THE COCOON: A Personal Journey
Posted on Aug 8th, 2007
by
Alex
My journey to Fu Jow Pai is one from darkness to light. Not in the sense of some grand enlightenment of the world but in the way of emerging from a cocoon; of coming into being, of coming into myself and knowing who I am and how to express myself. This transformation was made evident to me when a friend of mine and a fellow student of Kung Fu, said that he could see “Alex” in my Kung Fu forms.
When I was nine years old, I began to experience physical abuse, both in the home and at school. Over the past few years I have concluded my relationship with what happened in the home and have forgiven all involved. School was another matter.
I am of Hispanic descent. I grew up in Queens, New York, a highly diverse community where many different languages are spoken. My family decided to move to Westchester when I was eight, for a “better life outside of the city”. Sadly, we were the only Hispanic people in the entire area, so most people didn’t know what to make of us. Middle school for me was less forgiving. From the outset, I encountered hostility, and as the months and years went by, the hostility turned into regular instances of physical assault. By the second year of middle school, I was in a fight almost every month.
At age 11, I had one friend who was Jewish and he was abused almost as much as I was. I wasn’t safe at school or at home. I had an over riding sense of fear that was all pervasive and ruled my every thought. I began to retreat into a cocoon within my own mind. Daydreaming was my only outlet and the only place where I felt safe. To the rest of the world I was introverted and withdrawn, which only fueled the ire of my classmates. The more I withdrew, the more I was separate. The more I was separate, the more I was viewed with suspicion and hatred. Kids at that age have a hard time accepting those who are different and I was as different as they came. I was completely cut off from them and the world at large. In my mind, I created fantasy worlds of heroes and villains, of adventure and far off places, places as far from Armonk, New York as possible. Fear was my only connection to the real world and it had me in its maw. The walls of my cocoon were closing in, and slowly I began to fade away. One day my parents were called into school because an attack had left me covered in my own blood. They were beside themselves with worry. My Mom had just given birth to my brother and then to my sister, but her first-born was completely alone in hell. My parents tried talking to the school but they were at best ambivalent to the situation. So my parents found a local Martial Arts school and enrolled me in it right away.
I was cautious at first but like most kids growing up in the 70’s, I was reminded of my favorite TV show “Kung Fu”. I used to watch “Kung Fu” religiously with my Mexican grandmother, a former-dancer who had both known and worked with Keye Luke and other cast members during the golden age of Hollywood. Saturday mornings were saved for “Kung Fu Theater” where they would show dubbed versions of the Shaw Bros. films like “The Flying Guillotines” and “The 36 Chambers of Shaolin”. The stage was set and I entered my first Tae Kwon Do class.
It was challenging at first, but I enjoyed it. And then something started to happen. I began to gain confidence and that perpetual sense of fear that haunted me, slowly faded away. It was only a matter of time before my newly discovered sense of self would be put to the test. One day at recess, an older kid who looked for any reason to take offense at my being, began throwing punches. And for the first time I retaliated with a back kick to the kid’s belly. A teacher saw this and dragged me by my ear into her office. For some strange reason I wasn’t scared or upset at being scolded by her. I stood up for myself and to my surprise she didn’t punish me. In fact she didn’t say a word about it. For whatever reason, she did feel the need to poke fun at my use of Karate, but I didn’t care. The only thing I could feel was immense pride. I stood up for myself for the first time. Martial Arts had given me the push that I needed to change an abusive pattern in my life. From then on, things were going to be different.
And then a week later I found out that my Tae Kwon Do teacher had to close the school and move away. My first response was to retreat into my cocoon but this time I noticed the walls were a lot thinner. From there I took up fencing and in college, I studied Judo and Shotokan Karate. For the next decade I drifted from school to school, but I knew one thing for sure, I wanted to study Kung Fu. In the early 90’s, I looked into a couple of schools but they just didn’t seem right. Then finally I found the perfect match, and ironically it was located down the street from the very house I grew up in during those trying years. “Kwan’s Kung Fu” read the sign. “We teach Fu-Jow Pai” was written beneath it.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I knew it was the perfect fit. The waiting room resembled someone’s living room. There were a couple of couches and a TV in the corner. An Asian man in his 40’s sat behind the front desk, he was reserved with a quiet dignity. When I spoke to him, he barely looked at me but he did not seem disinterested. A couple of young boys, obviously his sons, played raucously in the background. He said that I could take a free class, which I did and within fifteen minutes I knew I was home. I was still fearful and felt grossly out of step with the rest of the students, but in my heart I knew that I had found a place and a teacher that could show me the way out of my personal prison. The work was mine to do but Sifu Shue Yiu Kwan would be my guide.
For the first four years of my training I was there everyday. I practiced as hard as I could and learned so much, not only from Sifu but from my Si Hings and Si Jays, big brothers and sisters in the school.
For over a decade now I’ve studied Fu Jow Pai under Master Shue Yiu Kwan and I’ve also had the rare privilege to be able to take classes from Grandmaster Si Gung Wai Hong. Tagging along with my teacher Sifu Kwan, we meet Si Gung in a Chinatown park along with several other generations of Fu Jow Pai practitioners. After several hours of going through the forms, Si Gung would then hold court and discourse on almost any subject possible, from politics to anthropology, from world history to food and the old days of Fu Jow Pai. During these sessions in the park, Si Gung Wai Hong reveals his acute sense of humor, his urbane approach to living and his deep dedication to the art of Kung Fu. These are moments that I’ll treasure forever and have been some of the best learning experiences of my life.
Bruce Lee's epitaph reads “your inspiration continues to guide us toward our personal liberation” This is true of all good and effective teachers as they guide us through the doors beyond our self-imposed limitations. Sifu Kwan and Si Gung Wai Hong have done no less. They have shown me not only how to be a great martial artist and teacher, but through their guidance and example, they’ve both taught me how to be a fully expressed human being, and most importantly, how to be free.
In 2001 I became an instructor at Kwan’s Kung Fu and recently Sifu Kwan has granted me the privilege to take on students of my own, so I treat this right as a sacred trust. He trusts me to pass on the knowledge he has given me. No two students are alike; therefore my methods of teaching vary in response to each individual. I am of service to my students and I have learned as much from them, as I hope they have learned from me. In that way, teaching Kung Fu has been a rewarding experience.
One of the most rewarding experiences I’ve had as a teacher, are the various instances when I had the privilege to teach Kung Fu to emotionally disturbed children, as well as those with Down’s syndrome and children with autism. From learning Fu Jow Pai they were able to improve their motor-skills and concentration as well as gain confidence. Their parents were elated to see their children participate in Martial Arts, something they previously wouldn’t have dreamed.
Every time I see a child’s inner light turn upon mastering something new, I know they have taken another step down their own path towards personal freedom. I can see them slowly come alive, as I guide them out of their cocoons and this only helps to put distance between me and my own.
I feel grateful and fortunate to be able to touch the lives of others through the martial arts. My teacher, Sifu Kwan and Si Gung Wai Hong both continue to be a source of strength and inspiration in my life and the greatest honor I could give to them, is to inspire others towards their own personal liberation. I could live a thousand lifetimes and would never be able to repay what they have given me: a life, a purpose for being, liberation from the cocoon of my past, and the way back to myself.
“He who conquers men has force; He who conquers himself is truly strong.” - Lao Tzu
Copyright © 2007 Alex Lamas, all rights reserved.
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