I look at this land here in far northern Japan that I have become the caretaker for (owner, but that feels sort of wrong) and I"m overwhelmed by how sacred it is. I mean, how much it looks like traditional and profound sacred sites. There is a water source a spring that fresh clean water bubbles from the ground. There is a small trickle stream that continually flows - an almost cube like stone tumbled into a place I cleared, I mean a table sized rock. I put flowers on it and it looks like it has been there forever. I felt compelled to lay the paths and to paint a branch red and lay it over two trees the path went under. I also felt compelled to glue the old dishes together into a sort of pagoda and place them in the space. On the one hand, we all know I must be a little unhinged because I founded Baoism and everything else - but this really feels like one of those situations where I am being guided, while I am allowed to feel like I am the one doing the guiding. To be honest, this whole process of buying Satoshi Manor and coming to Japan - it felt like that. My aunt just pointed out that Satoshi is actually a name that means wisdom, sacred, and saint (plus a few other things) - which I simply didn't know when I named the house. I know it sounds insane but I seem to be heading in a direction that never would have felt natural if I had decided on it, but which feels like the only possibility as it happens. Of course Satoshi Manor is a sacred site and of course, for all my flaws, I am the flawed holy man who was called to it. Yup, it's official, I seem to have gone over the edge of sanity. Be happy
