My Groundlessness

by Christopher Lovejoy on July 15, 2012

I have no post ready to post today.

In the two years since I started writing and posting, I’ve always had something ready to post, but today is different: I have nothing to stand on, nothing to present, except my spontaneity.

Today, I will post whatever I feel inspired to post …

Yesterday, quite by accident?, I met a lovely Falun Dafa practitioner at a bookstore in Chinatown.

We had a long (and deep) conversation about all things Falun Gong. She introduced me to her “bible”, Zhuan Falun, and I gratefully received a free book called A Journey to Enlightenment.

She also (generously) invited me to go back to the bookstore this morning to see a film and to be taught “the five exercises”. Needless to say, I am looking forward to returning.

I’ve only ever had a glancing interest in this … how shall I say it? … way of looking at things. I’m also aware of the senseless persecution endured by the beautiful souls who practice(d) it.

I mean, just think of it: if almost everyone practiced the principles of truthfulness, compassion, and tolerance, there would no longer be any need for political and religious leaders.

With respect to these principles, three questions arise for me:

  1. can I speak the truth or can I only ever speak my truth?
  2. when is compassion blind and when can compassion ever be fierce?
  3. how far am I willing to go to tolerate that which I know is evil?

I set the intention here and now to get these questions answered in due course.

Later today, I’ll update this post with an account of my experience.


Sincere effort, coupled with genuine appreciation, opens you up to a universe of possibility.

This is how I would sum up my time spent in the presence of Falun Dafa practitioners this morning.

I mimicked the first exercise as best I could, getting a feel for the movements and postures, while noting the amount of precision and discipline required.

In addition to getting some online references (e.g., and, I was given contact information for doing the practice (or rather, having the practice do you) closer to where I live.

I’m surprised by just how far this way of being has spread around the world. Ironically (and unfortunately), practitioners still cannot practice it openly in the country from which it originated (China) without the risk of grave persecution.

I’m looking forward to delving more deeply into this ancient practice.

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