The strange story of how I became a painter without even going to art school.

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Kota.

Oneness Artists

painter

 

 

Personality:

Mild-mannered. Easy to get along with anyone. Listens well. Curious

 

Likes:

Nature. Living things. Travel. Books. Sauna. Public baths. Photography. Music. Cooking. Eating. Exercise.

 

What I'm not good at:

Common sense. Fixed concepts.

 

The story of how I became a painter without even going to art univercity.

In this life, let's contribute to the world through art.

 

Thank you very much for taking the time to view our work!

I have compiled a history of how I came to work as a painter through what he went through.

 

How did you come to work as a painter?

This is a fairly long text summarizing my path to becoming a painter. I hope you will read it when you have time.

As you read through the book, you may wonder, "What does that have to do with becoming a painter?" but I hope you will enjoy reading it as if you were reading the story of a person's life. I hope you will gain something from it.

Personally, I believe that events that at first glance seem to have nothing to do with being a painter are the elements that make me a painter. It is something that only I have experienced, and it is something that bleeds into my work. I even feel that every event from my birth to the present is a milestone.

 

I am grateful to be alive now.

I am thankful that I have food to eat and a house that can shelter me from the wind and rain.

And I am grateful to be able to paint.

 

I would like to thank everyone who has always supported us.

Thank you so very, very much for everything.

Let's begin!

Shy Childhood

Age 5. Drawing of Tire Park.

July 7, 1990 / Ota-ku, Tokyo.

I was born and raised as the third son of four brothers and sisters in a factory town through which the Tama River flows.

While I was an active child who loved sports and catching insects, I was also a very shy and withdrawn child. I often remained silent because I thought I would be offended if I expressed my opinion. The adults around me had an image of me as a quiet and reserved child.

I starts following an older group of my two older brothers, but watches them play from afar, alone.

I have such strong memories.

 

My two older brothers had perfect grades, all 5's, and were the president of the student council. Naturally, I, their younger brother, had high expectations from those around me, but I was not able to become like them. I was not very good at schoolwork. I had a strong sense of inferiority because of this. However, I was often praised for my drawing, so I naturally came to like it. I thought this was the one thing I excelled at more than my brother or anyone else.

 

Such is their character and environment,I can express my thoughts and feelings freely and silently by myself,I loved the painting because it was special and allowed me to quietly face myself.

 

Art and Conflict

Self-portrait drawing

Time has moved on quickly, and it was around the time I entered high school. I entered Tsubasa Sogo High School.

"I want to be better!"

"I am better than anyone else!"

I challenged myself to study art intensively, which I had always believed and doubted.

(This is where I learned my basic skills as a painter.)

 

But, however, the idea that "I am better at painting than anyone else!",

I learned the reality that it was only in my world.

In reality, it was, "Wow, there are people my age who are this good...?".

 

The level of drawing ability of the students, who came from an area larger than elementary and junior high school, was much higher than my own.I was so disappointed in my own abilities that I broke down many times.

 

In a desperate attempt to catch up, he repeatedly practiced at school after school and at home late at night.

I often dozed off during other classes.

I was lucky enough to have a group of teachers who were really kind and enthusiastic about teaching.

It was worthwhile, and both myself and others began to recognize the progress we were making.

 

Charcoal drawing. In drawing class.

 

Just then, the time had already come when we had to decide what to do about our career path.

My homeroom teacher asked me, "What do you want to do in the future?" was a question that made my chest tighten up.

The enormous uncertainty of the future, the pressure of the surroundings, the impression of the media.

 

In fact, I wouldn't be able to live off painting."

 

I was controlled by an invisible "power of fear".I decided for myself that I couldn't do it.

 

Furthermore, my family was on the verge of disintegration at the time, and after much distress and conflict, I decided to set back on my path to a life of painting.

 

"... Let's not paint."

 

I decided not to follow the path of going to art school, etc., but to follow the rails of society and go on to a regular university.

 

The world was big.

The city where you will study abroad

I went on to Tsurumi University in Kanagawa Prefecture, which was located near my house. I majored in English and American literature, and in my junior year, I was fortunate enough to stay at an Australian university as an exchange student for an extended period of time. It was a small, small country town on top of a mountain that even the locals didn't know about. There was nothing but nature, kangaroos jumping around in the schoolyard after school, and koalas in the trees in my host family's yard. It was such a different world.

 

Only 9 months stay.

butThe experience at this time was enough to make a big impact on my lifeIt was.

 

A vast expanse of dry red land that stretches forever.

The sky is clear and high, and the wind is blowing.

Plants and animals with strange ecology.

 

Why? are a series of "Why?

I also found that people from other countries seemed to be wondering "Why? I was also surprised that people from other countries seemed to be wondering "Why?

 

My norm was not the norm.

 

The world's vastness and freedom.

 

You can only know it by heart when you experience it on the spot.

 

It is good to have different ideas.

 

But don't force that on people.

 

With classmates

 

My host family, who is Australian, had a rule that when washing dishes, they were not to rinse them with water properly, but to leave them with plenty of bubbles on them. The reason for this was that it made the dishes shinier.

 

My Vietnamese classmates said, "You can eat this! We'll eat it today!" and the whole family was happily plucking a lot of weeds in a swamp-like area by the side of the road.

 

My Muslim classmates would pray and prostrate themselves with their foreheads on the ground at a certain time every day. At certain times of the year, they would not eat or drink any food or water while the sun was up. (The culture is called "Ramadan"). It was also customary for men to hold each other's hands as a sign of friendship. There were Muslim male students in their thirties who held hands with other students when they left school. I got to know them well, and one day I joined in the hand-holding, but to be honest, I was a bit embarrassed, so I covered my face with the hood of my hoodie.

 

My Libyan classmates had just started a civil war in their country. My funny Libyan uncle, who usually loves to make people laugh, had a very serious look on his face one day. It was obvious that from that day on he could no longer afford to make people laugh.

 

Every day is a series of things that I had never known before.

 

Throughout the days my brain sparked with amazement,Common sense" and "what is right" that I have believed so farThe one called,Slowly,But it was definitely starting to crumble.

 

Social Rail

lunch break

After returning to Japan, life in Japan began again.

After all, Japanese food is the best. Everything is available in Japanese, and shopping and transportation are very convenient," I said, savoring the good things about Japan.

 

However, the "discrepancy" that is clearly felt by those around you. Incongruity."

 

We must not stray from the rails of society."

We must live by common sense."

While there is a deep-seated, towering idea in the back of my mind that

 

Freedom is good."

The idea of "I'm not a good person" is flying high in the sky, flying free.

 

Meanwhile, my friends around me began to receive job offers, and I felt impatient.

 

I am free. Then I'll live abroad again."

This is the flip side of the strong and bright thought that

 

On the other hand.

'What can I do by going abroad? You go off the rails of society."

Fear and anxiety that

 

Although I thought my world had become much wider and I had changed, the core of "common sense" that I had accumulated since childhood had not collapsed.

 

again (and again)The "power of fear" took over powerfully.

 

I was to find a job in a general company, again in line with my surroundings.

 

Although I was relieved when I found a job, it was a tough job handling special communication equipment on which people's lives depended. Because of the heavy responsibility of the job, I was often more angry than praised. I was not paid overtime, but I literally worked from morning till night, living the life of a company animal, just like in the picture. The ringtone echoed even after midnight, and the voice on the other end of the phone yelled at me. My appetite gradually decreased and I could not sleep well. There was also strong power harassment from my boss at the time, and I had the feeling that my spirit was falling apart with a quiet, ragged sound.

 

Suddenly, my reflection through the glass in the crowded subway train looked like someone else.

Is it right to continue living as we are? What is life?"

 

But, I was afraid to leave the company.

I didn't want to go off the rails of society.

 

There were days when I was in so much pain that I could not pass any food.

Sometimes I could not sleep at all.

At such times, I would draw pictures under the covers.

 

Now that I think about it, I believe that I was spontaneously doing healing art, an action to heal myself by drawing pictures.

He was revealing his inner life in a non-verbal way.

Just by drawing a picture, I felt really relaxed.

 

I decided to stop painting,Painting is good for me after all."

How deeply I thought about it.

 

One of the paintings I was doing at night.

 

I faced difficulties again and again, and thought and thought and acted desperately. I thought "I want to quit" hundreds of times, but on the contraryBecause of the stressful environment.The Power of Thinking."that came withThere was a sensation. It was as if I had been doing muscle training, loading my muscles and gaining strength little by little.

As the year or two went by, I received more and more compliments and was able to make good grades. In my personal life, I was surrounded by irreplaceable people, and I began to think that this kind of life was also good.

 

However, somewhere in the back of my mind, the fire of "I will live abroad again" was smoldering, never extinguished.

The passionate energy of "I want to do it" is spreading. But I am afraid of quitting.

 

I don't want to lose this life now either.

I don't want to leave the people I love.

But I still want to go there.

 

I want to do it" and "I like it the way it is." The conflicting forces in my mind go round and round like a symbol of yin and yang.

 

I was so worried, so worried, so worried...,

 

most likely (e.g. 90 percent)If I don't move now, I'll be a stuck man for the rest of my life.I thought.

I strongly felt that I wanted to face myself once again.

 

 

Now. Let's go.

 

I left the company I worked so hard for three years.
I folded the suit gently.
Instead, he carried a large backpack.
I was still inwardly scared, though,

This decision isIt is a step to step out of the country,It is also a step away from the rails of society,It is also a step toward overcoming the power of fear,It was also a step toward becoming a painter.

 

During the trip, I was fascinated by the camera's ability to capture moments of beauty and took many pictures.

Now that I think about it, I think I was facing this world and myself by taking pictures, looking back, writing and thinking about what I felt. I had the sense that I was gradually returning to my true self.

 

Now, the travel section will begin.

Agriculture in Living Abroad

Central Vancouver

Life abroad has finally begun!

 

First, I went to Vancouver, Canada on a working holiday visa. It was much smaller than Tokyo, and there was a lot of nature spread out, so the air was delicious, the sea and mountains were close by, and I thought I might have come to a wonderful place! I thought.

 

In this traveling life, I had read the world famous novel "The Alchemist" over and over again, and I wanted to live like the hero of that story. (It's about a boy who travels. ) I highly recommend this book because it's full of life philosophy!

 

that isRead the omens and live according to your senses."It was a way of life.

And I was elated to use the heat energy that had been smoldering for so long to power the many challenges.

 

However, it was not smooth sailing here.
A new ordeal is coming.

Suddenly racism in the streets.I was to receive from the people.

I was not directly violated.

However, most of the people I meet around town are clearly avoiding me.

 

It was as if I was inside a transparent sphere with a radius of about 2 or 3 meters, and people were not allowed to enter the sphere, or if they did, they would quickly scurry inside. It is as if I am psychic. I almost always have a seat all to myself on buses, trains, and other public transportation.

 

I never thought it would be so hard to be on the receiving end of discrimination."

I never thought I would be the one..."

This may have been the reason for my intense homesickness.

 

I believe that people are creatures that seek nature in difficult times. I desperately tried to escape and moved to a nearby remote island in search of nature. I stayed in Bankvar for only one month.

stray deer

Fortunately, there was no discrimination on that remote island!

And in island life, I lived and worked on two farms for several months.

WWOOFThis is a community called It is a community that matches organic farms that offer free sleeping, eating, and farming experience with workers who are willing to help with the farming work for free in exchange. (There are many of them around the world, including in Japan, so if you are interested, please check them out! Check it out!)

 

Now, farming large tracts of land under the blazing sun was hard work in its own right.

Every day we worked up a sweat, and on some days we cleaned up large amounts of livestock droppings.

Vegetables that can finally be harvested after careful care.

It was so good that it gave me goosebumps.

 

Such delicious food growing out of the earth.I couldn't help but wonder.

 

morning dew

On days when I would get covered in dirt from working during the day, I would say, "Ei! and jumped into the sea. At night, we slept in broken down campers and tents under a night sky strewn with countless stars. It seemed like a more natural and human way of life. It was a strange feeling to think that as a child I would never have expected to live such a natural life when I grew up.

 

It was possible to stay in that pleasant environment for a long time.

But the day to move again came "noooo".

One night,I had a strange dream about going to Alaska.The first is the

 

It was a vast and beautiful natural landscape.

It was strangely real, and I could feel the cold wind of the trees caressing my cheeks.

Michio Hoshino, a well-known Alaskan photographer in the photography industry, was also present.

I felt sure it was some kind of omen.

 

I want to move now. I don't want to suppress this urge.

I promised myself that I would take special care of the omens.

So I immediately decided to go to Alaska.

 

But due to various causes and effects, I decided that if I was going to go to Alaska anyway, I would see more places before I went.

So once there, I decided to fly to the right end of the continental United States, and from there, I would spend several months traveling overland across the continent to Alaska, which is on the left end of the continent. I knew I had enough energy within me to accomplish this journey.

 

I excitedly told the old man, a farmer who was taking care of me, about my plans for that trip. But he said, "Oh, come on, it's crazy. No, no, no, no! It's impossible!" He denied everything with his eyes wide open. This shocked me so badly that I wondered whether I should give up the trip. But I decided to believe in myself first.

 

Until a few days before we left the farm, we were a little awkward and didn't really talk to each other. But one night at dinner.

In contrast to the chorus of insects outside the house, inside the very quiet house, my uncle said to me softly as if he was trying to squeeze me.

 

Here you have a place to return to, so come back anytime soon."

 

This was the first time I knew that his own kindness had been strongly directed toward me before.

 

(For memories of the day we left the farm, click here.)

interpoint (interword separation)While waiting for the ferry

Harsh mobile life

On the road. In Chicago.

 

We did not want to spend much money, so we traveled overland by overnight bus and hitchhiking. We stayed in the sofas of strangers' houses in each city.

Couchsurfingcommunity.

 

The people who went out of their way to accommodate stranger travelers for free were truly diverse.

Some were really kind, some expected something in return, and some were lonely. Some of them are still good friends with whom I still keep in touch from time to time.

 

To meet countless people and landscapes every day,It was unusual and very exciting.

I suddenly found myself happily thinking, "I'm traveling now.

 

But of course, it's not all fun and games.

I have stayed at the homes of people who I felt were a bit dangerous, and I have also lost a lot of money in scams.

 

Above all, "I don't have a home to go home to right away, and I don't even know if I have a place to stay tomorrow."I was mentally drained from the days of "I'll never be able to do it again.

 

On days when fatigue, lack of sleep, and trouble all combined, I felt irresistibly sad. I asked myself, "Did I come out of Japan to feel this way? I asked myself. My parents had allowed me to go to college, and I could have gotten a job at a company in Tokyo as a new graduate, but I quit. My parents were opposed to my trip, and various negative thoughts poured out of me, and I felt guilty.

On the night I was alone in a freezing rental car, I was already a grown man, but I was ashamed to admit that I was wailing like a child, woofing and whimpering.

A picture from my mobile life. I gave it to the person who stayed with me and he was overjoyed.

The extraordinary life on the road was turning into a daily routine. I finally arrived in Alaska just as people began to change from wearing T-shirts to jackets! (I flew from a town around Rocky Mountain to Fairbanks, Alaska. (I flew from a town around the Rocky Mountains to Fairbanks, Alaska, so technically it was half by land and half by air.)

 

Yes!

 

However, the temperature there was already very cold.

Connection to the Earth

aurora

I felt that Alaska, which was also the goal point of my mobile life, was a special place.

Again, I used Couchsurfing to stay in one place for a while.

 

But to my surprise, the owner of the house at that time rented the whole house for free. The house was like a traveler's house, as several travelers from other countries had accumulated there. And everyone could stay as long as they wanted for free. They also provide delicious food for free.

 

There are so many different people in this world.I thought.

 

andNo more rushing around like a man being chased."I have a place to stay."I found these to be tremendously stabilizing.

 

So I did what seemed like sightseeing with my fellow traveler house mates who hit it off.

We all went to Denali Park, hot springs, and to see the Northern Lights.

 

With travel companions. At Denali Park.

 

In the process of doing so, we had a series of fortunate encounters, and by chance or inevitability, we ended up staying with a family living in the forest in Alaska for several months. Incidentally, we also used WWOOF here.

 

thereThe super wild life became an irreplaceable and important lesson in life.

 

Physical labor outdoors at temperatures below minus 20 degrees Celsius.

An endlessly white world.

Huge wild animals.

 

Caribou Herd

My uncle, who was a hunter, whenever he saw a bird or a deer outside, he would say, "Dinner! and he would gladly kill them with his gun and let us feast on them as our dinner. He would also talk to the animals he cared for as livestock, saying, "Sorry, thank you," and then kill them, cook them, and eat them.

 

The strong urge from within that cannot be put into words that I feel every time I take a life. A corpse that is still warm.

They were alive a moment ago, fresh and tremblingly delicious.

The true meaning of the word "Itadakimasu" echoed in my heart.

 

To keep warm, they also went into the forest to cut down big old trees.

To secure drinking water, they went to the spring to fetch it.

 

It felt the warmest in the world inside their handmade wooden house, which stood alone in the midst of a white world where everything was frozen.

There was a friendly family there that laughed every day around the fire.

 

Alaska Families

 

While living with them, they sayConnection to the Earth.It was a feeling that reminded me of the feeling of It was a sensation that I had completely forgotten.

 

The fact is that to live is to receive other lives.The weight of the words "Itadakimasu" before eating.

 

Others are there to keep me alive.

I am also making the most of the others.

 

The fact that we will eventually die and return to the earth.

 

The warmth of people. The kindness of people.

A heart that not only cares for itself but also for others.

 

These are important for us as human beings to live on this planet called earth.I have come to feel strongly that this is the case.

 

(For memories of Alaska, click here.)

Alaskan Writer

native American

At the Park

Due to the length of my visa stay, I had to put an end to my life in Alaska just as winter was about to begin in earnest.

We continued south and returned again to Vancouver, Canada, our first place of residence abroad.

I am sure it was destined to return.

 

I was still subjected to discrimination as usual. So I completely reopened my mind and lived near a slum.

 

It was a bizarre landscape, with heroin addicts lying around on both sides of the road. But for some reason, I decided to try living in such an area. And since my working holiday visa was still valid, I joined the locals and worked in cafes and restaurants for a few months.

 

In the course of my daily life, I suddenly had a big realization.

Strangely, they were not discriminated against in other cities.

The other Japanese people in this city are not discriminated.

 

"Why Just You: ????"

 

Do I smell something special about myself?

Bad eyesight?

Do you have a similar experience?

 

I wanted to know the answer to that question, so I put aside my shame and asked around to many people.

And we finally found out why!

It was a really, really totally unexpected answer.

 

The city of Vancouver tends to attract homeless people from all over Canada because of its relatively mild winters.

Many of them areCalled Native Americans.That they are aboriginal people.They have long been persecuted anddiscrimination.

 

And, oh my..,

My appearance at the time(sallow skin, long black hair, etc.)with Native Americans.It was that they were very similar!

 

 

No, you don't understand that. !!!!!

I was in the mindset of wanting to give a hard blow and say, "I finally figured it out! I did it! and the joy of having found the answer.

 

His appearance resembled that of a Native American.

 

As I researched them, I found out many circumstances. They originally had mystical values and a way of life, but today they have a tragic historical background that many people want to turn away from. I learned that they are far away from their original form due to the harsh environment that continues to this day. The more I researched, the more I fell in love with them.

 

A culture that values its connection to the earth since time immemorial, long ago.

Respect for nature.

Sacred values and ideas.

 

Their old traditional way of thinking is something I barely learned in Alaska.As a human creature.Living on the planet EarthThe lessons I learned were very similar to those that were important to me at the time of my first visit to Japan. I naturally came to respect them and was proud to be like them.

 

I also went to talk directly with people living in slum shelters (buildings where people can sleep for free provided by the state) and on the streets. Many of them were addicted to drugs or alcohol and seemed to be in a daze from start to finish, but there were others with whom I could have a normal conversation.

 

And I learned a lot, including the dark side.

We also learned that each of them is now in a situation far beyond what we could have imagined.

 

If you would like to know a little more about it, please go to

Days of Darkness

It is quite dark and not publicly available.

 

 

 

Any human being,

Enough love" and "the right education."If there is a shortage of either or both of theIt becomes difficult for people to live as people.Especially during the period called "childhood.It's very, very important.I have come to strongly believe that.

 

After leaving Vancouver, I decided to travel south across the continental United States. I had decided that this would be my last trip and that I would return to Japan when I wanted to.

 

Mushroom Village

If you have read this far!

Thank you for your long time cooperation.

It has continued through my childhood, my school years, my working life, and my traveling life, but now it is finally the final chapter and the most shocking and important part of my life.

 

In Monument Valley, U.S.A.

As a result, we proceeded to Canada, the U.S., Mexico, Cuba, Guatemala, and Costa Rica before returning to Japan, but many stories were truly born along the way.

 

A wilderness that stretches to the horizon.

Beautiful blue sea as if ink had been dropped.

A jungle with a teeming life form moving around.

Camp life. Giant ruins. Friendly people.

I have numerous sparkling memories.

 

At times, I was surrounded by packs of wild dogs in the dimly lit forests in the early morning. I was almost caught in a gunfight feud between gangsters and police officers, and I had altitude sickness and hallucinations on a mountain I was climbing,Several times clear.Now I might die."I was aware of this.

 

Guatemala. At the top of the mountain.

 

It is impossible to write about all of them, so I will omit them here.

If you have the opportunity and are interested, I would be happy to speak with you!

 

(Click here for memories of Cuba)

interpoint (interword separation)what kind of eyes

interpoint (interword separation)Sunset in the Caribbean Sea

 

But in Mexico.Mystical ExperiencesI would like to note here only that

 

This experience is my life, my values, my way of thinking,We've changed it on a cosmic scale.It was a great experience.

I am a painter now,This experience has a lot to do with it.

 

Local market in a village near Oaxaca.

 

It was during a trip to Oaxaca, a city in southern Mexico.

 

I was in the hospital in town for over a week with abdominal pain after being hit by something bad. I was gradually getting back to normal. I was beginning to have too much energy and free time on my hands. It was time for me to start moving around again.

 

Hey, Kota, there's a little village a couple of hours away on top of the mountain that you might want to visit. It's also called Mushroom Village, where you can eat hallucinogenic mushrooms. I heard you can eat hallucinogenic mushrooms.

 

A young man who happened to be staying at the same inn told me over the large dining room table. He was a slender, slender man, about 20 years old, and looked like a modern, energetic Japanese boy.

 

What's that all of a sudden? You're scaring me!" I laughed back, but the story stuck with me somewhere in my mind.

I quietly checked on my phone and found that such a village does indeed exist.

 

And when I got to someone's old blog or article that was caught in the search, my interest was suddenly piqued.

That hallucinogenic mushrooms have been used in the rituals of shamanistic cultures since ancient times.

 

Shamanistic culture is the peaceful culture of the revered Native Americans, a primitive religion with a long, long history, involved in the hippie boom in the U.S. since 1960. In an experiment in the U.S., more than 80% of the people interviewed who ate the mushrooms said, "I've learned to be kinder to others than I used to be. It was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. That is one of the best experiences I have had.

 

Such as.

 

I am not sure what to do about it, but I am sure it will work. Many things have come together to bring us to where we are today.

 

Thanks to my physical condition in the last town, I was able to meet this young man.

 

Then, just as he was healing, he called out to me.

 

I might quite like to go........

 

This could be a "sign of things to come".

 

In the meantime, just go to the site.

If you don't like it, just go back to this inn again.

 

Two mornings later, the two of us were on a three-hour bus ride to a mushroom village.

I was dozing off, but when I looked out the window, I saw that the bus was carefully and cautiously driving along the cliff road in a white world surrounded by pouring rain and deep fog. We had come a long way, I thought. When we reached the village safely and got off the bus, it was a little chilly and smelled good of wet forest.

 

A small village on a mountain covered in fog.

 

After unloading at the inn and taking a short rest, the young man and I went for a walk around the village.

 

The village, also known as "Mushroom Village," was quiet and foggy with few people, and there were artworks with mushroom motifs and colorful artwork called "psychedelic art" everywhere. There were young Westerners with long hair and beards who looked like hippies, and villagers who looked like they had been living there for a long time.

 

Every time I see them, I ask, "Where do you get hallucinogenic mushrooms?" I asked them. They all answered in unison, "Oh, I have those. "Oh, I have some of those. I can sell you mine if you like." And, as is the custom in the village, they all quoted the same price.

What was even more impressive at this time was that everyoneStrangely kind eyes."and that he was smiling. He seemed to be looking somewhere far away, but he was staring straight into our eyes. He looked straight into my eyes and said, "I see. You've come a long way, too, haven't you? He looked as if he wanted to say, "I see. It was like the kind and gentle gaze of a parent gently watching over a kindergarten or elementary school student at graduation.

 

'No, I was just asking. Thanks."

 

We were still scared inside, but we returned to the inn, saying to each other, "It seems the story is true. On the one hand, I felt a little scared, but on the other hand, I also felt that we had come all the way here.

 

As I stood on the terrace of the inn staring at the misty mountains in a daze, a lady from the inn walked toward me.

Hey, Auntie. Um, do you have any mushrooms by any chance?"

Yes, of course. Do you want it?"

The lady smiled kindly and said, "Follow me." and went into a nearby home that was directly connected to the inn. We looked at each other and followed her. Then, from the refrigerator of her house, she said, "I made a lot of curry. I made a lot of curry, would you like some?Very natural.The first time we went to the restaurant, a colander containing a large number of mushrooms was presented in front of us at the

 

Mushrooms from the refrigerator

 

Five per person, one-trip."

 

A little boy in the house would point and say, "This one is big. The lady said, "Look, look, don't touch it. Each of these scenes is a common scene in this village.A Frame of Everyday LifeIt was telling that the

 

Different places have different common sense.

When in Rome, go where the locals go.

 

We both made up our minds, bought some mushrooms from the lady, and tried them in our room at the inn that night. We practiced the aunt's recommendation to "eat them as they are without washing them," and found that there was a lot of soil mixed in.

 

Jari. Jarring. Jarring." The texture is uncomfortable.

Overwhelming earthy aroma.

And above all, it tastes bad at the highest level!

The bitter taste is really not half bad.

 

My mind was filled with images of the powdered medicine I spit out when I was a child due to excessive bitterness, and the sob performances often performed by comedians. I tried to cover it up with cheese and snacks that I had with me at the time, but I could not get rid of the bad taste. I finally chewed and swallowed the most disgusting food I had ever tasted in my life. (No, I can't call it food...)

 

 

.... But nothing has changed.

 

 

After an hour or two, there is no change at all.

 

Funny. Funny.

 

What? Don't tell me you were fooled?

 

I said, "Could it be that... that lady just gave me a tasteless regular mushroom?"

The young man said, "Hey - don't be silly! LOL."

 

We laughed and discussed it with each other, and both of us tried to see it as a positive thing, thinking that it could be used as a story for laughter.

 

but

 

However,

 

The time came suddenly.It was the first time that I had ever seen a "real" company.

 


 

From this point on, we will be talking about "mystical experiences," which are quite out of the ordinary. Please be prepared for the content to start sounding like science fiction. (Gobble)

 

mushroom

paranormal phenomenon

The room we were in was made of built-in wood, like a lodge. There were two large beds there, "Don. Don."

The room was simple, with only a small table placed on top of the bed. I lay on my back on my bed and gazed at the grain of the ceiling in a daze.

 

That's when.

A big green beautiful bird in front of me.were flapping their wings with ease.

 

It looked like a quetzal, a rare bird found in Central and South America. This bird was also the model for Osamu Tezuka's Firebird.

 

"...Huh? There's a bird!

 

Just as I thought that, the bird was gone and the room was back to normal.

 

". I see. This is finally the start of something." I was excited, but I thought quietly.

 

'I knew it, that old lady. I think she gave me a proper mushroom," I said to the young man. I looked at the young man, who was lying on his back on the bed a little further away from me, and he quietly replied, "I knew she gave me the right mushrooms.

 

"Yeah, there's a lot of chocoa on the ceiling. Lots of it."

 

I didn't quite understand what it meant, but it seemed that something had started in him as well.

 

 

The room, which had been merely dark, gradually changed to a color scheme that could be described as psychedelic.

 

Everything I could see glittered and shone brightly.

 

The fluffy geometric patterns were both kaleidoscopic and undulating, like creatures or the ocean.

 

A view I had heard rumors about. A world like the psychedelic art I saw in the city.

 

I'd love to draw that kind of art! That's the kind of art you want to draw! I was excited and moved, but at the same time, I was also surprisingly calm and thought to myself, "Oh, I'm really going to be surrounded by this kind of world.

 

The strange phenomenon also involved the auditory sense, and the sounds heard were embodied and visible as beautiful waves.

 

I was thinking, "Oh, so this is how sound reverberates," as I followed with my eyes the waves of sound that hit the walls and ceiling and returned. I think I was developing what is commonly known as "synesthesia.

 

I'm starting to feel guilty and say, "This is bad!" I am beginning to feel guilty, and I am the one who is moved and affirms, "Wow, it's beautiful! I am moved and affirmed.

 

But such a phenomenon was still merely the beginning.

From here I entered a deeper and deeper world of wonder.

 

door

 

 

After a while, the young man suddenly began to tell me what he had felt and what had happened to him in the past.

 

Actually, there was this one thing that happened...this one thing."

 

The story was about a young man's journey before he met me. Apparently, he had been traveling with his girlfriend for a while, but she had dumped him along the way and he was traveling alone and sad. As he spoke, he kept dropping large drops of tears, as if he was expressing the emotions he had been holding in his heart.

 

. It was a very, very strange phenomenon.

 

At first I listened quietly, but then I realized that I had known everything he was going to say for the first time for a long time, as if it had happened to me. It was as if it had happened to me.

So, the phase becomes, "Oh, that's right." The "ah" is a good way to get to know the person.

 

This sense of "I've known for a while" is strictly,We share the world's memory."It is a feeling that

 

I have memories and feelings of him being dumped, and I also have memories and feelings of the girlfriend who dumped him. At the same time I have the memory of watching the events he experienced from a little distance above, and the memory of the owner of the flower store he stopped at that day to buy flowers to make up with her.

 


 

And the next moment.

 

Oh my gosh, I'm..,

 

A young man here and now."It had become a

 

In other words,

It was a situation where another me was speaking to the original physical me.

 

 

No way,

I never thought that the day would come when I would be a narrator and a listener at the same time while I am still alive.

 

 

Once, once, I tried to calm down,

 

I drank bottled water that was by the bed.

 

And now it was also the very "water" that I had just drank myself.

It is the sensation of "it" entering the mouth with the whole body, slurping down the throat and esophagus, and flowing down into the stomach with a thud.

 

When it comes to this point.It's all me now."I had the feeling that this was the case.

 

I am sure that at that time I could have been any person, creature, thing, water, or air.

 

And I'm still holding on to that mysterious power,Vision."I was flung into a different world where I was told that I was "in a different world".

Oneness, all is one.

Here is an explanation in case you are interested.

Vision."indicates word or phrase being definednative AmericanIt is an otherworldly experience that we are invited to during the rituals of "shamanism," the religion and culture of the "shamans" of the world. Generally speaking, when we speak of having visionsThe sensation of traveling through another worldIt is said to be close to

The content of that vision varies, though, depending on the person, environment, and spiritual state,Strangely enough, the destinations we reach at the end of our journeys are similar and have much in common.

When you experience a vision,A sense of life that I didn't have before,Gaining Spiritual Awakeningand so on.

Those who go back and forth between visions, and those who lead others to visions, areshamanIt is called

 

It is not well known, but it has a long history, having been depicted in wall paintings tens of thousands of years ago in ancient times,Since ancient times, shamans have gained wisdom from visions,The people (Native Americans) peacefullyIt has a history of leading people to live in harmony with nature.

If you are interested, you can research how Native Americans and other indigenous peoples (e.g., Aborigines, Ainu, etc.) lived peacefully for a long time before Westerners and other immigrants intervened.

 

From then on, I will talk about my vision.

 

The first is the "M" in the "M".

 

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suddenly,

 

When I opened my eyes, I was my childhood self.

 

Yes, he is that shy, shy boy.

 

I was in the outdoor playground of the kindergarten I used to attend. And for some reason, there was a teacher in front of me who was strongly scolding me.

I know what this scene is! I know this scene somehow!" I thought.

 

That is a memory I had completely forgotten.

But it was certainly a memory I had experienced in the past.

 

No matter what I say, the teacher interrupts my words and keeps scolding me in a loud voice without understanding anything.

Why is the teacher scolding me so strongly?" I just cried and cried, unable to understand anything.

 

So remembering that..,

 

To my surprise, the next thing I knew, I was inside the teacher.

I was scolding little me from the teacher's point of view.

 

At the time, I was angry with the teacher, just a bad memory, but now I understand that the teacher had his own circumstances (circumstances, personality, emotions, etc.).

 

Yeah, that would make the teacher angry..."

I guess it must have been hard for him, in his own way."

I was convinced and sympathetic.

 

 

I thought so, and now I was watching the scene of such an exchange between two humans from some distance away.

 

In other words,

 

I flew into another world called a vision,Become your past self,It became the person who was involved with me at that time,furthermoreI also objectively watched the scene from some distance.

 

 

As I mentioned earlier, there are an infinite number of types of visions (spiritual journeys) that are compounded by a person's personality, circumstances, and environment. It has been said that each one is like reading a different novel.

My vision at this time wasRe-experience the trajectory of your life to date.This was the case.

 

The memories were vivid and pleasant, and I experienced recurring experiences ranging from happy to sad and traumatic.

I also reunited with a transfer student who was there for a short time in elementary school that I had completely forgotten about.

In a room with warm sunlight streaming in through the window, I would watch my mother's daily casual exchanges with her as a third party from a distance.

 

My childhood, my school years, my working life, my traveling life, and my life up to the present, in detail, in detail, in a strange way, repeated and repeated hundreds of times over and over,

 

 

 

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!

 

 

 

I experienced it again.

 

 

It was a tremendous eternity of time, and a vast amount of information and emotional energy flowed through me without end.

I was almost swallowed several times by its furious whirlpool, and I said, "It's too long! That's enough! That's enough! !!!!" I even shouted several times along the way.

 

However, through this experience, I felt as if I was able to see for the first time the true nature of the other party, which I had only been able to see in fragments until then.

 

The Monster in My Mind

 

 

It probably lasted about 5 or 6 hours in real time.

However, in terms of experiential time, I would estimate that I was in that world for "about one or two years" at the shortest.

 

In other words,I've spent about a year or two of my life walking the path I've been on.Everything was re-experienced and re-remembered in a very real way.

 

I didn't know at the time.

However,What you can learn by being a partner.

What can be known by looking objectively.

 

What felt sad or painful at the time, what I didn't understand, all the encounters, all the partings, all the things, what I thought were coincidences,All of this was inevitable.There were no coincidences.All of it was perfectly timed.

 

I just assumed that I was the only one at the time who thought it was the worst, or sad, or good, or a coincidence.

 

That time I was scolded by a teacher in kindergarten.

He also failed art as a student.

I have been working and falling apart.

I have also experienced racial discrimination.

I almost died in my traveling life.

 

It was all a necessary experience.

 

I got into painting because of that environment of inferiority complex.

Because I failed at painting, I went to a normal university and studied abroad so I could learn about the breadth of the world.

I became a hard-working corporate employee, which gave me the ability to think. I also met some wonderful people.

The racism reminded me of my connection to the earth. I learned about the warmth of people. I began to think deeply about Native Americans and about human beings.

 

And now, because of their combined presence, I have come to travel the world alone and have now reached this point in my life.

 

None of them should be lacking.

Everything is a milestone.

 

If any one of them is missing, everything is not possible.

 

On this earth as a human being called meI've lived and gained.It is a wonderful, irreplaceable experience.

 

How thankful and precious life is!

 

 

When I connected the dots of each such event and looked over the flow of my life's trajectory, it was one perfect, beautiful line.

 

Then I learned.

 

Ah."

 

All along this soul of mine has been guided."

 

 

I can't stop thanking all the people I have met so far.

 

And I couldn't stop being thankful for everything and events.

I kept shedding tears like a heavy rain.

 

Because we have each other, we can learn from each other.

 

Emotions, feelings, lessons and memories that one can never experience alone.

Each soul comes to earth to learn.

 

We keep each other alive by being with each other.The following is a list of the most common problems with the

All living people survive by eating other life.

They use it as a tool.

Everything in this world is one: humans, animals, plants, things, water.

 

When we look down on this planet called earth from space, it is just a small blue grain, but everything is circulating and complete within it. The water that falls from the sky as rain falls on the earth and grows vegetables. Animals eat the vegetables, and people eat the animals. Eventually, both animals and people die and return to the earth where vegetables grow.

 

Isn't that so when you think about it?

He lives off of something. Someone is helping you, and you are helping someone else.

We are just exchanging and circulating the energy of the universe (love), aren't we?

 

All is love and the universe."

 

This is a phrase that has been uttered by many great people in history and by religious people.

I don't understand. I don't get it." and even snickered at these words.

I understood that clearly.

 

To love the other person is,Love yourself.

 

By loving yourself,We can love others.

 

Hurting the other party,Harming yourself.

 

If you hurt yourself,It also hurts others.

 

Everyone is part of the energy of the universe.

 

each to his ownThe energy (love) of the universe is circulating.

 

Each just exists.It's a worthy love being.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Edo period) streetwalker

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's all one.

 

 

exist in this Universe.

It's all one.

 

 

We are all

It's one thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The first is the "M" in the "M".

 

 


 

 

By sunrise, I was back in the real world. I had just had such a terrific experience that I wondered what could possibly make this world real, but I knew intuitively that this was real. And my head was still a little fuzzy.

When I went outside, the deep fog that had covered the village for so long had completely lifted, and sparkling sunlight was gently shining through the gaps in the mountains.

The beautiful chirping of jungle birds and insects could be heard chirping chirping chirping chirping chirping.

 

I took a deep breath, and as usual, the slightly wet, forest-like air chi filled my lungs.

 

And I had the sense that the fog that must have been in my head for so long was clearing.

 

 

Oh.

 

 

Let's be kinder to people from now on.

 

Let's cherish each encounter.

 

Let's take better care of ourselves.

 

Let's do art again.

 

In this life,Contribute to the world through art.

 

Even now, five years later, when I hear the birds singing in the morning, I still remember my experience in this village.

On the road.

And now

 

A few months later, I returned safely to Japan.

 

Now that you have read this far, how do you feel?

 

Maybe some people might think, "Isn't he a bad person?" or "Is he a bad person?

 

People who have known me for a long time may walk away from me.

 

Or, "Wow!" "You're funny!" or "You're a funny guy!

 

And this may be an opportunity to meet new people.

 

It doesn't matter how you view it.

 

But after all, you are reading this far down the page,We are like each other, we resonate with each other.It may be.

 

Everything I have written so far is an actual experience, a record of my real life, and an irreplaceable and appreciated asset.

 

Through it all, I have finally come to a sincere understanding of more and more things, and I have certainly become kinder to myself and others than before.

 

I was walking along, lost and stumbling, happy and distressed, when I inadvertently entered a rushing river and came to a place I had not expected. But now that I think back on it, I realize that everything was a milestone and I was on the right path. It is a sense of "I was on the right path.

 

honestyStill,,There is much that has not been written.

 

There are still things I haven't been able to write about in this mystical experience, and there were so many things that happened to me on the trip. There are various reasons why I simply cannot verbalize them yet, or I have taken the liberty of deciding that I should not say them just yet, but I hope to be able to tell you about them someday.

 

However, that has been quite naked in the art.

 

I would be happy if you could sense something when you look at my art.

 

Finally.

dawn

 

After returning to Japan, I went back to my parents' house in Tokyo and read many books in various genres and watched many videos on Youtube and DVDs. I also went to meet various people in the field.

I learned about the many "lights and darks" of this world even more deeply. I am still studying even now, but I strongly feltEverything in this world is one."We are all one.the idea is thatIt's called "oneness."We found that

Through a connection with a Qigong master, I learned and mastered Qigong, the mysteries of the East.

The artwork uses a lot of Ki Kung.

 

I am trying to taste my life more deeply through art in this life, and at the same time, I am trying to learn more about myself,To make this world and humanity a better place.We believe we can help.

 

If you feel pain in your life, need strength, or want to look at yourself again, please come and see my art. If you have a chance to see my original paintings in person, I hope you will come and see them and feel "something.

(Exhibit Information)

 

We hope you will receive and cherish the special message from the painting to you. The best ideal is to actually own the work and always be able to go in front of the real thing and have access to the world of the painting. We would be happy to discuss your budget with you.

(Owner's voice)

 

But first of all, you can just look at it in a daze on the Web site as it is, or you can use it as a standby on your computer or smartphone. You will surely feel its mysterious power to heal you and give you strength.

 

 

 

We are all,

One.

 

 

 


 

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Thank you very much for your patient and long-suffering patience with my poor writing so far.

It was a great honor to share your precious time with you.

 

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It is a great honor to receive messages of any content.

 

If you have any questions about the trip, the work, or anything else, please contact me anytime.

 

Exhibition activities are exhibited at their own pace.

Someday, if the timing is right,

We look forward to meeting you in person when you have a chance.

 

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Until then. Thank you very much!

 

 


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