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It is officialy the weekend and for those of you who don't know me, that means it's time for a training frenzy. That means that I'll be training until I lose the ability to move. I'm taking a short break right now to sort of record my thoughts while they are fresh.

When I want to get myself in the right mindset, I need only think about real power and how far I have to go to obtain it. The thing that set me off this time was one of my own feats actually. It was about a year ago I suppose and I was waiting for a bus near a Target near my house. There were some tall, purple flowers with thick stalks; about a half an inch in diameter I think. I was bored and just stared sort of smaking them a little, and then I extended two fingers, index and middle and took a swing at one of the stems. I cut it. With two fingers, two plain ordinary fingers I cut this thing as though I had a knife. It was totaly smooth on both sides, clean; a perfect cut.

I was amazed when I did this. It was a total accident, I tried a few more times but nothing came of it, which was more than a little annoying. I actually bruised a joint on the last try. But I did it once. It was a fluke sure, but a fluke is only a fluke until you learn how to do it again. I knew it was possible now, and I knew there was a certain dormant knowledge that I can only unlock by accident. Truth be told, I'm okay with that. If it exists, then I just have to work at it to gain access. I want that power on a whim. I want to be able to touch that knowlege whenever I want. I think that holds the key to one of the many true lines of strength.

Besides my physical training, I have been doing a lot of sword work lately. 100 hundered strikes from Sakubatou on my punching bag, 50 cuts on paper from Talatsu followed by 75 strikes on wooden posts, then traditional Niten Ichi Ryu practice on with my Tachi. During all this I jump back to bo for a while and over to manriki, a little sunsetsukan practice if there is any daylight left, some days I finish out with Tai Chi, Wushu, and western Broad Sword practice. I do nunchucku, sai, and kitar practice in the house at night beween exercises.

I love the fight. I don't know how many people who read this often do battle, but there no better feeling on this Earth than squaring off against a strong fighter. Testing you limits against their's, moving, calculating, predicting, suprising, attacking, dodging, blocking, ect. So much power moving in a fight like that, it's perfect. Then the mind closes and the body takes over. Movements become fast, attacks stronger, bloodlust more powerful. You become a perfect being, flawless in form, ruthless in strikes. The whole thing is more exciting than words can ever say. For some one like me, battle is like proof of life. And that is the cause of my desire for power. Now I must get back to training. I have not yet him my limit for the evening and therefore I have yet to exceed it.