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… it is also when I realize how far I have come as a student

Every day that I have come to class at the BSB, there has been an immediate sense of relief. The people that you meet are genuine and caring and the instructors are kind and patient. In most areas of my life, making mistakes and laughing them off is not permitted, I have found the opposite to be true at the BSB. Each week, something new is introduced so that we not only develop our skills, but so that we also remain humble and understand that there is much more to learn. When new students have joined the class, I have felt most comfortable and also the most humble. It is in those instances that I realize how much I can improve the basics and it is also when I realize how far I have come as a student.

 There have been days when I’ve woken up feeling very stressed and anxious and have gone to class. The calming environment and the exercise wash all that away within minutes. It clears the mind in a unique way and has left me feeling renewed afterwards. I have always felt welcomed and supported as a student at the BSB. It is a great place to learn a beautiful martial art as well to clear your mind and focus your energies.

Lastly, I must say that the concept of “no contact and no competition” is one that has changed me in subtle ways. Competition often taints a really enjoyable experience if the participants focus too much on it. I feel safe coming to class and learning without worrying about how my classmates are progressing. I simply focus on the instructor and I work on myself. It gives me a great sense of acceptance of my own ability and contributes to the overall positive energy within the class. Essentially, it is pretty difficult to leave a class at the BSB without feeling amazing!

Danielle C. (Boabom North)

Build an Altar…

Build an Altar,

Adorn it in the finest way,

Believe in it in the greatest way,

Adore it in the deepest way… then

Burn it.

From Mystic Meditations by Asanaro


Breathe in light…

Breathe in Light...

A wonderful poem from Tami Elaine Prince!


Carrot Fluff!!!

By popular demand, here is the Carrot Fluff recipe from the Solstice gathering last weekend!

Carrot Fluff

-2 lbs carrots
-1/2 cup softened butter or margarine
-1/4 cup sugar
-1/4 cup coconut flour
-1 tsp baking powder
-1 tsp vanilla
-3 eggs, beaten
-pinch salt

Peel and chop carrots.  Boil 15 minutes.  Drain and mash.  Add margarine and let melt in.  Add all other ingredients and incorporate well.  Can even whir up some more in food processor.   Bake 30 minutes in 350 oven.



Caroline (Boabom North)

The City of Little Buddhas and the Destruction of the World



In the Boabom Arts, one of the goals of meditation is to assess things, detached from all prejudice. In light of this, analyzing and meditating on eastern stories while assessing our present life, I have come to the conclusion that we are little Buddha Princes.

The Buddhists say that Siddhartha, the Buddha, was born in a real north Indian family. His father, the King, wishing the best for him, tried to keep the little prince from all that was unpleasant. Within the walls of the monarch’s castle, nothing bad could happen; if someone died, the little prince did not hear, for nobody was allowed to mourn or grieve in the presence of the royal heir. Of course, when the little prince wished to eat the finest delicacies, he never knew what animals were killed, or who planted the vegetables in which he delighted. What did it matter who had reaped, who had transported it to the castle, who had cooked? Hidden servants did all, and all was ready for him, with the constant smiles of those who were responsible for his care. Death did not exist, there were no corpses; all was clean and far removed from decay. However, one day he decided to leave the walls of his father’s castle. It was at that moment, for the first time that the little prince faced the suffering of mankind. Surely at that moment he valued that every piece of clothing he had worn, every dish he had tasted with disdain, every stone of the castle, every sip of water he drank, came from the sacrifice of someone or something, and that every act carried a result in the real world. The little Buddha faced reality and from that moment his search did not cease until he found enlightenment.


Meditating on this today, I feel that we are like the young Buddha, in various measures; protected in the walls of our cities, following the true mandate of our father, society: to not suffer, to acquire all, unaware of the evil it carries, of the consequences, or of who really pays to keep the cost low. We are little Buddhas, yet we know that suffering does not enter inside the castle walls, little buddhas who take cover in the modern city as an untouchable palace, consuming resources in their own right, stopping at nothing, without measuring consequences, without compassion. Little Buddhas who open the tap and do not know from where the water comes, who consume meat and have no idea of the suffering of animals, who eat products packaged in plastic that ends up all too often somewhere in the sea. The truth is that we care neither where it comes from, nor where it goes, not at all… Someone will do the dirty work. What matters is the good restaurant, the best service, purely pleasurable packaging. Princelings with an imaginary kingdom who just want to flick the switch and have light, to stay safe, always far from the shadows, with no idea where the energy comes from that keeps us from the dreaded dark. We are privileged children who want the computer at our disposal, who throw a tantrum if we are without internet, TV, or electricity. We are interested only in our own pleasure; we never see the hidden servants. Even death terrifies us: the presence of bodies is prohibited, to have a human bone in sight or to have one’s own cemetery is quite a scandal; death must also be clean and under control. Without a doubt, we are spoiled little Buddhas, without values, tied to the comforts of the castle, to the law of the King; you must not suffer, pay no mind to what you consume, just buy and be happy… it’s that easy! Just buy and be happy.

The only difference between our story and that of the Buddha is that if we trust the tale of his life, the Buddha left his castle not because he saw the pain and suffering beyond the walls; he left because he knew that he owed something ​​the world, not just the human world, but that of all living beings. The search for truth and how to overcome that suffering was his reward.

We will continue on in the castle, protected, consuming, consuming… Until the world shrivels up, dried out from our forcible endeavor to move always away from pain, forever towards pleasure.


The Last Dream of Mada (mother)

MADA 108
When the noble garments
lay down
all pales,
but the reflection of their shadows rises,
and left behind,
memories languish.
This old mother is light like the wind again!
She walks without touching the ground,
inhales without needing breath,
rises to the zenith
and with only her thoughts
will trespass her dome in the moment… 
she says;
this is my message
from the time that is not time:
behind me I saw the ancient garments,
unmade by the river of longing,
I crossed the height of the ceiling
that has protected them for decades,
I saw its tiny inner circles,
I fell into the skies,
pulled by the subtle rope of silence.
I rose gazing at the noble Valley of the Ties,
from the heights I appreciated
the splendid mountains,
I regarded the distant demarcations
of the eight extremes,
I saw the circle.
I went through the clouds,
the delicate shell of the dome of the skies,
I withdrew, elusive, impalpable…
I could see Mother Land, the guileless blue
dressed in white fabric, in motion…
I saw the circle.
I went away, guided by the Arts of the Bamso,
falling upwards,
driven by the ties of the ethereal,
elevated by the stellar winds,
received by the gentle arms of the immense,
on my left I passed
the voluptuous moon…
I saw the circle.
I continued, dragged,
directed without destination by the songs of mystery,
I saw the generous great-star of light pass by,
warm and pulsating,
I could look on her without burning my empty eyes,
memory of the organs that, to travel, I leave.
I appreciated the splendid shining,
impetuous and quiet.
I continued, dragged beyond,
I withdrew without destiny or memory.
And being so far away… so far away,
I saw only the Great Symbol of the Circle.
I saw it as a sphere flattened into a line,
as a straight curve into the distance,
as an endless corner…
Mada asuise, Mada sueise..
When the noble garments lay down
all pales,
but the reflection of their shadows rises,
and left behind, memories languish. 
(Asanaro – To my Mada – Farewell! Good last Bamso!)


Much of eastern thought is based on the concept that all things are impermanent; in the Boabom Arts, however, we say that it is not impermanent, it is in movement. Although these ideas may seem to be different ways of saying the same thing, they are really different points of view. One reminds us of the suffering caused by addiction; the other that we must learn to flow with life.



108: The Boabom EagleOriginal Photo: The Flight of the Eagle, Mountain School 108

108: Alignment of Light!

At the right time of  year, the alignment is just right…

Light Alignment

Meditation Without Action is Like a Seed from Monsanto: Infertile

Meditation & the Seed

It is raining, this is nothing new in Nessoden, a pleasant village on a peninsula facing Oslo (Norway). Meanwhile, I am working quietly on the preparations for a meditation seminar organized by Boabom Norge.

I review some notes and the program for the weekend. There are many ways to meditate, no doubt.

For some, meditation is synonymous with stopping thinking, maybe the right way to say it would be to quiet the mind. I analyze these ideas, while it still rains and something happens in the world. Meditating also ‘happens.’

If the mind stops, Does the world stop? Seems like a good Zen question.

We can respond in the same way: obtain a seed, stop the tree?

For while it is raining, I inhale and exhale. Life goes on, water seeks its natural flow.

The world moves, and many people would like to stop the rain with their hands, to control it in a convenient way. This is nothing new; it is human nature, fear of losing, of non-being, pushes us to compete, to win, without compassion, without considering the consequences.

I continue my meditation work.

In a few days there will be a worldwide protest against a danger which humanity has not yet lived; the genetically modified seed, harmful to health and to life; yet beyond this it is a symbol of a new type of domain, a new way of humans controlling humans.

Many years ago I learned something: walking and meditation go hand in hand, but with a goal; evolution, enhance, view, a change in action.

I feel that humanity has meditated all the great changes it has experienced in recent generations. Oddly enough for some, meditation is a natural act, always there;  you can do it right or wrong, but it happens.

Today I feel that as this global meditation is going into action, my thoughts are participating somehow.

There can be no doubt:

Meditation without action is like a seed from Monsanto: infertile.



Meditation Seminar at Boabom Norge: June 1st!

meditation-osloMeditation Seminar: developing simple steps of meditation.

Everyone is welcome to participate in this extraordinary weekend of meditation!

This seminar will develop several steps of meditation, linked with Seamm-Jasani and Boabom, that are easy to practice at home and do not require any special physical condition. The class will focus on exercises for breath, relaxation, other formal and informal methods, and various other techniques and ideas about meditation.

This seminar is being offered only once this year.

Meditation 1 and 2 – June
Saturday and Sunday 11:30 – 13:30 Meditation
Open to all.

Saturday–Part 1
Theoretical Discussion: Introduction
Concepts of Relaxation and Meditation
The Connection Between Body and Mind
Meditation Techniques: Beyond Movement
Development of Meditation Techniques
Formal and Self-Healing Meditation

Sunday–Part 2
New Ways of Meditation
The Fundament of the Mind
Our Field of Protection: Expression and Meditation
Dreams and Meditation
Meditation: Mantra
At Home Program

Price: 1000kr

Studio 1 (Skuespillerinstitutt Norsk) Møllergata 9
Oslo 0179, Norway

More information and registration:

[email protected]

One poem of Gendün Chöphel, a Tibetan rebel

Gendün Chöphel (1903–1951) was a creative and controversial figure, is considered one of the most important Tibetan intellectuals of the twentieth century.

An exceptional monk and an exceptional man. From the point of view of thought of the Boabom Arts, this poem is one of the best made by Chöpel.

Meditate it and enjoy it! ; )

“Objects of knowledge posited by the mind as existent and nonexistent;
Valid forms of knowledge dependent on objects true and false.
Having seen that the source of falsity in one is entrusted to the other,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

The presentation of the unexamined, unanalyzed world;
The systems of tenets that examine and analyze.
Having seen that the foundation of one rests on the other,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

Illusions that are mere appearances to the mind;
The mode of being determined to be real.
Having seen that if one is true, the other is false,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

The first speaker hides the mountain of his own faults;
His opponent searches for the other’s faults with a needle.
Having seen them take turns defeating each other,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

The nonobservation of what is suitable to appear negates the extreme of existence;
The nonobservation of what does not appear abandons the extreme of nonexistence.
Having seen that the presentation of one is destroyed by the other,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

Because there is no difference in the attachment produced
By the conception of true existence that holds a friend to be real and
By the valid knowledge which understands that friends are helpful,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

Having seen no difference in the hatred produced
By the conception of real existence that holds an enemy to be true and
By the valid knowledge which determines that enemies are harmful,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

Inferential valid knowledge is produced from direct perception;
Inference analyzes whether direct perception is true or false.
Because the child is serving as the father’s witness,
I am uncomfortable about positing the validity of convention.

Analysis by reasoning depends on the founders’ systems;
The founders are established by the power of reasoning.
If I can decide on my own, whom should I follow?
If I cannot decide, on whom can I rely?

Correct reasoning is found in definitive scriptures;
The provisional and definitive are distinguished by stainless reasoning.
If one understands with reasoning, why search for definitive meaning?
If one does not understand with reasoning,
how does one find definitive meaning?

Because of this way in which Maitreyanātha was seen as a female dog,
I do not believe in the unanalyzed, innate mind.
Because of this way in which the views of Madhyamaka and Cittamātra
abbots contradict each other,
I do not believe in the minds of analytical scholars.

Vulgar people, having repeatedly followed what is right,
Find the innate conception of true existence; it is the root of all downfall.
Scholars, having repeatedly followed what is right,
Find the artificial conception of true existence; it is worse than that.

In this world where there resounds the noise of debate
About existence and nonexistence, is and is not, true and false,
Whatever is constantly seen appears as an object of knowledge.
Whatever one has always known appears to be valid.

Whatever most people like appears as the truth;
Whatever most mouths agree on appears as dogma.
Inside each person is a different valid form of knowledge,
With an adamantine scripture to support it.

Beyond each mountain pass is a different religious sect
With thousands of scholars and fools who follow, saying,
“Just this is true; this will not deceive you.”
This self-authorization of one’s own truth

Delights a group of like-minded beings.
When told to a group that does not agree, they are scornful.

Here in the capital of six types of beings who cannot agree,
What is asserted by ten is not asserted by a hundred;
What is seen by humans is not seen by gods.
Who makes the laws that validate truth and falsity?”

Gendün Chöphel (Tibet)


The Monkey King

This Story is based on a old Story from Tibet: The Monkey King

Near a fruity flowing River, a Monkey King and his People were living. From their Home in an old Tree, they could watch the Rain watering the River. The Sun dancing on the Surface. The Sky mirroring itself.

Every Evening the Wind talked in the Leaves, telling the Monkeys Stories from the World. And every Evening they fell asleep, awakening into new Worlds.

The Monkey King’s Heart was full of Love for his People. But he hided it like a Treasure. Only those who could hear very well, could hear his Heart beating.

Every Spring new Life was given to the Tree. Every Flower on the Tree became an Apple. And every Apple was eaten by one of the Monkeys.

The Monkey King’s Voice was strong: – Do not let any of those Apples fall into the River! If so, Humans from the Villages will find it and taste it. And then they will not rest until they have found the Mother Tree.

The Monkeys were listening. And It went well for many Years. The Rain was falling, the Sun shining and the Wind talking. The Monkeys were laughing and playing in the Tree.

One Night the Monkey King suddenly woke up. He was listening. Trying to hear what has wakening him. But all he heard was the Crickets. He reached for his Heart, feeling something. It has missed one Beat.

Next morning the Apple was floating down the River. Growing under a big Leaf, the Monkeys had not seen it.

A Fisher Man was gathering his Nets. He always delivered the Fishes to the Emperor. When he saw the Apple, he picked it up. In spite of the Morning cold Water, the Apple felt warm in his Hand. The Smell was sweet like a full Summer Day. He could not stop looking at it.

– I want to give this to the Emperor, he said to his Assistant. – If this Apple can give him the Joy it has given me, an maybe more, we will all be blessed! The Assistant started to laugh, thinking that the Fisher Man was making a Joke. But the Fisher Man ordered: – Do not look at me with that stupid Face! Hurry up. We will leave at once!

The Emperor’s Empire was beyond the 11 Mountains and 8 Valleys. He ruled well, like his Father and Grandfather before him. From his Mother he had learned to listen to his People, like his Father had learned from his Mother. From his Father he had learned to take unpopular Choices, when he knew it was the best for the most. Like his Father had learned from his Father.

But this Morning his Mind was far away. Like a Cloud at the top of A Mountain. So when the Chef told him that the Fisher Man had brought no Fish for Lunch, he answered: – Very well, very well.

Knowing that the Emperor always wanted to eat Fish, and having none this Morning, the Chef asked:
– What would his Highness then want for Lunch?
The Emperor looked at him, hearing the word “Lunch”.
– Give me what the Fisher Man brought today, like you always do, please.

The Meal was served and the Emperor looked at his Wife:
– This is very strange. It is no Fish here, only an Apple.
-I will talk with the Chef, she said. – I guess there is an Explanation.

The Emperor sighed, but took a bite of the Apple. And did forget about Everything: the Fisher Man, Wife, even the Chair he was sitting on. The only thing that filled him up, was the Taste of the Fruit.

What a Flavor! Like singing Birds and Waterfalls, like Laughter and sweat Tears, like the Sun and the Moon shining at the same Time.

He said: – I will not sleep, I will not eat and I will not rule this Empire until I have found the Mother Tree of this Apple!
The Wife said nothing. The only thing she said when he left was: -See you soon! Though she carried no Hope of doing so.

For 2 Years the Emperor and his Soldiers looked for the Tree. At the right Time, at the beginning of the 3., a sweet Smell waked the Emperor in the middle of the Night. The next Morning he saw the Tree.

He wanted to dance and sing, but then he heard the Monkeys playing. He gathered his Soldiers and whispered: – If we wait until Sunset, we can catch the Monkeys by Surprise. Then we can feast on their Flesh and enjoy the Apples for Desert.

The Heart of the King heard the Words that were spoken. He silently told his People to jump to the nearest Tree on the other side of the River. But nobody did. – It is too fare away, they said. The old King sighed, but saw no other outcome than to jump himself. He just managed to get a Grip onto one of the Branches.

– Hurry up, he whispered; – go, go!
– Why, they asked.
– Because I say so, he smiled.

Luckily one of the Children jumped over laughing loudly, and suddenly it became a funny Game for all of them.

The Emperor heard the Monkeys and understood they were escaping. – Attack!, he shouted.

At the same Time the last big male Monkey stepped on the Kings back, and it broke. – Help me, he said. But they did not hear him. They had already started to eat the Fruit growing on the other Tree, playing and laughing.

The Empire saw the Monkey King using himself as a Bridge. He heard the shout in pain and saw him falling into the River.

– Hurry up, he ordered the Soldiers. – Help the Monkey out of the River, but do not harm him!

Carefully the Emperor laid the King down on the Ground, on the finest Blanket they had. He gave him Water to drink and Fruit to eat. And he sat next to him until the Monkey King died.

– – – – – –

The Story also tells about a Palace that the Emperor build to honour the Monkey King. Another Story tells that the Monkey King still live there, Today.

Inger, Boabom Norway

Boabom and the Olympics: Art and Sport

Today we are inundated with publicity from the current Olympiad, held every 4 years with barely any interruption for a little over a century. Without detracting from the effort to bring together different nations on the sporting field, perhaps this event deserves a deeper analysis, beyond any political debate, from the point of view of the sacrifice the athletes make for the medal. It serves as a point of meditation for both Teachers and Students Boabom.

The key word in the development of sports is COMPETITION. Competition is a strong word that unleashes passions, and without a doubt there is competition in life, but in no way does it describe ther majority of richness and capacity of living beings.

Meditating on this, what cost do the athletes pay for this admiration of the moment? Is it necessary that this cost be a perjury to their current or future health? It is so easy to fall into societal obsessions that ask for what is extraordinary but illogical, for belief in beauty, even to the detriment of long-term health.

Any sport done in a measured manner, with consistent and appropriate care, is good, but watching some of the competitions, such as boxing, with its obvious consequences, or gymnastics, especially involving jumping, where the act of bending the knees while landing is scored against, invariably draw our attention. What is the purpose? Would not it be better to reward and give points to those who consider the immediate and long-term consequences? It’s as simple as changing the scoring rules just a little.

Personally, every time I have seen a gymnastics routine involving a final, unflexed landing, it hurts my knees just to watch. In the long term, terrible consequences are unavoidable. Several years ago I knew a former Olympic gymnast in Spain. The woman, just over 40, already had 3 knee operations and walked with a cane, and said that she was one of the gymnasts of her generation with the fewest injuries. Was it worth a few seconds applause?

The difference between SPORT and ART is that sport and competition are linked, while Art, such as Boabom, is linked solely to the principles of ADAPTIVENESS, to accomplish elegant movement with effort, but without injury to oneself. Instead, movement is developed as pure energy, natural to the body-mind that values itself, not the prizes or applause of others.

Some students tell me, somewhat jokingly, that it would be interesting to see Boabom, as an Art of Defense, competing with the martial arts or boxing in the Olympics. Usually I say, “From the moment the competition begins, it would no longer be Boabom.” As Art, Boabom has profound meaning as an essential, fundamental defense, creator and regulator of vital energy, lethal in real action and with real motives, but only in extreme cases. This is the quintessence of adaptation, to not act beyond what is necessary, fluidly, cultivating your body for yourself and for your old age, for youth is short and old age is long. Therefore, in Boabom, there is no contact between the students, there is no competition, no tournament or championship, no boards or bricks to break. The primary idea is that the balance of self, physical and mental, has little to do trophies or applause.

There is a gap between ADAPTIVENESS and COMPETITION, between art and sport, but even so, they walk very close together. Perhaps in the future the Olympics will be more ecological or friendly to the athletes, when nations abandon their obsessions and an event like the Olympics can demonstrate the incredible capacity of humans to adapt; to show elegance without risking themselves; to evolve, full of energy, life and a beautiful and fulfilling old age.

Perhaps even to dream, too…

Asanaro (Boabom South-North)


Boabom painting: The Wind

Why do we celebrate the Solstice in BOABOM?

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Many will ask, why do we celebrate the Solstice? Why celebrate that date and not any other that might belong to a specific tradition, whether eastern or western?

In the Boabom traditions there are no defined traditions but the ones that the schools determine according to their form and what is needed in the moment. Boabom belongs to the nomads, and nomads know how to change, to adapt, to keep what matters; they carry very little with them, mostly what is needed, and they are aware that nothing remains for long, and that there is no time to own many things.

Still, the question remains, why the Solstice in Boabom?

For the same reason as above, because the Solstice does not belong to anyone. No one told the sun to come out on a particular day or time because on that particular day and time “my triumph is celebrated” or “my religion is celebrated”. The Sun has its own life, and takes us into its rhythm, inevitable. In the same way, the Moon and the stars live their lives, no one rules over them, no one commands them, they are eternal nomads. We can only watch the stars, but trying to understand them is a long task.

In one way or another, the conclusion is the same: we do not own, we are not the lords, rulers, and we are not the ones that can dictate that this or that is a sacred date,  we can not say “you shall appear on this date, and disappear on that other one”. The universe has its own rhythm, the nomads adapt to it, and the rest deny that and make their burden heavier.

At the same time, there is always the need of reunion, to reflect, to meditate about our lives, our desires, the path we have walked, our achievements and where we want those achievements to take us, and this need remains. That is where the Solstice is born in the Boabom Arts, day in which the sun is at its peak in the North and in its lowest point in the South, showing that a circle has been lived. It is a great time to meditate, a moment to make a stop in the path of a hermit, not to celebrate triumphs that we have not lived or experimented.

Without a doubt, the human world is plagued with dates, celebrations, memorable days that may have never been, of births that no one certifies, of “months” and days that were created and named to satisfy the ego of emperors of other times. These dates will live and die with their cultures, and the Moon, in birth and completion, the Solstices marking circles to the sun, the Stars in different points will continue un-acknowledging so many human dates.

Those of us who take Boabom as a way of life in a humble and simple way appreciate that the Sun has completed a cycle, that the Moon grows and decreases, that the stars guide us and that, all of them, without further requirements, have allowed us to continue our pilgrimage.

A circle has been completed!

May the stellar winds be in your favor!


Ammait Sojamm!!!!!


New Poster: Boabom!!!


The Secret Art of Boabom: Defense-Meditation from Ancient Tibet

New from Asanaro: a quick-reference practice poster for the Secret Art of Boabom! 

Useful for the beginner or advanced practitioner, this poster shows the complete sequence of movements from the book the Secret Art of Boabom. This poster is now available via

For more information on Asanaro and his books,visit

Transit of Venus Time Lapse Video

Last night, some lucky people with clear skies, along with a number of excited astronomers, had the chance to watch venus pass in front of the sun for the last time in quite a while! Here in Boston we had cloudy skies at sunset, but thanks to space telescopes and the internet, we can get a better and more beautiful view than would have been possible without a cloud in the sky!

The transit of venus has a fascinating history in astronomy, and in the 1700s helped to calculate the size of the solar system.

Diagram from 1769 Transit of Venus

Now data being collected from this transit of venus is being used, among other things, to understand planets outside of our own solar system, in a continuing search to learn more about the universe we inhabit, and thus ourselves–something any Boabom student can appreciate!

A great, simple idea: White Roofs!

Check out this video from the White Roof Project–an organization working to reduce excess heat in cities by painting flat, black roofs white, thereby lowering cooling costs in the summer and reflecting excess heat back into the atmosphere. A simple idea for fighting climate change and reducing energy consumption!

Right now they’re working in New York City but hoping to expand around the world.

A simple, inexpensive, cool idea…

Boabom Israel!!!

The birth of a new Boabom school always follows its own path, and each has a unique story that continues to unfold. This newest, in its broad strokes, begins with awakening and search. Alone they are never enough, but with great energy supporting constancy and effort they can be transformed into something great!!!

That something is Boabom Israel, and its principal teacher is Wiz. I met him some time ago, not too long but not too short, and since then he has shown a positive and constant energy for the Boabom Arts that has stretched across an ocean, a sea, and three continents. Through this hiss energy for the Boabom Arts has been unflagging, and its result is the burgeoning Boabom Israel!

We are happy to announce the birth and growth of this new school, and to point you to its website, Please share it with your Hebrew speaking friends, leave your greetings on facebook, and send your best and most positive energies for its rapid and continuous growth!!!


Yemado (Boabom North)

The Sword of Yaanbao: A Boabom Story

The Sword of Yaanbao

A long time ago there was an old Boabom Guide named Tireless Expert. He had been born with a walking impediment, but despite this he was famous for his abilities in the defense Arts called Yaanbao-Boabom, which consisted of the mastery of elements of defense, especially the most precious of all, the Sword of Yaanbao.

One of his apprentices was something of a hypocrite, cunning too, and he had the habit of insinuating things instead of being direct. One day, he asked the old man with some irony in his voice, as if trying to test him:

“What is the difference between a swaggering lame old man and someone that can truly, really use the sword?”

Tireless Expert looked out to the horizon and answered, quietly:

“A swaggering man insinuates instead of asking, but he who knows the Sword of Yaanbao only draws it to use it, not to flaunt.” With this, he made a gesture as to grab his sword, which he carried across the braid with which he tied his tunic.

The hypocritical apprentice ran away, and was not seen again.

(from the book:  BOABOM meditations: 38 Stories and Fables)

• About Yaanbao:
Seminar of Yaanbao (Norway)
• The original picture was taken in NamTso lake (Tibet), from Yemado