Thursday, October 16, 2025

๐Œ๐š๐๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š ... ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ... ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ ... ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐”๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ

You likely may know how after WWII "Made in Japan" was another term for "junk". Perhaps colored with a big dose of enmity for our war time adversary. But, in fact, the stuff being exported to other shores at that time — my reference is the US of A "shore" — was just that; a lot of junk. Charming, rustically painted papier-mรขchรฉ thingies and figures and flimsy tin toys. 

Wow! How things have changed! "Made in Japan" and "Made in Occupied Japan" ... those thingies bring the bucks with collectors. Tables seem to turn, huh? And, "Made in Japan" for current goods is now a mark of excellence.

Back then what we got exported to us from Japan was cheap crap. No doubt on account of Japan getting back on its feet commercially after the hostilities. Yet, at the time, completely obscuring the fact that ancient civilization held a long traditional historical treasury of the finest arts and crafts. Fast forward to now, "Made in Japan" is on the very short list of some of the best merchandise in the world. 

Now, China. 

China is a manufacturing juggernaut. With output that fills every niche; from the highest of high tech and world leading sophisticated engineering to some pretty crappy crap. I'm sure there are those who study the situation deeply and could expound brilliantly on the why's and wherefore's of that. 

Key word to understand the context in this mix is "outsourcing"; how USA manufacturers offshored to China to cut costs. For me, it's just about right now currently getting my money's worth. Nobody wants junk. 

Case #1. 

By the way, you may also know about "Made in USA". It's well known, and well deserved reputation as something with quality. Sturdy, reliably functional honest stuff. Craftsman tools. Vise Grip. Swing Away Can Opener. Levi's.

Case in point: it turns out that Swing Away is no longer made in the USA, but in China. Not the same sturdy quality. We purchased a replacement vegetable peeler from said company expecting the same robust quality as the can opener. Broke apart at the first try. Right away! Got it replaced, same thing. Turns out the latest peelers are made in China. When we compared the original American made with the newer of China origin, the culprit turned out to be a small, but critical metal spacer; some soft, flimsy metal bit instead of the rock solid piece engineered into the original. The customer service seemed to be unconcerned, just kept sending replacements. Stay "away" from Swing Away. Let sleeping dogs lie.

The lesson in that instance is not that China goods are inferior across the board. No. China will make anything you want. To your specifications. Very important point. You have to specify and oversee the quality that goes into whatever it is you're having them put together. Otherwise you could get something that is produced at the cheapest cost to them. You do get what you pay for.

Case #2. 

And, yet, you don't always get what you pay for. You get less. 

One of the gambits in direct marketing from China is the steep discount. A $600.00 watch selling for $87.00. I bought a few watches from China. Mixed results.  Great looking for the price, but the movements were unreliable junk. Quality control is not always high on the priority list. Some manufactures are now using Seiko movements and that is a big step up in quality, and reliable utility. 

Recently I'd been looking to replace my original issue US military field jacket. I enjoy the shopping hunt for things. But, a military field jacket like the bulletproof one as an original issue spec is sehr, sehr hard to find. The price spread is wide. Even a $225.00 M65 from a well known purveyor, Alpha Industries, is made in China. And, not 100% cotton like the original. [It's that cotton that gives it the patina and lived in shape.] Seems if you want to get top quality the going rate is at least double that. I buy clothing for utility, not to stash my fashion closet. At pushing $500.00 I'm not inclined to spring for it. Let's not splurge. And, even if you got bucks to burn. 

So here I see an ad for a military M65 field jacket on steep sale from $180.00 now $89.00; with an additional 10% discount for ordering another garment(s); a quilted Bomber Jacket marked down from $130.00 to $59.00. Not bad, $310.00 value for $130.00.

Caveat Emptor. It wasn't just the steep "going out of business" discount that was the only inducement. The website was listed with a seeming very proper identity "Carter & Miles Boston", which now shows up as "Willara Richmond" with an 80% anniversary sale. Both websites gushing with how they hold to high standards. 

This just in ... Now I'm seeing the same goods being sold under other store names. Going out of business; steep discount. Names that suggest proud family ownership. What is it that P.T. Barnum said about who is born every second?

Hey, China! You got sellers in your country acting like they're selling to idiots and dupes. In marketing there is a thing called "repeat purchase". Your not gonna sell again to a customer that didn't get their money's worth, or what was expected and promised. Seller/manufacturer reputation is a factor you know.

I imagined I was getting garments from some proper and venerable East Coast establishment. Admittedly, the nice photos of the pieces notwithstanding, there wasn't much information about details. Like type of fabric. And, no detail photos. The robust snaps like on the original field jacket in fact were cheesy, thin metal. 

Once I got the tracking information I realized the merchandise was coming from China. Not Boston. The website allusions to time honored family traditional values is a complete fabrication. There's a Willa Richmond like there's an Aunt Jemima, or a Betty Crocker. Fake name, and fake allusions to high quality standards. They even feature a lovely smiling photo image of a women [ostensibly Willa herself] with a young boy [son?]. 

Hey, China! Do you want to earn a reputation for being duplicitous? We got enough of that going on in geopolitics already. Play it straight! 

Okay, okay. There are bad Apples in every barrel. It's not like the whole country is a bunch of crooks. 

After waiting two weeks following very vague tracking information the garments arrived. When you use Amazon Prime you get used to top notch service and information. 

I sent the seller this message: 

I received my order #4837. Not at all satisfied with the items. I feel I got suckered in by the hefty discount. Even with the discount the clothes are not worth half the price. Low quality; poor, snug fit even at XXXL. In the parlance, I was "had". This sort of poor quality gives "Made In China" a bad name. I'm donating the garments to charity. Refund my purchase, please.

The garments weren't worth even a fraction of the discounted price. Cheesy upon cheesy.

They replied that they would process a refund, but the shipping back to China would also be expensive. [Not to mention the hassle of schlepping to get it done. Time is money.] Their compromise was to offer a refund of 15% of the purchase price. The main point about that I received shoddy goods did not get addressed. They can keep the 15%, I get to write about it. 

Note to sellers: You Customer Service is only as good as you train them to be. 

Shopping merchants from China is a bit of a "wild west" situation. Buyer beware. The marketplace will sort out the scammers in time. And, I do expect that, like as it went in Old Nippon, the ancient culture of the Chinese will shine forth and "Made in China" will become a mark of high quality. It's already happening, I just got burned by my own greed falling for a deal that was too good to be true.

Another thing. Foodstuffs from China. Make that from the Orient in general. I shop for staples for Chinese and Asian recipes. There are now a lot of stores in the United States catering to the Oriental market. It's going to be a while for things to sort out. So many different brands of packaged goods. With food, the sourcing and the processing is critical. Stick with the big brands. Pass items with tossed off names like "Lucky Boy" or "Double Happiness" or "Beautiful Horizon". Know your sources.


   


Wednesday, October 08, 2025

๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ... ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐

That Soup of the Seven Swords 

THE LEGEND



There's this thing about legends. At very least they tell a good story. Sometimes, whether true or not, there are lessons to be learned. We call them legends because nobody really knows for sure. We have legends which explicate the turn of history.

So, how come you ask there's that only one sword. It's there in the telling. Read on.

This one comes down from the time when the Eastern world was a patchwork of hard won immense tracts of land. Not even feudal. Just a top dog lording it over everyone else. Everything — the folks too — belonged to him. The rulers in each land conducted themselves with benevolent, but absolute authority. They were both loved, and feared. Hated, by some of their rivals in the other territories. Those seven lands weren't divvied up from the beginning. Countless wars and intrigues tell the complicated history of how things came to be.

Their days were mainly spent presiding directly over all matters of state. All matters. Obviously, the large issues; but nothing too small. The audience with the ruler went on from dawn to dusk, and on most days. They didn't divide their time like we do in weeks, months, and years. More in tune with the seasons. The light of day for business, night for enjoyments and rest. This was a latitude where there were distinct seasons. Hot to cold, and the in between periods; our spring and fall.

That time. It's a story in itself. But, now ... that pot of soup.

The clay pot was fashioned by hand, during the festivities, and in full view of the revelers.

Yes, festivities. Wherein the legend was born.

The story goes that the rulers of the seven dynasties were once invited to a once in a millennium festival. Who did the inviting and whose turf would it be at isn't at all clear as the story is handed down the centuries. 

Every millennium you may ask! Well, with so many centuries already under their belt, those ancient ones marked periods of time in a way we can't now even imagine. Oh, it was a big deal. Know it. Just that we don't have a reference for such historical spans. Or, such goings on.

Why the festivities, you may also ask? The same as was so — and is — for folks everywhere. You want to get to know your neighbors, see what they're up to, maybe make friends ... alliances, in this more geopolitical case. You want to show your stuff, of course. Make deals, trade stuff.

And, show they did.

Every rulership was represented. You didn't snub this gathering. Splendid and sumptuous treats of every sensory delight and description. Only the best. The very best. The whole beglory.

The condition of the invitation was simple. Seemingly. Each guest would bring a battle sword of such a quality as to represent the pinnacle skill of their finest artisans. 

Keep in mind, this was a time when things were done to traditional codes. Heck, if you apprenticed to a sword maker, you would spend years just cutting the wood blocks for the fire. It wasn't just a matter of getting the size and shape just so. It was more in the cultivation of the spiritual essence attributed to fully accepting and surrendering to the task at hand. Whether or not you would get to advance to the next stop — tending the fire — you had to truly, authentically, and deeply surrender that expectation. Then, maybe you might advance. Think about it. Not an easy trick. To not want what you want. Because, after all, is it really just all about fashioning a piece of metal? More so, about the fashioning of the soul.

It is said that even now with all our technical prowess, the quality of the crafting of swords such as those would not be even nearly possible. A lost art.

Even though the invitations specified that minimal requirement, you wouldn't want to go to a once in a millennium affair anything other than dressed your best.  And, they did indeed pull all the stops out. And, each in their own way. You see, not only were there seven territories, they were longstanding and large enough to have developed their own unique cultures. All of them together unified in the sense of that simplest existential fact that they all stood barefoot on the same planet Earth. We don't even know if they had a sense of "planet". And, if so, whether they had a notion about whether it was round, or flat. Or, maybe something else we haven't even imagined. Or, maybe it never occurred to them at all. We'll never know.

Besides the full retinue of their courts and gifts of the finest of things, each potentate brought animals and foodstuffs for the feast. Only the best. And, a large contingent of youths. The cream of their young. All virgins. At some point in the proceedings after the gifts were exchanged there would be dancing, with wild abandon, when those unspoiled innocents would be free to have their way with one another. Then, of course, it was everyone into the pool. 

It made Caligula look like a prudish prom chaperone at a tight laced girls country boarding school. You can fill in the details using your own imagination. The full spectacle will be captured at length in the movie version.  Suffice to say that, sunrise come, just a heap of slimy, sticky, stinky bodies. It was an all day clean up job, for a staff of hundreds. Slaves. Well, you wouldn't expect anyone else to deal with such and so! Slaves. No wonder you don't see any statuary from this historical period. Must've been some historical "cleansing" along the way.

There were nights upon days of feasting. Pretty much the same kind of orgiastic goings on as in the foregoing description. I could go into page upon page of detail. But, remember, this is about the soup. Go see the movie. Teaser: No particular evening's festivities even closely approximated the others. Clean slate every time. OMG!!!

Moving on.

You can't have soup unless you got a pot. That is a bit of wisdom that may be as old as the tale of that soup itself. 

The pot. Yes. Call it black.

The pot was large. Not so large to serve all the hundreds. No, silly. This pot was earmarked for the potentates themselves. Only. It was large. Hand fashioned in the coiled rope method. Worked up during the time of the festivities. It needed to be soft clay, for reasons which will become apparent soon, and shortly.

Once the pot was fashioned into its shape, all decorated and colored, each of the swords was brought forward and presented in no particular order in front of said pot. "Said" pot. Hah! As if. This was some pot! Big. So big you could bathe in it. 

Remember the clay was still soft. 

With great pomp and flair each sword would be thrust into the upper side wall of the pot. Entering obliquely on the outside, penetrating to the inner space, then exiting obliquely out the other side. The placement was set to keep each of the three pairs of the swords in parallel, but in a circular fashion to form a six sided hexagram when viewed from above.

So, what about the seventh sword? It would be used to stir the pot. And, maybe other things.

That last point is significant. The order of insertion and the relative placement of the swords piercing the uppermost portion of the pot was completely random. Did we mention that upon arrival each ruler relinquished his precious sword, and no one involved with the pot and the swords inserted into it knew who's would go where. Those fortunate ones who would eat the finished soup each would know which was theirs, for sure. That pot finished, resplendent and ready to serve, with their six swords locked into the hardened clay. The seventh perched on the lip, for to do the stirring. If you have ever served a large pot of soup you would know that you have to stir the entire contents to ensure serving a good proportion of the ingredients. In hash house lingo it's called a "heavy" bowl; i.e., lots of the chunky bits.

It's a wild and crazy bit of irony that the one chosen to insert said swords into the soft clay of the newly fashioned pot was the lowliest of the low from among the slaves. The nebbish. The nerd. The putz. The schlemiel. Get it? Kapishe Italiane?

We referred to them as fortunate! Them being the rulers of those seven lands. Well. You see, there was something else about that pot and those swords. We'll get to that momentarily.

The pot, all festooned with those exquisite instruments of death and dismemberment needed to be cured first to hard stone to make it fit to cook with. For this a huge fire was started under the pot and it burned slowly for days, curing the clay hard with its heat and blackening the outside like a piece of fine Pueblo pottery. And, like that Native American pottery, the pot was meticulously burnished with rare and precious stones first made smooth in running streams, then polished to high perfection from rubbing other fine pots over years upon years. You can guess that the one(s) designated to fashion the pot were also high craft artisans. No less distinguished than their sword crafter counterparts. 

You may want to know at this juncture ... Is it soup yet?

Yes. And, as you would expect, most delicious. Every one of the seven exalted ones ate to his [Sorry, it was a boys club in those days.] heart's content. After such a soup, nothing else could compare. There's a term handed down from that time ... "The Broth of Your Own Desire." It means that eating this concoction was so deeply soul satisfying you would just as well think you had died and gone to heaven. 

This is already too tediously long for most readers, so I won't go into the hours — days! — of preparation and the book length list of ingredients that went into this heady brew. Just to say that almost anything edible in the known world was in there; the secret was in the proportions. Closely held topmost secret of secret recipes, you better believe it. And, just like the other crafters mentioned previously, the cooks were at the zenith in their own profession as well.

Net, net. It was a nice bowl of soup.

Once the pot was finished to the last drop, the festivities moved along to the next level at an uptick pace.

Remember that the lords had no idea going in where their individual swords were placed in that pot until they entered the room for their slurpy repast. And, also remember that six of the seven swords were inextricably bonded to said pot.

Which leaves that seventh one. 

It is said that those who lord it over, they too must face being lorded over. So, it was. By sheer luck of the draw the guest whose sword was set aside for to the stirring of the soup pot had some hand. A hand on a sword, if you haven't figured that out by now.

Here is where the legend fades into a great many different versions. 

Some say that the owner of the seventh sword forthwith slayed all his rivals, thus becoming the so-called Big Cheese. (There was a Cheese(s!) course during the feastings, and it was something in itself.) 

What persists is a land unified to this present modern day. Yes, with provinces, but central rulership. 

We don't know if any of the others actually made it out alive or not. Just to say that the hand who holds the sword stirs the pot to his own tune. 

Besides the inclination that the high festive event of legend, and that soup and pot, were placed at an historically pivotal moment in world geo-cultural history and resulted in the unification of an entire multi-racial culture, we can only imagine what other watershed events it might have kindled. 

We do in our own time have something called the "Broth of Your Own Desire" and it's one tasty dish. And by dish, I use the term in its several possible meanings.

Also, it comes to mind, that old chestnut, "Hunger is the best sauce." It probably doesn't fit. 

So sue me.



Postscript:

Perhaps it has occurred to you to ask in all this pomp and ceremony just how does the selection of the swords go down? Some smokey, back room bargaining ... cajoling ... extreme persuasion? None of that. There was in that time a code of honor. Everything neat, sweet, and discreet. No  sub rosa mendacity.

Okay! Okay! So how about it?

There seems to be in the hidden hand of Divine Will a figure in history around whom the wheel of destiny is turned. Thinking back aways, there's that David boychick and his Goliath. 

"Sir, the enemy has an invincible giant, Goliath! No one in all the realms will go up against that insurmountable force! What can we do?"

"We'll there's that shepherd boy, David. He's so simple and unasuming, we'll send him to deal with Goliath. By the way, his aim is true." [Read that as "TRUE".] And, so you know the story. 

In the kitchen meanwhile, we're still wondering how the swords were selected. It seems there's always a "David" when one is needed. That kid peeling the Potatoes and Onions in the back room, that's the one they would choose. Someone said of him, "That boy knows his Onions". However, it wasn't also stated that that was all he knew. Dumb, or wise? You tell me. 

Anyhow, that's the way it went. The kid comes in and without any instruction is asked to select a sword from yon table. Blindfolded. One by one, until that fated seventh. Which he did.

And, so it goes. 












Thursday, October 02, 2025

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐!

 

๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ...


Be sure to read the Editorial at the end. Okay?

In 1921, Walter Russell entered a 39-day trance and returned with radical ideas that sound like science fiction and Nikola Tesla thought he was onto something big.

In May 1921, American polymath Walter Russell underwent a 39-day coma-like trance, emerging with radical insights that challenged everything we know about the universe. During this trance, Russell claimed to have accessed what he called "the source of all knowledge." When he awoke, he poured out page after page of revelations that were so far ahead of their time, they almost seemed to come from another world.

Russell described matter as crystallized light, formed and shaped by thought itself. He believed the universe was not a material force but a mental construct, a rhythm of expansion and contraction, akin to the cycle of breathing. In his vision, death was not the end but rather light returning to its source, and time was not linear but a spiral of now.

Russell’s revolutionary ideas were sent to 500 intellectuals, but they were mostly dismissed as the ramblings of a madman—except for one man, the legendary Nikola Tesla. Tesla, so impressed by Russell's insights, urged him to hide his manuscript for 1,000 years, warning that the world wasn’t ready for such profound truths.

Russell’s book, The Universal One, was largely ignored at the time, but now, as quantum physics and consciousness studies evolve, many are revisiting Russell’s work. His ideas are finding renewed relevance as modern science begins to explore concepts of light, energy, and the mind’s role in shaping reality.

Was Russell a genius whose time has finally come, or was he simply ahead of his time? As we advance in our understanding of the universe, his vision may just become more resonant than ever before.


Editor's Note:

The ancient Eastern Sacred Traditions have this territory well understood, and plodded. It may be a classic Western mind tendency to externalize; intellectualize direct experience. Like many a smart fellow, he just had to get his view across. Thank you ... next.

Don't misunderstand, the gentleman's take is his understanding. It fits with what's been stated from time immemorial. Access to this level of knowledge is tripped over by accident, or secret training. It's commonly available. But, as Tesla suggested, maybe we're not ready to check that out for ourselves. 

And, I have to comment further ... Mr. Tesla, just like all the other smarty pants seem to be compelled to do, you just had to say how it is. How it is for you, you could have specified. You know lots of people take what is said by "experts" to be how it is. Like we're 1,000 years away from being awakened? C'mon man! Now is all we got. 


Tuesday, September 30, 2025

๐“๐€๐—๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐€๐•๐„ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“

 


Annually, Halloween seems to come around year in and year out. On the lead up to that festivity your friend David D. Wronski takes to the highways and byways of Gotham in one of his fleet of taxis. Picking up whomsoever and whatsoever hails for his services.

Be prepared for a daily posting. Be astonished, dumbfounded, amused, bemused, befuddled, enlightened, disabused, and generally entertained.

Enjoy the ride!

This page will be updated daily as news and views materialize.

๐“๐š๐ฑ๐ข ๐ƒ๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž! ๐Ž๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ, ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“. 
๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐‚๐ฒ๐›๐ž๐ซ-๐“๐š๐ฑ๐ข. "๐‘๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฉ."

Some buggy you got there. You can't hear it coming, and you wish you've never seen it.

Boychik ... PEASE!

๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–! ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ก! ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ๐ž?

๐‡๐ž๐ฒ, ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐! ๐†๐ž๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ!

๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ?

๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ... 
๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž?

๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ!

๐…๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ˆ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

๐–๐ก๐จ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ?

๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ...
๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐†๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐‡๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ง๐ž๐ซ 

๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ... ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ.

"๐ƒ๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ...". 
[๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ. ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฒ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ]


"๐€๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ." 

[๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ?]
"๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ?"
"๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐š๐ฆ๐›๐š ... 
๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐  ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ!"

๐…๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ฒ ๐†๐จ๐ข๐ง' ๐Ž๐ง? ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐†๐จ๐ข๐ง'!

๐”๐ญ๐š๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐‡๐ข๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ž. "๐€๐ฌ๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐…๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅ"

๐Ž๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ž: ๐Œ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐›๐š๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ.

๐…๐˜๐ˆ: ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ. ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ. ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ ๐‚๐๐†๐ ๐Ž๐Œ๐…๐”๐†.

๐†๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ...








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Sunday, September 28, 2025

๐™๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ž๐š ...


Some selected take away instructions:

"The forms and techniques are important because they free attention from having to decide what to do next. But their purpose is to create space for presence, not to become objects of attention themselves."

"By providing a structure for movement and attention, the forms freed her from having to constantly decide what to do next, creating space for awareness to rest in immediate experience."

"But the structure must be held lightly as a container rather than as the content itself."

"When someone is authentically present, it creates permission for others to be present as well."


Listen to the selected segment of the story at time stamp 2:24:42


The suggestion to pick one regular activity and practice bringing complete attention to it offers a practical entry point for developing present moment awareness. 

Rather than trying to be mindful of everything all at once, focusing on a single repeated activity allows you to notice the difference between distracted participation and full engagement. 

The story ...

In a village at the foot of the mountains, there lived a tea master named Silto who was known for her exceptional skill. In the traditional ceremony, students traveled from distant cities to learn from her, drawn by descriptions of the profound peace that seemed to emanate from her simple tea preparation. 

Her movements were fluid and graceful, each gesture deliberate yet natural, creating an atmosphere where time seemed to slow down and ordinary concerns fell away. 

But Silto had not always possessed this presence and skill. Years earlier, when she first began studying the way of tea, she had approached it as she approached most things in her busy life, as something to accomplish efficiently so she could move on to the next item on her list. She had memorized the proper sequences of movements, learned the traditional forms, and acquired the necessary utensils and knowledge. Yet, something essential was missing from her practice. Her teacher, an elderly woman named Yukio, had tried various ways to help Silto understand what she was overlooking. But Silto was impatient with subtleties that didn't produce immediate measurable results. She wanted to master the ceremony quickly so she could begin teaching others and establish herself as skilled in this respected art. 

One afternoon after Silto had completed what she considered a technically perfect tea preparation, Yukio made an unexpected observation. Your tea is correctly made. she said quietly. But you were not here while you made it. Silto felt puzzled and slightly defensive. I followed every step precisely. My attention never wavered from the proper forms. Your attention was on performing the forms correctly. But where were you? I was right here preparing tea. Yukio said nothing more that day, but she suggested that for the next week, Silto should prepare tea only for herself. Not for practice, not to demonstrate her growing skill, not with any goal other than simply making and drinking tea when she was genuinely thirsty. This suggestion felt almost insulting to Silto. She had been working hard to develop expertise and now her teacher was asking her to step backward into informal practice. But she respected Yuko enough to follow the guidance despite her frustration. 

The first few days of this informal tea preparation felt awkward and pointless. Without the structure of formal practice or the motivation of impressing her teacher, Silto found herself rushing through the process just to have tea to drink. She boiled water quickly, used whatever cup was convenient, and paid minimal attention to the details she had been working so hard to perfect. But gradually, something began to shift. Without the pressure of performance or the anxiety of being evaluated, Silto started to notice aspects of tea preparation that had been invisible to her during formal study. 

The sound of water beginning to heat, progressing from silence to subtle whispers to rolling boil. The way steam rose from the cup and how its warmth felt against her face as she brought it to her lips. the actual taste of the tea, which she realized she had often barely noticed while concentrating on proper technique. One morning, as she prepared her simple cup of tea before beginning other daily activities, Silto found herself moving more slowly than usual. Not because she was trying to be mindful or demonstrate presence, but because something about the morning light, the quietness of the house, the simple pleasure of warm tea on a cool day made hurrying feel inappropriate. As she poured water over the tea leaves, she noticed that her breathing had naturally slowed and deepened. Her usual mental planning for the day ahead had quieted. There was just the immediate sensory experience of warmth, fragrance, the gentle sound of pouring water. For the first time since beginning her studies, she was completely present with the activity of making tea rather than thinking about making tea or performing tea preparation. When she lifted the cup to her lips and tasted the result of this naturally mindful preparation, the difference was startling. The tea seemed more flavorful, more complex. But beyond that, the entire experience had a quality of richness and satisfaction that her technically superior formal preparations had never achieved. That afternoon, when she met with Yuko for her regular lesson, Silto shared what had happened during her morning tea. Teacher, I think I understand now what you meant about not being present. This morning, I wasn't trying to make good tea or practice correctly. I was simply making tea because I wanted tea and everything felt different. Tell me more about this difference. When I focus on performing the steps correctly, part of my attention is always evaluating how I'm doing, whether my movements are precise, whether I'm remembering everything properly. But this morning, there was no evaluation. Just the immediacy of water, tea, warmth, taste. Yukio smiled. And how did this tea taste compared to your most technically perfect preparations? Zero. Five. Much better. Not because my technique was superior, but because I was actually experiencing the tea instead of thinking about the process of making it. 

Now you begin to understand the way of tea. The forms and techniques are important because they free attention from having to decide what to do next. But their purpose is to create space for presence, not to become objects of attention themselves. Over the following months, as Silto continued integrating this understanding into her formal practice, her entire relationship with the tea ceremony transformed. Instead of performing sequences of movements that she had memorized, she began participating in each gesture as it arose. Instead of demonstrating her knowledge of proper forms, she used those forms as a framework within which genuine presence could unfold. The difference was immediately apparent to anyone who sat with her for tea. The atmosphere that had been somewhat tense and performance oriented became spacious and peaceful. Students stopped feeling like they were watching a demonstration and started feeling like they were participating in a shared meditation. The tea ceremony is not about tea Silto would later explain to her own students. It is about using the simple act of preparing and sharing tea as an opportunity to practice complete presence. When you are fully here while making tea, the tea becomes a vehicle for awareness itself. Years later, when Silto had become a respected teacher, she would often share the lesson that Yuko had given her about the difference between performing presence and actually being present. Many students work very hard to appear mindful, she would explain. They move slowly and deliberately, attend carefully to details, follow all the prescribed forms with great precision. But this is not mindfulness. This is thinking about mindfulness while doing other things. True presence in any activity emerges when you stop trying to be present and start actually participating in what you're doing. It's the difference between watching yourself make tea and simply making tea. One is performance even if the audience is only yourself.

The other is participation. The way of tea became for Silto a daily practice that extended far beyond formal ceremony. She brought the same quality of natural presence to cooking, cleaning, conversation, and solitude. Each activity became an opportunity to return to immediate experience rather than living always one step removed in thoughts about that experience. This story reveals how presence is actually quite different from the concentrated effort that people often mistake for mindfulness. 

Silto's discovery that her tea improved when she stopped trying to make it perfectly points to the difference between forced attention and natural awareness. When she was focused on correct performance, part of her attention was always split. Some awareness was on the immediate task while another part monitored and evaluated her performance. This division created a subtle tension that prevented full engagement with the experience itself. The informal tea preparation allowed her to discover what happens when attention is not divided between doing and evaluating doing. When the goal shifted from demonstrating competence to simply enjoying tea, her natural awareness could settle completely into immediate sensory experience. This illustrates something profound about how presence operates. It is not something you create through effort but something you allow by reducing interference. When the mind stops dividing experience into performer and performance, subject and object, awareness naturally becomes absorbed in whatever is happening.

The tea ceremony's forms and traditions served an important function once Silto understood their purpose. They weren't ends in themselves, but scaffolding that could support natural presence. By providing a structure for movement and attention, the forms freed her from having to constantly decide what to do next, creating space for awareness to rest in immediate experience. This points to something valuable about how contemplative practices work. Whether it's tea ceremony, walking meditation, or simple daily activities, external structure can support inner stillness. But the structure must be held lightly as a container rather than as the content itself. Silto's teacher understood that presence cannot be taught directly because it's not something you add to experience. It's what's already here when you stop adding mental commentary, evaluation, and projection. The week of informal practice wasn't a step backward, but a way of discovering what had been missing from all the correct technique.

The transformation in atmosphere when Silto began teaching from genuine presence rather than demonstrated knowledge illustrates how awareness affects not just individual experience but the quality of relationship and environment. When someone is authentically present, it creates permission for others to be present as well. Her insight about the difference between performing presence and being present applies far beyond tea ceremony. In meditation, people often work hard to appear mindful to themselves, carefully 
monitoring their posture, breath, and mental states. But this self-conscious mindfulness can actually prevent the natural absorption that emerges when attention settles into direct experience. The same principle appears in conversations where listening with effort to seem like a good listener is different from simply being interested in what someone is saying. It appears in work where trying to be mindful while performing tasks creates a different quality of engagement than becoming absorbed in the tasks themselves. Silto learned that presence is more like falling asleep than like lifting weights. You create the right conditions and then allow something natural to occur rather than forcing it to happen. When she stopped trying to make perfect tea and simply made tea with care and attention, presence emerged on its own. Both stories in this artifact point to the same essential teaching. Presence is not an achievement but a return. Not something exotic that requires special conditions, but the natural result of meeting whatever is happening with complete attention. The monk sweeping the path and the woman preparing tea both discovered that ordinary activities become extraordinary when met with wholehearted participation. Not because the activities themselves change, but because undivided attention reveals qualities of richness, peace, and connection that scattered awareness overlooks. This understanding transforms daily life from a series of tasks to be completed into opportunities for moments of genuine presence without needing to withdraw from the world or create special meditation schedules. Awareness can be cultivated through bringing full attention to whatever is already happening. The breath is perhaps the most immediate teacher of this principle. Each inhale and exhale happens only once. This breath will never occur again in exactly this way. When attention settles naturally into breathing without trying to control or improve it, the simplest act becomes a doorway to profound stillness.

The present moment is not a place to arrive but the only place you ever actually are. Past and future exist only in thought even when those thoughts are useful for planning or learning. But life itself unfolds only now in the immediate flow of sensation, breath, awareness. Notice how even reading these words is happening now. The understanding that arises from them emerges in present awareness. There is nowhere else to go to find what these teachings point toward. No future moment when presence will be easier or more complete than it can be right here. When presence becomes natural rather than effortful, daily life transforms without changing. The same activities continue, but they're met with increasing intimacy rather than distance. Work becomes more satisfying when engaged with full attention. Relationships deepen when presence is offered rather than just physical proximity. Even difficulty becomes more manageable when met directly rather than through the lens of resistance and mental commentary.

The pathway is already beneath your feet. The tea is already in your hands. The moment you've been seeking is always this one. Not because this moment is always pleasant, but because it's always real. And in that reality, stepped into fully lies the peace that thought can only think about, but presence can actually touch. The present moment asks nothing of you except presence itself. And presence asks nothing except willingness to be where you actually are instead of where you think you should be or wish you were. This willingness is sufficient. This moment is complete. This awareness is home. As we continue on our journey together, we arrive at something that touches every person who has ever tried to make something happen. The attachment to results. The way we pour our hearts into work, relationships, or dreams and then feel disappointed when things don't turn out as we hoped.