Anima Vestra – Your Soul

Posted in Uncategorized on June 19, 2018 by His Dark Side

My Gym – the 36th Chamber

Posted in Uncategorized on February 8, 2015 by His Dark Side

I sit composing my frame and body, allowing breathing to steady and heartbeat to settle. The heat is turned up in the gym, and I wait for it to warm while water simmers. Black coffee first. I’ll also empty by bowels.

There is a dark ritual that allows me to enter a physical resource state for exercise. Focus has to be precise. Any lapse or break in concentration can make me depart from a good workout. Building muscle isn’t my goal, yet it remains a welcomed by-product.

Instead, it is about movement. The improvement in function of my body.
In many ways the gym is a torture chamber. It is my haven, a cleansed space only for my use. My creation. Patiently it awaits my entrance.


Art of War – Quote

Posted in Uncategorized on February 3, 2015 by His Dark Side

“If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him.
If he is in superior strength, evade him.
If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him.
Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.
If he is taking his ease, give him no rest.
If his forces are united, separate them.
If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them.
Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.”
Sun Tzu
(The Art of War)



Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2015 by His Dark Side


Gung Fu Claw

Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2015 by His Dark Side

“Sidi, finga powah!” he exclaimed, with his brow deeply furrowed.

Sifu Leung called me “Sidi” for the 11 year period that I trained with him in Red Boat Wing Chun. And despite having lived in England for a couple of years before I met him, he had adopted only the most rudimentary English words which he spewed out with a strong Mandarin accent.

He grabbed my forearm and demonstrated what he meant by ‘finger power’ which I will try to briefly explain by describing what I felt and saw.

I watched as he grabbed my arm and the tips of his fingers became embedded, pressed into my flesh. There was a white hot burning sensation where his nails threatened to tear into skin and I saw the veins furiously pop up across striated muscles of his tensed forearm.

In that instant, Sifu taught me that when you grab a person your hand should resemble a piercing claw.

The intent is to grab through fascia, skin, superficial tissue, and dig in such a way that you feel the separation of strands of muscle, into the rigid depth point of bone. When you seize, do it in such a way that you control the opponent whilst also making him feel pain.

This is Gung Fu.


Anxiety, Gung Fu and MMA

Posted in Martial Arts and Training on January 29, 2015 by His Dark Side

I have low level anxiety before training MMA. Moments of doubt and self deprecation creep in, in which being a Gung Fu man feels more like a limiting factor.

The rounds are timed during (no gi) grappling bouts and my main training partners are not only seasoned veterans, but also ex-fighters.

Last night my main grappling coach took me apart in a calculated way. Strength and explosiveness are his forte. After him came an Olympic level wrestler, who is blindingly fast and fluid. And the 30 seconds respite wasn’t enough before I faced a hyper-flexible Jiu Jitsu black belt.

Words of encouragement are cold comfort at times like this.

They say that you are only as good as your training partners. My partners are world class. Mostly, I feel entirely out of my depths, but I freely admit that grappling makes me uncomfortable (even if I have reached a level of competence).

Yet, when gloves are strapped on and I have the freedom to self express with footwork, punches and kicks, there is no anxiety.

There is just union with the grand ultimate, a feeling of oneness with all creation.

This is when Gung Fu becomes liberating.

Wu Wei, Gung Fu and Anger

Posted in Martial Arts and Training on January 27, 2015 by His Dark Side

Flowing in natural harmony with ones personality and disposition is supremely martial. Unlike others, I do not suppress nor repress my processes with a view to, inter alia, presenting myself as a noble, yet altogether vacuous, being. When I am angry, I allow for the mechanism of violence to flow freely and adrenalin and cortisol to be secreted without restraint.

By allowing one to flow in natural harmony with the inclinations of the body is wu wei; the active-elusive of ‘unforced action’. The limiting constraint however is to channel such behaviours into manifestations that aren’t overtly destructive, I hit heavy bags, spar and practice Gung Fu. This is martial arts and I doubt whether any man will be able to misalign the totality of my thoughts to present me with a new paradigm shift akin to Kuhn’s Theorem of Scientific Revolution. I have stood on the shoulders of two behemoths, Leung, Kwok-Keung sifu and Jesse Glover, sifu. So what threat would you pose with flaccid words and mediocre martial capability?

The alternate schema appears to be one of exaggerated political correctness and the casting of aspersions onto another. When one speaks in individual tones of accusations toward another, just as you have spoken to me, it becomes a supremely cowardly act considering the limitations of time and space for me to have the pleasure of looking you in the eye and welcoming critical observations. But you wouldn’t want to fuck with me. Trust.

Rather than asking for justifications of your inflammatory language I would defer to Jung and ask; what insecurities exist within you (and your psyche) which you are seeking to project.

Darkness reigns supreme.


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