Yoga and Japan Part 2

A Japanese Yoga Class

Taking part in the yoga class, my wife Hyone and I could easily have mistaken it for a class in Birmingham or London. The same leotards or jeans being worn by the women in the class; the same postures being practised: the same situation of teacher leading a group, and the same quiet, centred stretching and relaxation. Yet we were in Japan, and all the people, apart from ourselves, were brown skinned Orientals. A small shrine to the gods of Shinto was fixed high on the wall in one corner, the custom for all large rooms and each house. Also, something that fascinated me in the room was an extraordinary 2ft square paraffin heater fired by electricity, giving no smell whatsoever. It heated the large room to the sort of warmth needed for conformable yoga.

KOSEI MORI, the teacher, is short compared with Europeans. He is 40 years old, married, with three children. The hall in which the class is being taken is not simply a hired hall, but Kosei’s HOME and yoga centre. The hall is on the first floor of a building that does not appear very large from the outside, but has a small shop front displaying goods and signs to do with the classes Kosei takes. Although there were only a few people in the class we attended, being in the afternoon, Kosei estimated there were 5 to 6 hundred members associated with the centre, which is his full time work.

Because the centre has to support him and his family, Kosei charges about £1.70 per person. He also advertises, and we had first seen mention of the centre on a bus poster. In Japan, buses are full of advertisements.

From our point of view, Kosei’s approach to yoga is very modern. He does not attempt to be a guru, but has the pupil teacher relationship common in the West. The classes themselves also have to fulfil the popular demand for a situation where a group of people can practise exercises and stretches to keep physically fit and, in the case of the ladies, attractive. The centre also has treatment rooms, sells health aids such as vitamins, and is geared to peoples self help needs regarding health. So on the surface anyway, there is very little oriental mystery about the centre. Like most of the many full-time yoga centres in Japan, it caters for the practical needs of people in a large town.

However, Kosei does see his work as being something more than altering the surface shape and flexibility of people. He has travelled to India, and tries to keep his class presentation firmly based on yogic traditions. His own teacher is a Japanese man named Sahoda, who is well known in Japan for his teachings and writings on yoga. But Kosei also has links with the Sivananda Divine Life Society in India. His great ambition is to enable many people to experience the change yoga can make in their life. His statement is that “being healthy is being happy.”

Before his full time involvement with yoga Kosei was a successful fashion designer. His interest in yoga developed out of seeing that many people were beautiful on the exterior, few had the same sort of beauty within themselves. Even with most of the forms of keeping healthy, he feels they are geared only to growth and health of body, not to mind and insight into life also. His particular love of yoga arises out of his certainty that it deals with the whole person, and leads to an inner growth. “You know,” he said “that when you are using yoga something inside as well as outside is changing. This change leads toward a wider love; love to all life.”

The inner change Kosei spoke of, he felt was something of prime importance. Because of the increasing amount of individual and social breakdown, he believes a harmonious relationship with ones own being can be the most important factor in survival.

The postures Kosei used in the class were all classic postures, such as the Bow, The Triangle, The Cobra, The Plough. This, more than anything else, shows his adherence to Indian traditions. After every series of three or four stretches he led the class into one or two minutes of relaxation in the Corpse posture. At the end of the postures he used five minutes of gentle breath control, then a longer relaxation. He stresses the teaching of relaxation, during, between and after the postures. At no time during his demonstration of the postures did his face or body show any signs of strain. The actual techniques of relaxation he uses are the well know intentional relaxation by tensing and relaxing each part of the body.

Kosei has been involved in yoga for nine years and his centre open for three. Visiting his centre, in the midst of a large and busy city – Kanazawa – the most powerful impression for me was the universality of yoga in the world today. The postures, the approach, the aims, were so much the same as classes on the other side of the world, one cannot help but see the same spirit, the same breath of life in them all.

When we left the centre over an hour after we arrived, we were confronted by something I can’t imagine finding elsewhere. We had taken a taxi to the centre, and on emerging from the building, there was the same taxi waiting nearby in the busy road. As soon as he saw us he hurried out of his car to present us with an umbrella we had left in the car. For over an hour he had gone backwards and forwards in the hope of finding us again. But that is part of the yoga of Japan.

Buddhist yoga in Japan

The friends who had invited me to teach in Japan had arranged for me to meet Buddhist monks, and some teachers and practitioners of traditional Japanese techniques of health and harmony. As my visit was comparatively short these meetings could not continue to the depth I would have liked, but are nevertheless worth sharing. Just as Japan took Buddhism and developed particular facets of it in an extraordinary way, such as in Zen; so I believe other spiritual teachings and practical therapeutic techniques have been developed by the Japanese into their own forms of ‘yoga’ or ways to harmony.

The first Buddhist ‘monk’ I was taken to meet was in charge of a fairly modern sect. The monk was old but alert, completely shaven head, many gold teeth, and with a feeling of sureness and calm which is found in some old people who have come to terms with themselves and life. I was surprised and interested when Tomiko, my friend and interpreter, told me the ‘monk’ was a women. She had adopted a son who was training to be the monk of the temple when she died. Squatting on our heels we were served clear green tea and small wrapped sweets. Apparently most Buddhist sects do not have weekly or frequent services in which worshippers take part. The public only visit a temple on special occasions, such as marriage, or certain festivals during the year. This temple was different. Those who supported the temple visited frequently.

As I did not have time to gradually learn from these two monks I soon asked what particular techniques of meditation, healing or consciousness expansion they taught. Their response was very guarded and I was told the traditional Buddhist teaching that you could not find anything through the efforts of the mind or rigorous use of ‘techniques’. Several questions I asked were thrown back to me in that way, and I began to despair that I would be allowed a glimpse into the inner life of these two human beings who had devoted their lives to one of the forms of Buddhism.

Ritual instruments

I then tried a different approach. The temple had many symbolic statues and pieces of equipment very similar in appearance to Tibetan ritualistic implements. So I asked the meaning and function of some of them. At this the young male monk suddenly came alive and with much enthusiasm explained their use in the rituals. Most of them, such as the horsehair fly whisk, the bell, the incense, were used to call the notice of the spiritual world to the monk/priest, and to ward off evil influences. It seemed, from what was being said, this aspect of Buddhism saw human consciousness moved, uplifted or dashed by the forces of mind, emotion and instinct. The ritual implements focused and directed attention in ways to helpfully deal with fears and disruptive attitudes. The subtle forces of mind could thereby be led through innate difficulties and dangers to transcendence.

The cleansing breathe

I was then shown a breath technique which seems to be widely used in Japan, and preceded the practice of meditation or prayer. Sitting on ones heels, or in a cross-legged posture one takes a deep breath and imagines all the evils and sickness or darkness leaving the body as one expels the air. As one breathes in, one imagines breathing in infinity, or, breathing in from infinity. A cleaner feeling of this may arise if we imagine we are taking in some part or feeling of all things. The outbreath and in-breath, with the images of expelling darkness and inhaling all things, are repeated twice more.

By the end of the meeting we were sharing real warmth and enthusiastic contact. As I was going the young monk pointed to his fairly long hair and said “I have stopped shaving my head, for a while at least, because I have recently married.” We both shared laughter when I replied that I had already had my hair long for some time, and I was now beginning to shorten it.”

A Japanese yoga teacher

Toward the end of my stay I met two people who added much to my experience of yoga in Japan. The first was Masaharu Iwasaki, a young man who acted as my interpreter during my days in Kyoto. He works as an acupuncturist and yoga teacher. He described his yoga class as having little to do with postures, mostly taking as its theme breath control and meditations. He explained to me that one of the oldest forms of therapeutic yoga in Japan was still used by some Buddhist monks. It consisted of the patient recounting to the monk the story of their life starting from the present and moving backwards. Masaharu San stressed that particular attention was given to relationships, and the person was encouraged and helped to feel any anger, tears or pain they still had in connection with past events or people.

Later I met Yuzuru Katagiri, who is a lecturer at Kyoto Seika College. Yuzuru San taught me and explained many details of another traditional form of Japanese yoga called Seitai (pron. sayt-eye). This technique has similarities to an ancient form of yoga still taught in India called Shaktipat or Kriya yoga. Actually the roots or meaning of the word Seitai and Shakti are similar. Both words are to do with the release and direction of the biological or potential energy in our being.

The magic of Seitai

Seitai was brought up to date in recent time’s by Noguchi San, who taught it in the form I am going to describe. Also, Seitai has three forms. These are:

a) Katsugen Undo. This is the form of Seitai in which a person practises alone, or separately in a group.

b) Yuki. In this form two people work together, communicating by touch.

c) Soho. This is used only by, for instance, a doctor who is trained in Seitai. The word means operation or treatment, and the therapist does something to the body of the client.

Noguchi San taught that by the regular use of Seitai many illnesses or despondent feelings could he healed. This was done through the release of the self regulatory healing energies in ones system expressing as spontaneous movements. These energies or functions are particularly at work during sleep. They lead to movements during sleeping and dreaming. But through Seitai they are released into conscious action and increased in effectiveness. In Japan, the Katsugen Undo form of Seitai is very popular, and is often to be seen in women’s magazines and the general press. But it also has its deeply philosophical side, because Seitai can lead to personal experience of what religion and spiritual teachings speak of.

Outwardly the practise of Seitai appears to be very simple. Here are the basic movements of Katsugen Undo.

1. Kneeling on the floor without shoes or restricting or tight clothing, sit on the heels. With awareness and quiet place fingertips on solar plexus. This is to help oneself test or be aware of whether this area is relaxed.

When ready, breathe in, and as the breath is released allow the head and trunk to relax forward to the floor. Also, imagine breathing out evil, ill health or inner darkness.

While the head is down, relax until ready to come up. Then repeat the process until a deeper feeling of relaxation comes. Noguchi taught that it is permissible during this to yawn. In fact yawning is the sign relaxation deepening.

2) This movement is much more dynamic. Sitting on heels turn head and shoulders to the right. At the same time lift hips from heels slightly, perhaps three or four inches, and breathe in. Hold the position for a moment then suddenly let the breath out powerfully and drop back on to the heel’s bringing head and trunk to centre again.

Repeat this to alternate sides until you feel you have satisfied yourself in the movement. If one side feels more difficult than the other do the last twist to that side.

3) Now place thumbs in the palms of hands and hold down tightly with fingers. Raise the arms so the upper arms are horizontal, with hands up, still sitting on heels. On a slow out-breath gather tension or strength to the base of the back of the neck by pulling head and arms slightly back. Then suddenly relax and drop arms. This is to be done no more than three times.

4) As soon as the last movement is finished take on a relaxed and allowing state of body and mind. Let the body, breathe, voice and feelings move as spontaneous impulse suggests. Do not attempt to think what to do, but allow your being to move or relax from its own sensations and feelings. Any movement is permissible, so one does not have to stay in the kneeling position. This is the most important part of Katsugen Undo and Seitai as a whole, and half an hour or more can be given to the movements arising. As one learns to put the mind into a watching, non interfering state, ones being can be allowed to doodle freely, and perform its healing, releasing and balancing action. Perhaps gradually or very soon, it will be seen that although the movements and feelings are non volitional or irrational, a theme of action arises, sometimes very creatively. But beware of trying to direct what occurs into making sense. That simply limits the action. Be content to leave this space of time open for ones being to do whatever occurs, even if it is quite meaningless.

Noguchi San wrote, “There are some who try to force difficult thoughts into the heads of little children. Soon having enough the children will only tire and yawn. Some try to force nutrients into sickly persons. But a living creature only takes into itself what meets its own ability.”

Japanese Landscapes

Everywhere I went in Japan I saw forest covered mountains. I was told they could not be cleared of trees to be farmed because the soil is so sandy the rains would soon erode them. The tree covered peaks became for me a symbol of the spiritual life. While in Japan I experienced a great sense of liberation, my spirit free from clinging, and seeing the mountains, being near to them increased this feeling, lifting it up. I imagined pilgrims of the past walking into the mountains as they let go of the worldly life; climbing into a joy with their staff and robe. So on one of my last evenings in Kyoto a friend and I left the town and climbed into the hills. We sat among trees on one slope, looking across a small valley to the brooding presence of the mountains opposite. Sitting huddled together against the evening and the occasional rain the darkness came as we talked and watched.

The God of the Jungle

Some time past eleven we decided to walk down to look at some of the Temples and shrines on the lower hillside. We knew the path quite well because we had been along it in daylight on another occasion. Picking our way in single file through the jungle we came to a clearing. We both knew two stone monuments stood at the far edge of the clearing, we had examined them in detail the day before. But suddenly both of us were stopped by the sense of a powerful presence. She reached out for my hand, and we stood experiencing but not seeing, something immense over and around the stones. I felt as if I had been privileged to stumble upon a jungle clearing in which a god dwelt, and it was around such the ancients built temples. This was a jungle god of death, related to the forces of the earth and the decay of vegetation and life amidst the trees. It seemed to me I was standing near something akin to a humming cable carrying enormous electricity, and I felt the same care and respect one would have in that situation.

My friend later wrote:

“Sitting before the mountain, listening, I heard you saying all was just a feather blowing in the wind. This sentence came over me as a strong feeling. I looked up at the hills along the valley through the night, and I knew in that moment –

You are not held by any arms.

No arms of final answers.

No arms of any beginning.

From shell to shell to shell.

Through a corridor, but without walls,

Who is your destiny, but without path

You are going along a valley

Through a night

Who is endless transparent.

Then we met the stones, who faced me without face. I was terrified and could not answer. But beside, in the small tree, I heard the voice of a bird, and what it was singing was life-death; twisted together in the same breath. Why this bird goes on singing? Why are we born? Feel it.”

The eternal decaying spirit of life

For me, as I stood and felt the impact of this eternal yet decaying spirit of life, I understood that in some way it was created out of the energies of nature by the collective life experience and veneration of generations of Japanese men and women. It was the essence of their experience in regard to death and eternity, collected through the long years of human life in the jungles of Asia. To touch this god with consciousness as we were doing was to have the honour of sharing the collective wisdom of the Japanese spirit.

My friend goes on to say – “we went on, and before we came to the abandoned door, we saw the jungle in the twilight. It was the same place we saw at noon in the daylight; but now it was all changed. I felt it as the voice of the bird: as a wickerwork of light and shadows, as a life death place. Then in the morning beside you I heard the same bird singing before the window; but now so beautifully, so life-fully as I had never heard a bird singing before. It was the counterpoint to the night-bird voice.

“Back in Kanazawa I stayed writing nearly day and night for not to burst, because the experience of that night exploded in me like a volcano. When I had almost written all out of me I recognised this was like an inner experience of the beginning of the Ten Ox herding Pictures: searching for the ox…. lost in the jungle… seeing the traces….. by the stream and under the tree….. seeing the ox….. and, on yonder branch a nightingale was cheerfully singing. What we heard actually the Japanese nightingale called uginsa.”

Impending sense of death

My own next day was full also. It was spent alone, my only companion being the most powerful sense of impending death I had ever experienced. I recognised this as an almost certain consequence of coming so near to such a powerful archetype, but I still felt death would arrive soon. Yet I made peace with death, and felt ready and willing if it came. Then in the late afternoon I had an urge to enter the mountain jungle again, to find the greater feeling of liberation. I walked up out of a suburb of Kyoto, along a quiet pathway by the side of a canal. No people were about. Houses were set back distant from the canal. And as I walked by, my feet quiet in the dust, the dogs barked. In my being I felt they knew that death had passed near, and had called out. But I could find no path into the jungle, it was fenced, only one to a Buddhist Temple graveyard. Eventually I turned back, feeling the loneliness and sadness of my journey. Then suddenly the presence was gone. Perhaps for a while I had taken a closer walk with the spirit of death and renewal. We had become more fully acquainted, and it had passed on into the jungle I was not yet to enter again.

The next day I journeyed across Japan and from a lifting jet plane I said a sincere Sayonara – Goodbye, feeling showered by blessings.

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