It was back in the early seventies when I moved my
family to Southwestern Colorado. It was the year
before the ski opened, and there were only 400
people living at 8,945 feet above sea level. It
was the most beautiful place you could imagine.
Telluride sits in a box canyon. Steep, forested
mountains and cliffs surround it, with Bridal Veil
Falls at the head of the canyon. The winters were
long and cold, and we heated our home with wood.
We had an Ashley wood stove that pretty much kept
us warm all winter. It took around 10 cords of
wood to go through a winter in the mountains. A
cord of wood is 8×4 inches and 4 foot high. That’s
a lot of chopping and splitting to heat your
house, but I did it every winter for years. When
you cut and split your own wood, you get a lot of
heat out of it. You heat up your whole body when
you go logging, and even more when you split it.
That was a real wo rkout that you can’t get at a
gym.
When you live in a small town, you know just about
everyone, and everyone knows you. For the most
part, everybody was friendly and would give you a
helping hand if needed. Telluride was a magic
place, and many a friend would come to visit, both
winter for the skiing and summer to enjoy the
beauty of the Rockies.
Around Thanksgiving, my friend, Jerry, came to
visit on his way to California and stayed with us
for a few weeks before he decided to make
Telluride his home. I don’t think he ever got to
California. One sunny morning in September, I was
headed up the mountain to do some logging. Jerry
volunteered to give me a hand. He had no idea what
he was in store for. He’s a city kid, and this was
his first logging experience. Now that I think
about it, it was my second, or maybe, third
logging adventure as I was brought up in the same
big city that he was. As we drove up the mountain,
we could see that there were dead trees standing
on both sides of the road. I had a brilliant plan.
I decided to cut down one of those 40- or 50-foot
trees and have it fall on the road, so all we had
to do was cut it up and fill the truck. I found a
nice tree and cut it, so it would fall on the
road, ju st like I planned. The only thing I didn’t
realize was, when the tree hit the road, it
jack-knifed back and hit me right in the nose! I
was out cold. The next thing I remembered was
Jerry carrying me to the car, and with super human
strength, moving a 40-foot tree off the road, and
driving me to the hospital. I can remember going
in and out of consciousness on the ride.
After that, my life changed radically. I left the
mountains soon after that near-death experience,
and I have devoted my life to health, healing, and
spiritual growth ever since. For three decades, I
worked with my Master, learning all I could about
longevity, meditation, and the process of learning
how to learn. Then, in 2007, I began sharing this
work with a select group of people who wanted to
learn the ways of mastering the internal self. I
called the group, “The 
Inner Circle,” and
we have been going strong since we started.
If you are ready for a learning adventure that
will last you a lifetime, join us today.
www.Qigonginnercircle.com
I wish you the best in your Health, Wealth, and
Happiness!
Dr. Wu Dhi
