the waterfall roars
now—
a faraway whisper
–Terry Chitwood
The market, sometimes a thunderous roar, drowns out all thought, paralyzing the mind into inaction. Churning in whitewater, the mind loses focus, struggling to regain its footing. As long as the mind is buffeted by external market forces, there can be no stability.
Deeper
Paradoxically, the solution is to go deeper within yourself away from the tumultuous market until it becomes “a faraway whisper.” Falling deeper, spiraling downward until movement slows and finally stops: stillness.
Serenity
And from this still point deep within, silence gives birth to serenity, steadying the mind, creating equilibrium. From this point of balance, taking a trade in the most chaotic market becomes effortless. Calmness replaces chaos.
Tweet old wooden bridge creaks . . . in the wind –Terry Chitwood Traders get tired. The weight of trading the market becomes heavy, like Atlas shouldering a planet. Or trading becomes drudgery like Sisyphus repeatedly rolling a huge boulder up a hill and letting it roll back down. Again. And again. And again. ….
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Tweet Sun at Night the black panther’s yellow eyes illumine the night –Terry Chitwood In the market, it’s always night. Uncertainty reigns. Trading patterns can’t be clearly seen … murky waves moving chaotically, changing speeds with abandon, shadows within shadows. Learning to navigate the night is essential in trading and in life. Open Your Eyes…
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Tweet geese fly south chant a warning winter storm –Terry Chitwood Our instincts warn us of danger, keeping us safe from the perils that pursue us. Shadow: “Perils that pursue us? Are you paranoid, Terry?” Terry: “There’s a big difference between paranoia and awareness. In dreams, we must turn and face the pursuer before the…
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Tweet shadows like stripes across the path white tiger crouching –Terry Chitwood The white tiger is the path, black stripes across a white body, symbolizing wholeness like the yin/yang symbol from Taoism. The white tiger’s fierceness, born in the deep jungle, sharpened by the will to survive, radiates from its body. As if formed from…
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Tweet A beam of sunlight touches the falling raindrop turning it into mist: a thousand raindrops. –Terry Chitwood In alchemy, once the Philosopher’s Stone is developed in an individual, one of its operations is multiplicatio (multiplication). An example from Zen literature is the tenth Zen Ox-Herding picture where the sage walks joyfully into the village…
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Tweet I breathe the white cloud into the blue sky. Now, the cloud breathes me. –Terry Chitwood Send your spirit into the market, blending with the order flow, discovering its rhythm, waiting for the precise moment to take the trade. As light as a feather ride the market wave, rising and falling, faster, slower,…
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Tweet new-fallen snow reflects the sun shadows disappear –Terry Chitwood Light dissolves shadows, casting out negative thoughts from the darkest corners of our minds, helping our fears disappear, and allowing truth to be revealed. In trading, fear creeps into the mind like a thief, stealing our peace, disrupting our plans, magnifying our doubts. Fear creates…
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Tweet white lightening against a black sky awakening –Terry Chitwood Black and white thinking, the bane of traders and logicians everywhere, easy to do, easy to see, leads to the gates of the Underworld, home of the hidden Hydra—its guardian. Cut off one of its heads and the Hydra grows two more (black and white)….
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Tweet red lotus breaks through the ice blooming in winter –Terry Chitwood Many traders live in their heads, embracing their intellect at the expense of their feelings. Encasing their emotions in ice, they view trading and life coldly, relying on reason instead of heart, becoming human computers who lost their souls. Dance How can they…
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