June 1993 When I left Pattaya after the Fusion week I had been training with Mantak for over a year and pretty much decided that was the way I wanted to go. It wasn’t just the learning: he seemed to have such a deep store of wisdom, such a kind and witty way of putting it across, combined with a degree of patience, and tolerance I could only envy. But he was human too, as we shall learn.
The question in my mind at the time was, could I make my living teaching the Tao? As it turned out, I got lucky.
Planning to go to the instructor training in Poughkeepsie, I needed practice. Far too many delicious distractions living on Leela beach, so I took myself up the jungle-clad mountain to a little hut overlooking Sunrise Bay. A friendly snake occupied the palm-thatched roof – sometimes we would get home at the same time and I would see him slither into a sliver of bamboo. Other neighbors some distance up the path were human, for which I was truly thankful when struck down with dengue fever: they carried me down the mountain, installed me in luxury in Bayshore, and had an orgy in the bathroom. Too weak to join in, I was nevertheless motivated to recover.
Teaching shiatsu on the beach and attending Tai Chi at Heart of the Dragon, I found a rich source of students and playmates. With enough practice to feel confident about attempting instructor certification I once again headed for the USA. There I met The Weasel. You will hear more about this creature in the future and how he attempted to bring down the Master, but for now I’m taking a break.
Season’s Greetings! See you next year, Roosters!