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Hold off with the cheers and high fives until I can at least give out a few details of my fifth session with Master Zhou last night. Afterwards, take a moment to consider exactly what you can believe, prepare yourselves now. Also remember that I'm the world's most unapologetic skeptic.  No, I am not cured. ALS still has its hands around my throat. However, Master Zhou is prying at them and making the disease falter. How? First, understand that I'm not taken in by voodoo, be it Christian, Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, Wikken, you choose. I have no interest in or patience for scripture of any source (except for Mary Shelley, ; that youngster could write! ), mostly disappointed in the rules, regulations, noose of original sin, the hellish consequences to be borne upon a people created flawed by a perfect God. Logic betrays soft consideration. It is the little guy I let in on all confusion perpetrated upon me, whether it be voice, written or evoked by attitude.  From the shrines at  Master Zhou's school, especially the big Buhdda in his entry, I have deduced that he is a Buhddist. In none of my treatments has there been a trace of spiritual or religious preamble or caboose. If Master Zhou believes his talents are divinely given, if he has achieved enlightenment through dozens of reincarnations, he doesn't say.   His silence frees up my logic pal to concentrate on more important things.  Lets talk about Masters. I know many. I myself am a Master. I hold a sixth degree black belt in Korean Tae Kwon Do. I taught TKD for 18 years. Some titles of Master can be earned in a few weeks, a few months. I might be a master of lead identification and work site safety after taking a six hour class and acing the test. The reality is, the true masters are not measured by certificate or diploma, but by dedication, sacrifice and patience. By such standard I am no master, nor are most.  In my opinion, not alone, Master Zhou is one of the elite few. Something about him,  80 years old, just over 5 feet tall, long bald, humble and unassuming, rings differently for me. HE CAN EASILY PROJECT ENERGY INTO ME AND I FEEL IT. I've had several healers, even a past life regressionist, ask me if I felt something warm, if I feel vibrations, buzzing. Mostly I've been truthful: No, nothing. But on a few occasions I've said maybe, torching firestorm of proclamation... if energy produces heat, as I believe it does, then Master Zhou is running on 220 volts while my other encounterers have the power of a 9 volt battery. All of my treatments have included very intense, often painful Chinese Massage and energy transfer in no way disputable. My most recent visit to the table found me in for energy movement so intense as to feel like a blowtorch had been applied to my feet, the heat focused very specifically by an elderly Chinese man with a rolled up Scot Towel. No parlor trick, no blindfold, no shit. In a week he has lowered my level of fasculation, greatly increased my range of movement in both arms and blowing eliminated a growing back problem. I still have ALS, but these days its along side me rather in front, less an obstacle, more of an annoyance. Yay!