Saturday, December 14, 2024

๐”๐ง๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž "๐‘๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ" ...


This is written primarily for practitioners in the field of Rolf Structural Integration. It's on the question of "Random Body" posed by Ritchie Mintz; he's a teacher with the American Guild for Structural Integration. 

The accompanying video is a recording of an online meeting in early December 2024 in which Ritchie Mintz presents his understandings around the idea of the "Random Body". He also invited comments, and this article aims to provide a few.

This article is long, so maybe read it first; then, if you want to dig deep, watch the video.

"Random Body." 

A little background will be helpful for context. Long ago Dr. Ida P. Rolf made this prescient observation: Some individuals may perceive their losing fight with Gravity as a sharp pain in their back, others as the unflattering contour of their body, others as constant fatigue, yet others as an unrelentingly threatening environment. Those over forty may call it old age. And yet all these signals may be pointing to a single problem so prominent in their own structure, as well as others, that it has been ignored: they are off balance; they are at war with Gravity.

In other words the average individual is off balance in respect to the demands of Gravity. This is the usual condition, but it is taken as normal. Dr. Rolf's view is evolutionary. That is, we Humans are still evolving in our relationship in respect to the dictates of Earth's energy field. Her common sense insight is the direction of Human evolution in physical terms is toward balanced vertical uprightness. 

Ida being anything if not practical, she originated a formalized hands-on approach for assisting individuals in evolving the makeup of their body to an effortlessly upright, unstressed stance. All based on the same basic core idea known to stucture designers and building from time immemorial. Yet, this is a new idea. In terms of the human body it is. And, it's new that sort of possibility can be easily available to anyone regardless of age or life circumstances. It certainly makes sense. Acute medical conditions ... no. You have to be healthy to balance your body. At least, healthy enough to not have medical conditions which need first attention. Chronic conditions ... yes. Nota bene: this is not a substitute for appropriate medical attention or other therapies. It's more in the category of education. 

Dr. Ida P. Rolf's is the definitive and peerless approach to assist individuals to raise the level of the organization of their bodies from a random mix of accumulated imbalances to the kind of simple vertical, even, and level stance called for for all structural arrangements in Earth's Gravity field. 

Dr. Rolf used the term "Random Body" in her class discussions. Probably making the point in her brilliant lectures to wide audiences. It's a well known idea among Rolf Structural Integration practitioners, but not in the common domain. Ritchie Mintz intends to get it out to the general public. That living with bodily imbalances is usual, but taken as normal. And, of course, there's an option to correct the situation.

Packed into the term "Random Body" along with the general condition of imbalance, is how imbalances in the fabric of the body vary individual to individual. Not only in terms of typical external expressions, but importantly in the compensatory patterns as well. Structural Integrators invest a lot of inquiry into identifying general patterns of imbalance and their underlying compensations. In the video Ritchie Mintz gives a long list. Brilliant.

Imbalances in the arrangement of the body have many causes. We are shaped by our experience(s). Repeated habits. A mix of good and bad. Repetitive usage patterns get fixed into the fabric of the flesh. Factor in unresolved accidents and traumas. Insufficient or incorrect learning. Modeling significant others who themselves may not manifest sound structure.

The subject of Human balance in respect to Gravity opens up into a lot of territory. There's so much more, but let's stick to the point of this writing. More information is available online everywhere, and in the many articles on this website. 

Ritchie Mintz invited discussion and comments on his idea(s) around this "Random Body" idea.

Here goes ...

While this term is full of meaning for professionals in the field, my view is unpacking it to become a commonly understood term/idea as such among the general public is a project with built in obstacles. Because the term in unfamiliar it becomes more of a project to anchor a set of words than getting across the essential idea in more familiar terms. So, let's keep it simple.

And, simply put, Humanity is not in balance. The news gives ample evidence of that. But, in this case, we're referring to something which has yet to make the news. Could it be being out of balance in the makeup of our body structure colors our perception(s) and fashions our world into a reflection of those imbalances? This is Psychology 101; not at all a new idea. Just maybe not one given sufficient due. 

Or, maybe stated more positively and constructively, Humanity is not yet at its potential for living into its birthright of vertical uprightness and balance. My sense of it is focusing on the constructive option is the better sell. The one often too easily comes to mind is "Problem/Solution". You're off balance in that random body, I have the solution. The other is based on "Opportunity/Choice". The positive one is, You do better in such bodily balance, so chose to cultivate it. It's healthy, actually it is normal; the design of the human body calls for it, Physics demands it. Also, such balance gives full range of motion and opens up higher levels of performance and creative expressiveness. As an inner issue, having an active conscious relationship with the force of Gravity is freeing; from outdated, outmoded mental constructs and false identifications. Net, net it's about becoming truly Human. Not someone's idea of what that is, just someone's idea Gravity is a sustainable energy source which can be enlisted with assurance toward becoming true in every sense of the word. 


This assertion we're out of balance is problematic. How many times have we been pitched to buy something or other is a solution to a problem. There's a built in skepticism around being sold. And, who likes to be reminding there's something wrong in the first place. Who's asking. Can't answer a question no one is asking. You can, however, raise the question. And, very important, before you can go and talk to people in those terms you have to have a priori established trust, respect, and authority. That's an essential first. In the art of selling it's well understood it's first about creating some real empathy in the relationship which then earns the permission to make your point. 

My idea is to flip the issue entirely. Rather than pointing out the problem, how about pointing out the possibility? The possibilities. The potential(s). Sell the sizzle as it were. There's always the steak. [But, some are vegans.] Once someone is in the question, and open to consider making changes, then we can discuss options.

It's probably a general assumption among Structural Integrator professionals the solution to an imbalanced structure is to undertake a series of Rolf Structural Integration. It's certainly a good option. It's what we do. It's how we earn a living. But, if suddenly the world awoke to the need and potential of living in balance with the Gravitational field of the Earth, there wouldn't enough practitioners of the Rolf Method to meet the demand. There are things to do right now to meet a wide audience of prospects.

That's why my suggestion is to start a conversation about the benefits of living with a balanced body structure. First things first. Many self-help options can then be offered. 

Some obvious big ones which come to mind are concerned around our use of IT devices. Basic idea: the eyes are meant to look straight forward, not head down toward your smart phone or laptop. Unless this gets into the public mentality — like car seat belts — there's gonna be a lot of sore heads and necks and shoulders. 


And, sit up straight! Or, point your feet and knees forward when you walk. How about something in the basic school curriculum which focuses on correct use of the body?

Models on the catwalk cross over just out of the convention of that particular presentation. You can see so many ballerinas around their school in Lincoln Center in New York City walking with turn outs. Another convention, but for the dance floor. So engrained, alas, it's built into the everyday movements. As was mentioned, we're shaped by our experience. 

High heels. Nice line, for sure. So bad for the feet when you prance around in those things 24/7.

Each of us has patterns we repeat in life. Like my Uncle Stash. Flat forehead and round shoulders. Not too bright. Every time you ask him a question he shrugs his shoulders. Give him the answer, he slaps his forehead. It's a joke. But, it makes the point. The shape you're in is a living testament to your unique personal history. Unresolved imbalances just keep you running in circles. Repeating the same mistakes. Acting out unconsciously. Psychologically it's like living under a cloud, or in a fog. In short ...


 So, in my own way, here's the pitch ...

There are so many other ways to make the case. I'm not promoting any particular way, just to point out there are so many creative options when you focus on the potentials and possibilities. 








Wednesday, December 11, 2024

๐–๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ค๐ข'๐ฌ ๐–๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’


Merriam-Webster recently came out with its selection for their place of honor for 2024 Word of the Year: "Polarization". 

No argument with that. But, it does depend a more than a little bit on how you want to frame it. No? And, understandable given this has been an election year. Good on you, Merriam-Webster.

Wronski's Wramblings is a player in this field too.

We're not gonna right now settle on le mot juste for 2024, but render some candidates for our many readers' degustation and noodlementation.

So ... [With some intimation of our current likelihoods based on position on the list ... maybe. You tell me.]


"Unprovoked"

"Anti-Semitic"

"OY!"

"Unburdened"

"Genocide"

"Fascist"

"Neocon"

"War"

"Proxy"

"Death"

"Propaganda"

"Narrative"

"Control"

"JOY!"

"Dictator"

"DOGE"

"Drone"

Taking a look at all the options for Wronski's Wramblings 2024 Word of the Year it's been decided to include them all into a "Word Salad". After the Presidential campaign this year we should be pretty much familiar with the form, and maybe wanting a soupรงon, another helping, a curtain call.

And for a Lucky Strike extra exclusively and just for the God-Sent zionist leaders of the State of Israel ... [If the shoe fits, you'll wear it.]

"Treif"

"Shanda"

"Selah"



Thursday, December 05, 2024

๐†๐ž๐ง๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ



Chรถgyal Namkhai Norbu
Advice on Presence and Awareness

Even if 'practitioners' talk a great deal about Mahamudra and Dzogchen, all they are really doing is becoming more expert and refined in the ways of behaving of the eight worldly dharmas. This is a sure sign that a true compassion has not arisen in us, and the root of the matter is that there has never really arisen the presence of awareness.

So, without chattering about it, or getting caught up in trying to hide behind an elegant facade, one should try really and truly to cause the presence of awareness actually to arise in oneself, and then carry it into practice. This is the most important point of the practice of Dzogchen.

There is a Tibetan proverb about this, which says: 'Even if you've got eyes to see other people, you need a mirror to see yourself!' As this proverb implies, if one really wants a genuine compassion for others to arise in oneself, it is necessary to observe one's own defects, be aware of them, and mentally put yourself in other people's places to really discover what those persons' actual conditions might be.

The only way to succeed in this is to have the presence of awareness. Otherwise, even if one pretends to have great compassion, a situation will sooner or later arise which shows that compassion has never really been born in us at all.

Until a pure compassion does arise, there is no way to overcome one's limits and barriers. And it happens that many practitioners, as they progress in the practice, just end up thinking of themselves as being a 'divinity' and thinking of everyone else as being 'evil spirits'. Thus they are doing nothing other than increasing their own limits, developing attachment towards themselves, and hatred towards others.


Tuesday, December 03, 2024

Robert Frost How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King When It’s in You and in the Situation


Robert Frost

How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King
When It’s in You and in the Situation


The King said to his son: “Enough of this!
The Kingdom’s yours to finish as you please.
I’m getting out tonight. Here, take the crown.”

But the Prince drew away his hand in time
To avoid what he wasn’t sure he wanted.
So the crown fell and the crown jewels scattered.
And the Prince answered, picking up the pieces,
“Sire, I’ve been looking on and I don’t like
The looks of empire here. I’m leaving with you.”

So the two making good their abdication
Fled from the palace in the guise of men.
But they had not walked far into the night
Before they sat down weary on a bank
Of dusty weeds to take a drink of stars.
And eyeing one he only wished were his,
Bigel, Bellatrix, or else Betelgeuse,
The ex-King said, “Yon star’s indifference
Fills me with fear I’ll be left to my fate:
I needn’t think I have escaped my duty.
For hard it is to keep from being King
When it’s in you and in the situation.
Witness how hard it was for Julius Caesar.
He couldn’t keep himself from being King.
He had to be stopped by the sword of Brutus.
Only less hard was it for Washington.
My crown shall overtake me, you will see,
It will come rolling after us like a hoop.”

“Let’s not get superstitious. Sire,” the Prince said.
“We should have brought the crown along to pawn.”
“You’re right,” the ex-King said, “we’ll need some money.
How would it be for you to take your father
To the slave auction in some market place
And sell him into slavery? My price
Should be enough to set you up in business —
Or making verse if that is what you’re bent on.
Don’t let your father tell you what to be.”

The ex-King stood up in the market place
And tried to look ten thousand dollars’ worth.
To the first buyer coming by who asked
What good he was he boldly said, “I’ll tell you:
I know the Quintessence of many things.
I know the Quintessence of food, I know
The Quintessence of jewels, and I know
The Quintessence of horses, men, and women.”

The eunuch laughed: “Well, that’s a lot to know.
And here’s a lot of money. Who’s the taker?
This larrikin? All right. You come along.
You’re off to Xanadu to help the cook.
I’ll try you in the kitchen first on food
Since you put food first in your repertory.
It seems you call quintessence quintessence.”

“I’m a Rhodes scholar — that’s the reason why.
I was at college in the Isle of Rhodes.”

The slave served his novitiate dish-washing.

He got his first chance to prepare a meal
One day when the chief cook was sick at heart.
(The cook was temperamental like the King)
And the meal made the banqueters exclaim
And the Great King inquire whose work it was.

“A man’s out there who claims he knows the secret.

Not of food only but of everything,
Jewels and horses, women, wine, and song.”
The King said grandly, “Even as we are fed
See that our slave is also. He’s in favor.
Take notice, Haman, he’s in favor with us.”

There came to court a merchant selling pearls,

A smaller pearl he asked a thousand for,
A larger one he asked five hundred for.
The King sat favoring one pearl for its bigness,
And then the other for its costliness
(He seems to have felt limited to one).
Till the ambassadors from Punt or somewhere
Shuffled their feet as if to hint respectfully,
“The choice is not between two pearls, O King,
But between peace and war as we conceive it.
We are impatient for your royal answer.”

No estimating how far the entente
Might have deteriorated had not someone
Thought of the kitchen slave and had him in
To put an end to the Kang's vacillation.

And the slave said, “The small one’s worth the price,
But the big one is worthless. Break it open.
My head for it — you’ll find the big one hollow.
Permit me” — and he crushed it under his heel
And showed them it contained a live teredo.

“But tell us how you knew,” Darius cried.

“Oh, from my knowledge of its quintessence.
I told you I knew the quintessence of jewels.
But anybody could have guessed in this case.
From the pearl’s having its own native warmth.
Like flesh, there must be something living in it.”
“Feed him another feast of recognition.”
And so it went with triumph after triumph
Till on a day the King, being sick at heart
(The King was temperamental like his cook.

But nobody had noticed the connection).
Sent for the ex-King in a private matter.
“You say you know the inwardness of men
As well as of your hundred other things.
Dare to speak out and tell me about myself.
What ails me? Tell me. Why am I unhappy?”

“You’re not where you belong. You’re not a King
Of royal blood. Your father was a cook.”

“You die for that.”

                                                            “No, you go ask your mother.”

His mother didn’t like the way he put it,
“But yes,” she said, “some day I’ll tell you, dear.
You have a right to know your pedigree.
You’re well descended on your mother’s side.
Which is unusual. So many kings
Have married beggar maids from off the streets.
Your mother’s folks — ”

                                                                He stayed to hear no more,
But hastened back to reassure his slave
That if he had him slain it wouldn’t be
For having lied but having told the truth.
“At least you ought to die for wizardry.
But let me into it and I will spare you.
How did you know the secret of my birth?”

“If you had been a king of royal blood,
You’d have rewarded me for all I’ve done
By making me your minister-vizier,
Or giving me a nobleman’s estate.
But all you thought of giving me was food.
I picked you out a horse called Safety Third
By Safety Second out of Safety First,
Guaranteed to come safely off with you
From all the fights you had a mind to lose.
You could lose battles, you could lose whole wars.
You could lose Asia, Africa, and Europe,
No one could get you: you would come through smiling.
You lost your army at Mosul. What happened?
You came companionless, but you came home.
Is it not true? And what was my reward?
This time an all-night banquet, to be sure,
But still food, food. Your one idea was food.
None but a cook’s son could be so food-minded.
I knew your father must have been a cook.
I’ll bet you anything that’s all as King
You think of for your people — feeding them.”

But the King said, “Haven’t I read somewhere
There is no act more kingly than to give?”

“Yes, but give character and not just food.
A King must give his people character.”

“They can’t have character unless they’re fed.”

“You’re hopeless,” said the slave.

                                    “I guess I am;
I am abject before you,” said Darius.

“You know so much, go on, instruct me further.
Tell me some rule for ruling people wisely,
In case I should decide to reign some more.
How shall I give a people character?”

“Make them as happy as is good for them.
But that’s a hard one, for I have to add:
Not without consultation with their wishes;
Which is the crevice that lets Progress in.
If we could only stop the Progress somewhere.
At a good point for pliant permanence,
Where Madison attempted to arrest it.
But no, a woman has to be her age,
A nation has to take its natural course
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out.”

“So much for Progress,” said Darius meekly.
“Another word that bothers me is Freedom.
You’re good at maxims. Say me one on Freedom.
What has it got to do with character?
My satrap Tissaphemes has no end
Of trouble with it in his Grecian cities
Along the Aegean coast. That’s all they talk of.”

“Behold my son in rags here with his lyre,”
The ex-King said. “We’re in this thing together.
He is the one who took the money for me
When I was sold — and small reproach to him.
He’s a good boy. ’Twas at my instigation.
I looked on it as a Carnegie grant
For him to make a poet of himself on
If such a thing is possible with money.
Unluckily it wasn’t money enough
To be a test. It didn’t last him out.
And he may have to turn to something else
To earn a living. I don’t interfere.
I want him to be anything he has to.
He has been begging through the Seven Cities
Where Homer begged. He’ll tell you about Freedom.
He writes free verse, I’m told, and he is drought
To be the author of the Seven Freedoms,
Free Will, Trade, Verse, Thought, Love, Speech, Coinage.
(You ought to see the coins done in Cos.)
His name is Omar. I as a Rhodes Scholar
Pronounce it Homer with a Cockney rough.
Freedom is slavery some poets tell us.
Enslave yourself to the right leader’s truth,
Christ’s or Karl Marx’, and it will set you free.
Don’t listen to their play of paradoxes.
The only certain freedom’s in departure.
My son and I have tasted it and know.
We feel it in the moment we depart
As fly the atomic smithereens to nothing.
The problem for the King is just how strict
The lack of liberty, the squeeze of law
And discipline should be in school and state
To insure a jet departure of our going
Like a pip shot from ’twixt our pinching fingers.”

“All this facility disheartens me.
Pardon my interruption; I’m unhappy.
I guess I’ll have the headsman execute me
And press your father into being King.”

“Don’t let him fool you: he’s a King already.
But though almost all-wise, he makes mistakes.
I’m not a free-verse singer. He was wrong there.
I claim to be no better than I am.
I write real verse in numbers, as they say.
I’m talking not free verse but blank verse now.
Regular verse springs from the strain of rhythm
Upon a metre, strict or loose iambic.
From that strain comes the expression strains of music.
The tune is not that metre, not that rhythm,
But a resultant that arises from them.
Tell them Iamb, Jehovah said, and meant it.
Free verse leaves out the metre and makes up
For the deficiency by church intoning.
Free verse so called is really cherished prose.
Prose made of, given an air by church intoning.
It has its beauty, only I don’t write it.
And possibly my not writing it should stop me
From holding forth on Freedom like a Whitman —
A Sandburg. But permit me in conclusion:
Tell Tissaphemes not to mind the Greeks.
The freedom they seek is by politics,
Forever voting and haranguing for it.
The reason artists show so little interest
In public freedom is because the freedom
They’ve come to feel the need of is a kind
No one can give them — they can scarce attain —
The freedom of their own material;
So, never at a loss in simile.
They can command the exact affinity
Of anything they are confronted with.
This perfect moment of unbafflement,
When no man’s name and no noun’s adjective
But summons out of nowhere like a jinni.
We know not what we owe this moment to.
It may be wine, but much more likely love —
Possibly just well-being in the body.
Or respite from the thought of rivalry.
It’s what my father must mean by departure.
Freedom to flash off into wild connections.
Once to have known it nothing else will do.
Our days all pass awaiting its return.
You must have read the famous valentine
Pericles sent Aspasia in absentia:

For God himself the height of feeling free
Must have been his success in simile

When at sight of you he thought of me.

Let’s see, where are we? Oh, we’re in transition,
Changing an old King for another old one.
What an exciting age it is we live in —
With all this talk about the hope of youth
And nothing made of youth. Consider me,
How totally ignored I seem to be.
No one is nominating me for King.
The headsman has Darius by the belt
To lead him off the Asiatic way
Into oblivion without a lawyer.
But that is as Darius seems to want it.
No fathoming the Asiatic mind.
And father’s in for what we ran away from.
And superstition wins. He blames the stars,
Aldebaran, Capella, Sirius,
(As I remember they were summer stars
The night we ran away from Ctesiphon)
For looking on and not participating.
(Why are we so resentful of detachment?)
But don’t tell me it wasn’t his display
Of more than royal attributes betrayed him.
How hard it is to keep from being king
When it’s in you and in the situation.
And that is half the trouble with the world
(Or more than half I’m half inclined to say).”

Sunday, December 01, 2024

๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐“๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐†๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ...

  


First, some necessary background ...

On Gravity. As everyone knows, Gravity is there. There, all the time and everywhere and all at once. Even in space, where there's the absence of Gravity. Seemingly. At least at the individual experiential level. We may think there's no Gravity in outer space on account of we experience weightlessness there.  But, don't make no mistake, Gravity is even working in the presence of its "absence". On the cosmic scale, and down to the particles of dust. If not down, down into the Quantum.

The main takeaway to please take away is this: The force of Gravity is a resource for Human health, well being, performance, and creativity. It can be enlisted — "uploaded" — easily, by everyone. Now, just to recognize that it's a choice ... and choose it! The simple approach is to foster balance of the body in respect to the dictates of Gravity. It's basic science. Yet, not pretty much applied. Yet. 

Naturally we've come to recognize that bodily balance in respect to the demands of Gravity is something that's worthwhile for us to learn. However, you could say that as a species we Humans are still evolving along those lines. And, a way to go it looks like. Look at the average individual, living with all those accumulated imbalances! Egads! It's so commonplace we've become inured to the situation and it goes unnoticed for what it actually is: We are at war with Gravity. Perhaps Mssrs. Musk and Ramaswamy might fold that gem into their DOGE agenda. [Pass it on, s'il vous plaรฎt'] 

Think about that when you want to understand what's in the news. Our outer condition projected out into the world. If that idea is new to you, check it out. It'll save you a lot of trouble to relate to the world by taking responsibility for what you see as a posture in Life.


Let's now get back to that "Blondell".

As seen in the photo first shown above, we're talking about the eponymous "Blondell" approach to bodily balance. Yet another method based on the theory of follicular continuity and synchronicity with the neuro-myofascial system. Simply put, you pull the hair, that stimulous enters the brain, which neurons in turn connect to the corresponding anatomical location in the myofascial matrix which is linkd to said follicular locus on the keppe. 

The deal with the fascial aspect of all this is that the body is plastic. The body is plastic. Not just elastic, like a rubber band ... PLASTIC. We are shaped by our experience. Literally. That shape is carried by the Fascial system. Among the cognoscenti it's referred to as the Organ of Structure. It's a ubiquitous, continuous three dimensional "fabric" — "matrix", "bedding" —going from directly under the skin, down to the bones, around and through and through muscles and organs, and intimately connected and integral with the walls of the cells. Stop a moment and visualize that. It's even a new point of view in science. 

The Fascial component is rich in protein fibers which form chains/linkages of continuity. Think of how the short fibers of wool are woven together to make a strand of yarn, then to make a knitted garment. Like fiberglass and carbon fiber forms. This fibrous Fascial matrix is theorized to hold shape, maintain relationships. Not rigid, but dynamic. Elastic. Also, being plastic, it forms semi-fixed patterns according to how we use our bodies. Muscle memory? It also takes on imbalanced patterns which are results of repeated bad habits, unresolved accidents and traumas, insufficient learning, and modeling significant others who themselves may not present balance in the makeup of their own bodies.

Here's another way to imagine the Fascial matrix. Like in an Orange. Peel the skin and it's a whole peeled orange. Separate the segments. And, if you look closely, lots of individual juice filled cells. That's like Fascia. All that stuff that keeps everything together. Now wouldn't you say that's a really "appealing" idea?

Relationship, another related big point. The idea of bodily balance has to do with getting the relationships of the parts of the body into a normal anatomical pattern. Scientifically we understand the Human body is designed for verticality, horizontality, and symmetry. And, very significant also, the whole body's relationship to the Earth. Actually, the whole Human being's relationship to the planet. The simple Physics of structures. Same verticality with everything level and even.

Last point. Since the Human body is plastic — shaped by experience — imbalances can also be worked out just as well. How this is accomplished has been extensively documented around the approach called Rolf Structural Integration. Lots on that in other posts on RolfInk website

This here write up covers some of the other little known approaches. And, jest aside, maybe there's something to the notion that the hair-as-integral hypothetical can stimulate some thinking about other, even simpler approaches. Maybe even something in a bottle? But, I'm not suggesting literally a pill. Big Pharma would love to cook up something for that! But no, more in a way to do it yourself, at home. Of course, Structural Integration is the definitive and peerless approach should you want individualized, tailored assistance.

Kapische? If not, then stop reading immediately! What follows presumes aforementioned understanding. Like, no dessert until you clean your plate. Sorry. [Not.] Now, go away.

Now, for those who are not dumbasses ... [Say "yes" in the comments, or I'll have to assume there's no one in that category left.]

The twist here with the "Blondell" is that it's indeed a sort of a do-it-yourself approach. Where you set up the apparatus in the comfort of your own home and communicate your felt sensations to a technician — an AI version is in the works — via telephone, who in turn inputs that data into a computer synced with those gizmos pulling on your hair. Obviously, modulating the input tensions on the follicles according to algorithms based on coordination with recipient’s real time subjective verbal reporting. "Yes, yes ... OMG, yes!" Not "OUCH!". And a host of other stuff too technical for me to bother to explain to you. Trust me, it's the shizz. A snippet of which calculus is shown here, thusly:

At this point in Human history we have an “Atomic View” of things. Even our most abstract sciences, they break everything down to particles. Those "Quantum" types, even bits you can't see; but somehow you know they're there on account of tracks made in who knows what and how come. I won't get into it; it'll be over even your head, and that's not the point here anyway. 

Back to the "Atomic View". That’s why we see the universe as composed of separate bodies and constellations of bodies. And even larger aggregations. Even so vast, still as separate bits. Atomic. 

There's another view. By the way, "view" is not the same as "truth". And, there's "truth" and then there's "Truth". The former is relative. The latter, well it just is. So there there — not unlike the force of Gravity — that we can overlook it for all those relative distractions. Of the bits that vie for our attention, don't you know.

A view may be truthful insofar as it helps us get to the truth. There's the “Wholistic View”. To see the Oneness of it all. That, dear friend, is in the realm of The Truth. 

Take a look at this image, and see what I mean. And, let me ask you Pilgrim, how come you think in the spaces between things there's nothing there? If indeed the Universe is a Oneness, a unity, then what's keeping all those bits together? Riddle me that! Gravity?

In case you're thinking that the idea having been presented is a one-off, or maybe even a joke, let me assure you that early stage science can be a gritty business. Many other approaches have undergone clinical trials behind the core theory of the hair-as-extention-of-the-neuro/myofascial-web.

Witness ...






















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This is written primarily for practitioners in the field of Rolf Structural Integration. It's on the question of "Random Body"...