Tasukete! Help! This trip
accelerates like a fairground ride and I can not find the time to live and the updater blongonzo in the poor 24 hours a day. These are not well met, it overflowing ! Indeed in some ways it looks like a Zen sesshin (for those who know) and more speed in the sense that events, pleasures and obligations it play untiringly and incessantly that we practice letting go by carefully following the program the goddess of Shikoku Muchijin, Ozaki Mie san.
So I will not run after time, chronology, who cares and I will tell later experiments brands already past, an o-Chajes, a tea ceremony in exceptional circumstances or the pleasure of the brush ink as sumi-e freestyle in a venerable calligrapher-style punk and evergreen (like tea LOL) 70.
As the focus of this trip is the pilgrimage of Henro, are entering the heart of the matter, as I write in the silence of the night before the window overlooking the park, the statues of Kobo Daishi and Patriarchs, The Perfect Spot.
We arrived yesterday evening Zentsuji, birthplace of Kobo Daishi, the eighth patriarch of the Shingon school of Buddhism which was introduced to Japan from China in the seventh century and is considered a major figures in Japanese history. After his death in 835 or Plutt its "entry into eternal meditation" and its consecration by Emperor Daigo in 921, he seems to have become a creature of legend, who were still ready moult miracles, powers, feats and deeds of the founders of civilization as Japanese imports of Chinese kanji, the invention and the addition of hiragana to suit the Japanese grammar.
So the footsteps of a legend and a saint that Japanese Buddhism for a thousand years pilgrims travel the round of 88 Shingon temples in Shikoku, the smallest of the islands of Japan and also the furthest away from the main roads of communication in the archipelago. It landed
So between dog and wolf eyes écarquillées with our luggage from the big modern hotel Marugame to find the middle of a vast complex of temples, statues, shrines, pagoda, park, in short, a little Vatican of Shingon. This is their third largest center, the first being the Kôyan-san, celebrated mountain south of Osaka for 117 temples that host miii of pilgrims and visitors.
Shingon (眞 言 or 真言 ) is a Vajrayana Buddhist school Japanese , founded in VIII e century by the monk Kukai (空 海) who received the posthumous title of Kobo Daishi, the great teacher of the Act
The word means Shingon "true word" is the Japanese translation of the Sanskrit word mantra which means the mystical prayer in India.
His ideal is summed up in the phrase "Sokushin-Jôboutsu" which means "becoming buddha in this life with this body." It purifies the heart of his passions pests, cultivating modesty, simplicity, purity, concentration it becomes possible to speak naturally from our "Buddha nature".
The mind is calm, fears and desires ignored, we can create and act spontaneously.
Just baggage deposited in an ultramodern building that brings pilgrims rooms, activity rooms and different places of worship attached, we found ourselves sitting in a dining hall where dozens of pilgrims from the 3rd or 4th of age dressed in yukata were sitting at dinner could not be more Japanese and therefore delicious and refined full of marvels to enjoy, including sashimi and Nabé. Then
bloggers and their tour guide in English, the friendly Masuda san went to the bathroom before going to fulfill their duty on the net late in the warm night. I was 3 o'clock in the morning and up at 5 30 for an office at 6 am, gasp! Blessed are the vending machines on the floor and drank hot coffee on radar!
arrived dead last as usual 'and because of the father and son always Gaudins limit-limit on working hours, we were ranked first, but on the side of the stage / altar richly decorated in red and gold. ; Sitting on the floor in seiza or zazen with grandmas and grandpas all of the night in traditional white robes (as elsewhere) we have witnessed the arrival of the monks and nuns and venerable predecessor just as in the zen monk ; regularly striking a bell. Ting!
Surprise, the boss is the Japanese head cool as we have seen naked last night alone in bath when he got up, intrigued to see who returned at this late hour talking gibberish uncommon here. It's always cool to see a great master naked before seen in full uniform! Fort
charisma and teaching a half-hour Kobo Daishi's history, followed by reciting sutras or not taken by the audience. It was nice to play the game without understanding and repeating the sounds I heard in unison with other pilgrims. Then there was the Hanny Shingyo, easy easy, then the journalist who was our interview began after the shooter bizarre French who came to attend a ceremony Shingon. I felt myself quite exotic haha.
This article the next day in Sinyo Shinbun.
Monks and nuns wore a kolomo deep blue like the one found in the Villa Majorelle in Marrakech and a kesa-yellow gold but surprisingly there was still one that has stayed all the time LOL. After these sutras
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1evxMA7yYw a younger took over visibly to sell something to the pilgrims but then I zapped. By cons after the ceremony we did a surprising thing: get off at the tail-leu-leu in a black corridor decorated with classical figures first Buddhist in the twilight and then finally in total darkness. Scary but not surprising when you walk blindly into a narrow corridor with strangers, a sensory experience of death for many to strike the imagination, very strong as directed, turn without seeing anything at all then a faint glow appears and we enter a small room where comforting but unenlightened is a statue of Kobo Daishi and an altar. We leave in the dark and then opens the other side of the altar end of the sensory experience of the encounter with the holy in the realm of the dead. Hat's entertainment!
Difficult to answer to questions of journalist ...
the breakfast ultra classic with Japanese rice, miso soup, grilled fish, but without increasing butter-cream or coffee (which is found in vending machines anyway) gave us in reality does boosting our taste buds. The grilled fish and daikon radish in the morning, we, the bloggers, we love it!
En route, our first temple was only a few tens of meters, okay, we did not walk a lot.
It was initiated quickly to the label in place for visiting the temples
1-Crossing the main door tilts toward the Buddha main hall, the Hondo.
2 - We will purify the fountain, first the left hand, then right, then the mouth. We stop here, stop, we consider the rest is ok.
3 - the big bell is rung, the bonshô. If we sound when we hand it brings bad blunder.
4 - Before the Hondô where the Buddhist figure dedicated place, we light incense and a candle. It rings a small bell hung up by a rope, placed his osama-fuda, his name and wishes in a metal box in front of the altar, we balance a coin in a wooden chest and is made gassho singing the Hannya Shingyo, the Great Wisdom Sutra and other sutras Shingon (or not). Normally there is a certain order and repeated sutras are good but you do not have either and practices vary. I like to sing the Hannya Shingyo by heart in following all the pilgrims who read their book-sutra haha what show-off Master Banana.
5 - We do the same thing before the Daishi Hall, always dedicated to Kobo Daishi.
6 - It will be signed and stamped his book pilgrimage office stamps or exchange Sousous was a beautiful calligraphy on the page dedicated to the temple.
6 - We leave the main door turns around and greets you.
Brothel is not complicated after all! But hey you have to set the mood, it's easy to forget something if you chained the temples to the charge in a Ferrari.
short after we left the party with the car Yuki san, our guide interpreter who speaks French, Motoyamaji the temple and from there to our first big march, 12/13 miles, so stylish in country landscape "My Neighbor Totoro".
A marvel of immersion in rural Japan as they do not make the mold is broken rice fields, small houses, reservoirs and irrigation complex machinery like tiny toys, tiny grannies bizarre scooter in a fertile plain surrounded by the typical and unhurriedly Japanese mountains, so young that vegetation covers them and all under a blazing sun. And
then we got the surprise early to meet people (aged) who had seen the night before reporting to local news on TV all 3 French bloggers and we ran after us to give o-Settai, traditional offerings the pilgrims.
is my first o-Settai, offering pilgrims, small cakes as pancakes, my tummy says yummy!
Crazy! It has only been there three days and thanks to the talent of communication Mie Ozaki, we're almost as famous as Jean Reno in Shikoku! ROTF!
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