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“Sister” Wei Lin softly says, “tell me about the purification of the wind, we are high up is that all there is to it?” Shanzen looks as the sun hides behind the mountain, “No we will go into meditation and in the early morning hours we will call the wind and stand on the very edge of this ledge. When a strong wind blows a shaolin monk will wonder who has called the wind and what was its purpose? One can either be a friend or an enemy of the wind. We will show the wind we are strong, we show the wind that we trust it and make of it a friend.” No perceivable fear showed on Wei Lin’s face, she maintained the most serene countenance, Shanzen had not seen her show any fear beyond that of the mist in the pool. Shanzen knew that she had a great…
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Sindy's Saturday Satsang 