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Tsukioka Onsen: Permeation of the Soul

I have penetrated something deep at the psychic core of something.    When a human being dies we do not have the facts about where it goes, but we do have a notion of a grand scheme of things.   We contend that the soul either ascends or descend based off of a merit system on earth; good vs. evil, and so forth and so on.   If we do good deeds god will take us to heaven to be with him, if we don't we descend into the underworld where Virgil resides.    Some believe souls are stagnant and roam the earth forever; earth bound for eternity and never able to elevate to another resonance.      We cannot prove this with our own instruments of science.   We just have to accept what's in our gut and follow the right path.

In my travels through-out this country I have always felt another presence.   I have always felt there were stagnant souls roaming around hither and thither, unbounded yet bounded.   Countless untold numbers of souls, here in Japan.   I have visited and have walked amongst the dead remains of fragments of a broken piece of time, lost in this earthen sea of eternity.     The sea of dead remains of tattered souls washed ashore from a tragic  moment in time when they were sentient beings right here in the now.     I have conversed in my own heart with many, but have never uttered their names in the now.  

The Buddhist monk oversees and tends to the souls of those who remain unclaimed.   Lost souls.  The  monk has always tended to matters of the dead, even the unborn and unclaimed children from  nights passionate grip.   I was approached in a dream by a Buddhist monk who placed my soul, me, inside a silk purple sachet  filled with screams, and then quickly placed in a secret place, hidden from plain view.   I was urned.

Since leaving the Kahou Hotel my dreams have been vivid and unforgettable.   The Kahou is a place with a strong energy of old souls; unbounded single median souls unlike any place I have ever set foot.    I have penetrated something deep at the psychic core of something.    My presence was felt through out the realm of souls, millions of souls,  when my physical body walked through the doors of this grand hotel.    I was unplanted and uprooted from my own spiritual coil and placed under an orb of power I haven't felt in a long time.   It must've been  a  strong principality.   I was treading on sacred ground and shattered the psyche of the folks there.

But rather than explain the hereafter  I want to continue .....

The hotel is called Shiratamano Yu Hotel, and it's legendary.  It is one of the oldest and most well known luxury hotels in Niigata.   In my previous post I did a write up on the Sake no Jin sake fair.  After the sake fair had ended  I headed to Tsukioka Onsen, about forty minutes from Niigata Station, and then another forty minutes by bus to the hotel.   Eye candy always sits across from me.  Girls in Niigata wear the shortest mini-skirts and have well toned winter thighs from physical activity I presume.  I always consider myself lucky when I am sitting across from them simply because it's unexpected.

The soul can be permeated by light energy, sometimes by smells, other times by human tears.   Vibrations and resonances can also be picked up by souls.    Love making triggers swarms of souls who watch from a fixed position.   My whole body was an eardrum.

When I was sat down in the hotel lobby I was immediately seated and handed a hot cup of aromatic brown tea by a very beautiful kimono clad matron with a smile that instantly permeated through the hollowness of my own soul.   From behind her came the "okami"  the head lady of the house.   I was warmly greeted and gently ushered up to my room on the 8th floor where I could take in the gorgeous snow vistas of the Tsukioka Valley.

I got in at around 5pm, I underestimated how far inland this hotel was.   Off to the left you can see snow covered rice fields.  I can only imagine how this place would look in late spring.   This photo was taken in mid March 2012!   Downtown Niigata has no snow, but it still snowed way up here in the countryside.

After being shown to my spacious  room I got quickly changed.

Headed to the spa.....

The indoor bath was fully stocked with great shampoos and conditioners.   And very clean.

Outdoor cypress bath was great.   The blue bag has my sake in it.   The stuff I bought from the sake fair.
The rich sulfur smell is what's easily noticed when you step into a real hot spa.   Like an egg smell, but far worse.   Very nice indeed though, especially on a cold evening like it was that night.   Heeeaaaveeennn.  
Always like to include the local stuff for the evening, and an elegant sake cup to go with it on a nice brisk late evening, just before dinner.    I did finish the whole bottle myself before dinner.   I was nice and saucy.

The stone bath....

Upright relax baths

The niceness about this is its shallow depth.   This allows you to sit longer without overheating your body.

I had to capture the snowscape view from the onsen.   Oohhh...

The ice boat arriveth.   I had my own private dining suite.  

I radish dish with vegetables... The whole spread was gorgeous actually and so I quickly forgot about the camera.

That morning the snow fell heavily, so I went out to the garden area to snap up the waterfall.

This was a wonderful experience and unforgettable.    Old souls never die, they just linger on.  If the young had souls....  

End notes:

Five star hotel; five star service; five star meals; five star rooms.   All fives.  Always call to make reservations for the bus service.


  1. I had gone to one Onsen, It was brillant and interesting experience.


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