A Story of How Learning Changed My Past

It is not the case that what happened in the past

can never be changed no matter how much you struggle.



In spiritual studies,



it is said that the past, future, and present

all exist in the same dimension,

and by changing your current consciousness,

you can change your memories of the past

however you like.

In the first place, the concept of timeis quite ambiguous,



and it is said that the flow of time

cannot be called absolute.

Regarding this,






my mentor, Mr. Yutaka Matsuda,

explains it in detailin his past videos.From the perspective of the universe,


the flow of time is quite arbitrary,



and he says it is unreasonable

to force your own life to match the speed of a clock



that humans invented in the first place.

When you continue to learn

about the past, future, and the concept of time

from a cosmic perspective,

memories of events that occurred in the past

are rewritten into different events

in the blink of an eye.





This time, I will record

how my own memories actually changed.

The feeling of contempt that sprouted toward my father

My father, who was an old-fashioned craftsman,

was a spirited man who never said no to a request,

but his vanity and love for alcohol were his flaws.




On his way home from the bar, he would always bring someone back,

and a drinking party would begin in our house.

For me as a child,




this was a huge nuisance,

and I would be sent to bed even when I wasn't sleepy,

and on those nights, the faces of my siblings

would also be dark and gloomy.

One of the drinking companions




was an old man my father called "Sei-san."

I didn't like this "Sei-san."



Because he was always hunched over,



his chubby body looked even rounder,
and with the white hair remaining on the back of his head

and thick glasses due to extreme nearsightedness,

he always wore the same clothes,

which were a mix of sweat and dust,
giving off a foul odor.
Because he had lost an arm in the war,

when he got drunk, he couldn't support his body,
and it was not uncommon for the alcohol in his cup

to be spilled onto the tatami mats.

As a child, I feared

this appearance and behavior.




At the same time, I gradually came to resent

my father for bringing home such scary adults.


My father then had an accident

and entered a long period of recuperation.

Because he was in and out of the hospital,




naturally,

he lost his job.



For my father, who was a craftsman,

this was unbearable.

His unbearable feelings




turned toward alcohol,

and eventually, most of his internal organs



stopped functioning,

and he passed away at the age of 55.

My father's decline was also

the beginning of our family's poverty.



My teenage years were only maintained



by welfare.

As a result, my father was engraved in me as



a pathetic existence who forced a life of poverty upon us,



and as an object of contempt.

Even so, what "give" means

While continuing my spiritual studies,

I learned things like: if you want to attract something, give first;


and that the joy of giving is the same
for both the rich and the poor.


The Buddhist practice of alms-begging



is also meant to teach us

this joy of giving.

Among the quotes by Mother Teresa





that Mr. Matsuda cites,there are some that preach the nobility of continuing to give.

As I learned these things,



I was made to realize that the feelings of contempt

I held toward my father's actions were wrong.

"Sei-san," whom I found creepy

and feared, had lost his family in the war,



so despite his old age, he had no relatives,

and because he had no arm,



he couldn't find a decent job.

His strong body odor might have been caused

by not being able to bathe every day.

My father always smiled and responded

to this old man who looked bad and had no money.

Perhaps coming to our house





was the only joy

for "Sei-san."




My father was giving him that joy

without reservation.

Naturally, he hadn't studied




the spiritual world,

and he even hated religion,



so I don't think his actions

were taught by anyone.

When I realized this,

the father I should have despised

vanished in an instant,



and he was reborn

as a new object of respect.

I can't say it's easy,

but I cannot do the same thing as my father.

Bringing poor people into the house,



prioritizing the other person's joy

over the inconvenience to the family—

hidden within my father was something noble

that cannot be measured by common sense.

It was truly



the moment when my current consciousness was rewritten,



changing the past event.

The event that happened in the past itself

cannot be changed,but by changing the side of us



that receives the event,

it exists again



as a completely different event.

If you stay in the same dimension,

the past also

only exists in that same dimension,





but if you change your dimension,

the past also changes its dimension and exists.

That the past, future, and present



can be whatever you want

through dimension shifting—




this was an event that made me realize

that this is what it means.

Suffering in the past

could be resolved

by changing your current self;



it was a simple thing.

Thank you for reading this far.

May wonderful things

shower down upon you




again and again.