In a small loft at Chelsea, where it seems possible, quite probably, that if you passed through a certain door you would meet a fate, not just the familiar threat of humdrum teaching and physical cultivation but something more disruptive and transformative, more eternal. Sometime, my students were surprise to find my teaching, after decades, in its essence remains utterly unchanged as if almost the way of a rare and remarkable object, a work of art, can continue to surprise; simply because it remains, throughout time, so purely and utterly itself.
It you are fascinated by the idea of a practice of such brilliance, such strangeness, such immeasurable depth; movements that had been call forth and discovered from the depth of human existence from the Paleolithic time of cavemen, shamans and immortals then you are in luck. We offer this dance for Heaven only knows who, how you see it, making it up, building it, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; it is entirely up to you. This gesture exists in the swirls of falcons, the steely glints of rainbow trout beaching in sunlight, the widening pupils of sunflowers and the cadence of wild lemurs in primal jungles.
Come then and be ready to be surprised and shock by the ordinary humdrum façade of an old factory loft at the flower district housing an exquisite exotic branch of Taoist alchemy.
The sacred dance of qigong whose purpose is to awaken your latent inner potential, allowing your senses and perception to open to an entirely inexplicable dimension of reality.