The
Barefoot Doctor has trod a Taoist path throughout his travels. Healing
on his way from hippydom to dance culture at the legendary Whirly
Gig parties in London, he explains to Nigel Photon how life inspired
his book Twisted tales |
What
would you say is the essence of Taoism?
Practicing, by means of such methods as tai chi, chi gung, self-applied
acupressure, massage and manipulations and most-importantly, meditation
and hence mindfulness, a continual awareness of the Tao, that underlying,
invisible, ubiquitous force of primordial consciousness and energy
that generates, animates, permeates, informs, surrounds, connects
and directs all known phenomena, as well as non-phenomena, throughout
the entirety of both existence and non-existence for ever and ever.
Through that practice develop extra-sensory perception and powers
as well as mastery of your lifeforce and hence life, which includes
the natural propensity to help others as you go and generally live
a supremely happy life in good relation to all that surrounds you
and goes on within you, simply following your natural urges from
moment to moment, while simultaneously accomplishing great feats
in any area you choose to apply yourself on the temporal plane,
with the greatest of ease in a nutshell.
In fact, Taoism is a collection of psychophysical techniques, which
when practiced regularly and correctly provide the natural keys
to living your entire life as one long psychedelic trip it
is indeed one version of the universal meta-template of existence
as experienced in one flavour or another on any strong psychedelic
substance.
How has your path led
to you becoming a Taoist or barefoot doctor?
It
started as a child of six, hearing the universe explode with the
sound of ten million tibetan lamas chanting Om in my head. Then
I got into Aikido with an old Japanese dude at the age of 11. He
also taught me how to heal with my hands and energy. Then I was
13 and it was 1967 and I became a young but fully-fledged hippy,
the culture of which had its roots in the
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mysteries
of the East. I met a Yoga teacher, got into Yoga, met RD Laing,
counter-culture hero, poet, healer. psychotherapist and maverick
psychiatrist and became his student. I was now in my late teens,
early twenties and switched from aikido to tai chi, went to New
Mexico to live with the native Americans in 1979 till 1983, met
Dan Han, master of Chinese medicine and |
Taoism
and became his apprentice. When I returned to the UK in 1983 it
was with the mission to turn the world on one way or another to
the Tao and here I am 21 years later.
A barefoot doctor is actually a chinese metaphor for humble
healer who tramps about the place making people feel better
in any way she or he can and that's pretty much what i spend my
time doing one way or another.
What did
you do at Whirly gig and how has it been significant for you?
I assisted people having bad trips or on dodgy pills that may
have had ketamine in the mix basically helping people who
were scared they were dying or who were in danger of actually
doing just that provided music for the parachute set
deep ambient stuff that came out on Polygram in the mid to late
80s, occasionally leading a drum-off from the stage where everyone
had drums that was fucking wikid and chatting away on the
mike in hopefully such a way as to enhance rather than disturb
people's trips it was mostly significant to me because
it was there I first realised that what was really going on in
the chemically-induced nirvana of the scene at the time, was people
unwittingly practicing taoism. It was from that I came up with
the urban warrior metaphor, it was there I realised that there
were thousands of people who were into this stuff but just needed
a bit of extra guidance to really make their trips sing.
How did 'Twisted fables for twisted minds'
materialise and whats it all about?
Kary Stewart, the Inca public relations diva, with whom I was
working in the late 90s, thought it would be nice if I sent out
an email message every fortnight as a circular to cheer people
up and as she and I were into pushing boundaries wherever possible
in as tasteful a fashion as possible, of course
it inspired me to go a bit right brain. So, I started making up
stories, which we sent out, once a fortnight, based on snippets
of things that had happened along the road the kind of
mad stories that you only hear about or live through when you're
travelling through South America or South-east Asia. I slammed
them together randomly as my unconscious threw them up and they,
of themselves, took on the form of fables, full of crazy characters
and this being, maybe an angel, maybe a barefoot doctor who would
pop up at moments of crisis and somehow sort them out, just as
I do in real life, except I'm no angel. They wrote themselves
into a full-blown story comprising all the separate fables, which
begged to be put into a book. I was working on it as a multimedia
concept, when out of the blue, Harper Collins, who'd been sent
the manuscript a year before gave me an offer to publish them.
How in particular would you say people of a psychedelic nature
could use the fables?
Simply read them on the loo or as and when you feel and take them
as the metaphor they are or as the homeopathic remedy they provide
to inure you to the horrors of change and suffering that inevitably
come with every life at certain times to laugh if you get
the gag and generally be nourished by
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Following
on from that there seems to be a lot of advice for those unsure
about which path to follow, how would you recommend they choose?
You have to let your fascination guide you. if you have some fascination
towards yoga for instance, ask around for a friendly teacher and
take a class to see if you like it likewise with Tai Chi
or whatever. The paths I most favour are the ones that involve
your body as well as your mind as these engage the entire person
and make you physically healthy, supple and strong as well as
connect you to your spiritual source within, whence derives the
power you need to progress in your life
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What
advice would you give to anyone who thinks they need some healing?
The only way I know is to ask everyone you know who they know
who's a good healer it doesnt really matter initially
which discipline you choose whether it's Reiki, Chi gung
healing, acupuncture, craniosacral therapy, psychotherapy, rolfing,
homeopathy what matters is the practitioner themselves
and whether you like their smell, their vibe, their energy, whether
you feel safe with them, whether you feel confident to let yourself
go with them.
How would you say a spiritual life can
be best combined with the demands of living
in a material world?
The key is to take some time every morning before you start engaging
with the world and preferably but not essentially again when you've
done for the day, to practise some form of psychospiritual physical
discipline, whereby you touch base with your tao and get replenished
and reinforced and spiritually empowered internally. If practiced
every day without fail, within only 90 days you'll start to be
in the empowered (tripping) state all the time, no matter what
and on the odd occasions you fall out of it due to succumbing
to an extra large wave of the illusion of the daily dance, you
simply have to breathe, relax, sink into yourself momentarily
and you're back on the board surfing again.
When
Dallalia Wilkins petite one-time New Age con artiste turned
ex-healer, fleeced of all of her money and possessions by young
Brandell Willard, one-time suicidal depressive turned drug-mule
then con man found an attache case containing six million
Swiss francs and a fish paste sandwich under a parked car in New
Mexico, she immediately threw the sandwich away and invested the
money in a live multi-media comedy show in Barcelona. This did
so well she wasted no time investing in a high-risk off-Broadway
show that went on to Broadway in no time at all and broke all
box-office records that month.
Dallalia was up with the New York City interior design craze for
ex-Russian fighter plane ejector seats. She had one in her Chelsea
office high above Eighth Avenue.
Why she tampered with the don't-press-this button, nobody knows,
but as she went crashing through the sealed glass window into
empty space beyond and was on the verge of a major coronary, a
being appeared out of nowhere (maybe an angel, maybe just a barefoot
doctor), who shouted, 'Never lose your faith, it's always worked
out fine up until now', and then vanished to wherever he came
from. How stupid, she thought, and prepared for the worst, but
a strong gust of westerly wind altered her trajectory and sent
her hurtling onto Brandell Willard, who was tugging his earlobe,
lost in thought, counting the piles of rubber stock he kept on
the roof of his Seventh Avenue light industrial unit where, unbeknownst
to her, he'd been producing mass-market rubber and fetish wear,
thereby breaking both his legs.
Next time you're in a mild or strong panic, don't think of ejecting
instead slow down your breath, press the centre of your
palm quite hard for 59 seconds and repeat 'I can do it' till you
mean it. Things will either work out (or they won't). Why panic?
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