lauantai 19. tammikuuta 2019

Kaitsenko must die


There are exactly two kinds of men in the world. More than 99% of them are what I call hunter-breeders, in other words ones that pursue success in order to gain benefit such as status in community, which in turn may provide to them a variety of possibilities. They are traders of some sort while to the rest the hunt itself is a sacred act.



The ultimate meaning lies not in any achievement which we compare with those of others as such glory has a tendency of depending on the circumstances anyway. For example, Set-Angya was all but victorious in his final fight, yet beyond comparison. In addition to that I recommend all take a look at Helio Gracie's description of the bout he had against Masahiko Kimura in 1951; sometimes result and outcome may be two things totally different.

Among the Kiowa the greatest honour for a man was to be one of those called the Crazy Dogs. So we must begin by asking what a dog is, or what they used to be in the early days. Companions in hunt and combat, protectors of the community - in fact wolves which chose to live with humans. No wonder then that the soldiers of old searched to embrace both the ferocity and the loyalty of the animal; it is also notable that groups of men possibly learnt their hunting tactics from packs of wolves.

It is essential for a warrior, who may not be merely a regular fighting man but one standing amongst very few, to own the beast-like nature of a primitive canine. In the end of the day it's not about victory or loss but the very essence of the individual, just like there are breeds of dogs remaining today in areas like Lapland or Alaska which are not altogether tame. The craziness however does aid one in any sort of struggle should it be a question of an armed assailant, forces of Nature or just trouble in everyday life. Sometimes it's better to go for the scent than rely on superficial observation and keep playing by the common rules people use for binding themselves with.


I feel there is a strong bond between myself and animals, which I believe has helped me a lot in my training of combat skills - not only while technically adapting some manners of moving or whatever, but through perception as well. There might be forms of collective consciousness for species, and if so, the beasts have definitely shared their qualities with me. As for combat skills in general, the secret of the weapon, or the way of becoming one, is to never pass the cottonwood tree.