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Are Words fractals or vibes, fibers or timbers?

Are words light fractals, love vibes, spacious waves, conscious fibers, sensational filters, or sensory lumbers?

Why were words created, invented, received, understood, expressed, transmitted, and recorded in the first place?

What  are happening there, because of fib-optic words, due to conscientious words, through light-pointed and love anointed words, inside our heart and soul, our mind and its consciousness, our brain wave and its cognition, our gut and its ignition, our heart and her inspiration, our soul and his liberation????

Why are we ingrained to learn, pronounce, say, spread, believe in, fight for and die with certain specific word-carried concepts or key-word-codified belief systems? Why certain words will be rooted deep in somebody’s soul, while for others, they are just rattle-snake-like nonsense?

How each of us listened to the mouthed out voices, watched the motion of lips and facial expression aside from listening, and observed the physical posture and body language while paying attention to voices?

What happened when our entire body works together as a drum, an instrument, a live organism, and a secret temple, to begin the process of sophisticated human realms and their corresponding languages?

How are our raw, organic, aromatic and sonic babyish voices are dammed, slammed, dammed, hammered, and finally programmed by the adults’ grams and rams, dams and jams, lams and tams, to the points our throats are culturalized and civilized, our true vocal cords/folds in the center of the tunnel/channel-like opener (called glottis) were frozen, and being replaced by all kinds of false vocal cords/folds, false ideas and believes, falsification and fossilization?

Do adults fear our crying and trying, screaming and streaming voices? What are in our those true, authentic and fear-provoking voices?

Then  our fingers and toes fenced by elbows and shoulders, knocked by ankles and knees?  Adults want only their motions and movements, but not corresponding emotions that either demote or promote their little child-like nature within?

What happens when our toes are touching and interacting with the grounded electric windy waves, as our finger-tips dip and zip light-waving particles and anti-dramatic matters?

Then our skulls are slowly tighten up, dried out to the point where we don’t only have thick facial skin, thick ears and thick eyelashes, but truly thick dry skull, where only civilized, survival based waves and frequencies are in and out, such as coffee and drink are in and out, food and meals are in and our, daily routines in and out, thousands years old habitual patterns in and out, and finally only birth and death in and out. But souls, living souls and unbelievable souls, authentic and unique souls are trapped, demolished, and squeezed into what adults call it: HeLL.

What happens when we try our hardest, best and most to describe what is going on inside, but nobody can hear it, understand it and get it; where the words we chose to scribe and describe become more confused than ever, and we have nothing left but withdraw, hide or walk away?

Why is it so that when we say something through words, someone get it right away, right there and right now, before the sentence ends with words-echoing hopes, or words-ending exhales; while others don’t. Then we try to explain, try to clarify, try to make sense of them, try to help them to get it. They don’t and it become just a waste of time and effort, since we know they never will???!!!

Why certain words will wake us from our sleepy, dozy or lifelong hibernating state? Why certain words point, piece and nail us so deep and hard? why certain words cause us subconsciously and helplessly to fight and defend, immediately and instantly repel and push away? Why certain words will soak so deep into our soul, as they become the essence of our being, the instrument of our believing, and truth of our becoming?

Why have we been constantly In War with Words as those key-head-knock-off belief systems battle one another to the point the entire world is filled word-jammed beliefs, cultured religious beliefs, cemented theological beliefs,  hysterical but reasonable beliefs?

Why Words became personalized once they are ended with, tailed by, and retailed with -isms, or -ists.

If all so-called -isms serve as neutral or barren seeds,  and -ists must be those potent but barbaric seeds.

If all kinds of seeds are individually unique and collectively equal, are these seeds-produced -isms would care for those seeds-prolonged -ists!!

What happens when all seeds — such as seeds of light and love; seeds for the vegetation in the ocean base; seeds (plants and trees) for land’s escaping skin as if human follicles hosting sprouting hair; seeds for specific animals; seeds for all kinds of human souls; seeds for light dust; seeds for love must — can and will, ever and forever, co-exist, co-create, co-produce, co-ordinate,  co-operate????

What happens when land is caped, our glands are escaping; and vice verse? Landscapes or glands-escapes, gland-grapes or land-rapes, what is the difference?

Aside from these above 2 -isms and ists, -or for doctor or tractor or traitor is different from -er for maker of the baker the Caker on the Laker.

Why we live and die for these, those ghost-busty glorious words to the points our headstones will be filled nothing but our names and lifespan dates?

Why do certain words survive longer than any life can afford to live and believe? Why certain other words prolong our lives truly beyond those unbearable, unbelievable ordeals?


Why Birds!



How to Plow Your Natal Hexagram


I never forgot that bone-squeezing and soul-sprinkling tears on the early May of 1990, when I was ready to drop my ancestral bloodline, and leave a ready-to-be  temple life style  behind which I vowed that I wanted to devote my 20 years or so life and master the ancient teachings of I Ching and Meridian system.

“I am leaving now, can you, master spirit, reveal me the secrecy of I Ching?” Please?

Only silence and my tears comforted my thirsty urge and desperate longing. At that time, I was initiated internally, but had nothing with me. I wanted that ageless bone-wrapped secret, I wanted to bring something powerfully real from my ancestors and culture to the west; I wanted the white people to know I have something in me and behind me.

I wasn’t ready!  Pretty young girls walking in and out of temple were more attractive and meaningful than man-made Taoist Statues standing inside the halls of the temples. And there are many, equally. Bodies or deities, countless!

It has been 40 years since the first afternoon I tried to recite and memorize a chapter of the Tao Te Ching and was in shock that I could remember a thing next morning. Sleep took it over and lost me!  So I dropped the book then. But three years later, when I picked it up again and re-read it, it started to make some real sense. I understood it somehow, though not every word, not all the meanings behind. I got it! I want to know more and thoroughly.

Then I started Qi Gong practice for the purpose of self-healing, such as severe arthritis in my fingers and knees, strong migraine headache which felt like someone was stabbing my forehead with a sharp knife, and gray hair around my own temporal lobes starting at my pubic stage. They (gray hair) grew faster than the rest of body.

In 1986, I visited the first Oldest Taoist Temple where the teachings of Ancient Chinese Medicine was passed down from the Gate-keeper Master to his disciple, and recorded in dialogue or question/answer fashion between Yellow Emperor and his spiritual mentor, the chosen disciple from this temple. There, a Taoist brother introduced me the yarrow-stick casting method.


Then I started the I Ching Journal process in the spring of 2002, with a handful Tao followers or devotees. Before this, I lit an incense one afternoon, in front of Lao Zi’s Picture, kneed down and waited for the assignment; after 100 days of morning practice.  Within a second, this was what came through:


This I did, and after 3 years, I was the only contributor because the requirement was so severe: no fiction, no narratives, no advertisement, no storied; only completely digested and distilled wisdom. 

At the same time,  I played baldly in my remembered lives the role of Chinese Adam – Fu Xi (I was so glad I could do it here in the US; and who cares any role I would play and represent on my ancestral lineage!)

Along this ancestral search for “who was my father, the father’s father,” I went to a state where I was the only human boy, in the wildness, no vegetation nor animal  surrounding me. Just me, alone in the wildness.

I knew, like most of Chinese do, Fu Xi invented 8 trigrams, and each structured by three yin/broken or yang/solid lines .  Since I didn’t want to rely on some of the old existing methods, I finished first by placing 24 yin and yang lines into corresponding 24 hours of a day.

In any part of the world, day is day, as day turns into light, night into day! Each complete day-time has 24 hours, the same line-numbers forming 8 trigrams of I Ching.

This I did.


how to plow your natal power

So you can link your ancestral codes and historical pathogens with

your power, your future,  your fortune and your destiny. 

sorry I tried to illustrate lines here but failed, ready below, and draw your own version of yang/solid line and yin/broken line, please. thanks

Step 1: Your Birth Hour

From 5 am to 4 pm are 12 yang/solid lines ;

and from 5 pm to 4 am are 12 yin/broken lines. 

write down your hour line. This will be the 4th line of your natal hexagram.

Clue: If we see birth-time as six layers in six different lines of your natal hexagram, they will spread out as: Top or 6th as second, 5th = minute; 4th = hour; 3rd = date; 2nd = month, and 1st or bottom as year.  Therefore, time is dimensional and heirachal.   

Step 2: Your Gender

Place your gender line  — solid/male, broken/female — below your birth hour line. This will be the 3rd line of your natal hexagram.

You may ask why now. My logic behind this above is: at the time we were born, our head first came down and out, then gender tugged between legs.  So TIME is, always and forever the most primal immediate determining fact. These two above are the most important notification of our birthing result. One is the moment of our birth wrapped in that second-rounded and minute-trapped hour; the other is physical gender to be gloriously seen by the on-sight nurses and doctors, parents and family members.

Do you agree? If so, let us continue…..

Step 3: Ancestral Codes  

For You as boy/male: 1: mother’s mother (2 broken lines); 2: father’s mother (broken-on-top-of-solid two lines); 3: father’s father (2 solid lines)

For You as girl/female: 1: father’s father (2 solid lines); 2: mother’s father (solid-on-top-of-broken two lines); 3: mother’s mother (2 broken lines).

REASON: Grandparents are the most important persons in three generational coding and downloading process. They are in the middle of their 8 old parents, since each of them had two of his or her parents; and together as a couple, they conceived, gave birth, raised, educated and safe-guarded our parents, till they were able to be on their own, found one another,  got married, conceived and birthed us.

Thus, 4 grandparents are four pillars of our life. Due to their long lived life and irreplaceable experiences, they will bless us more than our parental factory that made us. In fact, our parents are simply ancestral tools, biological factories. If not so, they would be enjoying themselves first and foremost, and never thought that conception would take place in midst of their love making practice.  How many parents were conscious and purposeful in conceiving us? They are clueless.  They are blind. And they didn’t even know what they did to us and our womb. 

If you cannot allocate one of the 4 grandparents, I here  share with YOU a few secret tips here: 1) Look into who among 4 grandparents had already passed away by the time you were conceived; 2) real deep, authentic and powerful soul connection between you two; 3) the most tender care and blessings your soul ever received.

Now, select, among one of the 3 sets, as the best you know, to the most you have connected on the soul-level, or to the purest original conception site your spirit can see and recall; as to who asides from your parents introduced you into this bloodline, this last name; and place them below your gender line.   Here are the 3 formulas for each gender again

If you are a boy/male, these are the three: 1: mother’s mother (2 broken lines); 2: father’s mother (broken-on-top-of-solid two lines); 3: father’s father (2 solid lines)

If you are a girl/female, these are the three: 1: father’s father (2 solid lines); 2: mother’s father (solid-on-top-of-broken two lines); 3: mother’s mother (2 broken lines).

Select just one, and place two corresponding lines (solid/solid, solid/broken, broken/solid, broken/broken) below your gender-power. These two generations will be there for the rest of your life, whether you like them or not, it doesn’t matter. It is the Conception that Matters 

Step 4:  Future, Fortune and Destiny

Find the opposite two lines from Step 3 as you just did, and place them on top of hour line. These two lines will be 6th and 5th lines of your natal hexagram.

Remind: These two lines will be the invisible and shadow magics; as you cannot stop nor prevent what is going to and will happen: like lightening shocks and thunderous voice; like invisible guidance or enemy; like some one who inspires, shocks your mindset, fires your gut, lubricates your heart and alternates your ego.  

Now You have your own version of Natal Hexagram instead of readying others’ method or asking others to figure it out for you. In all, you are walking two thin lines between your birth-hour and your conceived gender, and you are dealing with two opposite gendered grand-parents, from two different bloodlines: such as father’s father vs mother’s mother; father’s mother vs mother’s mother.

So, if father’s father serves as the 1st or bottom line, mother’s mother will be in top or 6th line, and vice verse; or if father’s mother is at 1st line, mother’s father will be at 6th line, and vice verse.

The tragedy of our ancestral lives is such that if any two opposite gendered grandparents, such as father’s mother and mother’s father, got married, nothing would happening.  Did they? How could they? Impossible!!!!!!

Good Luck, and let me know through my email

Thanks You


What Are My Bodily Components

Dear Dad: what have you done to my body with your essence? am I in You, after You, through You? Can I live without YOU?

Dear Mother: what did you fabricate my body with your digested food-nutrients, tinctured my stream and its flow with your blood and its veins, strengthened my bones with your willful marrow, delicately decorated my glands with your organs, and designated my pigments with your passionate fire. Further,  what were your experiences, day after day, sensation after sensation,  desire after dream, on how my womb was compressed?

Dear Ancestors: why are my bodily components exactly framed, structured and numbered like yours, and yet each, is vastly, minutely and uniquely different?

Dear earth mother: how many specific minerals contained in my this dirt-like body?

Dear Sky father: who design mine and everybody’s body with exact copy but different functionalities?

Dear All: I want to know my body, see how it operates, and why it does so?

As I touch my head, rub my chest, tap my belly, there are neck and belly button that connect these three.

Then as I sit up, feet ground and lift me. As I walk, two  legs move forth and back, alternating. Equally speaking, my shoulders and its two arms swing, oppositely paralleling to what two feet and their legs strike and retrieve.

Even so, my fingers touch my hair and facial holes, such as eyelids, nostrils, or lips, even tongue and teeth. And down, any other parts, till they touch and rub one another, causing entire body to move as a team, function as a group, and coordinate as a family.