I went to Japan in search of the last Reiki Master, a 90+ year old man named Dr. Mori. I had been guided to him by the hand of God, I was sure. I told him my life story and that somehow I knew the ending to a book I had been writing would be found in our conversation that day.
Dr. Mori stood, walked over to the window and looking out he began, “When you told me you were a North American and your father was a Marine, I could not help myself, I hated you immediately and I feel as though I have to tell you why that is. Before the war there were over 1 million certified Reiki Masters here in Japan. The first president of our association here was Mikao Usui who many consider to be the founder of Reiki. What many do not know was the second president of our organization was Juzaburo Ushida, who was also at the time a Rear Admiral in the Japanese Navy as was the next president Kanichi Taketomi. Reiki was considered to be of the highest order of service one could pick. If someone in Japan was suffering from serious illness they would more often than not search out a Reiki clinic to receive treatment. Cancer and many other diseases were treated with amazing success by this process. If one Reiki Master could not relieve the suffering, others would be called until enough pure, clear energy was generated to cure the person of the sickness. The success rate was amazing.” Dr. Mori returned to his seat. “There were almost no drugs used here in Japan, no pharmacies pumping out pills, hardly any surgeons cutting people open just to explore what might be temporarily repaired. The ways of Reiki were non-invasive and so good for those who received the treatments.”
He paused and I knew whatever was coming next would be something I would carry with me the rest of my life. “Then your country and its allies dropped the nuclear bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In one moment we lost 250,000 of our fellow citizens and another 250,000 were left alive to suffer endless pain and misery from the radiation. I think some in our country have been able to forgive this unbelievable act of barbarism, but I have never been able to forgive what happened next. After the bombs were dropped, the occupying force that moved in was given strict orders to not allow any of the Reiki Master doctors to help those who were suffering. If caught doing so, they faced possible imprisonment or even death.” I had a sick feeling deep in my stomach and felt like I might need to find a bathroom. “Are you saying that our soldiers would not allow you to treat the wounded?” Dr. Mori looked at me and with almost serene calmness said, “Can you imagine what would happen if this were to happen today and the world found out, killing so many and then removing almost 1 million doctors who could help? There were so many rules about allowing the wounded to be treated during times of war, it was impossible for the people left alive to believe what they saw. Bad as this was, it did not stop there because guess what was brought in and used in place of our Reiki Masters? Drugs, lots and lots of drugs.” I could only shake my head and keep my eyes on the ground. Dr. Mori spoke with a new sense of clarity. “So you see I look around today and I see pharmacies on every corner, I see lots and lots of big hospitals treating people like cattle, prodding, poking and cutting into them every chance they get and I know that we Reiki Masters can do good works, yet I have to hide in my own country, I have to call my practice Ciro-plus because if I were to put a sign downstairs saying I practice Reiki here, I would risk being run out of this city. Many Japanese believe Reiki to be some kind of religious fanatical organization. The witch hunt worked because it turned us all into some kind of evil witch doctors in the minds of our own people.”
Dr. Mori got up and poured some more tea for us all and then he sat down again.
I told Dr. Mori that there were hundreds of thousands of Reiki Masters around the world.
He continued, “Yes but the Reiki the rest of the world got and the Reiki we had here are two very different styles. The original Reiki was highly effective in treating many serious illnesses and the Reiki taken to the west by Mrs. Yamaguchi was oriented more to the western thinking along the lines of yoga, to be used for balancing one’s life and thus bringing about a healthier lifestyle. Very few western-style practitioners in the world would ever attempt to cure something as serious as cancer, yet we old masters were working on this everyday.” I had to ask, “So what do you see as the main difference between the two styles?” He looked at me and said “You will see we place a lot more focus on the health and clarity of the energy of the practitioners. It is important that when you work on healing someone you come with the pureness of yourself. A good master would never use drugs or alcohol at any time, would pay extreme attention to his eating habits and his spiritual position in regards to always emanating love in his life in general and especially when working on a patient. This clearness of body, soul and mind reflect the clearness of energy that is generated between the healer and the one receiving the healing.” I thought about how many of the western Reiki practitioners throughout the world were overweight and seemed to be struggling with their own health. I knew I had worked on others when I was not clear in my own energy. I thought about how much my own energy had changed since becoming a Buddhist and stopping all consumption of alcohol and other unhealthy living practices. I wanted so much to hear more, yet something in me told me I had to go then. I took Dr. Mori’s hand and thanked him so much for what he had shared with me. I assured him I was going to tell this story to the world and that I hoped someday to return with a large group of Reiki Masters to learn more about his way of healing.
That night I did some deep energy Earth Healing, sending out vibrational apologies for what I had learned on that day. I prayed for forgiveness for all those who were forced to carry out this act of insanity. Everything I had been through since landing there seemed to now make so much sense, yet no sense at all. Curled up in my tent I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
“Grandfather let’s go. I see the boat is at the shore, we must hurry.” I was only big enough to barely see out the window, but when the boat came in I always seemed to know it was there without looking. I was still sad for my mother’s leaving, but I held a little bit of happiness that maybe she would find out where my father was and soon we would all be together again. Grandfather had not been himself since mother left early this morning. He seemed to be a little lost so I took his hand and pulled him out the door and down the walk. “Just a minute! I must get the things we will trade for what we need in Hiroshima.” He let go of my hand and ran back into the house. “Hurry!” I hollered after him as he went. Soon we were climbing in the boat and headed for the other side of the bay. From where we would land, it would only be a few hours walk into the heart of Hiroshima. I had to pull Grandfather along because I knew we would need to hurry to be able to catch the last boat back to the island that night. As we entered the outskirts of Hiroshima, it seemed as though everyone was rushing and we quickly got caught up in the flow of the crowd headed inward and on the other side of the street there was an even bigger flow heading out of town. We stopped in front of a small shop where we often traded for vegetables. I was only five, but I had a knack for making good deals and quickly filled our small bag with some potatoes and carrots. Grandfather was talking to the owner of the shop. I looked to him, reached for his hand and then he was gone. I flew through the air as if I was being blown into the air by the wind and then it was dark. When I finally came back all I could do was moan. I felt nothing yet I felt everything; my body seemed to be ripped apart. No, it was as if it had melted and there was nothing but pain, yet it was so intense, it was as if I could not imagine feeling it. Everything turned to black over and over. I opened my eyes and met his stare. He was crying as he looked at me. I thought for a moment it was Grandfather and then I knew it was not. “What have we done?” was the last thing I heard and then nothing but happy, happy light coming to carry me home.
As I floated upward I thought I saw Grandfather heading in the other direction so I followed him. I watched as he entered our temple on the island and as I looked in he was taking a seat in the back of the room. Everybody had gathered to pray. It was as if the whole village was there. I listened to the leader chant and the group as they answered him. I tried to sit down next to Grandfather but I could not. It was as if something was pulling me away from it all and I could do nothing. Grandfather looked at me as I drifted upward and he smiled and waved to me.
Soon I was in another room. It was white and I saw a woman laying on a bed holding onto her stomach and next to her was the man I had seen just before separation. He still carried that look of sadness in his eyes when he had held me as I died in Hiroshima, yet here back in his homeland of America with his already large family, he was now somehow better and seemed to be at peace. I knew he was a good man and I knew he would take good care of me and I did not hesitate when the time came. I slid in just under his hands and entered the child within the woman’s belly. I curled up, gave a kick to let them know I was there.
I woke from the dream in a state of fear and still had the feeling I was on fire. I looked out the flap of the tent and could see the outline of Hiroshima in the distance. I felt afraid, yet somehow all the torment I had carried for most of this lifetime seemed no longer present and I knew why I had been running most of my life. I had been running because I wanted so bad to get back home here to Japan, to see if my mother was OK, if my father had ever come home, if my grandfather could now rest in peace. I now knew why I had carried such a deep hatred for the country I was born in, America, and why I had chosen to leave and live elsewhere so many times.
I had found answers to many of my questions and had begun to understand what it was I must now do. The old Reiki Masters of Japan were counting on me and somehow God gave me the opportunity and put me on the path to set things right. I may have only been five years old when I died in my last life in Hiroshima the day the bomb dropped, but I was a very old soul and I knew telling this story as a Japanese man would not be the same as telling it as an American, the son of a Marine who landed soon after the bomb dropped in Hiroshima and found a young boy dying, picked him up and let him go. I loved his compassion then and I love it today and I knew he would help me find a way to get back home, to meet the old Reiki Master, to hear his story and to tell it to you now.
We have lived in the dark ages long enough, it is time we pull our heads out of the sand and wash the light back into our eyes. We must not get angry, we must not feed this hate with more hate, this stupidity with more stupidity. We must move forward and right the wrongs we have done throughout the world over and over again. The ancient ways of healing must be returned to this earth, the chemical and pharmaceutical companies must be made to pay for the damage they have done to us all and they must then close up shop and go away forever. The truth must be told and in it, we will all find deep and lasting healing. There will be many stories come to light of the insanity of all the wars, there will be many stories of the evil done in this world, there will be many stories of people wronged and killed when they should have been left alone. We must tell these stories to our children so they will understand how brave they must be when they know something's not right. We must show them how we will shout from the mountain top when we see injustice in the world. We must show them that love, compassion and kindness is the only path to happiness and to inner peace.
My dad left America with 3,000 men, when he hit his last stop with 300 of them, to review of the damage done by the bomb drop in Hiroshima. He found a Japanese flag and he signed my mother's and his name in the center, then he went on to get the rest of his men to sign their names and the cities they were from around the circle. From the picture above, hanging today in my younger brothers home and soon to be hanging in the WWII museum in New Orleans.
We are here at the finish line because God has placed us here. There is a lot of work to do and it is not going to be easy. Those reptilian rat bastards spent 5,125 years screwing this up. It’s going to take us at least a couple of years to fix it. There are going to be so many stories like the one I told above coming out and it is really important that we hold the love vibration that is going to fix it all.
That's the first barrel now here's the second. A little tip on how to hold that vibration. I did this video to start a class I was teaching on finding yourself in Love when 2012 came in. I recorded it on Valentine's day 2011. I hope you can feel the love I have for all of you, in both my messages.
Happy Valentine's Day Everybody.
Shaman, who went to the Garden, to become a Cowboy
P.S. Thanks Bobbie for the help on editing this one. You make me look good :)
valentinevideo.mp4