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I must have touched a nerve because next to the e-mail I sent about John Kerry and his habit of saying things that are incredibly stupid, I have never gotten such an overwhelming response from the Shaolin Secrets readers.

Before I go on and share with you some of what they had to say, I want to issue a correction: the Jonestown Massacre was in South America – not South Africa.

As I get older, my memory is still absolutely brilliant…it’s just short.

For those of you who pointed out the error – thank you for keeping my on my toes in the accuracy department.

And now, onward with the reader feedback and questions from yesterday’s e-mails:

“Hi William,

Sorry to hear about the hate mails. It's unfortunate how ignorant some people are in our world.

I actually find your e-mails quite interesting. It's an honor to get some valuable information from someone as knowledgeable as you.

I have always been fascinated by the Shaolin monks. They are the people that I respect and look up to the most because they are so well disciplined and talented.

I am surrounded by bad influences and "Kool-aid drinker" types, which makes it difficult for me to focus and train well here, but to know that the Shaolin manuscripts are available translated in English is also great!

Thanks again for your wisdom and stories. Max”

Thanks, Max. Keep your head down and focus on those goals you wish to achieve; ignore the Kool Aid drinkers and they won’t matter.

“You're preaching to the choir Brother. I've been saying this all along.

Houston Fuqua”

Amen, Houston. Keep training hard.

“Hi, William, regarding your mention Cyanide-laced Kool Aid....that is for elder person who learns martial arts and needs to drink to protect their body ...is that true.

Have a nice day.

Desmons”

Desmons…no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It is not for elderly to drink and protect their body. And don’t you drink it either.

As a matter of fact, don’t even get near Kool Aid or poison of any kind. You may hurt yourself.

“Hi Bill,

I'm one who just purchased the Deluxe Vol I & II set. I purchased Vol I about a year ago and then, after reading it, sent it to my daughter in Ponca City, OK. She is a 1st Degree Black Belt (and assistant instructor) in Okinawan Karate in Sensei Fumio Demura’s Shito-Ryu Karate-Do Genbu-Kai Ponca City, OK dojo.

I’m a 66 yr old, mid-rank student of Ch’uan Fa in Reno. I will test soon for green belt rank.

My purpose in writing is to tell you how much I like your DVD set as well as the Secrets V II which I’m reading now. In both Vol I and II, the instructions are very cryptic. The drawings help at lot. However, DVDs to demonstrate and explain the relevant parts of Vol I and II would be most helpful. I would love to have a companion DVD with each volume.

Thanks again for the great DVDs on Shaolin martial arts principles. I’ve already had instruction on some of the principles at my school. But many were new, and all were clearly demonstrated. It was great to see you on DVD and get to know you from your instruction. I just ordered another copy of the 2 DVD set for my daughter in OK.

I feel sorry for the Kool Aid drinkers. They are missing out on a lot.

Best regards,
Richard

Richard H. Wells, President”

Richard,

Thank you for your kind words. I hope your daughter gets as much out of the DVD’s as you do. As far as a DVD for each volume, I do have something in the works along those lines that I know you are going to find very exciting.

Make sure you get on the Free Teleseminar that’s coming up in the next few weeks. You aren’t going to want to miss it.

“Hey Huff,

If you believe this bullshit, you'll believe anything. The Jonestown thing was a CIA Black OP and that was all it was!

Michael”

Michael,

Uhhh…okay. I can’t respond to that because the chip that the Government implanted in my head won’t allow me to say anything negative when the CIA is mentioned – it’s an obedience chip. He-he, he-he. (Please read that last entry in the voices of Beavis and Butthead and you’ll get my meaning.)

That’s all for now. Get over to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com to learn more about what has the Kool Aid Drinkers all bent out of shape.

Best,

William Huff

P.S. – Free Teleseminar is on the horizon. Look for the information in the next couple of days. In the meantime, get over to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com.

As a kid, I remember Saturday mornings and afternoons as the most fun time of the week.

Not because that was the morning that Dad always made me mow the grass, edge the sidewalks and weed the hedges – that part sukked. Especially when we’re talking about South Florida in mid-July. Not fun.

No, it was the Saturday morning cartoons with Batman, Scooby-Doo, The Superfriends; then the NWA Pro Wrestling show with Gordon Solie…

And then the Kung Fu Series with David Carradine.

I remember watching it, all hyped up after cartoons and watching grown men wrassle around in their underwear, and seeing this relaxed, thoughtful, calm man who with a flick of a finger could incapacitate grown men.

“Wow”, I said to myself, “I want to learn how to do that.”

As I grew older, the cartoons gave way to deep sea fishing with my Dad; Pro wrestling became a funny, guy-oriented soap opera and not really fighting, and the Kung Fu show was cancelled.

Right along with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, I grew up and learned what was real and what was make-believe.

Unfortunately, when it comes to the martial arts, some people out there still believe in the Tooth Fairy.

The Kool Aid Drinkers have really been letting me have it over the past couple of days about my last few e-mails, but amongst all the nastygrams, there is a question that keeps popping up:

“If I start training now, how long will it be before I can be a martial arts master?”

Good question – to which there is no easy answer.

Developing a level of skill in anything is directly related to how much time you put in. Most people get their college degree in four years. It doesn’t take four years to get one; that’s just how long it takes if you take a normal class load, take summers off and don’t flunk anything.

But you can get a four year degree in two and half to three and a half years. You just have to work harder and take more classes – and don’t take the summers off. You do that and you can crank it out in no time flat.

Here’s another way to look at it; how long does it take kids to learn to walk? It takes as long as it takes.

The reason that kids finally learn to walk is one reason and one reason only – they don’t quit. They keep trying and trying; falling on their faces and getting big knots on their melon, crawling backwards and getting stuck in the corners and then being pissed off about it, grabbing furniture, electrical wires and anything else they can get their hands on to pull themselves up…

And one day they walk. Because they just kept keeping on.

Another thing that goes along way is the quality of the person helping you to develop your skill. It helps if they’ve done it before and are at least better at it then you are.

The last piece is the quality of the tools and information you are getting to learn that skill. To learn fast and get results, you simply must have the best information available.

That’s why if you want to learn and grow as fast as you can in the martial arts, the Secrets of the Shaolin Temple, http://www.shaolinsecrets.com, is a must-have for your training.

There simply is no source, with the exception of the Shaolin Temple itself, where you can learn the principles and concepts of the Shaolin Arts. Over fifteen hundred years of information, all in one place for you to study and learn.

One more thing; I have trained in the Shaolin Arts for seventeen years and currently work with Masters that have anywhere from twenty to forty-two years of experience and they all agree on one thing…

The word “Master” is just a title; it’s your skills, your heart, how well you know yourself and what you can give back to the arts that truly shows who you are in the martial arts.

And of course, you never stop learning and growing.

Best,

William Huff

P.S. – Get the best source of information on the planet for the Shaolin Arts. The only time you would get close to information this accurate and detailed is if you lived and trained at the Shaolin Temple of China. Go to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com and pick up Secrets of the Shaolin Temple.

I remember the first time Momma let me have it with the wooden spoon.

Momma always had the wooden spoon handy. It was never out of reach. We’d go on vacation and it would be sticking out of her purse when we went into restaurants. (This was “back in the day” before you could get arrested and your children taken away for disciplining them to not act like a-holes.) If you got too far out of line – you got The Spoon.

One night we were sitting at the dinner table; Dad at the end, my sister and I across from each other and Momma at the other end. If you grew up with siblings, then you know how important it is that you keep them out of range of each other so there can’t be any physical torture or teasing.

I was feeling particularly spunky this evening so I was really letting my little sister have it; making fun of her; interrupting her every sentence so she couldn’t talk and kicking her under the table every chance I could…

You know – Big Brother stuff.

Dad – trying desperately to look over my shoulder at the television and catch the news without Momma seeing him do it – faked listening to Momma and my sister as they tried to do the “Eat dinner and share as a family” deal.

Me – I was in it for the entertainment. Torturing my sister and getting away with it was my idea of family dinner.

Well, Momma decided that she couldn’t take it anymore and started in on the “If you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say anything at all” lesson.

Like a good sparring match, I spotted an opening and decided to attack.

I looked at Momma and said, “Mom, you’re right. My sister is actually very pretty and smart – she’s also good at something else.”

With a big smile on her face, my Mom asks, “And what is that, son?”

“Being a pain in the azz”, I replied – with a huge grin on my face.

Wham! Wooden spoon upside the head as Momma connected with a lightning-fast backhand. She must have been really steamed because I never even saw her move; she just nailed me.

My sister is on the other side of the table, laughing her buns off and Dad, he’s squirming in his seat because in my move to evade Momma and The Spoon, I blocked his view of the television.

Ah…family dinners.

Since I sent that email about Kool-Aid drinkers, I have been getting my fair share of wooden spoons tossed my way. The good news is that there are ten times more emails that are pouring in backing up what you all have discovered…

That the Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volumes – available at http://www.shaolinsecrets.com – is some of the best information ever on the Shaolin Arts and combat.

Here’s a few more readers with some comments:

“Hi Bill,

"It takes as long as it takes," triggered this e-mail. I too admire the gentleman who's 62 and just beginning his study in the Arts. I began at 44 and now at 48 am just now testing for my Brown belt tomorrow. The one thing that becomes ever more clear as I train is the more I learn, the clearer it becomes how little I know. I love Martial Arts. It has brought an entirely new element to my life that has enhanced it in ways I never imagined.

I also admire your wherewithal when you come under assault from the pessimists. It's good to not dignify there comments with a response. The Shaolin Secrets are a gift of knowledge that not everyone is ready to embrace. As the saying goes "When the student is ready the teacher will appear". (or something like that:-)

Warm Regards,

Tammy “

“William,

I have been in martial arts 35+ years. I hold a 10th dan in Kenpo plus nine other Black belts, I'm not telling you to boast but only so you know my experience.

I purchased volume 1 & 2 of Shaolin Secrets as well as Shaolin fighting secrets DVDs. In your advertisement you mentioned this stuff was priceless, what an understatement.

This information is worth every penny and more you charge. I can't put the books down because I am absorbing so much info. The DVDs rarely leave my DVD player and I have a collection of well over 300 training DVDs.

I have printed out every one of your emails and put them in a binder because they make great reference material. Thank you for making this available and looking forward to any new products from you.

Jack Clark
Lake Placid, Fl.”

Tammy & Jack,

Thanks for the support and kind words. Stay on your path and you are guaranteed to succeed and hit your goals in the martial arts.

Now’s the time for you to get over to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com and see for yourself what these people and thousands more on all seven continents are all fired up about.

Don’t make me get out The Wooden Spoon.

Best,

William Huff

It was the middle of the night in January of 1991 and I was so terrified that I couldn’t get my fingers to work.

I was fumbling around, trying to get the snaps of my chemical suit trousers to lock into the snaps that matched on the blouse top; I couldn’t get my brain to make my hands tie the laces on the rubber boots that went over my combat boots.

Sweat was pouting off my head and since I was bending over, dripping own onto the eyepiece of my gas mask, making it impossible to see what it was I was trying to do.

Only minutes before, I had been out on the flight line, next to fighter number eleven which sat at the far end of a pitch-black line of fighter jets. During combat operations, we kept the flight line and runways blacked out so no bad guys could find us and commit nefarious activities – like blowing us up or our fighter jets.

It was so dark and cold out there – we were on the Persian Gulf in the middle of winter – that you could barely see your hand when you held it in front of your face. We had to do all our work by flashlight and fingertips. It was hard, cold work.

I was out there loading 2,000 pound bombs onto the jet. I was on one end, my good buddy, Todd Schaefer from Wichita, Kansas was on the other; Dirk Kuntz from Wisconsin was directing and “Mad Dog” Donnie Hunter was making sure we didn’t screw anything up or drop the bomb on ourselves.

Then…it happened.

A figure came running out of the darkness, wearing his gas mask and waving his arms like a madman…I could barely make out his screams of, “gas-gas-gas!”

In the background, I could hear the start of the gas alarm; that slow, winding scream of a siren that methodically rose and fell like a slow moving ocean swell.

We all instantly jumped into action. I ditched every piece of equipment I had on me; my weapon, hearing protection, headscarf and tools. I had to get it all off of me so I could get my gas mask on and get a good seal.

In my panic, not only did I ditch my gear, but I launched my gas mask about three feet away. Not good.

In a flash, I had it on and cleared; I checked the rest of my friends and they were all good to go. For a moment, we just stood there – siren blaring in the background, the sounds of us breathing like Darth Vader through our gas masks.

Then we heard explosions in the distance. And then, over the loudspeaker, someone announced that we had been gassed; it was time to get to cover and get into our chemical suits.

I have never run so fast in my life.

That’s how I wound up fumbling in the darkness, desperately trying to get my chemical suit to assemble properly.

My mind racing a million miles and hour; heart beating so fast I thought my chest was going to burst. My mouth was so dry it was like I had been snacking on sand and my knees were shaking like a puppy when he gets out of a cold bath.

It was the most terrifying experience of my life. It also taught me that Fear is my friend.

Fear kept me alive. It let me know I was alive. And even though I felt like I was falling apart, it was actually fear readying my body and mind to perform; to be sharp so that I could survive the situation.

You may not experience this level of fear – but how many of us get tight when it’s time to spar of fight.

I know of many martial artists that have been training for over twenty years that say they still get butterflies or tightness in their chest before they spar.

General Patton, who was legendary for his bravery and willingness to go the front lines and expose himself to fire, was terrified every time he did it. But he did it to honor his ancestors, who had died in every great war since the American Revolution, and to test himself and make sure that even though he was afraid, he could still do it.

Fear is your friend. If something scares you that means you’re alive (which is a good thing) and that whatever it is that’s scaring you is a challenge…

And that means you have to do it. If it’s scary, it’s a test. Just like that night in the desert – it scared the bejeezus out of me; I had no choice but to take the test and pass…

And I’m better because of it. You can be, too. When faced with something that’s scary, look it in the eye, give it the finger and get after it.

Pass the test.

Best,

William Huff

P.S. – The Shaolin Monks understand that the mental and emotional principles of combat are the most important piece of the puzzle for a martial artist. To find out how they teach you to face your fears, get over to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com and check out the Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume I.

P.P.S – Stay tuned for the special event that is coming up – details in the next few days…

The story you are about to read should scare the crap out of you…and also make you thankful that you train in the martial arts.

It was sent to me yesterday by a young woman that I know and trained for while. She lives in Houston, Texas and thank the lucky stars that she still trains in the martial arts.

This story is a frightening account of just what can happen when you least expect it – and how fear and martial arts training can save you.

“Dear Mr. Huff,

I want to say that just last night I learned what fear can do to a person.
I got so lost I couldn't even tell you what city I was in. My cell phone died, and I didn't have a map, or any cash!

I stopped at some dinky gas station to ask directions and when I came back there were these 3 Mexican guys standing by my car and shouting those Spanish cat calls us women love so much. Being me, I decided to ignore them and get in my car, but one of them cut me off and another one came up behind me and tried bear hugging me.

For a split second, I thought they had me, and I think they thought they did too. But then it was clear as day, and even though my heart was pounding and blood was rushing to my head, everything slowed down like in the Matrix.

Their words did that super slow motion thing and all of a sudden I dropped my weight stomped on the guys foot, elbowed him and did a scoop kick to his groin and then went for the next guy.

I didn't even think about what I was doing, but the other two guys didn't want anything to do with me after that, so I got in my car and drove up about half a block where a cop was sitting and I told him about the incident and he went and gave those boys some bracelets.

All in all, it was the fear that kept me going...not my training. If I hadn't realized at that second that I didn't want to be taken somewhere and possibly killed, I wouldn't have realized I was alive and able to fight. I just went with it.

Sincerely,

Amber Vinson”

Way to go, Amber. And you’re right; fear was the fuel – your training was the engine that backed those scumbags off. Nice job.

Amber’s been training for several years now. She trained with me for a few months and while she was with me she did learn some of the principles contained in the Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume 1, available at http://www.shaolinsecrets.com.

Find out how Amber learned to function in spite of her fear and some of the techniques she used to keep from getting attacked and raped.

Go to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com and pick up Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume I.

Best,

William Huff

P.S. – Date and time for the special event and announcement is…going to be revealed next week. The holiday weekend and preparation for this event is taking longer than I expected. Stay tuned.

It’s July in the courtyard of the Shaolin Temple…and I think I’m going to melt.

The air is so thick with humidity that everything you look at is surrounded by what looks like smoke. Your clothes stick to you like glue and every breath is like trying to breathe through a t-shirt that’s been placed over your mouth.

Rivers of sweat run down your face and drip off your nose. If you aren’t constantly drinking water you will fry your brain like an egg and start seeing things – right before you pass out.

It was the end of the workout with the monks and Head Abbot, who had been watching the training, excused himself and along with his entourage, left the courtyard.

That’s when I started hallucinating.

Why did I think I was hallucinating? Because as we were leaving the courtyard and approaching the gates of the Temple, I saw the Head Abbot of the Shaolin Temple…

Rolling by in a S600 Mercedes Benz with the blacked-out windows rolled down, talking on a cell phone.

Huh? What? I did a double-take and then rubbed my eyes. This couldn’t be real. Must be that the heat has rotted what was left of my brain.

I said nothing; I didn’t want to be the one that admitted that I was seeing things. Imagine my surprise when one of the guys with me turned and said, “Dude…did you see what I just saw…”

I asked him what he thought he saw and he said he thought he saw the Head Abbot rolling by in a pimped-out Benz.

I told him he wasn’t hallucinating – I saw it, too.

That got to me to thinking and asking questions. I mean, I thought the Monks were all about poverty and sacrifice, purity, freedom from desire…all that stuff.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that in China, the monks and the priests are some of the wealthiest individuals in society.

And like most wealthy and prosperous people, they appreciate quality in everything and will pay what they can to get the best quality they can.

Does the Head Abbot need a Benz? Probably not. But does he want the safest, fastest and nicest car he can afford? You bet he does. And I wouldn’t be surprised if the car he was in was armored for his safety.

If you want quality in your martial arts information, then the Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume I, at http://www.shaolinsecrets.com is the highest quality you can possibly get.

Where else can you get the original information, principles, training techniques and more that have been used by the Shaolin Temple of China for over fifteen hundred years to train the legendary Shaolin Monks of China – for less than a couple of hundred books?

If you’ve ever looked into traveling to the Temple in China and train for a week, you’re looking at a couple of grand, easy…not to mention they aren’t going to teach you any of the secrets or material contained in Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume I.

On top of that, I shared with you that earlier this week, the fulfillment house called me and said they had found a box of the Deluxe Hardcovers that we didn’t know we had.

To make sure that everyone had an opportunity to own the last of the Deluxe Hardcovers, I put them up at the Birthday Event rates so you could save mucho buckolas.

Talk about quality and value…roll like the Head Abbot over to http://www.shaolinsecrets.com and get your copy of Secrets of the Shaolin Temple Volume I.

When you get to the website, don’t worry; those prices are the real deal – you aren’t hallucinating.

Best,

William Huff