I have a theory that Wang Yen-nien's longevity is partly due to his engagement with a nourishing and rejuvenating aspect of the earth's energy that naturally rises when stimulated to do so, infusing the body and energy with a delicate tremble that reverberates not only through one's day but seemingly through time. If you watch the video clips on the internet of him doing his Form you will surely notice that often, as he puts weight onto a foot (sinks his energy down into the earth), he tenses his calf muscles and draws the heel up from the ground. This is the action that stimulates the earth's energy to rise, not just up the leg into the calf and then up into the perineum, sacrum and belly, but all around. The sacred mist. To be successful it requires purity of intention, character and soul (softness and openness) – qualities that beam out of Wang in droves (he is the only Master I can consistently watch without getting bored – I always learn something when in his company). It also requires one to be relaxed and vertical enough to have one's own energy constantly streaming down through the vital centres of the body – catching a little more energy as it passes each one – and into the ground: the earth will only release it's energy to you if you give yours in return. I always get the feeling when watching him that his life has been a steady process of refinement and improvement. Something one cannot say for Cheng Man-ching who is so clearly a man in decline in all footage we have of him.
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Can you change the background picture in the web site for one of another master?. Thanks. :)))))
If I could find one as elegant and beautiful I maybe would. But there aint no one. He's still the greatest martial artist of his generation. I don't think he'd have had much of a problem even with Ueshiba, even though Ueshiba was from the generation before. Cheng Man-ching had a refinement that is very rare in the martial arts. And a real understanding of energy – even rarer. He was the consumate listener. He would have laughed at those wielding ki. What killed him relatively young (75) was his refusal to let his art take him where he needed to go. Once he was better than eveyone else in Taiwan he rested on his laurels and stood still which is tantamount to retreating. Pride cometh before a fall.
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