MAGIC IS ALIVE

…and returning to Laguna Beach Dec. 1 & 2

by D U A N E L A W, L. A c. | ( 3 1 0 ) 4 9 8 – 2 7 7 7 

by DUANE LAW, L.Ac. | (310) 498-2777 

Update: May 2018

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saw Master Zhang again on his last visit … his work had much the same effect on me that it had the first time. Life was still challenging … but my work saw another surge, and my sense of mission and determination kept growing along with something that’s either great compartmentalization or complete denial but which feels like acceptance and a profound inner peace.

Which came in handy because the next few weeks brought a series of eye-opening events shattering some of the illusions I’d been indulging about projects and people in my world. Painful realizations, but important ones.

But now it’s May and things are moving forward once again.

Some friends took me up on my suggestion to check M. Zhang out … I got the impression that a few of them weren’t all that impressed. So let me speak to one of the critiques someone kindly offered: that Zhang wasn’t following a fixed sequence of moves, making his exercises hard to learn.

Here’s the thing: M. Zhang is a Taoist Qigong master.

Don’t expect him to follow a rigid sequence of movements as he teaches his exercises, or in fact as he does anything at all. Zhang has the same relationship to, say, a Tai Chi teacher that a jazz improviser (think Coltrane) has to a classical musician. Both forms are beautiful and powerful.

But the improviser is much more in the moment, both in terms of composition and spirit of the performance. This is the spirit Zhang models. The essence of taoism is following the wu wei, the way things work all by themselves, before humans start imposing our monkey mind frames on them.

Not a bad approach if one wants to be fully in command of one’s energy moving through this life.

I told one friend who complained about how hard it was to learn the sequence that Zhang was teaching him how to surf, not how to march. Get on that board and perform the exact same sequence of moves each time – don’t expect to be riding that wave very long.

That’s what I love about Zhang’s teaching. He insists we stay in the moment, in contemplation of the energies within us, mindful of the flow of things in the world around us, and shows us how to surf the changes instead of fighting them.

In the long run … it may be that Zhang’s way is one of the quickest routes to mastery in life on this level, where we all make our livings performing big and small miracles every day.

Private Healing Sessions

December 1 & 2

By Appointment | approx 90 mins

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Qigong by the Sea Weekends

Sat. & Sun., December 1 & 2

(15 California Acupuncture CEU’s)

$199

(prepaid. $249 at the door.
Discounts available for single & half-days.)

  • These Ancient Healing Practices combine movement, breathing, posture and sounds that will relax and revitalize your body, mind and spirit.
  • Optimize Your Health
  • Release Emotional Blockages
  • Reduce Stress and Tension
  • Calm Your Mind
  • Achieve Your Dreams

or call or txt the host: 949.677.3434

Private Healing Sessions

October 1-3

By Appointment | approx 90 mins

.

Qigong by the Sea Weekends

Sat. & Sun., Sept. 29/30

(15 California Acupuncture CEU’s)

$199

(prepaid. $249 at the door.
Discounts available for single & half-days.)

  • These Ancient Healing Practices combine movement, breathing, posture and sounds that will relax and revitalize your body, mind and spirit.
  • Optimize Your Health
  • Release Emotional Blockages
  • Reduce Stress and Tension
  • Calm Your Mind
  • Achieve Your Dreams

or call or txt the host: 949.677.3434

OK. As anyone who’s indulged a few of my rants already knows, I’m a sponge for data. I love science … and though I think current research models can wash out data supporting the kinds of highly personalized interventions 21st century medicine demands … I’m firmly in the camp that believes it’s far better to prioritize evidence over theory. Peer-reviewed journal pubs are there for a reason.

At the same time, I must confess … I know magic exists.

I’ve seen it. Up close.

I’ve seen teas made from flower petals, soaking up a day’s sun, preserved in brandy and taken in infinitesimal doses, appear to somehow arrange synchronicities that resolve long-standing emotional, financial and social problems that had been bedeviling the people taking them. Consistently.

I’ve noticed objects in the night sky that I’d assumed were just unusually bright planets with their image a bit exaggerated by altitude, wind and atmosphere suddenly illuminating and casting shadows on desert buttes.

I’ve met native american shamans who’d travel halfway around the world on airplanes to do workshops but then somehow slip back home at night for a few hours to keep their lover company.

I’ve seen tantric seekers harness pleasure and mental imagery to bring their desired realities into being, almost (but not quite) as if with a simple wave of their hand, a shimmy of their nose.

I’ve seen gentle spirits, the kind who can’t earn a dime if they tried but gaze deep into you with utterly guileless eyes … I’ve seen how fortune smiles on these lilies of the field. I’ve watched them find the best housing deals. I’ve watched them settle in and gradually turn grim, industrialized food deserts into thriving, healthy, green neighborhoods.

This kind can move mountains but refuse to or discuss or admit it. They’re the sort long recognized in the east to be those special ones who, if one took care of them, guaranteed good luck in a universe that would, in turn, take care of you. That’s how they’ve made their way in the world for tens of thousands of years.

Saints in Action

I watched one of these dodge a charging bull in a rain-soaked cow pasture one day. Focused on his harvesting, my friend didn’t notice the bull until it was right on top of him. Looking up at the last second, all he had time to do was stick out his hand. But then, with astonishing ease, a stiff elbow and graceful body english, he managed to bounce himself off the bull’s forehead as it charged helplessly by.

I was so far away he hadn’t heard my warning shouts. Catching up with him a few breathless minutes later, I gushed how glad I was that he’d survived the charge. The bull was a hundred yards off by that time, confused, preoccupied.

“That was a bull?!” he laughed. “I wondered why that cow was so mad!”

I’d seen all of that, and I thought I’d seen just about everything there was to see, even if I didn’t understand a lot of it. It’s said that advanced techniques and technologies always appear as magic to the uninitiated, sometimes distinguishable from simple luck only by the regularity with which the blessed ones can make odd things happen.

So these days, while I’m busy becoming mr. super-science geek … I still do my best to keep a skeptical attitude towards my own skepticism.

Which is a good thing because last year was a little rough. But then … I met Master YuanMing Zhang.

Now Let Me Stop You Right There.

I’ve lived most of my life in Los Angeles. I instinctively tend toward EXTREME skepticism of anything smacking of gurus.

Master Zhang is no guru. He reminds me of a silent Krishnamurti, he’s not the sort who goes out of his way to rope in followers, build edifices or control communities … at least not as far as I can tell. The guy could really care less it seems about all of that.

Always the mark of a true Taoist master.

And it makes sense. Depending on which lineage we’re discussing Zhang claims he’s somewhere between the 8th and the 17th generation. I’ve heard those kinds of claims before. Having seen this guy operate up close … I’m inclined to believe him. Takes a lot to convince me.

Master Zhang is no guru. He could really care less it seems, at least when it comes to building edifices and attracting disciples.

Always the mark of a Taoist master.

Duane Stumbles Into a Miracle

2017 had been a very challenging year, like it was for a lot of us. This isn’t the place for me to process it all, but keywords would include five years of elder care for the family, the work involved in reviving a now-dormant healing practice while updating 35-year old clinical, medical evaluation and web skillsets, building a new teaching platform and programs for patients and mental health therapists drawing on the new medicine, and an evangelical sibling recently empowered to make economic decisions for the whole family and seemingly bent on vengeance on this old unbeliever.

’nuff said.

I’d detail all the stress symptoms that’ve resulted … but I’m already oversharing so let’s not go there. They were a substantial impediment, and were growing worse by the week.

My session with Master Zhang was my closest encounter yet with ancient ritual. Mudras. Ritual movement, sound and mantra. I was relaxed on a massage table most of the time, at one point deep elbow pressure releasing deep into my back. I could sense Zhang whizzing around the table from one side to the other. Finger zils clanging high treble notes sustained inches from my ears. I could hear Zhang doing his gentle taoist nasal snorting … and instinctively knew he was inviting me to breathe out whatever the heck it was he was setting in motion. I snorted gently too, face down in the massage table’s cradle.

It worked.

Immediately and in the days that followed I found a deep, new inner peace and regained the ability to compartmentalize the family drama. My workload picked up and the beginning of a path forward toward a possible resolution of those family issues appeared. We’re not out of the woods … but there’s daylight peeking through the trees up ahead. And sleep’s better.

I knew it when I saw it. Real-life magic.

I brought a very good friend when Zhang returned a few weeks later. First there were some unmistakable and symbolically intriguing synchronistic experiences that went down within moments of committing to see him involving the delivery of a very pleasantly surprising piece of mail within moments of confirming my space.

My traveling companion had been through some very trying years from birth in a neglectful institutional setting and, as one result, had always suffered from both insomnia at night and hypersomnia. She was rarely able to sleep before 2-3am, and then needed 9-10 hours of shut-eye to feel refreshed and focused the next day.

Guess who started rising and retiring at a reasonable hour for the very first time in decades since we’d met.

I’ve heard other stories like this about him by now. Which is always how these folks’ reputations spread best. This kind of experience doesn’t lend itself to documentation in large “n” trials with a placebo group who experience only a faked shamanic intervention. Spirit doesn’t bother to show up and play with folks who first demand it present evidence of its existence. Would you?

Nope. That’s not how this any of this works.

Think loaves and fishes. That’s more the deal for humans like Master Zhang.

He’s Baaaack …

So I’m writing to let you know Master Zhang is coming back to Laguna Beach.

He’s offering a two two-day workshop in early August for interested folks … acupuncturists can get 15 CEs for the weekend. He also does private healing sessions when he’s here … like the ones I had.

There’s also two trips to China coming right up. See the listings above.

Here’s contact info again for his host in Laguna Beach:
  Suze Angel
  949.677.3434
  suzeangel007@gmail.com

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