Spirituality

The art and practice of mental Aikido

A primer in working with the energy fields around you.

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Aikido.

The Japanese word came to me as the young man stood outside my car door. He’d just rammed into the back of my car and he was pissed.

“You just slammed on the brake dickhead!” A flaming red flush crept down his cheeks into his thick neck. Body language aggressive and invasive. Sleeveless t-shirt, biceps and a blonde buzz cut; he intended to come right up to my face.

Heavy rain, a traffic light recently turned red and my decision to stop at the line brought us together. He wanted to beat the light. I didn’t. We met in an abrupt tangle of bumpers, broken plastic and skid marks..

“How could you just stop like that, you @#$%^**&* asshole.” He stamped toward me, jawline hard. Fists clenched. Rain turned the shoulders of his Gold’s gym shirt dark brown.

I checked the door locks. A quiet click reassured me he couldn’t get in.

“Look at my car dude! Just look at what you made me do. I’m @#$%^**&* late for work.”

Horns honked from behind. I glanced into my rear view, cars were piling up. Two or three cars over, someone leaned into their horn.