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Join Date: Feb 2005
Re: Book Review: Prophet Motive: Deguchi Onisaburō, Oomoto, and the Rise of New Relig
George S. Ledyard
As much as I am a big proponent of principle based training and better systematic methodology, a lot of the stuff I am working on just can't be explained in any meaningful way without the actual experience, the chance to feel it. It's such a slow process and I am running out of time. I'm 57 this year and I just keep finding more to work on. I've started thinking my only hope is to be reborn in my next lifetime and then get "re-birthed" so I can remember what I knew in this life while having the younger body and the extra years to train. Doesn't sound very realistic does it?
I have thought about this very thing a lot, George. Many times. Even as much as I think I've been trying to reduce what's really going on, it still has to be shown/felt and it still takes some time to change over to sourcing power this way.
One of the problems is, as you're noting, getting clear information. What's wrapped up in Chinkon Kishin is explained piecemeal in so many different ways by each person configuring his own perceptions and terminology (within the limits of his own abilities, and no two people are the same). Kuroda's "gravity", my "groundpath and downpath from earth and gravity", Shioda's "balance", Ueshiba cryptic comments in the douka, and so on, all make it almost absurdly difficult for someone to get a firm purchase without feeling and processing what's functionally happening.
But in respect to the above-titled book, the idea that useful information is to be found in words from an author who has no real experience in, say, Chinkon Kishin seems empty. My realization early on was to avoid words and look for comparative results.
You Are Old, Father William
by Lewis Carroll
'You are old, Father William', the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'
'In my youth', Father William replied to his son,
'I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'
'You are old', said the youth, 'as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door --
Pray, what is the reason of that?'
'In my youth', said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
'I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box -
Allow me to sell you a couple?'
'You are old', said the youth, 'and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak -
Pray, how did you manage to do it?'
'In my youth', said his father, 'I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.'
'You are old', said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -
What made you so awfully clever?'
'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,'
Said his father, 'don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!'