn’t have to go deep into meditation for a long time to sense that I was clinging in some way, and I’d just immediately phase into a more expanded sense of myself that didn’t cling. I didn’t “try to let go,” so much as simply remember that I was more than this, and that grasping wasn’t necessary. I’m describing how the meditation served to progress into a different way of being in daily life, but I don’t mean to imply that I let go of everything all the time. There was a lot that I could sense as holding, clinging or trying that I couldn’t seem to let go of. Something in me wasn’t changing yet. Anger, for instance got more manageable, and I didn’t flare up as often, but flare ups would still happen.
Along the way, time was passing and the symptoms seemed to travel around my body with the seasons. I learned recently that any attempt to do strength training is essentially a pushing of Qi into the muscular structure, and that muscle tissue is one of the least conductive to Qi. Therefore strength work has a tendency to push the body toward blood stasis. I didn’t understand that, and over the years I kept trying to improve my health by getting a regular physical practice in. I’d do that by pushing myself in walking or jogging, and doing strength training. I didn’t understand then, but can now look back and see the patterns of progress in the one side of my work being compromised by another lifestyle choice, and the back and forth of good with seeming ill health. Stiffness and pain was starting to work its way into my joints, and I suffered more and more from trouble sleeping and dehydration. I’m trying to be honest, in the hopes of showing how there can be progress with problems. My poor little heart keeps getting broken that I’m trying so hard and doing what I learn I should do and even enjoying some good, and then finding something else going wrong. It can feel at the time like a cruel joke, or like its all actually futile. But, something in me doesn’t settle well into futility or carnality, so despite the lapses, I always come back to trying.
My most pronounced and consistent physical symptoms fall in the Chinese Medical Theory into the category of Spleen Qi Vacuity, and the digestive system emits heat often, which indicates too much yang or not enough yin. As part of my progress, I started doing regular distance Medical Qigong treatment with the very capable Jacob Chinn of chinnchinesesmedicine.com. In addition to the Qi work with him, he advised me in learning about the daily life aspect of Spleen and its Earth Element. I could better support the change and healing if I extended the work into my lifestyle, but there was of course much resistance and habit to work through. I learned that Earth involves the quality of understanding that things progress in a piecemeal fashion, with great respect for cycles of activity and rest, and a thorough appreciation for the way things work together. Cooking a recipe requires that you first gather all the things that you’ll need together, and doing that requires attention to quality. Measuring, cutting and preparing has to happen. The recipe is itself an element — a plan that has proven successful, and that you feel excited about. Actually doing everything involves touching, smelling, tasting, watching, listening for the bubbling, or sizzling or the ding of a timer. There is evidence to suggest that cooking with consciousness and love improves its quality. When you finally eat, you’re eating something you’ve gone through all this to prepare, and you tend to digest it better because of that. The whole thing is charged even more if you grow or tend to the food during its infancy, and harvest yourself. All this is part of the Earth Element. By contrast, the way I lived my life could be seen to be drastically imbalanced away from Earth. I wanted everything already prepared, and I didn’t even like to pay attention to what I was eating as I ate. Taking this out of the realm of food and the same could be true. I pounded at work and problems as though to overcome them, and disliked them the whole while. I often wanted to try on my own first, rather than ask for help, or study past knowledge and methods. There were some saving graces. I was still gregarious. I loved being with my friends, being at home, and cuddling close to those people and things that feel supportive. I do my part in those situations, and I don’t rush them; I let them play out. I learned that I had to approach life with much more sensitivity to what level of energy I had at any point in time, and not push past that, while making my daily life more about the gathering and preparing of what I would use and take in. I needed to take care of my home and car and relationships, but acknowledging and honoring the step-by-step aspect of things, and the cycles of activity and rest. I needed to finish what I started, but not necessarily in one sitting. I needed to start things by studying, and planning and gathering. And I needed to enjoy the processes. I found the most poignant resistance in me was my fear of letting people down. By this point, my daily energy was low, and the demands on my time high. I was moody, and suffered sudden exhaustion and emotional overwhelm in the middle of the day. I knew that the expectations I had cultivated on myself by those I cared about was that I would do whatever it took and I was afraid that honoring my own weakness would mean letting people down. I had to go to everyone and tell them to expect less, and talk with me when they were disappointed. I had to experience those moments when they were let down. I wasn’t wrong about hat. It was heartbreaking, and I couldn’t just go back to pushing. All of these are ways in which my life had to change.
A few years ago, I decided that I might be ready to start doing some Qigong again — that my sense of Qi might have balanced enough now so that I could detect both yang and yin and adjust on the fly to maintain balance. If I sensed Qi flow, that would usually be hitting my yang sense, and I would immediately try to reach for the yin sense. If I felt stagnation, or a lack of Qi, I would start first by reaching for my yin sense, and try to construct a channel of yin flow from a yang source, and also try to keep the flow careful, so that the Qi I received was balanced. I would also try to sense what particular balance of Qi was appropriate in each part of my body or life. The Heart system, for instance, likes yang, so I often found that the easiest organ to support. The Lung system likes a balance far more toward the yin spectrum, and has been a lifelong challenge for me. My most pronounced and consistent physical symptoms fall in the Chinese Medical Theory into the category of Spleen Qi Vacuity, and the digestive system was emitting heat often, which indicates too much yang or not enough yin.
I began to force myself into a daily meditation. I was noticing that a lot of problems were arising that indicated stiffness and water-logging in the body. This is actually a sign of yin that doesn’t have enough yang, so I started to hope that this meant I’d made progress. I decided that I could afford a little rebalancing toward yang. Forcing myself to do something equals adding yang. The problem now was low Qi in general in the body. Its as though I know something would be a good idea for me, and I want it, but when it comes tie to do it, the will power doesn’t seem to be there, and everything resists. I don’t just mean I was mopey; I mean even life seemed to get in the way. Timing would suddenly change, and everyone in my life would need me to break with my schedule, or stay up late. The more I tried to start a new habit, the more life seemed to try to keep things the same. In Taoism and Chinese Medical Theory, there’s no such thing as excess yin; only yin without sufficient yang. But, I started to think this could be described as the outcomes of yin excess. It isn’t official, and it isn’t strictly true, but I needed a kind of quick indicator of how to adjust my practice to symptoms, and when lifestyle, timing, the weird vicissitudes of fate, my body, and my habits and cravings all seemed to get in the way of change, I decided I was now too yin, and relying too much on what is already, and not enough on activity and participation in life. If the body becomes too yin, essentially it starts to transform in the way it does when you die. Things dissolve, dissipate, and chemical reactions lose their umph. Gaseous exchange becomes less thorough, and hormonal reactions loose their balance.
So, I forced myself into a daily meditation, getting up at 4 am and doing at least a half hour every day. After many months, it was no longer always at 4 am, but I kept up the meditation, and on Day 1 of my qigong regularity, I was at 661 consecutive meditations. Sometimes, I was doing standing meditation, sometimes qigong, sometimes Taiji, or walking Bagua. Almost always there was a portion that was sitting. Also, I had to adjust my technique each day within the meditation to try to address whatever balancing activity the day needed. For the most part, I need to just sit, breath and intend, and allow yin to drip, drip, drip back into balance. Sometimes it felt like a waterfall pouring, or a wellspring filling me up. Often it felt like an oiled water balloon, and instead of grabbing it, I’d just sort of star at it and wish it could come to me. Sometimes, my meditation was chakra-related, building a clearer sense of self, and a better understanding of what I was doing in my life right now. Often, I was filled with life and memories and fighting fights I’d lost or ignored during my days, playing out fantasies to satisfy my ego, or just plain being confused. I’d have weeks of seemingly no progress during meditation and in life, and I’d just remind myself that regular meditation was already progress and that sometimes yin demands that you wait at the door to honor it. Often, I felt the need for additional qigong work with movement.
Recently I’ve been feeling just as I did before I started the daily meditation, that I needed something more and I knew how to do it, but I just wasn’t doing it. I needed to “come home,” to my body and my qigong. I needed to move the Qi; sort of get the gyro spun up, and THEN sit in meditation. I needed both, and I was concerned that my life, once again, is fighting me adding anything. My body hurts almost all the time, and I am in-between jobs, having been let go of a lucrative and longer term job. I have been driving for Uber to pay the bills, and that involves long hours in relative inactivity, which is hurting my legs and back. It involved bad options for eating, which exacerbated by Spleen Qi Deficiency. And it involved a kind of constant hyper-alertness to avoid accidents and keep myself and my passengers safe, that is hard to counter act with a mere half hour of meditation every day. I’m tired in mind and body often, which compromises the effectiveness of the meditation, and I would sometimes push the car alertness with caffeine, which compromises the depth of my sleep or the acceptance of yin during meditation. All in all, it seemed like I was waiting for a good time and months were going by. I tried to start doing Daoyin, which helped, but without the qigong practice, it just pushed Qi into places that were already stagnant, and caused more discomfort, rather than healed. I needed regularity, and I needed to allow my life to adjust to the changes in me, again.
So, I came to yesterday; a firm decision to start adding at least 1/2 hour of qigong every day to the meditation. I took the time. I did the Guigen Qigong I learned from Dr. Suzanne Freedman, may she rest in peace. I intended to acknowledge my exhaustion and low Qi by doing a 50/50 balance (rather than the normal 70/30) or lower, to keep from overdoing it, which I often do when I’m trying to start something up. I did the Earth and Lung portions 3 times, and did the others just the once. The whole set took me about 35 minutes. After that, I did standing meditation, which I intended to start easily at 10 minutes, but which spread out into 25 minutes. My legs and knees have been giving me trouble, so I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand for more than 10 minutes, but I wanted to do as much of it as I could endure. The standing practice is a powerful way of supercharging all change. It’s basically a lot of yang, just to keep standing in proper posture, and if you can match that to a lot of yin intent, it gets a lot of good going. In the past, I was putting too much yang in my standing, and the result would be lots of heating up of the body. I’d sweat profusely. I had to stand on towels and practice in my underwear. I thought that I was manifesting some of the higher Qi results described in some of my texts. Sadly, I was just pushing Qi into my system with intense focus and will, which served only to strengthen the ego and block off consciousness from sinking blissfully into the tissues.
This time, I felt that I knew how to use the standing and manage the qigong. I was more ready to put in the time, and let time pass without expecting results. I can “Earth” this more now, and I intend to.
Which brings me to the actual logging of the practice above.