Okinawa Soba writes:
Ca. 1890-1900 albumen print of a fine group of Ainu who look "none too happy" about having their photo taken --- except for that little kid sitting right in the middle who looks like he's trying to smother a good laugh.
The Ainu were in Japan long before the modern day Japanese "Yamato" breed showed up. Like "indigenous priors" in many countries, the Ainu were put down by the invaders and occupiers. It's a complicated story.
The Japanese Govenment did not like them at all, and even the Japanophiles of the day (who spent most of their time praising Japan and the Geisha Girls to high heaven) could not help but show their disgust at the Japanese Govenment's prejudicial treatment of the Ainu.
Incredibly, until this year (2008), the Japanese Government refused to acknowledge their very existence in Japan, telling themselves and the world that Japan had NO indigenous peoples, and that Japan consisted of only "one homogeneous race and culture".
Of course, the rest of the world knows that Japan's official pronouncements are always full of raw BS on most things pertaining to reality, and when push came to shove, they finally had to come HALF WAY clean on the matter.
The OTHER HALF of the problem yet to be dealt with --- admitting that the indigenous Okinawans (and their Language and Culture) at the southern end of the country also constitute another distinct "non-Japanese people" within their borders --- is still too hard for the Bureaucrats in Tokyo to come to grips with. The existence of Okinawa and the "Ryukyu Islanders" remains a major obstacle in their continuing theory of Japan being a nation of "One Supreme Race".
But, for a a Government that hates moving too fast on anything, half way is a first step.
".......On 6 June 2008, a bi-partisan, non-binding resolution was approved by the Japanese Diet calling upon the government to recognize the Ainu people as indigenous to Japan and urge an end to discrimination against the group. The resolution recognized the Ainu people as "an indigenous people with a distinct language, religion and culture" and rescinds the law passed in 1899. Though the resolution is historically significant, Hideaki Uemura, professor at Keisen University in Tokyo and a specialist in indigenous peoples' rights, commented that the motion is "weak in the sense of recognizing historical facts" as the Ainu were "forced" to become Japanese in the first place........" (Wiki)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ainu_(people)
PHOTOGRAPHIC NOTE :
Most all of the women in this photo have tattooed mustaches. However, the film (or dry plate) used for this shot was not sensitive to the pigments used, and so they are very light in this picture. Early Meiji-era photographers had a lot of trouble getting good tattoo shots of any Japanese due to the same color spectrum sensitivity limitations, and many tattoos had to be strengthened by the early colorists during the hand-tinting stage of print making.
This albumen print courtesy of the Tom Burnett Collection. Used by permission.
O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race,
O petty adventurers in an infinite world
And prisoners of a dwarf humanity,
How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind
Around your little self and petty things?
from Sri Aurobino's Savitri, Book IV, Canto III, The Call to the Quest
This Wall Street Pit link has included in it a link to a Bloomberg article saying the US government's AAA credit rating is history. Not that that is news but when a major financial news service says this you have confirmation that the foul odour you've been constantly smelling coming your way from Wall Street, the City of London and Marunouchi is indeed excrement, of Olympus Mons proportions, a super volcano now in the early stages of an eruption that will make Toba look like a teenager squeezing the contents of his zit onto his bathroom mirror. The debt volcano is getting bigger by the second and will threaten mankind with tidal waves of shit bulldozing into a neighborhood near you before you can sing 666 Zillion Euros On the Wall. If no one wants to buy America's shit (otherwise known as Treasuries), don't worry: it'll print up some more shit to pay for that shit.
If it's true Russia's foreign reserve account's largest single currency is the euro, instead of the dollar, it is more evidence the Superman days of America are finished. It always was a con game, but now it's obvious. The big boys know we've hit an iceberg and are sinking. In the Bloomberg article, alas, we discover that old Uncle Sam's morphed into a super obese genetically modified, puss-filled, pimply octopus addicted to black hole economics, shepherding less than a banana republic. Consider writer Mark Gilbert's observation:
For the fiscal year ending Sept. 30, the Congressional Budget Office forecasts a record deficit of $1.75 trillion, almost four times the previous year’s $454.8 billion shortfall and about 13 percent of gross domestic product. Bear in mind that the target demanded of European nations wanting to join the euro was a deficit no greater than 3 percent of GDP.
The once mighty USA can't even qualify to apply for the euro. Bernie made off with $50 billion but so what? The Great American Ponzi Scheme is close to $120 trillion and counting and Robert Mugabe is its chief financial officer. But who gives a fuck anyway? As long as the TV's on and the menu's exclusively MSG-enhanced McDonald's we're happy campers getting reamed by the American Dream.
You never know. We hope it doesn't happen. But just in case, some of these strategies could make the difference between you dying in the months after a bombing and you surviving.
Sri Aurobino is a guide for Logos-seeking souls. If all your Internet surfing into how Satan is completing his dark project of enslaving us is leaving you without your roe, consider the mantric verses of Aurobindo's Savitri. Try reading The Pursuit of the Unknowable aloud.
All is too little that the world can give:
Its power and knowledge are the gifts of Time
And cannot fill the spirit's sacred thirst.
Although of One these forms of greatness are
And by its breath of grace our lives abide,
Although more near to us than nearness' self,
It is some utter truth of what we are;
Hidden by its own works, it seemed far-off,
Impenetrable, occult, voiceless, obscure.
The Presence was lost by which all things have charm,
The Glory lacked of which they are dim signs.
The world lived on made empty of its Cause,
Like love when the beloved's face is gone.
The labour to know seemed a vain strife of Mind;
All knowledge ended in the Unknowable:
The effort to rule seemed a vain pride of Will;
A trivial achievement scorned by Time,
All power retired into the Omnipotent.
A cave of darkness guards the eternal Light.
A silence settled on his striving heart;
Absolved from the voices of the world's desire,
He turned to the Ineffable's timeless call.
A Being intimate and unnameable,
A wide compelling ecstasy and peace
Felt in himself and all and yet ungrasped,
Approached and faded from his soul's pursuit
As if for ever luring him beyond.
Near, it retreated; far, it called him still.
Nothing could satisfy but its delight:
Its absence left the greatest actions dull,
Its presence made the smallest seem divine.
When it was there, the heart's abyss was filled;
But when the uplifting Deity withdrew,
Existence lost its aim in the Inane.
The order of the immemorial planes,
The godlike fullness of the instruments
Were turned to props for an impermanent scene.
But who that mightiness was he knew not yet.
Impalpable, yet filling all that is,
It made and blotted out a million worlds
And took and lost a thousand shapes and names.
It wore the guise of an indiscernible Vast,
Or was a subtle kernel in the soul:
A distant greatness left it huge and dim,
A mystic closeness shut it sweetly in:
It seemed sometimes a figment or a robe
And seemed sometimes his own colossal shade.
A giant doubt overshadowed his advance.
Across a neutral all-supporting Void
Whose blankness nursed his lone immortal spirit,
Allured towards some recondite Supreme,
Aided, coerced by enigmatic Powers,
Aspiring and half-sinking and upborne,
Invincibly he ascended without pause.
Always a signless vague Immensity
Brooded, without approach, beyond response,
Condemning finite things to nothingness,
Fronting him with the incommensurable.
Then to the ascent there came a mighty term.
A height was reached where nothing made could live,
A line where every hope and search must cease
Neared some intolerant bare Reality,
A zero formed pregnant with boundless change.
On a dizzy verge where all disguises fail
And human mind must abdicate in Light
Or die like a moth in the naked blaze of Truth,
He stood compelled to a tremendous choice.
All he had been and all towards which he grew
Must now be left behind or else transform
Into a self of That which has no name.
Alone and fronting an intangible Force
Which offered nothing to the grasp of Thought,
His spirit faced the adventure of the Inane.
Abandoned by the worlds of Form he strove.
A fruitful world-wide Ignorance foundered here;
Thought's long far-circling journey touched its close
And ineffective paused the actor Will.
The symbol modes of being helped no more,
The structures Nescience builds collapsing failed,
And even the spirit that holds the universe
Fainted in luminous insufficiency.
In an abysmal lapse of all things built
Transcending every perishable support
And joining at last its mighty origin,
The separate self must melt or be reborn
Into a Truth beyond the mind's appeal.
All glory of outline, sweetness of harmony,
Rejected like a grace of trivial notes,
Expunged from Being's silence nude, austere,
Died into a fine and blissful Nothingness.
The Demiurges lost their names and forms,
The great schemed worlds that they had planned and wrought
Passed, taken and abolished one by one.
The universe removed its coloured veil,
And at the unimaginable end
Of the huge riddle of created things
Appeared the far-seen Godhead of the whole,
His feet firm-based on Life's stupendous wings,
Omnipotent, a lonely seer of Time,
Inward, inscrutable, with diamond gaze.
Attracted by the unfathomable regard
The unsolved slow cycles to their fount returned
To rise again from that invisible sea.
All from his puissance born was now undone;
Nothing remained the cosmic Mind conceives.
Eternity prepared to fade and seemed
A hue and imposition on the Void,
Space was the fluttering of a dream that sank
Before its ending into Nothing's deeps.
The spirit that dies not and the Godhead's self
Seemed myths projected from the Unknowable;
From It all sprang, in It is called to cease.
But what That was, no thought nor sight could tell.
Only a formless Form of self was left,
A tenuous ghost of something that had been,
The last experience of a lapsing wave
Before it sinks into a bourneless sea,--
As if it kept even on the brink of Nought
Its bare feeling of the ocean whence it came.
A Vastness brooded free from sense of Space,
An Everlastingness cut off from Time;
A strange sublime inalterable Peace
Silent rejected from it world and soul.
A stark companionless Reality
Answered at last to his soul's passionate search:
Passionless, wordless, absorbed in its fathomless hush,
Keeping the mystery none would ever pierce,
It brooded inscrutable and intangible
Facing him with its dumb tremendous calm.
It had no kinship with the universe:
There was no act, no movement in its Vast:
Life's question met by its silence died on her lips,
The world's effort ceased convicted of ignorance
Finding no sanction of supernal Light:
There was no mind there with its need to know,
There was no heart there with its need to love.
All person perished in its namelessness.
There was no second, it had no partner or peer;
Only itself was real to itself.
A pure existence safe from thought and mood,
A consciousness of unshared immortal bliss,
It dwelt aloof in its bare infinite,
One and unique, unutterably sole.
A Being formless, featureless and mute
That knew itself by its own timeless self,
Aware for ever in its motionless depths,
Uncreating, uncreated and unborn,
The One by whom all live, who lives by none,
An immeasurable luminous secrecy
Guarded by the veils of the Unmanifest,
Above the changing cosmic interlude
Abode supreme, immutably the same,
A silent Cause occult, impenetrable,--
Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone.
Canto One: The Pursuit of the Unknowable, Sri Aurobindo's Savitri
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Distrust was thrown upon Mind's instruments;
All that it takes for reality's shining coin,
Proved fact, fixed inference, deduction clear,
Firm theory, assured significance,
Appeared as frauds upon Time's credit bank
Or assets valueless in Truth's treasury.
An Ignorance on an uneasy throne
Travestied with a fortuitous sovereignty
A figure of knowledge garbed in dubious words
And tinsel thought-forms brightly inadequate.
Excerpt from Sri Aurobindo's Savitri, Canto XIII: In the Self of Mind
New World Order politics is a deceptive Mobius strip whose goal is a centrally planned, out of the closet global tyranny. There is an international alpha class orbiting a Man Behind a Curtain directing Earth's slide into the thirsty fangs of Hell. This super class use nationalism as a tool of dividing and ruling the world. Its heart lies not in its home country but with international RFID-lusting federalism. When President Obama can get away with torching the Constitution, speaking in front of that document, in the National Archives, and no one (aside from Rachel Maddow and a handful of others) says anything, the agenda is proceeding as scientifically planned. If pre-crime bills become law, every day will be open season for the collectivists. President Obama will make his predecessor soon look like a bush leaguer because as debt increases so too does the level of bloated federalist control. If you think you own anything in a fractional reserve universe, including that house of yours, think again: what is NWO backwards?
Watch AJ's* Obama Deception http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAaQNACwaLw for much more on the false messiah.
*This is not an AJ endorsement. AJ's doctrine has much merit but you'd be wrong to swallow his bait, if Truth is what you seek.
All here where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the sole transcendent One:
Only by him they are, his breath is their life;
An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.
excerpt from Sri Aurobindo's Savitri, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge
S'il vous plaît Monsieur, the last item on your order this evening is the Kosmos. You look a little unwell, sir, but we think we can fit it all in. There we go.
