7.16.2014

Japan The Beautiful

Okakura Kakuz┼Ź "Asia is one. The Himalayas divide, only to accentuate, two mighty civilisations, the Chinese with its communism of Confucius, and the Indian with its individualism of the Vedas. But not even the snowy barriers can interrupt for one moment that broad expanse of love for the Ultimate and Universal, which is the common thought-inheritance of every Asiatic race, enabling them to produce all the great religions of the world, and distinguishing them from those maritime peoples of the Mediterranean and the Baltic, who love to dwell on the Particular, and to search out the means, not the end, of life."
There are times that I veer from that path by writing about topics related to social progress, food, and some other indulgence. But ultimately, I seek to merge all of the things I love about Japan into one conceptualisation of what this country means to me, and hopefully to others. As nebulous as Shintoism is for many of us including Japanese, has a lot to do with the charm of this country. The Japanese have evolved spiritually and culturally through the transmission of language and culture passed over from India, China, and Korea, and thus far has managed to retain only the best practices of Confucianist thought and practice within its social hierarchical structure. Since the Asuka Period, Japan has truly been born into a spiritual brotherhood of Asians from the arts to the sciences, to music and linguistics. Since the ancient days of Nara the fusion between God and man has shaped the the very thoughts of the Japanese race.
When Westoxified Asian intellectuals get together to aggrandise the capitalist they often forget that what defined previous generations wasn’t always about money and vast wealth, but about the core tenets of life and the martial way of life that shaped the Arts. Westoxified Asian intellectuals have tired of the shackles of centuries old pragmatism in exchange for Western indulgences that have undermined the spiritual potential of Japan. Not too long ago, it was common for Japanese to visit temples to pray when times were tough or when there was uncertainty in ones own life, now they just drink their problems away. However, when I look into her eyes I know that there is still hope. Hitomi
So I am a semi-pro photographer now. I have been a photo hobbyist for years, but now I am serious. In this next phase of my blogs evolution I will introduce my own beauty through pictures. These ideas have developed over the years and is finally reaching a phase that I am comfortable with. Juzu are called Buddhist prayer beads. Another name would be Buddhist rosary. The Juzu is used to count the number of times a mantra is recited whilst meditating. The beauty of Hitomi is so nostalgic for me. Reminds me of a time, not too long ago when I walked on streets adorned with pink pedals. I could smell lavender and frankincense wafting through the air. Perhaps blown over on a northerly breeze from Hokkaido, like the seasons being dizzy and confused and befuddled like I am when I look at you - Hitomi.
Smokey cauldrons filled with incense sticks emit a dainty plume of grey smoke into the air for good luck. Since Hitomi’s was the first bunch of sticks in this cauldron I imagined the smoke couldn’t rise in the midst of an angel. Maybe spell bound. The gentle mother-womanliness is exquisitely beautiful to me. The beauty of Hitomi is so nostalgic of a bygone era in Japan. Way back when words meant something. Reminds me of a time, not too long ago too, when I walked on streets adorned with pink pedals. I could smell lavender and frankincense wafting through the air. Perhaps blown over on a northerly breeze from Hokkaido, like the seasons being dizzy and confused and befuddled like I am when I look at you - Hitomi.
Jukujo is refined and matured beauty. Japanese men do not understand this meaning, even as babes born from their mothers wombs, they still to this day insist that the word means “decrepitude.” But, they are wrong, as with many things.

6.06.2014

Rainy Wet Season in Japan! I love it!

Rainy Season in Japan: Why I love it! Wet season in Japan lasts from June to the middle of July every year.   Just for your information, the two worst seasons in Japan are the rainy season and early spring. It’s because in the spring the mainland is infamous for pollen allergens that spread through the air, and which affects the whole mainland except for Okinawa Prefecture, this is because there are no cedar trees on the Okinawan Islands.

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 If you want to avoid the rainy seasons then head to Hokkaido as they are not affected by high and low pressure weather patterns like what’s found on “Honshu” the mainland. The rainy season in Japan is called “ tsuyu “ or “ baiyu.” This deluge of rain is very important for plums and rice cultivation in Japan, and is the reason why Japanese produce is so fresh and delicious. Often times people have nothing to do except sleep; yes, sleep is an activity too. Just open the window and allow the fresh rainy air to come in and soothe your senses. Acid rain is only problematic in areas where there is high traffic and factories. Most people live in the suburbs and so therefore nothing to worry about, so enjoy your rainy day nap with the windows wide open; the rain is soft, not torrential.







 What I love doing on a rainy day during rainy season is getting together with my “Jukujo” and heading out to Kamakura; an old historical showpiece city located in Kanagawa prefecture. The city is famed for having the famous “Daibutsu,” the largest Buddhist statue in Japan and plethora of many charming little temples and shrines. It is the hydrangea capital of Japan. We head off to an old tea shop somewhere tucked away in a tiny little garden. There’s a “shishi - odoshi” a bamboo seasaw that fills with water while making a clucking sound. Some exotic birds singing on a tree branch somewhere ensconced within a bunch of tree leaves. The green tea hot to the touch and is tepid on the tongue and aromatic. It blends perfectly with the “mizu-yokan” as it refreshes the mouth. A pleasant breeze comes in and mixes with the aroma of the tea and sweets. Faint aroma of sweet perfume from “her” hair adds a seductive and earthy tone to the whole mood which only heightens my appreciation for her. Afterwards we take a stroll around the a grove and admire the shrubs and little flowers wet with rain. I can see a little dew drop from a peddle ready to fall.    A peck on her lip.





 I love the smell of a Japanese temple. The smell of Japanese incense is sacred to me. The low murmur of a temple monk is also beautiful and dreamy and evokes a sense of the past, present, and the future all in one verse.  We honor the gods with our tithe and pray for blessings. We head to a love hotel, and since it’s a weekday there are plenty of rooms at cheap prices. We get a room and take a long bath together. We soak our fatigue away. We sleep together and make passionate sweet love together. Sleep more. Then make good love again. Three times is perfect. As we get dressed we have worked up an appetite. We head out for dinner somewhere and enjoy some good drinks. We love the rainy wet season.

6.02.2014

Summer Beers You Can't Live Without!



Few people can say Japanese beer lacks in taste, but  nobody can deny the overwhelming popularity of Sapporo Classic.   When you walk into a store you'll probably see many beers with the Sapporo label, and many will have a different selling point.   Sapporo Brewing Co. makes a variety of fairly decent beers, but none more loved than the Classic.


Sapporo Classic is NOT sold on the main island of Japan, neither is it in other regions except Hokkaido.   During summer the beer is sold in limited quantity in Tokyo and Kanagawa Prefectures, this is the only exception.  The love I have for this particular brew is in its excellent balance in taste; perfectly level of happiness, crisp and clean.    Have a click here to see another great place and time to enjoy this beer.   That's right.  All seasons you can enjoy this curiously refreshing and easy to drink brew.

It's June, so the raining season is upon us for a few weeks, but after that it's BBQ season in Japan; time to whip out the grills and the hickory.  Time to break out the coolers, but for this brew you may need to order it online first and keep it cold.   I always order directly from Rakuten because I prefer the 500 ml.


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5.30.2014

Okinawa Plane



As per per my previous post, I wanted to continue on with my topic on Okinawa, formerly known as the Ryukyuan Kingdom.  The historical  chronology is well documented online and in academic peer reviews all over the world, so I won’t regurgitate the same things you could probably look up yourself.  This essay is my opinions on Okinawa Prefecture, and what I consider to be its good points and bad points.



For the million or so tourist that visit the islands of Okinawa annually, none, save the Bozu and the Kanushi (priest), recognize the dominion of power that exists there. The realm of the undead and the living dead  are those Japanese who have been desensitized to the yearnings of their ancestors, and those with very low emotional-quotients who cannot see beyond their own vanities.    They cannot see how grave the spiritual dilemma of the soul of the nation has become.   




I remember years back, a group of fact finders and Japanese priests flew over the Mariana Trench, the deepest part of the ocean, to pray over the remains of those lost during the war.   Millions of unclaimed souls lie strewn across the Marianna’s spiritual plane, a purgatory filled with millions and millions of souls.   Death lingers so heavily in this area, that it’s not advisable to go near there.   






In the Book of Luke 16:22~23, the King Jame’s Bible, mentions a type of purgatory called Abraham’s Bossom.    A place all souls deemed clean in God’s eyes before the dispensation and eventual death and resurrection of The Christ.    When the Christ died he descended down into to hell to snatch the keys of death from Satan while also freeing those remanded into Abraham’s Bossom.  This is the first mention of a type of purgatory in scripture.    



In other words, before Christ there was no salvation, so if you died clean in the sight of God you were bound to another spiritual plane.   Moses, Noah, and everybody else who died pre-New Testament could not ascend to heaven without the Blood of Christ to release them.    According to the Catholic scriptures, of which there are different points of view, no such place exist.   This has more to do with the original Apostles who couldn’t decide on whether to include mention of a purgatory and other aggrandizing that had this fact completely removed from present-day scripture.   


In the Bible, according the Book of Acts, The Apostle Paul was forbidden by God  to spread the gospel in Asia, including Bythnia and Mysia.   There was no reason given, so we must assume that either the Asians weren’t ready, or something else.   It is safe to assume that much scripture has been left out of the original text entrusted to Paul, lest his remains be exhumed  in order to re-examine the scriptures in tombed with him.     My point is that when referencing the spiritual dilemma  of Asia, one must question what evidence we have.   If any….?   Asians today still cannot dance in the spirit even after receiving salvation is strange to say the least, nor can they speak in tongues.  



There are purgatories  for lost souls who are limboed across median planes.   This can be attested by Buddhist priests and parishioners, and Okinawa is one such plane of death amidst it’s beautiful green vegetation, and emerald  green waters.    It is a resting area of millions of dead souls, many limboed and unclaimed.  They walk amongst the detritus and the soulful ignorant unattended and unbound.    They swarm like bees into the lives of those in the realm of the living and feed off of their suffering and pain.   They huddle in the darkness watching as a husband humps his wife and as the Catholic  priest rapes another child.    

(" the tomb in the picture is called a turtleback tomb where generations of ancestors are interred.   It's called a kamekobaka in Japanese and the outside is likened unto a turtle back.  It has its roots in China!   The photo aberration off the the left is a guardian angel in rainbow reflection.  You are never to approach such tombs in Okinawa, as negative angry spirits swarm around human presence.")



Okinawa is not Honshu.   Okinawa is Okinawa.   Okinawan’s  are Okinawan’s by circumstance.   They are  Ryukuan descendents  from China  and other parts of Asia including Thailand.   Their souls are not Japanese, but their minds are Japanese through “forced adaptation and institutionalization”   under Meiji Emperor through forced annexation centuries ago.   They do not exemplify the charms and graces of mainland Japanese, and there is no “wabi-sabi” or refinement through aesthetic beauty.   These concepts are purely reserved for mainland Japanese.    Their is no “Tenno Heika Bonzai” ode to the Emperor of Japan.   There is no Hako-ichiu, Japan’s preemptive right to spread it’s influence all over the world - soft power.     There is no “Aikoku-Shugi” love of the motherland, but love of Okinawa only and love of America the former Occupational Authority, even in spite of all the protest you see on T.V., Okinawa would not be Okinawa without the presents of the American military.   


In short, you should visit Okinawa and enjoy the prefecture as it is.   Enjoy what you perceive to be as beautiful and serene.   And enjoy its natural bounty and plethora of activities.    Enjoy its concrete architecture.  Visit Nakagusuku Castle and enjoy it's solemn beauty.   Not only is it a UNESCO World Heritage, but it is also bounded on a spiritual plane.    


I may return to Okinawa this summer for snorkeling and to swim with dolphins, not sure yet.   The one good thing I did enjoy though, was my company and delicious  tacos and taco rice and excellent goya cuisine.



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