Three approaches to ‘explanations’
I was in Japan when members of the Aum Shinriko (neo-buddhist/christian synthesis) cult gassed the Tokyo subway. After that, there was a lot of “Who are these quacks?” investigations featured on the news – even in English. Several of the features I watched included mention that Shoko Asahara (the leader) claimed to be able to levitate while meditating and also claimed his followers could learn to do the same. There were documentary videos of groups of disciples sitting cross-legged (most notably NOT lotus position) on the floor in deep calm non-concentration. Some of the people at the front (higher-level disciples, I presume) would start rising up (even lifting their pelvis a few inches off the floor) and open their eyes in a proud “Wow! I’m doing it!” expression – only to fall back to the floor at that moment.
The official explanation was that those disciples were starting to get it; only their failure to maintain the trance, their involuntary return to reality, their subconscious unwillingness to fully break with the material world kept them from completely rising off the floor.
After the leader was caught and indicted, high-level insiders admitted the levitation trick was simply a matter of strengthening the gluteus maximus muscles and pressing the outside edges of the feet against the floor. The glutes would start the ‘rise’ and the legs would continue the action. If done skillfully enough, the practitioner could look like the pelvis was rising and the feet were merely trailing behind as the legs dangled.
Back in the 1970’s when all three of the broadcast networks were televising variety shows just about every night of the week (Sonny & Cher, Donny & Marie, Captain & Tenile, Laugh-In, Hee Haw, etc.) there was a husband & wife team of mimes named Shields & Yarnell who got their own show.
One of the skits on the show was two guys sitting in a park, reading newspapers and chatting about mundane stuff. The guest of the week was doing it with both feet on the ground; Shields was going it with one leg crossed over the other. There was nothing holding them up other than their leg muscles. After a couple minutes, someone came buy an said, “Hey, guys: They moved the invisible bench to the other side of the park.” at which point Shields and the special guest looked at each other and fell on their butts.
My point being that, with enough muscular training (and mimes are apparently well-trained with dance, yoga, and other muscular arts) one could appear to defy gravity for a limited time.
I was allowed to join the final camp-out in the Sierra Club’s Wilderness Basics course, the snow camping trip. Snow was falling on the night we took three busses full of campers up to the Big Bear area, slept in a school gym with two other Sierra Clubs, and then split up to get to various starting points (depending on our skill levels). It was clear and sunny as we hiked a half day to our camping destination. Then we set up a tent area, then carved blocks of snow out of the fallen base to set up a snow-privy a few dozen yards away. We set up another area for communal cooking, dining, and socializing by carving more snow blocks out of the base-layer and building a wall, ending up with an eight-foot by eight-foot square with a trench around it and three-foot high walls on three sides. It was all pretty neat. We’d sit on the snow layer with our legs dangling into the trench and rest our backs against the little walls. We’d put our camp stoves and on the giant square and cook and eat off the ‘table’ in the middle.
We had dinner around dusk and chatted for about an hour after it got dark, but people were getting cold and voted to go to bed. I got a couple hours of sleep but, since I’m usually a late-night person, I woke up around 10PM feeling restless. Since there was nobody else to talk with, I decided to go out and do some Tai Chi in the middle of camp.
A key component of Tai Chi is weight distribution. One will be 60-70% on one foot, 100% on one foot, and very rarely 50/50 evenly weighted. More importantly, a critical part of the movement is in reaching out with one foot while the other foot is bearing all the weight, then transferring weight from one leg to the other AFTER making sure it’s safe. So I was practicing very at a very slow even pace, working very hard to reach out with each foot and make sure the next surface was both firm and non-slippery before transferring my weight. In fact, there were a few times when I would reach out and place my foot, start transferring, and then readjust my footing because the snow was either slippery or soft. Still, I managed to get through the Yang Style Short Form twice without sinking.
In fact, after I moved to the middle of the ‘table’ and was doing the form a second time, one of the other campers must have heard me crunching the snow underfoot and he poked his head out to watch. As I finished up, he crawled out of his tent and stood up, asking, “Wow! You’re a kung fu student?”
“No, that was Tai Chi.” I corrected him, “I teach down in North Park.”
“Really?” He asked while walking toward me, “I just moved to North County and–” suddenly he had one leg up to his knee in snow and his other leg was bent at the knee with his shin on top of the ice. He was bent forward, supporting his upper body with his hands and arms.
I moved quickly toward him and set my feet wide apart while reaching out to grab his arms. As I pulled him up I noted, “Actually, North Park is south of the eight, close to Balboa park. North County is the stuff north of Miramar.”
We chatted briefly and determined that he lived too far away to reasonably get to my classes in time, and a few people shushed us so we went back to our separate tents.
Two days later, during the bus ride back, my tent-mate asked, “What’s this I hear about you floating over the snow last night?”
“Oh yeah,” I joked because I had no idea exactly what she had heard, “I was doing the Crouching Tiger, Floating Dragon* thing.”
Since I had been moving about on the surface and the other guy had sunk knee-deep into the “same” snow I guess rumors had built upon rumors…
–G!
Yeah, I know that’s not the right name for the movie. Some guy in the row behind us corrected me and we detoured to a different conversation after that.