What brings us closer to our own dream? Religion? Great Sex? A really great piece of chocolate? I have friends that would respond that there is no difference between any of the above. All joking aside, some would say that life is a lot of work and hopefully filled with some “good luck.” In the BaZi Suan Ming there are many opportunities to help your self during times of stress, crisis and out right loneliness. How do you know you are in your dream? What makes you think things may not change- for better or worse? We live in a world where (it turns out) Area 51 exists, people can “hack” into your car while you are driving, a low fat diet early in childhood will make you fat later in life and John Lennon may come back from the dead.
Really? Damn and all those back taxes.
In order to get the most use out of your BaZi chart there are certain things to understand how a 5,000 year old algorithm can change your life. Let us start with “BaZi 101 Basics.”
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seemed to come crashing down over your ears? I certainly have had my share of these moments. My fall back position used to always reason in the end that, “I will try harder. I will work harder. I will pay more attention.” Finally, after years of neglect- I decided to take the help and advice from my grandmother, my parents, my uncles and aunts and my tribal elders. In addition, I have actually chosen to listen to the very suggestions and advice I pass onto to my family, friends, patients, to the not-so-nice people and complete strangers alike. Yet, on a day like today, I still relate to Boxer, the Horse in the epic novel, Animal Farm.
I decided to turn my life around in order to understand a deeper sense of human nature and our interaction with nature itself. My training as a “real” medicine man, a Curandero, and as a traditional healer in my family’s lineage only provides a door way to explore this subject matter.
I took my son to see the “Lone Ranger” this weekend. Despite my original misgivings on the reviews, (which seemed more concerned about how much money the film was NOT making rather than the storyline, acting etc.) , I decided to go. Like a good dad, I took a gamble with the movie, “trusting” the “G” rating still meant “that”, especially after my hiatus due to the “talking animal movie era” of my life. I made up my mind, fought bizarre I-5 “South” traffic and we set forth on our adventure to the movies. After all, I was going to go see a movie with the boy.