Warning from beyond-spirits in modern Japan part 25

My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.

EPISODE 25

I landed in Japan and then on to KAMAKURA, my home and the birthplace of the Samurai government.  The name Samurai stands for Shizoku, the society of ancient warriors who rebelled against the emperor who resided in another ancient capital KYOTO.  The Samurai reign continued for centuries until 1867 when the last grand lord of Samurai, or Shogun chose to avoid civil wars and returned the sovereignty to the emperor.  It was good in that it modernized Japan, but it also lead to the birth of the Imperial army that did things that samurai would never have done like taking women along to the battlefields.   Samurai warriors believed that the presence of women would soil the purity of the life and death battle, bringing death to those who violated this code.  Probably this superstition was started by a warrior who wanted to protect women.

My father had died of stroke…instantly.  The soft expression on his face indicated no suffering in his last moments which was a sole consolation to me who was full of regrets.  His last dream was to stay in Paris without worrying about time.  This was one of the reasons I opted to live in Paris.  I know I can’t blame everything on Mr. PRIDE, but if he had spent a tiny portion of his vast wealth on insulation and proper installation of the ventilator, my father could have moved in with me while he was alive…I don’t know how I managed to hold myself together as his coffin slid toward the burner.

I asked my mother to accompany me on a trip to Akashi Castle Ruins where my ancestors served the Lord.  I wished to thank the spirit of my ancestors who saved my life by waking me up that night so I could escape the electrified apartment.  The samurai’s long sharp sword was not only for attacking the opponents but also for cutting into dark force.  Another superstition maybe, but something did push my back so I would sit up that night of the near-fatal accident (?) pushing back the dark force.  Something kept me calm that I did not panic even though death was near.

As I stood before the ancient castle ruins, I felt nostalgia despite it being my first-time visit.  Although we no longer live there, our family is registered at this address to stay connected to our roots.  Before the family register system was digitalized, the seal of Shizoku (the authentic name for Samurai) was stamped on each copy of our family register.  My late grandfather was much pleased when he saw the proof of Samurai before marriage was arranged between his daughter (my mom) and my father who had just passed away.

The ancient castle ruins are surrounded by waterways where many carp live.  I threw in some cookie crumbs which immediately attracted many fishes.  It was peaceful sight until…it appeared.  A huge carp swam vigorously towards me with its mouth wide open.  The inside of its mouth was eerie black and instinct told me not to feed this monstrous carp or my spirit would be sucked into the abyss of that mouth.  My mother also noticed it and shuddered at the sight.  It was only a fish!  But something was ominous about it…as if it was greed, manifested.  Other fishes would close and open their mouths, but not this one.  Its mouth was kept open and would approach closer and closer to us.  There was a shadow around that particular carp and we could not take it anymore. 

You might relate Japanese with Buddhism, but there were Catholics among the samurai lords too.  Catholicism does not place importance on money and it suited Samurai who lived and died for honor instead of money.  They knew the importance of money which was needed for wars, thus finance was entrusted to merchants.  Samurai knew not to be caught up by greed because it would make them cling to life, making them less courageous on battlefields.  Also, they may have sensed that greed would take over our soul and change us into something sinister…like that avaricious carp trapped in that waterways. 

As I packed for my return trip to Paris, I opted to upload the emblem of our family onto my laptop so I could seek courage by sighting it every day.  Every family in Japan inherits emblems, but the ones with simple designs are reserved for Samurai descendants.  Warriors needed banners to display their emblems so the allies would not attack them.  In case they lost their banners, new ones needed to be made quickly.  Simple designs that did not take time to draw were a must for Samurai warriors.  Here is my family’s emblem called KUYOBOSHI symbolizing the sun in the center surrounded by 8 stars, though they look more like dumplings to me.  (I’m sorry, my ancestors!)

samurai emblem of 8 stars around the sun
I needed more protection by my ancestors because when I returned to Paris, my lock had been broken.  The burglars must have been disappointed by my cardboard furniture, but the tenant of Mme. HARMONY was robbed of many, including his computers.  He had kept them in the storage where the only other person who had access to that part of the basement was the staff of the restaurant from Hell.