I Look Up as I Walk-Ue o Muite Arukou
Walking along, looking up, so that the teardrops won't flow out of my eyes
I look back on a spring day on this lonely night. A good fortune is beyond the clouds.
A good fortune is beyond the sky.
So I'm looking up and I'm looking forward, imagining that good fortune in the future.
English translation of lyrics of ‘Sukiyaki’ or ‘Ue o Muite Arukōu’ by Rokusukay Ey
Last night I was doing my grocery shopping at my neighborhood supermarket. I was walking down the aisle with shelves of soups and sauces. As I approached near the end of the aisle, I glanced up and observed two of those quart-sized soups- in- a -bag literally fly off of the top shelf and land on the floor with a splat. A man with a shopping cart had just come around the corner when the two containers landed right in front of of his cart. The soups were tomato and there was red mess left on the floor. The man's eyes flew wide open, and he looked at me and said, " I didn't do it!". I told him, "I know you didn't do it!". He moved his cart past the mess, without doing a thing. I walked over and moved he containers out of the middle of the aisle. As I turned the corner, one of the store employees happened to be standing there speaking to a couple of customers. I excused myself and told her that there was clean-up needed around the corner. I also told her what happened and how. She said, "Oh, that's our ghost! " I told her " I know.". She said, "No, really! There is a ghost that stays in that aisle.I repeated, " I know you are not kidding". The two customers were standing there with their mouths open in disbelief.
As I made my way through the store, I tried to connect to whoever or whatever it was on the soup aisle. I got nada.
I pulled up the song and listened to it on YouTube, and felt such a connection that I downloaded it from iTunes. When I first heard 'Sukiyaki' when it became a hit here in the U.S. in 1963, I was 10 years old. I struggled to learn the words sung in Japanese, never knowing their true meaning. Nevertheless, it moved me and I never forgot the tune. After downloading the song last night, I started doing some research. The song is much more than it seems, and is actually quite poignant. I knew that the name of the song here in the U.S., 'Sukiyaki', made no sense because the feeling conveyed in the song had nothing to do with Japanese cuisine.
I also discovered that the singer of the chart topper, Kyu Sakamoto, died at the fairly young age of 41---he was one of 520 people that died in the worst documented airline disaster (1985), even up to today, that of Japan Airlines flight 123. Read the link listed below about the disaster, and also please note how the Japanese refused assistance from the United States to locate the downed plane and its victims. It was truly horrific, and the people on that plane suffered greatly for about a half hour before it crashed into a mountain. After it crashed, many survivors suffered more before death took them, due to delays in search and rescue by the Japanese. It was a travesty.
My feeling: There is no 'ghost' at the local H.E.B grocery store, but there is a portal. (There are many in this area). I believe Mr. Sakamoto was giving me a signal to pay attention and that he came through that portal and followed me home.
Before going to sleep last night, I asked for some validation of the things I was sensing, and what it was all about. During the night, I had a dream of me in a two-story home similar to the one that I live in now. In the dream, I remember getting ready to go through a set of double doors into another room when I noticed that the floor had given way on the other side of the doors, and it was a sheer drop to the first floor below. As I stood there, I could physically feel, in my real body, the floor shaking beneath my feet. I also felt that where I was standing was about to collapse as well. I remember a man, and I also remember grabbing a child and yelling for everyone to get out of the house immediately. The next scene I was standing outside looking at a house that was half destroyed. Neighbors appeared and began helping to tear down the rest of the house, since it was hazard for everyone.
This morning I was reading the Austin American Statesman. I rarely read the sports section, but today I felt a need to check it out. One of the surprises on the front page of this section was an article about two prominent Japanese runners, Toyoyuki Abe and Masaki Hori, who will be bolstering the line-up at the Austin Marathon this year. (In an odd twist, these two men are favored over Kenyan runners that usually finish first in this race.) A couple of pages into the sports section, I also read that a Japanese man has captured the gold medal in figure skating at the Olympics. The first line of that story: "Sometimes an Olympic gold medalist is more survivor than anything else." This man, Yozuru Hanyu, fell down twice and still one the gold! (And also note in the NPR piece that the 1964 Olympics are mentioned)
I also began thinking about the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant and how Japan is making the same mistakes with that disaster that they did with JAL Flight 123--- they are refusing help from the United States. While the company responsible for the power plant, Tepco, insists that they have the situation under control, reports continue to persist that the plant is not under control and that leaks involving radioactive contamination have not been contained since the devastating earthquake and tsunami that hit the island of Honshu in 2011.
I have been on a roller coaster of emotions this morning, and in tears through much it. This has all hit me on such a deep level, and I fear for Japan if they don't wake up quickly. There may be another disaster there very soon, and the entire island of Honshu may suffer. Northeastern Japan, and Fukushima, have continued to rock and roll since the 9.0 earthquake and tsunami of 2011. My only hope is that through the suffering that may follow, the survivors will be a different breed of people. They may also be the hope that is expressed in 'Sukiyaki' and a gold medalist capable of falling, but winning. I also find hope in the fact that many people of Japanese descent are also American citizens. There appears to be some major karma going on with Japan and the U.S. that pre-dates WWII. They are so intertwined, and healing must happen soon between these two nations. This healing could make a positive difference for the entire planet, and usher in an era of cooperation that is so sorely needed in a world that seems on the brink of self-destruction ecologically, economically, and spiritually.