Mica who is my long term friend wrote to us that her twin sister Idel made such so fantastic dress! I too know how Idel’s sense of fashion art is great, so Mica’s art & photography sense too. This news made me happy as if it brings spring. Here her email goes;
“hey fam and friends i can’t help being so mad clucky proud of my quietly brilliant little sissy Idel whipping up this complicated eloquent open tulle skirt for her friend chuck’s dance performance in one crazy week !!! yes she is haitian but she sure can be quick when it counts”
２月２８日、おおよそ10:40 am 頃かな？ニューバーグの図書館の窓から澄み渡る青空に、３〜４本のコントレイルの白い線がすっと走っては消える様など眺めていた。飛行機のラッシュアワーかな、などと面白がっていると、まん丸で銀色のかなり大きいものが浮かんでいる、微妙に回転しているのかパラッと陰ったり、同じ場所に消えたり現れたりを繰り返し、程なく消滅した。
The nostalgic name “flying saucer” was been replaced by “UFO / unidentified flying object”, and more recently the name is changing to “UAP”. And if I explain all my experiences so far, I kept thinking that the feeling of UFO is something different, not so, it is out of alignment, and it is an experience in the 3D world; an aerial (paranormal) phenomenon, almost perfectly fits me.
In the olden days, I witnessed a UAP at my parents’ house in Narihira, Sumida-ku, Tokyo (inside the house, It was flying near the ceiling!), also along the Chuo Line, the riverbed of the Tama River, mainly wherever in Tokyo, India and the United States. It was more common during the daytime, and at night, satellites are moving in a fixed orbit, so you can tell immediately, of course it is not “UAP” because it can be confirmed.
February 28th, around 10:40 am(?) from the window of the library in Newburgh, I watched the white lines of three or four contrails running and disappearing in the clear blue sky. When I was amused about the rush hour of an airplane, a round and silvery big thing was floating, it was slightly rotating, it disappeared and appeared in the same place repeatedly, and before I knew it, it disappeared.
Last year, because of my broken bones and the treatment of side effects in Orin, it’s been a long time to get a massage, so we were happy to be able to go to Shoko’s massage therapy studio the other day. This time, Orin had lymphatic massage from her.
She spent many years studying body structure and how to encourage the natural healing power of all of us. Well, if our body is like architecture, it means knowing the basics of the house.
She clearly taught us how the interactions of bones, muscles, tendons, blood, lymph and various body tissues support the body. Thank you, Shoko-chan. website; Shoko Akiyama NYS Licensed Massage Therapist
When I was 7~8 years old, as usual, my brother and I were sitting in our parents’ bicycle storefront, looking at cars, or motorcycles runs on the street, or we enjoyed a guessing game how many cars would pass through in front of us. A moment, my eyes caught a kind of orange colored oval-shape balloon style object above the sky. Anyway, the object seemed to cover the whole sky at all! Immediately I thought that this was a huge sun. The object just like an inchworm, it was moving slowly as if being pushed from the back to the front, it started crossing the sky overhead!
I was so surprised, I pointed it at and prompted my brother to see it, “I wonder what is that?!“ He was surprised, too. Then we watched the orange object moving across from right to left in the sky! The object did not move in a straight line nor disappear, like the sun entering the horizon. Perhaps as it sank along the shape of the earth, it disappeared quietly and gradually! After that I talked several times with my brother about what we saw, such a strange phenomena, but he didn’t remember at all.
,,, I have had these sightings quite often in the past. I will write about it again. They can mimic the ordinary people around us or suddenly appear like insects. The idea came up that encounters like this may be visible when my heart is empty and quiet, as well as looking deep into myself.
Actually, it’s a phenomenon that can happen to any of us, and it’s something divine that can’t be named, sleeping deep inside each of us. A return to perfection and absolute. I can assure myself that there can be no “good / bad alien” as a personal experience so far.
“All supernatural phenomena including synchronicity are the embodiment of mental energy by the collective deep unconscious.” by Carl Gustav Jung
“There are no facts, only interpretation.” by Friedrich Nietzsche
Who is Tori-san? My mother, an irreplaceable person, a lifelong heart partner. For 83 years until her death in 2004, Tori-san could be walking on a flat road, but she had been carrying heavy baggage, called “Hidetaka” for some reason.
Tori-san’s belongings were threads, a foot-operated sewing machine, yarns, and knitting sticks. There were countless materials for ribbon flowers, Japanese paper for shredded pictures, many potted orchids, her favorite books, parakeets and even lizards. Sweaters & clothings she didn’t wear, accessories that she didn’t put on, and a kimono set that she didn’t wear often.
To keep her life undisturbed, Tori-san tried to protect her 3 children and tried to escape from the unworthy man, but Hidetaka, who sits scratching his crossed legs and looks at the horse racing newspaper, chases the women’s hips, smokes cigarettes, using all the money and threatens us with violence. He was Tori-san’s husband and my biological father.
Still, what I can accept about Hidetaka is that he was an anarchist and taught me what society is all about. I understand that because of his own unbearable trauma he could not learn what family love is, and his utmost instinct was to attract someone to spoil and never reject him, an eternal mother and goddess for him, Tori-san.
Tori-san stayed with such a companion for half a century, and she took care of Hidetaka. Ten years after taking care of everything, Tori-san, who had a strong and indomitable spirit and was good at business, was exhausted and died.
Even though it was a desired marriage, there would have been a wise choice of divorce, but “I was envious of everyone because I married into a wealthy family, I was in a good mood. It was my mistake, so I have to accept my thoughtless decision for the rest of my life. It’s my responsibility. ” This her funny excuse was all about codependency, some kind of love, attachment, typical domestic violence pattern, her regret for a wrong marriage, or their past life promises. Maybe all came together, I mean. They were like ZAMPANO & GELSOMINA (La Strada), but of course Tori-san wasn’t like Gelsomina’s personality, Tori-san was very a powerful and strong minded woman, anyway.
I still have dreams about Tori-san constantly. She jumped like a ninja on the roof of an old mansion and runs away, crying and hating, “no way that is my life! I want to die!” or, Tori-san and Hidetaka live together over the sea, and invited me to come and visit. This one isn’t a dream, it’s a reality: when I couldn’t move because of a herniated disc, they both appeared in front of me and encouraged me to get back my health.(Yes, ghost?)
I am grateful and accepting of my parents, but “I wonder what it is”. On the other hand, how much have I learned from them (like bad/good example)?
Each year on the third Monday of January we observe Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and reflect on the work that still needs to be done for racial equality. This January 17, make the holiday more than just a day off and take time to reflect and take action on civil rights issues across the globe. ＊from google research
There is a reason why Orin likes rubber trees. He had only two art classes in college, but both were under a teacher from the Bauhaus tradition. The most memorable drawing lesson was drawing a rubber plant, teacher said “learn to really see the rubber plant.” Ever since he has had a special place in his heart for the rubber plant.
From New York to Arizona and back to the upstate of New York, Tommy was just a small rubber plant, because Bisbee/Arizona period was struck by the intense sunshine, and Tommy’s roots were burnt more than once! Orin recovered one leaf,,, However, in two years in Newburgh, instead of literally breathing back, he is now overtaking Orin.
It grew so good that we somehow named it “Tommy” to respect it. I’m wondering if we should give it more mature name, but now we’re thinking of taking action before Tommy reaches the ceiling.
In other words, there is no such thing as “pure existence” such as anxiety or fear, but he says, “Because that person becomes anxious, real anxiety comes. Because he feels fear, real fear comes.”
Whether society collapses, half of the people are unemployed, or “I die”, they are just facts, and if you don’t add the feelings of anxious or afraid, you’re neither anxious nor scared. Like that.
