Silence Returns and Nature Blooms

Long-term interest rates rose to 1.855% at one point. In the government bond market, the yield on the newly issued 10-year bond, a benchmark for long-term interest rates, rose to 1.855% at one point. According to Japan Bond Trading Co., this is the highest level in about 17 and a half years, since June 2008. The 5-year bond rose to 1.375%, and the long-term interest rate rose to 1.87%, marking a new 17-year high. The Bank of Japan has hinted at the possibility of raising interest rates this month. Bitcoin fell by $4,000 in two hours, and large-scale liquidations are occurring once again. Ignoring the financial news and walking through the streets in December, the air feels strangely clear. The continental waves that once seemed like they might knock you over have vanished as if the tide had gone out. The giant screens in front of the station and the duty-free shops in Ginza are wrapped in a somewhat nostalgic silence. Even when the continental government dangles the threat of "economic sanctions" or shouts about "halting cultural exchange," the expressions of the people walking the streets were surprisingly calm. No one is angry. No one is afraid. I just get the feeling that somewhere, they are smiling quietly. The law of the mirror is, in a sense, ruthless. If you strangle someone with anger, you strangle yourself. If you brandish fear, you are swallowed by fear. That is why we no longer wait to see "what the other side will do." Without needing to recall the end of the Soviet Union, outdated power carries its own coffin. Perhaps that is already clear to everyone's eyes. Even as the yen continues to weaken and prices soar, the voices crying out for someone to stop it have diminished. The chains of dependency are breaking with a sound. Many people are beginning to realize that the answer was not outside, but at their own feet, deep within their hearts, and in the morning prayers.

Consciousness is no longer about money. It is not about the economy, authority, political parties, large corporations, large hospitals, or academic backgrounds. The Democratic Party, the Communist Party, the Liberal Democratic Party, the shadow of Epstein Island, and the traps of honey pots are all just the lingering glow of the same old stage. The world is tasting a deep, deep chaos just before the order changes. Yet, at the bottom of that chaos, there is the scent of new soil. Can you not smell the freshly tilled, moist, and rich soil? Young people on the continent are distancing themselves from the Communist Party, and young people in Japan are distancing themselves from the Liberal Democratic Party. Under the same sky, the same quiet awakening is happening. Eventually, the yen will naturally return to a stronger state, and the dollar will return to being just paper. Symbols of power will disappear without a sound, according to the principles of the era. The silence of the streets is not just because there are fewer people. It is because the noise in our hearts has decreased. We no longer need to resent anyone. We no longer need to cling to anyone. We just need to polish our own mirrors, stand on our own feet, and choose our own smiles. Even as we enter the final month of the year, the warm evenings carry a hint of spring. Thank you. This country will likely continue to create a new world together, slowly, for generations to come.

When the tide goes out
On December 5th, the Gemini full moon floats in the sky, and the moon wanes toward the new moon once again. The sun and the moon face each other directly, throwing cold light at one another as they quietly drift apart. The fire of the full moon lit in the sixth house shakes the shadows of war, employment, and disease. Yet, a grand water trine holds hands gently at the bottom of the deep sea. Jupiter in Cancer is as warm as a mother's lap. Saturn in Pisces is as quiet as the sound of a distant bell. Mercury in Scorpio bites its lip, sinking words that no one will hear deep into its chest. Mars in Sagittarius stains the twelfth house the color of blood, and the unseen ones let out their final cries. Yet, the distorted 150-degree thread with Jupiter forcibly stitches together connections that were not meant to be, and Saturn in Pisces pours cold water on it. The fire vanishes without a sound.