I remember that after the first and second grades of elementary school, my classmates and I often went to the kindergarten next door to play on the slides. Suddenly one day, many adults came to the kindergarten, saying that they were going to practice qigong with a master’s apprentice, and since then they invaded our territory. We can only sit helplessly on the high wall of the kindergarten, watching the adults dancing and upside-down practice in a sense of loss, which is very funny.
Later, we also tried to receive gong power and tried to practice the legendary magical qigong, but all failed without exception. Despite this, news of the adults from classmates’ homes practicing qigong came one after another, and neighbors’ uncles and aunts, and my second aunts also practiced to join them. I was disappointed that my parents did not practice. While being mocked by my classmates, I blamed my parents, and at the same time I secretly determined to practice qigong to save my face.
During that time, the adults dancing around the wall and the children watching them practicing and laughing on the wall became a weird scenery. Soon, the situation intensified. The small square in the kindergarten was not enough. Many adults who couldn't occupy the space decided to find the right place to practice on their own. The geographical advantage of my family next to the kindergarten became apparent. Because my parents don't practice qigong, many acquaintances choose to come to my hut to receive qigong in my cot. After the practice, they can also have dinner at my house.
I was delighted by this great opportunity to practice qigong. I chose to sit on my bed with my body warm and cross-legged right away when they finished their practice and went to eat, and learn how they received qigong. Although I find that everyone’s moves are different, I believe that what the adults say is that this is caused by the difference in the gods, some are He Xiangu, some are Lu Dongbin...
The strange thing is that when I was close to practicing qigong, everything stopped abruptly. The adults who were crying and crying in the kindergarten disappeared, and the adults who often came to my house no longer practice qigong but only eat occasionally. In this way, the qigong masters gave me the site and bed. What's more frightening is that I can no longer be interested in the kindergarten slides. For a long time, I didn't know what I was here, and I was brooding about the lost happiness.
It is true that after the Cultural Revolution and at the beginning of reform and opening up, in the 1980s and 1990s, people’s oppressive material needs were gradually released in Chinese society, but their spiritual desires could not be filled in time. The magic tricks under the guise of "tradition" and the endless masters who preached them quickly swept across China, clumsily capturing millions of believers.
It can be said that the history is surprisingly similar. As early as the end of World War II, the spiritually empty 50s of the United States gave birth to pseudo-scientific organizations based on various "outrages", which have grown stronger under the control of extremely infectious masters. Until it dies. Paul Thomas Anderson's "The Master" is such a movie from the perspective of the followers of the "Yin Sect" masters, and it is precisely it that evokes my childhood memories.
Suffering from war trauma, spiritual emptiness, loneliness, World War II soldier Freddie, unable to integrate into normal social life, after a series of failures and escapes, accidentally joined the master Caster’s "Fate Sect" team, and went through "spiritual therapy." Established a certain spiritual sustenance with the master to become a CP of mutual support.
The beginning of the movie is an unconventional shot with full color but full of blurring, which outlines the silly life and mental state of a group of American soldiers trapped on an isolated island on the blue sea, blue sky, and sunny beach. While waiting for nothing, they kept their penis congested, dried the sand sculptures in the shape of women, flew into the sea, and drank all liquids with alcohol. But the good times didn't last long. The news of Japan's declaration of defeat completely "crushed" them. Everything suddenly ended, and they would stay away from the war and return to normal life.
It is inevitable that the victors of these wars will soon become losers in life, and they have all "fallen" who are difficult to integrate into the real society, and Ferredi is one of them. "Fortunately", Ferredi, who stood up again, smelled a breath that could heal his trauma, and entered another spiritual world under the master's control.
In the days of working with the master, Freddy explored his inner world, and the love affair with Loli's girlfriend that he gave up before the war often haunted him. In the real world, he is perverse and surly as the gatekeeper on the master's mission, wandering between faith and doubt, trying to find his true self. At the end of the movie, Ferred rides a motorcycle to break through anxiety and fear, visit Loli's house to let go of his emotions, and finally leave the master completely to get rid of spiritual sustenance and enter reality.
I saw this picture: Ferredi, with a relaxed face, lowered his head and patted his penis, cleaning up the fine sand from the Pacific islands, and personally filled the hollow hole between the legs of the self-made sand sculpture, forgetting the chaotic spirit Difficulties and deceitful beliefs, in a simple bed and a real girl to collide with.
Does he still miss the peaceful wind and the days when the masters were with him? The bed board was crunching.
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