Martial Secrets: lies



Photoshop is a computer program used to change and edit pictures, and it is amazing what it can do. Photoshop removes bags from under celebrities eyes, crow’s feet also disappear, and skin tone changes. The changes that can be made in Photoshop to a picture are virtually unlimited. Posing a model under the perfect soft artificial light makes a world of difference. Then having a professional doing the set-up and pulling the trigger on the camera means they bring their professional eye and experience to the equation, and you have another level of illusion.

Here, is a minute and a half video showing the power of make-up and Photoshop http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYhCn0jf46U&feature=related

Oh and don’t forget plastic surgery.

All of these items contribute to the whole illusion, and that is what it is, an illusion. You and I can say, “I know it isn’t real” but your mind doesn’t know it. It will accept much without question. Your mind doesn’t audit the process initially it just makes an assessment, good, bad, threat, non-threat, that sort of thing. So when you see the illusion, you accept it with out critical assessment.

Go back and look at the :50 mark of the video, where the picture goes on a billboard. Look at her neck, it is elongated, but not so much as to be abnormal, just not real. Now you might also notice that you looked at the picture and you don’t analyze it, you accepted it even knowing that her neck had been changed.

“OK,” you say, “Where is this going?” Well let me extend the Photoshop metaphor. Violence is ugly, it rarely goes as planned, and an elegant dojo solution is not likely to withstand the pressure of effective and swift violence.

I would suggest to you that if not careful a dojo can turn into a form of martial arts Photoshop, a room with perfect light, governed by a professional, in the robes of authority, dictating and guiding the process.

Look, I am not dissing the dojo experience, good grief I run a dojo! It takes effort, and a keen eye to ensure that the dojo retains the metaphorical crows feet and bags under the eyes, call it an attempt to keep it real …while of course being safe.


So one of my brown belts comes to class and says, “I have good fight story for you!” Randy is a plumber and on the job site tempers can flare as the days get long; and, well, they definitely did that day.

Two of Randy’s co-workers had decided to settle their differences with a little fisticuffs. The morning had started poorly and by the afternoon the little verbal barbs had escalated into full-on “F-bombs” going both ways. It had become personal and the fight was on. In one part of the client’s back yard the two squared off; on one side of the small patch of lawn there was Ed, a fifty-year-old U.S. Navy veteran, and on the other side, Don, a twenty-one-year-old buck just ready to go.

Randy said they squared off fists up like boxers and Ed threw the first blow: a steel-toed construction boot kick to Don’s right shin. Don went down as Ed just stood there and let the twenty-one-year-old get back to his feet. “That’s not fair! We’re boxing!” yelled Don. “OK,” said Ed, “We’ll just box now.” They squared up again, hands held up ready to box. Pow! Ed delivered the first strike again: another steel-toed boot to Don’s same shin. Don went down and didn’t get back up to continue the fight.

Ed, the fifty-year-old U.S. Navy man could have jumped on Don when he was on the ground, but he didn’t. There was no point in doing that; Ed had made his point and order was restored on the job site.

Ed had lied to Don, and Don foolishly believed him.

Rules…yeah.


Ok, I am going to get a little hoity-toity here, but bear with me I think this is worth the pontification.

It is nice when my peers tell me I am doing the right thing. I like it when I get cultural reassurance, a metaphorical nod in my direction that says, “That was well done, you’re a good person.” However cultural reassurance is not always right and is as flexible as a Cirque du Soleil’ contortionist. If I spend two years working on a wristlock, having my partners honor that technique, being cooperative and everybody in the dojo behaving in that pattern, I have a great amount of cultural reassurance. I feel good about what I am doing, and soon I begin to believe it, I justify in my mind that the technique is rock solid and others join in that dance of cultural reassurance. Then the day comes where the person on the other end of the technique does not dance my dance, they have a far different culture…I am no longer reassured, and in fact I am cracked open, not reassured, in fact I feel betrayed. The question now is, “Should I be angry at myself or the culture that set me up for this failure?” Pause for effect…you should blame yourself. The culture that you have subscribed to is going to do whatever it needs to do to propagate itself, including lie to you, it can’t help it is what it does.

You are responsible to yourself and what you choose to believe and do. Martial Arts schools are bubble baths of cultural reassurance warmly soaking each student in their brand of comfort and truth. That doesn’t mean that your school is wrong or leading you down a path of cultural reassurance, based on falsehood, lies, it means it is doing what it does and you need to decide for yourself what you will accept.