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Journey
to St. Cloud
A class with Master Liang
copyright 2000,
Paul Abdella
This is an article written in response to a questionnaire for
a compilation of experiences and biographical sketches of Master
Liang in honor of his 100th birthday. Enjoy!
Saturdays started
early. On the road by 8:30, my classmate and I headed Northwest
about 75 miles outside the Twin Cities to St. Cloud, Minnesota.
We drove through pine dotted farmland passing the exits to a half
dozen small towns along the way including Monticello where the nuclear
power plant was. When we passed that exit we knew we were getting
close. Driving into St. Cloud, we passed the car dealerships and
chain stores that were crowding out the small shops that once gave
the community a small-town feel. As we approached the one-story
mustard colored house where master Liang lived, my thoughts always
turned to the class that lay ahead. After knocking firmly on the
side door, Master Liang would appear and gesture us to come inside.
As we stepped
into a small entry way that separated the kitchen straight ahead
and a doorway to our left that led to the basement, the smell of
cooked vegetables mixed with a hint of incense and liniment permeated
the air.
Once inside
Master Liang would smile, greet us, and offer an observation. Typically
this observation was limited to the obvious-"Oh, it is quite cold
today," or "Oh, just you come today," if my classmate was absent.
But it foreshadowed the keen eye that would scrutinize and monitor
us in the class that followed. For me, Master Liang's two defining
characteristics were a disarming sense of humor and an ability to
know people on a level that went well below the surface simply by
observing them. All the while they were unaware they were being
observed. After our greetings, Master Liang would send us down the
stairs that led to the basement while he returned to the kitchen
to clean up after his breakfast. This was the start of a weekly
ritual which for me began in April of 1982 and would continue through
January of 1989.
As we headed
down the stairs we could see the rust orange carpet that covered
the basement floor. The walls were covered with pinewood paneling.
The paneling also extended down two, square-shaped, floor to ceiling
pillars. The pillars were spaced equally down the center of the
room, creating three rectangular practice spaces. The first space
you entered as you came down the stairs was the one Master Liang
would sit and view the class from. The student in this space would
get the most corrections since they were most visible to Liang.
For this reason my classmates and I would take turns each week in
the front practice space.
The second
space wasn't bad really. It was about the same size as the first
and only slightly obscured from Liang's view by the student in front.
The third space we affectionately called the hole. Not only because
it was smaller and darker, and it most assuredly was that, but because
the white cork covered ceiling dropped down over a foot to accommodate
some ductwork beneath the surface. This created a space that was
not only cramped, but occasionally dangerous. While doing a form
that contained a jump it was quite possible to hit your head on
the ceiling, and weapons forms required humorous mutations on their
intended choreography.
Fortunately,
Master Liang couldn't easily see those who were stuck in the hole,
and in my nearly seven years of commuting to St. Cloud, only about
three of those years required its use. The two pillars which divided
the room were branded with deep gashes from anyone trying to master
a weapons form, and the cork ceiling held an array of puncture wounds
which bled a fine white dust whenever you grazed it with your weapon.
On such occasions the guilty party would stop and look apologetically
at Liang to which he would reply "nevermind!" as if to say you aren't
the first one and you won't be the last.
Along the far
wall were two full size mattresses that stood up on end for use
in push hands practice. Next to them a long row of wooden swords,
broadswords, canes and staffs leaned, one after the other, against
the wall. Nearly every week someone would ritually replace a weapon
after doing a form in a slightly askew position causing it to fall
over, taking the whole row down like long wooden dominoes. In the
early days Master Liang would dryly reply to the sweeping crash
with an, "O.K., pick up." Later on you were more likely to hear
"banana head!" Then you knew he was starting to like you.
We usually
had ten to fifteen minutes from the time we first entered the room
to the time we heard Master Liang's slow steady descent down the
basement stairs. This time would be used for some quick stretching
and to review whatever form we happen to be working on. Soon Master
Liang would come down, settle into his chair and announce, "O.K.
one round to the music!" We took our positions in our respective
practice space then the student in front would start the music.
In the early
days of St. Cloud, Master Liang would lead us in his five warm-up
exercises before we did the form. These consisted of simple movements
of the neck, arms, and torso followed by two simple qigong exercises.
I was always struck by the short powerful waist turns that would
propel his arms, free of all tension, into effortless, graceful
patterns around his body. I would try and copy the look of his movements
and would feel my arms begin to relax in the attempt.
Master Liang
wasn't a tall man, he stood maybe 5'5" or 6". His rounded shoulders
supported a round bald head with a wreath of fine white hair which
wrapped behind and along the sides, framing a face which bore an
uncanny resemblance to Yoda of Star Wars. When he smiled, which
was often, you immediately noticed that all but two of his front
teeth were missing. The two teeth on the bottom row were spaced
apart displaying an animated red tongue when he spoke or laughed.
He had deep set eyes with a spirited sparkle in them that seemed
to look through you.
His torso was
short and thick with a protruding belly he affectionately called
his ocean of chi. At first this handle seemed an old man's idle
joke until he allowed us to push and strike at his belly. Using
the technique of receiving energy we were repelled backward with
a jolt. This torso however, made his legs and arms seem thin by
comparison. He usually wore a sweatshirt of some kind and dark sweatpants
with black canvas deck shoes. As the years went by, his attire became
even more casual consisting of flannel pajamas with the pant bottoms
tucked into his socks mimicking his elastic sweatpants.
As the music
began to play Master Liang would sit in his chair attentively watching
our form movements. By the time we reached the first Repulse Monkey
posture his eyes would begin to lower and his head began to droop.
By the time we reached Needle at Sea Bottom he was usually asleep.
At first we were surprised, then amused and finally relieved that
our form wasn't under such close scrutiny. He would remain asleep
for most of the rest of the form occasionally stirring to bark out
a count, "3...4...da!" if our forms were out of sync with the music.
Master Liang knew every note of every measure in the music and where
every count of a posture corresponded to it. If your form was off
the beat he would wake and count aloud until you corrected it. How
he managed to wake up just as you screwed up was almost as surprising
as the corrections he made to the entire form after we finished
- even the sections he seemed to be sleeping through. We never really
agreed on how he did it but the corrections were detailed and complete.
In general,
form corrections from Master Liang were clear and direct. He would
begin with a semi-encouraging statement such as, "pretty good, but
not quite up to standard." The highest compliment you could receive
was that something was up to standard. By this he meant it was performed
according to the principles of the T'ai Chi classics-the Bible for
T'ai Chi Ch'uan practice.
Next on his
list of priorities was the music or the beat. "The beat is not quite
correct. You must learn to do it to the music-to make it more aesthetic
and more scientific!" Master Liang believed his unique contribution
to the art of T'ai Chi was the introduction of music in practice.
He believed that in addition to its health, martial, and philosophical
aspects, T'ai Chi when practiced at its highest level was also moving
meditation. In meditation, the integration of posture, breath, and
a tranquil mind are essential. To that end, the music or more specifically
the rhythm or beat of the music, was used as a tool to guide the
body and hold the mind to a single focus thus creating a meditative
state. Nothing garnered him more criticism from his contemporaries
and their students than the use of music. For the most part, they
didn't understand his four part method of using music to: 1. Learn
the movements by counting, much like you would in learning a musical
instrument. 2. Use the counts to follow the music and focus the
mind. 3. Introduce breathing patterns or rhythms as a substitute
for the music. 4. Discard all tools (music, breath patterns etc.)
and just do the form as meditation. If they did understand this
they deemed it unnecessary. Indeed Master Liang himself has said
in his article "Why should we practice T'ai Chi to music?", "Of
course if one can reach the highest level while practicing T'ai
Chi without music, so much the better. But I cannot do it because
I am a human being, an ordinary, ignorant person with a heart like
a monkey and a mind like a horse. So I must use music as a means
of concentration, as a stepping stone to the highest level of T'ai
Chi."
Often Master
Liang would get up and demonstrate not only how to do a posture
correctly, but how one of us was doing it incorrectly. This could
be both humorous and painful. "Who is this?," he would say, making
a face and sticking his rear end out in the posture Single Whip.
"Is that me, sir?," I might volunteer. "Yes! You stick your bloody,
silly ass out like Shaolin. This is not T'ai Chi's way!" He would
then relentlessly mimic your posture week after week until you corrected
the problem. For some, this was not a constructive way to learn.
For others, myself included, it forced you to surrender your sense
of accomplishment. To realize that T'ai Chi was a never ending work
in progress, and that progress could always be made if you could
set aside your ego and look honestly at yourself. This is not so
easy to do. As Master Liang would often say, "It's hard to see the
dirt on the back of your own neck."
After the solo
form and corrections Liang would announce, "O.K. what's next? Knife!
Cane! Sword?!" And so it went-moving through the repertoire of forms
that comprised T.T. Liang's T'ai Chi art. In the end it was quite
a repertoire indeed, with three solo sword forms, a double sword
form, three sword fencing forms, one solo broadsword form, a double
broadsword form, one broadsword fencing form, a cane form, solo
spear drills, two person spear sets, a two person san shou form,
push hands and ta lu. All these in addition to the Yang style long
form. It was a sink or swim teaching strategy that forced you to
practice just to keep up.
When review
and corrections were complete we went to work on whatever new form
or practice we were currently engaged in learning. Master Liang
would correct what we had already learned then teach us something
new. This part could be somewhat challenging since Liang wasn't
long on explanations. He would show us once and have us try, show
us again with some more instruction, then a third time before he
returned to his chair and sat down. After practicing awhile it was
possible to coax another demonstration or two out of him but not
without complaint-"You bloody give me lot of trouble!," as he got
up from his chair. Two person forms allowed us to get hands on with
Master Liang and really get his feel-especially empty hand forms.
After this
instruction period Liang would need to take a break. He would retire
to a back room where a small altar stood which held some fruit and
flowers, two photographs of his parents, and a small bronze Buddha.
He would light some incense, say some prayers, emerge from the room,
and walk up the stairs to begin cooking his lunch. We practiced
awhile to insure we'd remember the new material then take a break
ourselves.
Soon the scent
of cooked vegetables began wafting downstairs. Boiled Yams, carrots,
lotus beans, Brussels sprouts, and always cabbage-cooked in a watery
oxtail broth to a consistency only a man with no teeth could appreciate.
When the smell of lunch came downstairs we knew Master Liang would
soon follow to finish up our last half hour of class.
Although many
stories, jokes, principles and classics had been strewn throughout
the previous hour and a half the final thirty minutes was where
we would try and coax T'ai Chi's "secrets" from the master. Of course
Liang was never tricked by us into saying anything he hadn't intended
to say and often what he volunteered amounted to nothing more than
idle chatter. But those times when he sensed you had done the work,
put in the time and were close to something, he would give you a
gift that put your T'ai Chi in an entirely different place. Of course
he always let you know about it. " If I did not tell you this thing
you would spend a whole lifetime and never get it." He was probably
right. Typically though, the time was spent somewhere between chatter
and profundity with deeper discussions of the classics, and more
stories. He told stories of the old Masters, both his classmates
and teachers, and those who came before them. Most interesting of
all perhaps, were stories from his life.
It was a life
that began when the last emperor was still in power, and spanned
into the age of computers and space travel. A life that succumbed
to excess and illness, then health and prosperity. As a high ranking
customs official Liang rubbed elbows with politicians, royalty,
and criminals alike. He traveled the country, from the turbulent
seaport of Shanghai to the frozen isolation of Outer Mongolia. He
was imprisoned during the war and imprisoned by his vices, in time
forgiving both his captors and himself. Liang landed in Taipei where
he learned from the cream of Chinese martial artists in an era of
great masters. Finally, at the advice of a fortune teller, he ended
up half a world away, teaching T'ai Chi in America to a culture
very different from his own.
I always valued
my time with Master Liang, not because he was well known or he somehow
fit the profile of an "old master," but because he presented himself
as a fallible human being who shared the wisdom of his experience.
It was the experience of a long and extraordinary life. Liang's
art was subtle and internal even if, at times, he was not. This
allowed it to get inside, to germinate and grow, not revealing a
full blossom for years. But most of all, at least for me, his was
a life that showed by example that what you accomplish in life isn't
as important as what you overcome.
Master Liang
went upstairs to eat his lunch. My classmate and I stayed behind
to gather our things and write a few last notes. Once upstairs Liang
was already eating his vegetable stew, clearly more interested in
his food than us, he barely looked up as we set a too modest sum
of money on the table for the day's class. We said our good-byes.
"Thank you very much sir, take care, we'll see you next week." Liang,
looking up again, sipped some tea and nodded. "O.K., bye, bye."
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