Sunday, March 8, 2009

The "Forest Goblin"


Greetings, Gentiles! I am the Stout Master, and we now return to my chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's early years, when he was known by his given name, J_____. In my last installment, J_____ met a mysterious stranger in the woods.

The stranger was, of course, the gnarled Old Warrior and the man who would become J_____'s second major mentor during his stay among the community of Drunken scholars.

As I reported last time, the Antagonistic Buddha has related that the Old Warrior's first words to him were, "I've been waiting for you. And we need to talk." However, the Great Sage has left the exact nature of these words a mystery. Obviously, they did talk, and given their continued association, we must assume that whatever the Old Warrior's need was, it was met. Although the Great Sage maintains many mysteries about his mentor, he has shared much as well.

The Old Warrior was no saint. He was a troublemaker in his youth, and told J_____ he was caught up with "drinking, gambling and women; breaking hearts and playing with guns." Trouble like that put him in front of a judge who offered the young man a sober choice: jail, or the Marine Corps. He chose the Corps and never regretted it. He loved the Corps, and often said of it, "No greater friend, no worse enemy." It was an outlet for his interests and boundless energy. He kept volunteering for more advanced training and dangerous duty. He became a Recon Marine and raised his hand one too many times...

The Old Warrior volunteered for an ill-defined secondment to a shadowy unit with an innocuous-sounding name, the "Studies and Observation Group." He landed in Southeast Asia and was promptly assigned to a small team of Army personnel. The mission, he discovered, was to "study and observe" the enemy in his own backyard from as close as he could get. The Old Warrior had a talent for sneaking around and also for keeping his teammates alive. Despite being a relatively junior NCO and a Marine in a largely Army unit, he was selected as a team leader or "One-Zero."

His exemplary work in special reconnaissance got him selected for other duties. Most of these duties are best left undescribed, but he once told J_____,"Even now, every time I dream, I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream." Through most of the war, the Old Warrior worked with a partner, Tex, an Army Special Forces NCO cut from the John Wayne mold.

The Antagonistic Buddha looks sad when he quotes his mentor's memories of this long ago war: "Well, I remember one night, Tex and me rappelled in on a hot LZ. We had our 16's on rock'n'roll and with all of that fire I was scared and cold. I was crazy, and I was wild. And I have seen the tiger smile. I spit in a bamboo viper's face, and I'd be dead but by God's grace." The Antagonistic Buddha has said the Old Warrior changed his view of war, warriors, and the warrior arts.

After their first conversation, J_____'s trips into the woods were different. The Old Warrior began teaching J_____ woodcraft, J_____ learned to make a debris shelter. He learned to collect water in the wild: form dew, from rain, even by distillation. He learned to track and stalk. J_____ learned that tracking animals was far more difficult than tracking any human, even an experienced woodsman. Eventually, J_____ could survive, in relative comfort, for a week with nothing more than a sturdy Ka-Bar knife.

The Old Warrior taught J_____ his other skills -- the "dark arts" as he called them. These skills included, among others, sentry removal. "It doesn't take much skill to sneak-up on a guard at Three in the morning in the woods. It's a very different level of skill to sneak up on an alert sentry standing on a gravel road at Three in the afternoon. The Old Warrior could do that." J_____ learned to tie-up and secure a captive. He learned to lay an ambush. He learned to knife fight. The Old Warrior taught J_____ the martial arts he learned while stationed in Japan, including a rough style of Jodo.

When the Old Warrior had taught J_____ everything he knew, he gave J_____ two symbolic gifts: the Ka-Bar he carried through Asian jungles, and Tex's Ranger Tab. The Great Sage has always kept these items securely in a keepsake box with other mementos of the Antagonistic Buddha's travels and education.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Quotes

Aikido is not a defensive art. Being defensive is a terrible way to go through life -- quote on a dojo wall.

Though a thousand fall at my side, though ten thousand are dying around me, the evil will not touch me. I will see how the wicked are punished, but I will not share it. -- Psalm 91

Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay its price. -- Sun Tzu

The Watcher in the Woods

Greetings, Gentles! I am the Stout Master, and I return to our review of the early travels of the Antagonistic Buddha, a time when he was still known by his given name, J_____.

At our last break in the story, the Drunken Disciples of God were complete with five permanent members. The Drunken Master, Tom Collins, and J_____ had added Kate and Scratch to the secret society for debate. We had established the attraction between the Drunken Master and Kate, but recognized the way Scratch turned Kate's head. These matters are crucial to J_____'s journey; however, we must put aside this narrative thread for the moment...

One of J_____'s treasured pleasures was secluding himself in the woods that surrounded the campus. He would do a sitting meditation, or a contemplative walk to center himself. J_____ found great joy being alone with wild nature.

One bright afternoon, J_____'s meditation was suddenly disturbed by the notion that he was not alone. This did not alarm J_____, at least as first, because he often encountered fellow students on cross-country hikes, drunken binges, and even lovers' trysts. Once he had encountered local residents poaching deer out of season. That was a potentially dangerous possibility, and J_____ knew enough to stay very still before carefully scanning the woods for the source of his feeling. A sudden movement -- such as quickly turning his head -- could earn him an arrow through his anatomy.

He believed poachers were a strong possibility, because whoever was with him was trying to stay hidden. J_____ exercised great patience as he scrutinized his surroundings. Finally, he caught sight of an older man standing stock still several yards away.

The man was looking right at J_____; he even had the impression the man was looking through him. The man was stooped and supported himself with a five-foot-long staff. His skin was weathered and tanned, like leather, and dressed in an olive field jacket and muddy jeans. The man could have been mistaken for a twisted tree trunk. The stranger had long gray hair tied back, and flowed out from under a faded Tiger Stripe boonie hat.

The stranger watched J_____ for several minutes, but never spoke and never came any closer. Eventually, a solid black crow flew down and perched on the man's shoulder. This made the man shrug, and the crow fluttered. The stranger grunted and turned to leave. At this point, the light through the trees hit the right side of his face, and J_____ could see the leather eye-patch the man wore.

J_____ often encountered the bent stranger on subsequent walks, but never spoke to him. It became a game to sense the old man's presence sooner and sooner on the walks. J_____ came to realize the stranger was watching him almost as soon as he left the dormitory. Despite this surveillance, J_____ never felt threatened.

One afternoon, Scratch invited J_____ to go rock climbing with some friends. The area was rife with short cliffs and rock walls perfect for beginning climbers. J____ accepted the invitation and soon found himself scrambling up a 35-foot wall. With triumphant satisfaction, J_____ reached the top and reached for a final handhold. He was startled by someone gripping his forearm and helping him over the lip of the cliff.

"I've been waiting for you," the old man told J_____, "And we need to talk."

More Notes from Budo Training

I, Deshi, will describe this week's training.

To our sadness, the Antagonistic Buddha has been absent from the dojo. He received an urgent call to action last Friday afternoon. The Great Sage wasted no time packing his gear. The last any of us saw of him, he bid us farewell before stepping into the yellow taxi that took him to the airport.

We were left in the care of the Silent Master. The advanced students assure us that the Silent Master is the finest technician among the masters, but they also fill us with various rumors and gossip about him. We have learned the Silent Master is stern, but fair.

Training under the Silent Master is very different from the playful style of the Antagonistic Buddha. The Silent Master demonstrates, and we do our best to mimic him. It is up to us to find our mistakes and correct them. The Silent Master does not repeat his demonstrations once he has concluded the movement. This is the old method for transmitting Budo, and it places the responsibility for learning squarely upon the student.

It is very much a time for drilling kihon waza. We stand in kamae, or shadow box through our various strikes. The silence we have adopted in deference to our teacher helps to focus our minds. Only occasionally do we break this silence with the dull thud of fists connecting with makiwara, or the clatter of practice weapons clashing.

Practice under a different teacher has provided us with new insight. Still, we all look forward to the return of the Antagonistic Buddha.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Quotes

-- We tottered together upon the brink of the fall. I have some knowledge, however, of bartisu, or the Japanese system of wrestling... I slipped through his grip... -- The return of Sherlock Holmes

-- When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target. -- author unknown

-- To tremble before anticipated evils, is to bemoan what thou hast never lost. -- Johann Wolfgang Goethe

New Excerpts from Budo Training

I, Deshi, speak the profound words of wisdom the Antagonistic Buddha shared in our training this week:

-- Tranquil as a forest. But on fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win. We must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

-- Fear is the perception of a failed outcome; nothing more. Leave fear behind. Tell yourself you are good at this; and just do your job. Just do your job and trust that you will get through it.

The Last Two Drunken Disciples of God Join

Greetings, Gentles. The Stout Master continues his chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's youth. We are now examining his college years, a time when he was still called, J_____. In my last report, I described the foundation of "the Drunken Disciples of God," a secret society devoted to debate. I pick up the story with the addition of new members.

Tom Collins suggested the fourth member of their cabal: Kate. Tom Collins felt strongly that a woman's voice needed to be at the table, and it helped that Kate brought balance in other areas. Like Tom Collins, she had no kung fu. She was, in fact, an avowed pacifist. Kate also professed to be an atheist, which brought some much needed irony to the "Drunken Disciples of God." Her debating style was fearsome and her specialty was dramatically deconstructing faulty logic. Kate was famous for reducing strong men to tears.

However, Kate was also tall, blonde, and leggy. She had the kind of looks that make men stupid. It was little wonder when the Drunken Master fell madly in love with her. Kate was the Yin to his Yang. Although Kate returned his attention, she did not truly return the Drunken Master's love. The two hovered near each other with the impending tragedy of a moth and flame. The Drunken Master was soon lost in her.

Kate brought another issue to the Drunken Disciples of God. Now they were four, and it was possible to deadlock on votes. This was particularly a problem because Kate delighted in opposing the Drunken Master even on insignificant issues. Clearly a fifth permanent, voting member was necessary. J_____ believed he had the perfect candidate.

J_____ met Nick through the campus karate club. Nick was a brown belt in kyokushin kai karate and went by the nickname, "Scratch." Kyokushin kai is an aggressive and direct style, and Scratch sparred with brutal efficiency. The Great Sage says Scratch had one of the most powerful roundhouse kicks he has ever encountered. Scratch loved a good fight, and he told everyone he'd done a 50-Man Kumite in high school.

In debate, Scratch's reputation was for incisive common sense. he used this talent to strong effect for the Drunken Disciples of God as the tie-breaking vote and Devil's Advocate. As Devil's Advocate, Scratch's job was to assess the flow of the discussion and jump in on behalf of the weaker side. His deft ability to change sides abruptly caused some observers to label him devious or subversive, but this was his appointed role. Despite being the most junior member of the permanent group, Scratch was respected and treated as an equal.

Yet, adding Scratch to the Drunken Disciples of God changed the dynamic. the observers -- those on the fringes of the society -- noticed the changes first, but couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong. or what was changing.

But it was someone outside the society, one of J_____'s friends, who first noticed the looks that passed between Kate and Scratch...