If it wasn’t for Aikido, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.
I finally did my taxes. Let’s just say I owe more than I have, and that’s not much. I’m a bit monkish, got a little Yamabushi in me, so I’m not really too bothered by the poverty—it’s the fact of how much of that money goes to funding the military behemoth that continues to commit global atrocities in the name of “freedom.”
But, hey, at least I’m going to the dojo tonight for some freestyle Koshi Nage practice—I already know I’ll feel much better after class. Maybe a little sore and banged up—but definitely “more in sync with the cosmos.”
Speaking of the cosmos, I have to admit, there’s somewhat of a selfish motive to my recent literary foray into the more esoteric practices of O Sensei and the propagation of Aikido as a spiritual path.
You see, I yearn to learn exactly how this art was brought forth into existence. Born a world away, a century ago, to serve as the perfect therapeutic exercise for soothing the psychosomatic stress of a pronoid pauper prose poet such as myself.
At the risk of sounding crazy (but not actually caring)—I believe it was through O Sensei’s genuine dialogue with the gods that this practice was created.
If you want to say “the universe” instead of “the gods”—or whatever else satisfies the vernacular restrictions of the modern paradigm, feel free. I like referring to divine mystery as “the gods” because I'm Magna-Grecian by descent. My ancestors believed in the gods. And, besides, I like the way it sounds.
Through his practice of Chinkon Kishin, Kotodama, and Misogi, O Sensei gained contact with, and was instructed by, entities he colloquially and culturally called “Kami” to develop a spiritual practice employing martial techniques to express universal principles and the interplay of cosmic forces through dynamic movement…
Also, to make the world a better place…
And that’s the most important part—innit?
I’m obviously not British, but I love the way they say “innit.” More quaint than “aint it”.
Anyway—that’s the most important part—innit, to make the world a better place?
I get so bogged down by metaphysics, I almost forget the ethics. Aikido is supposed to make the world a better place. But how? By getting more people to practice? Maybe if we got the whole oligarchy to start training, they would somehow learn to be more empathetic, and the subsequent societal benefits would trickle down to us peasants. Sorry, I shouldn’t call you a peasant too. I should only speak for myself.
As a social media personality test diagnosed empath—I can feel this thick, morbid anxiety everywhere I go. The transpersonal tension these days is positively palpable. It’s always been intense, for sure—it’s New York, after all—that’s why people come here—for the buzz—but it’s just insane now. People are so on edge, well, at least when they look up from their phones…
Lettuce costs $4. Partisan politics is a nonstop, stress-inducing, dualistic dialectic perpetuated by the corporate media. Somehow, it seems like we, as a species, are still hyper-susceptible to being hypnotized into committing atrocious actions for profit.
And it’s April; it’s been nothing but cold, grey, concrete rain—ain’t no cherry blossoms yet…
But, somehow, knowing that I’m going to the dojo makes it all tolerable.
Tests are coming up, so tonight we’re going to be doing some freestyle Koshi Nage.
Maybe it’s because I practiced Judo when I was younger, or because I’m still kinda into “professional wrestling” (don’t tell anyone), or because I trained at a Kanai Sensei Style dojo for 4 years—Koshi Nage is my favorite technique. I’m not saying I would ever try to use it as a “self-defense tactic on the street,” but you never know.
As soon as I typed “Koshi Nage is my favorite technique”—all the other techniques jumped up in protest. I almost felt obliged to say, no, actually Irimi Nage is my favorite, or maybe Sumi Otoshi—stickin’ to the basics…
Of course, ultimately, I know it’s not about technique.
But, I’m obviously not there yet.
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