Re-explored my fleeting Ronin life. I had a glimpse of it many years ago. It was dark and I, as a Ronin, was sitting in front of a small fire. The feeling was one of loneliness.
As I returned with specific questions, I discovered it was during the Tokugawa era in the early 1700's. Lots of chaos and social disheaval. Not a lot of food available either. I, however, was doing okay. I was a hired sword...a Ronin. I was not the type that had lost his lord, but more of lowly class samurai with no real adherence to the samurai code of ethics. In short, I was a bit of an asshole.
Fiercely independent kept coming through. I would only live life on my terms and didn't care who I cut down to get my way. As I reflect, my 'assholeness' was a way to survive in the harsh environment of the time. My death scene was an ambush by other samurai who I had pissed off.
It was at the fire. The ambush came by four men and I was cut down. The death blow was the kissaki, or point of a sword, entering the base of my skull from the rear. It makes me nauseous thinking of it. This is one death scene I had a hard time separating from. Lots of pain and that kissaki to the skull, at C-1 vertebrae really did me in. Not a pleasant experience.
No name came through. I was a bit robust in my appearance and very proud of who I was and what I had done. Narcissisitic maybe? This one was very emotional for me. This is definitely a past life that has me connected to my current martial career....and my neck/vertigo issues.
Hands palm to palm,
Shinzen
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You're sure is a bit of an asshole *farts* :D
ReplyDeleteI had a friend who suffered a pain in the stomach, and turned out he was stabbed with a spear to death in one of past lifetime.
Interesting. I wonder if I have similar experience myself.
Most likely you have had similar experiences Rizal. This past life seemed to be more real to me than others...others were more of a dream state, but this one had more of a reality charge. It's fun.
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