Great Construction
The Mystery That Is Me
One thing always on my mind is that I do believe that not since the beginning of the world has there been anyone as intriguing, as mysterious, as I. Indeed, all parts of my life are intriguing. Since even I myself think so, for those around me to imagine what I am really like is probably akin to the proverbial group of blind men around the elephant. There are just too many mysterious aspects.
But interestingly, among that for which human beings yearn, what raises the most interest is mysteriousness, mysticism. Mystery is present within all things. When anthropologists study ancient ruins and the lives of primitive peoples, it is because they want to investigate the mysteries of those times. Scientists specialize in, research, and take apart physical phenomena. They study how something comes out of nothing and seek to know the principles of that such as what is involved with the discovery of the atom and molecular conversion, and this effort results from their desire to expose the mystery of matter. Medical researchers spend their whole lives bending over and peering into microscopes dissecting corpses and conducting experiments on animals for the purpose of delving into the mysteries of life. Astronomers constantly peer through telescopes at the heavens, throwing themselves into the study of heavenly bodies, weather phenomena, climate, and so forth. In other fields, those such as historians and geographers pursue similar goals. And in the same way do persons of literature and the arts seek the mystery of art for artistic inspiration. Thus, although the form of the specialized field may differ, there is no difference in the desire for mystery.
In another direction, romantic love between men and women is a mystical fascination. The coming into contact, the swaying and jolting of the waves of emotion, and the difficulty of parting that go along with mutual love, in some cases even bringing about the sacrifice of life, is indeed mysterious. In such a way it could be said that human beings are continually wrestling with mystery. Indeed, mystery is not to be known by either learning nor logic. The power of mystery is limitless. Thus it would be fair to say that even for the progress of culture, the pursuit of mystery is a fundamental condition. Among the various mysteries, that which should be described as the ultimate is faith. It would be no exaggeration to say that the mystery of the faith in divinities and buddhas exceeds that of love. Still, even to speak of religions, apart from one section of existing religions, the reality today is that it can probably be said that there is nothing mysterious about religions. Naturally, when they were founded, their founders probably presented with many aspects of mystery, but over the period of time, these mysteries were laid bare. It is in these circumstances that New Religions show a great amount of mystery, and even though they are being given a great amount of grief, it is the reality that New Religions are developing greatly and overwhelming existing religions today. The situation is as the difference between a wife of many years and the young lady who is a bright, new bride.
But of course different New Religions have varying degrees of mystery, and I am not singing my own praises when I state that there is probably no religion with mystery to such a high degree as World Messianity. This can be most readily acknowledged by simply looking at the rapid growth of World Messianity. As I am the center of the miracles in World Messianity, the abundance of the mystical power that dwells within me is most likely impossible to imagine, so I want myself to be known as much as possible, but this explanation is exceedingly difficult. The only thing that can be done is for individuals after a certain point to learn at their respective levels of awareness. They should polish their bodies and souls and gain enlightenment. Now, I will take myself apart and expose the unvarnished truth from various aspects.
An Account of Myself, unpublished, 1952
translated by cynndd* * *
“Watakushi no Shinpi” is one of five manuscripts that was written to be included as a chapter in a book to be titled Watakushi Monogatari (“My Tale”) by Meishu-sama, which is purported to be from sometime in 1952, and even though a book with such a name was never published while Meishu-sama was alive, in mid-1952 “Watakushi no Shinpi” was read along with “Jobun (Watakushi Monogatari)” at meetings of Meishu-sama with members on May 25, 26, and 27, 1953, although as usually happened, was never published in the periodicals. “Watakushi no Shinpi” has appeared in translation. Citation is given below for reference.
“The Mystery of Me,” Light from the East, Volume 2, page 251, 1986.