Death is a false friend for it is transient. Place the golden scarab on the chest. When all the lights dim and the moths replace the candle light with embers of suffrage, let the tombs close. Upon that certain hour as the scarabs eyes brighten with the last breath of the dead, the heart will beat again to answer a committees call. Veins like vessels for rivers of blood will rush to the chest and fall into deltas connected to the heart. As the scarab takes flight, the eyes of the capstone will flutter alive like the wings of butterfly.


There are worlds beyond worlds. There are Gods that speak in different sacred languages. There is a beyond in the endless vastness of space where there is a reconstructed affirmative echo of the speeches of the souls that mirror Gods eternal grace of immortality. With each breath and path that has been selectively chosen on Earth, an establishment is founded upon our disciplined actions of the good. The effect of our causes is weighed and measured with golden scales of the lightness of our hearts.


In a personable mind that is in synchronized with the temple or the body that is the temple of one's Chi and balanced with one's healthy heart, is a person who is receptive to new schools of thought with the solidity of a foundation.


Anger leads to haste and haste leads to a lack of good judgement and a lack of good judgement brings about hate and hate brings about defeat for there is a lack of wisdom with the attributes of hate. Do not let anger overwhelm good judgement.


At the end of the silk road there is a lake a top a mountain whom is guarded by the clouds.
The rain had conjured up the lake. By the lake, a harp played by the wind sang the notes to the tune of the wings of a hummingbird in flight near a waterfall on the other side of the mountain.


Death is a false friend for it transcends human understanding. Place the golden scarab on the chest, when all the lights dim and the moths replace the candle light with embers of suffrage, let the tombs close. Upon that certain hour as the scarabs eyes brighten with the last breaths of the dead, the heart will beat again to answer a committees call. Veins like rivers of blood will rush to the chest and fall into deltas connected to the heart. As the scarab takes flight, the eye lids of the scarab will flutter alive like the wings of a butterfly.


Three bees on an arrow. With my last arrow, I witnessed three bees in the line of my sight, guarding a bear whom was saved not by the moments hesitation, yet by the emblem of the maker's mark on my sword, a Knight chess piece.


A striking eagle took flight through the mountainous clouds, as thunder struck a mill in a field, elks locked horns, and ships crashed, and the waves of the sea dissipated into the edge of the world.


As the tanks tread over the skeletal remains of the dead, the dust from the crushed skulls mixed with the exhaust of the war machine. A war machine that beckoned soldiers to enlist and serve the cause. Weary and tired eyes witnessed the bombed out grand palaces of barons and dukes. The disarray called soldiers to hearken to their past, a past long ago where there were forests, trees, and flowers that bloomed.


In the realm of the General's quarters, candles on candelabras light with the gesture of a nod as black armored knights keep watch from adjacent towers for enemy encampments.


The guardians guard is a shield of iron elevated with floral designs, completed by a master craftsman of a blacksmith. Intricate and symmetrical designs encircle the center that is a relief of an owl. The iron for the sword was gathered from the melting of iron statues that held a globe that rotated in water. The Sword was cast in lava and cooled with the blood of our enemies, and hammered with the blessing of Thor.


In an orchestrated symphony, with synchronicity, the hammer struck the forging sword, as lightning struck with each strike of the hammer. When the sword was near completion, the thunder gave way to the rain and the sounds of the rain on the window pane echoed the future tears of the families of the enemies killed in battle should the sword be wielded in war.


At twilight the regiments assembled with the organised skills of a unison and of a heavenly bestowed entity, as the Generals awaited the ordained approval of the decimation of the enemy.


In the eerie desselt lanscape of the post war, smoke from heapes of rumble gave to the air in what was once smoldering infernos of buildings bombed by desending planes that gave no resignation to their orders of the inhilation of the enemy.


With a bellowing roar the dragon scorched the forest with a continuous fire that was only interupted with the dragon’s breath.


Methodical and strategic thinking and the applied implementation of it in warfare, in most cases will bring about victory, though the main ingredient for victory is righteousness.


Gather the facts, make an assessment, reach a conclusion, implement policy.


Justified authority, rather than just authority.


Wisdom should accompany knowledge.


Conclusions based on speculation of your opponents maneuvers cannot be a summary
of assumptions reached only by individual perspective.


The candle atop a skull lit the room as old frail hands gripped a book on wisdom. The page was read aloud, as it reverberated in the mind of the old man. The page read "an imposing might with wisdom does not always mean a threat...” 


...I entered, the room was black with a single candle that lit room. A voice approached and the wind from the shutting of the door as I left, split the candle in two, I sheathed my sword and continued on my journey…


...after I left, the candle was lit again.


As the sword pierced the knights armour, inside the drops falling blood, a world where fleets of ships that are about to embark on a composed sea that would give to turmoil and endless rain on the enemy's house should the knight be greeted with death.
On command, the ships ready for a voyage of attack towards the mercenaries that drew blood, they awaited their orders,
resolute to darken the sky like a thousand ravens in flight.


The enemy approached without the respect of the conduct of a true warrior, and as my sword withdrew from his armour, it took his last breath to the hilt of my sword, the blood splatter of my dying foe inscribed "Bushido," on my armour.


In the black veil of a moonless night with only stars to guide, samurais leaped and sprinted in silence as the enemy grappled with smoke, the silence was only broken with the unsheathing of swords.


Shadows of clouds partitioned the moon as the jewels of the eyes of my bear pelt glimmered with the beams of light of the night sky. I gathered in the material realm the burning of sage that I inhaled, the smoke cleared and the fog dissapaited and the bears were no where to be seen. All the silence broke with permeating sound of wolves howling to tune of the moon's visible light, with scarce clouds, the string of my bow created a single tune that silenced the night and brought slumber.


The ambassador's emissaries sent a delegate with two letters, one a red wax sealed letter with their emblem and with the blood of fallen soldiers, the decree with a peaceful objective, if both sides agree to an amicable temporary suspension of fighting, and if rejected, the other letter with a red wax seal with the enemies emblem and with the blood of their fallen soldiers, announcing total annihilation.


When Achilles ascended to the heavens, the blood of those in pursuit poured red and gleaming with magnificient timely perscion from the sheared off leadges of the rock formations that were parts of a towering mountain that plateaued above the clouds, a place where all the powers where configured in the orb of one sceptor.


Like a leaf to drops of rain, in flight the eagle's wings fluttered in the high altitude of snow covered mountains. As the eagle dived to the earth, amidst the mountains, forests, and trees, a lake reflected the moon and the traveling shadow reflected by the eagle in flight, over the calm waters of the lake, for a fleeting moment the eagle's traveling shadow was in alignment
with the moon's reflection on the surface of the lake.


The virtues of a sunflower. In a desolate corner of a garden, a sunflower rejoices in solitude. With the calm rise of the sun echoed in nature, we rejoice at this sacred anthem. The rain felt neglected and brought a storm to bare. The wind cleared the clouds as the thunder dissipated. The day was at twilight when the moon and sun were visible. The moon was not neglected for the sunflower bowed as it rose, for the moon knew that it was illuminated by the sun's existence. 


Being respectful and kind does not deplete from power.


The enigmatic sounds conjured by the effects of the rustling branches and leaves against windows, to a backdrop of a howling wind, set the scene for the arrival of a long and cold night.


The bats in the Cathedral's bell tower took to flight as the soldiers awoke to the ringing sounds of the bells of the Cathedral's tower.


With standing time, with awareness of all its surrounding the eagle with striking and refined precision, dived to the earth through the clouds and made unclear the blurred background. And as the eagle went from which it came, the mountain top above the clouds, no one rested for they knew his keen eyes.

The erecensonsonble of the uncharted congregate of the crests of waves that stir at the whim of a summer storm,

leisurely erode rocks and boulders on the shores.

Let us awaken to the chariot that carries the sun across the endless sea. In awe inspiring mythos of the monument placed in Carnac that were reconstructed in a new land of endless grace, let us all heed the care and wonder of the ships that have paved the voyage.



My dreams are grains of sand, and compiled they create and an ocean's wave, wave upon wave of an oasis amongst the heat of the wind driven dunes of a placid sky with a searing sun.

The greater good in military terminology. Viewing the overall direction and picture while simultaneously paying attention to incremental moves and the ability to estimate the opponent's next maneuver. Like playing Chess but without losing the lower ranking soldiers. Think about Chess in a virtual hologram of a battle field and add the power of Air superiority, deployment of troops with technically sound capabilities and astute leadership with the ability to coordinate Air power without collateral damage,

and unlike Chess there are no disposable assets.

Do not linger in the past, you will forget to live in the now, and when you live in the now do not forget to plan for the future.

The summation of an order of a formulaic process is systematic, thorough and smart hard work in the correct line, equals goals accomplished.

There is a pervasive systematic and organic formulaic blueprint of sorts that defy conventional thinking about the world randomness. Often these occurrences of the mundane and circumstantial, or happenstance are delegated into the realm of organic nature of the world and conventional thinkings decree is that what is happenstance or organic does not have a formula, though I see it, I cannot yet show others in that, the formulaic system is in the personification of the individuals experience.

It is not tangible, it is palpable through other human senses that we are not keen on exercising.

A flower of such beauty invoked by name and appearance in gardens of the mind and in nature, is the only flower other than the rose to have a name of such beauty that is befitting the chrysanthemum.

The intrepidation sets in at these social events where people with the incredulity of higher being cast aside all, except their own reaffirmation of having the brightest peacock feathers.

The sound of the mission's bell ringing were drowned out by the sound of police sirens, lost train of thought. A morning cigarett and an glass of ice tea, gathering my thoughts when a crow squawked and I thought of what grandmother used to say about crows and villagers washing their clothes, "the crows will steal your soap," that always stayed with me. What does a crow want with soap?,

other than to be mischievous and cause trouble for the villagers, some people are just like that.

Anger gives way to strength and irrationality. You do not want an angry opponent.

The existential question to those that don't bend to the wind in storms, is this; will the comforts of death bring you better understanding?, for even a stone erodes in the face a formidable foe, erosion, learns of his plight, and vast canyons that were once mountains, become accustomed to the wind and the rain.

Distance gives perspective, not only in the drafting world but in the metaphorical as well.

An immaculate moon presided over the mountain tops. Lakes enclosed with pine trees added to the cool breeze of the midnight air. The sounds of an awakened forest made weary night travelers, or novices to the wilderness.

Near the sea, a spider's web acknowledged the breeze of the morning, as light emanated on the drops of water from the rain, in the right light you could see the translucent colors of a single strand of the pearl of the web emanate all the colors of the spectrum in the drops of rain.

A red oleander tree covered in snow dotted the snow capped mountain. Bone chilling wind howled like hungry wolves at a full moon. I came across a broken arrow, and when I picked it up I noticed drops of blood in the snow. As I followed the drops of blood they grew in circumference. Then I came across pools of steaming blood. My belly became warm as I approached. The man had already passed with a sword in one hand and the other an open palm. I placed the broken arrow in his palm and closed his hand, and then I tilted his head back and put two coins on his eyes, his mouth opened and the warmth from his body let out steam in cold air. I took his sword and put his palms together then I knelt down and whispered "I will avenge your death.”


A breath to a single strand of hay attracts ninety bees, they resembled a dandelion. I closed my eyes for another breath and a wish, but then thought about the consequences. It is better to be poor man and happy than to be rich and miserable.


In the tundra of flat and deseselet snow covered lakes and earth, where the cold wind blew swirls of granule ice, there were snowbanks in the distance. A single blood red rose of snow had emerged atop the snow covered ground. Each pedal frozen in time with frost, only to be again in the next season when the warmth of the sun reawakens.


This Poem is entitled "Dumb luck."- In the study in the house I grew up in, was a zebra pelt. The zebra pelt hung on the wall in the study. The black and white stripes of the zebra pelt had become intersected due to a hungry lion that had once pawed the hind of the zebra. The zebra's hind had healed many years before a hunter hunted the zebra down.


We sought the Oracle's advice as we had preparepared for the onslaught of our foe's attack upon the city walls. Sage advice given, and sage advice taken. The Oracle's temple sat atop the highest mountain just right outside the city gates. Her temple filled with the smell of burning incense, and in the center of a rotunda held up by Corinthian columns, there was a circular hole on the ground that permeated hallucinogenic smoke. The Oracle offered us these words, "Seldom do the unprovoked lead their people to be victorious.”


In the reflection of the glass of an hourglass, i viewed a thousand sunsets in your eyes. As the sunsets gave way to a brilliant blue sky that mixed with with the colors of a yellow sun, my love remained though the sands in the hour glass were long gone.


I always watch the coffee when I stir it when I pour my cream in, it reminds me of the storm on Jupiter. Unsettled, and unresolved for as long as time can remember, but most of the times I am content like the rings of Saturn, or still like a fox poised to pounce at a hare. Convoluted and coiled like a cobra to a snake charmers movement of flute, there usually aren't any second chances.

I was in kindergarten in the front yard waiting for my dad to pick me up. In the front yard there was a walnut tree, i decided to climb the tree. I plucked walnuts and put them in my pocket. My dad arrived, he called out my name but I hesitated to answer. Finally I said "I am up here dad, in the tree," he told me to get down. I climbed down from the walnut tree and noticed my hands were black from the walnuts.

The hammer of his revolver was already cocked back. A tumbleweed stumbled across his path, but he paid it no mind. He walked into the saloon and there some tables of card players and some men at bar. Pistol in one hand and an unfolded wanted poster in the other, he knew he had found one eyed Floyd. Shots rang out, bullets collided, and bullet to bullet, everyone was a match.

The Ninja

22 SEPT 93


Oriental prototype of the cloak-and-dagger man.



W. M. Trengrouse

What cowboys have been to U.S. entertainment, the Ninja -- the stealers in -- are in contemporary Japan. But a Ninja is less like a cowboy than a dirty-dealing Superman. Originally a medieval cult of unconventional warrior-spies, as presented in the vogue now sweeping Japan from toddlers to grandparents they have the power to turn themselves into stones or toads, are as invisibly ubiquitous as gremlins, and can do things like jumping ten-foot walls and walking on water.

Television carries Ninja dramas from morning until night, kabuki and the serious stage put on Ninja plays, eighteen Ninja movies were made in 1963 and 1964, bookstores carry two hundred fiction and non-fiction titles on the occult art, children's comic books and the adult pulps are loaded with their adventures, toy stores sell Ninja masks and weapons, and even Kellogg's corn flakes has a Ninja mask on the box. It has got to the point that kindergarten classes have been asked to pledge they will not play Ninja, the police are plagued by moppet bands of Ninja, and hardly a castle wall in Japan has not been attacked by amateur Ninja scalers.

The legend of the stealers -- in as much a part of Japanese culture as Robin Hood and King Arthur are of the English -- has a reasonably firm if little researched basis in history, and its artifacts can be seen even today. The supernatural powers of the popular Ninja character are only an exaggeration of some remarkable accomplishments of his prototype, some of them strangely similar to things we regard as peculiarly modern. The Ninja did practice the art of invisibility -- ninjutsu -- through choice of clothes and other quite natural means. The inventions they used in their profession anticipated the skin diver's snorkel and fins, the collapsible boat, K-rations, the four-pronged scatter spike for traffic sabotage, tactical rockets, and water skis.


The Ninja most probably began with a group of "mountain ascetics" who lived in the hills around Kyoto and Nara when those towns were the capitals of Japan and Buddhism was being established. The Ninja beliefs and practices show the influence of Buddhism (with a mixture of Shinto), of the Chinese way of hand fighting, and of the ancient writings of the Chinese Sun Tzu, with his emphasis on spies and on stratagems, deception operations.1 By the end of the Nara period (710-784) this cult of mountaineers (Yama-bushi, those who sleep among the mountains), who were "men of lower caste representing the crude side of religion, ... exercised a great influence upon the people by appealing directly to vulgar ideas and superstitions."2 Occult and dreaded, they lived and taught their blend of Buddhism (mainly of the Tendai and Shingon sects, the latter dealing in mystic hymns and secret formulas) and Shinto on such mountains as Koya and Hiei. They inducted young men into their secret orders, and they came down to the villages to get contributions in return for doing magical cures through formulas and medicines.

But their miracles were not enough to protect them in the face of government hostility to the cult, and the priests turned to guerrilla warfare, versing themselves in what was to become bujutsu, the martial art of eighteen methods -- karate, bojutsu, kenjutsu, and so on -- to protect their shrines and temples. These had been established twenty miles to the east of Nara at Iga-Ueno, then a farming village situated on a broad tableland rimmed by mountains. The area was so poor and isolated that it was not deemed worth fighting for by the warring landlords of Nara and Kyoto, and so it went by default to the mountaineer cult. Here ninjutsu became an independent art.

Before the end of the Heian period (794-1185), the first book treating ninjutsu appeared, written by the great Genji warrior Yoshitsune Minamoto (1159-1189), the "Book of Eight Styles of Kurama." Mt. Kurama, a training station of the mountain ascetics, was where Yoshitsune mastered his arts as a child. This book emphasizes the art of flying -- Yoshitsune is believed to have been a great jumper -- and the use of shock troops. It first distinguished among the three arts of strategy, bujutsu, and ninjutsu. Although ninjutsu was still embryonic, it was established as an art by Yoshitsune's "book of ninjutsu," so referred to and extant today.

The Iga area was so impoverished that families often killed their children, particularly girls, and they could not get their whole livelihood from farming. On the other hand adults, or any who could perform adult labor, were valuable. Warfare in the plains of Iga therefore tended to be carried on by stealth rather than by bloodshed. The mountain priests would teach the head of a strong family their secret arts, and these would be passed from a father to his sons, who might also visit the wilderness temples for indoctrination. Even today, says playwright-novelist Tomoyoshi Murayama, the people of Iga are known as sly, tricky, and crafty.

Three grades of Ninja sprang up -- the jonin (leader), who was head of a strong family, the chunin (middle class), a skilled Ninja, and the genin (lowest), a day laborer in ninjutsu. As the people of Iga became known for Ninja, fighting landlords in the period of the civil wars from the middle of the fourteenth to the end of the sixteenth century called upon the town for spies and warriors. There were two major families there, each having about three hundred Ninja. In addition, another settlement at Koga, some twelve miles away, had fifty-three families of roughly equal rank with a smaller number of Ninja. The heads of the Iga forces were jonin, those in Koga only chunin.

Masashige Kusunoki, the warrior genius of the latter part of the 14th century, is regarded as the father of advanced ninjutsu. Like Yoshitsune Minamoto, he had learned the basics of the science from mountain ascetics as a child, but unlike him used Ninja not only for attack but also for defense and peacetime purposes. According to Iga historian Heishichiro Okuse, he had forty-eight Ninja under him who spied in Kyoto, Osaka, and Kobe. One of his exploits, reducing an impregnable fortress, was accomplished by locating the enemy's supply route, killing the bearers, dressing his Ninja in their armor, and sending them on, bearing bags of arms. When the gates swung open the Ninja struck and set fire to the castle. On another occasion, after vainly trying to defend his castle from attack, he was found dead in his armor by the attackers, his personal Ninja crying over the body. But while the enemy were celebrating their triumph, Kusunoki, who of course had only been feigning death, arose and crushed them.


"Two Hundred Techniques"3
The Ninja's garb was all black. He wore a black cloth wrapped in turban style about his head and covering his mouth and jaw. His cloak was full-sleeved, and the arms ended in gauntlets. Chain mesh armor was often worn beneath it. The pants were baggy, tied above the ankle. Even the socks (tabi) and sandals (zori) were black, with cotton padding on the bottom of the zori for stealthy walking. The clothes were filled with hidden pockets.

The traditional samurai sword was often shortened to leave room in the bottom of the scabbard for poisonous dust or blinding-powder which could be hurled into an enemy's face. The hilt was likely to be square across, with a long light cord attached, so that the sword could be leaned against a wall as a first step in scaling and then pulled up afterwards.

In traveling, the Ninja usually carried the following equipment: a straw hood for covering his face except for small holes to see through; a rope and hook for climbing; a stone pen for writing on walls; medical and food pills (including hydrogen pellets a half inch in diameter made of carrot extract, soda powder, wheat flour, mountain potatoes, herbs, and rice powder--two or three a day would sustain the Ninja for ten days); thirst-allaying tablets made of palm fruit, sugar, and barley; medicine to prevent frozen fingers; a lighter flint; and a black three-foot towel which could be used in climbing, to hide the face, or to carry water purifiers or poison absorbed from secret mixtures into which its ends had been dipped.

One type of weapon was shuriken, missiles which he could hurl with pinpoint accuracy for thirty feet. Usually he had nine of these, either metal knives six or so inches long or disks in the shape of stars, comets, swastikas, or crosses. Another was the bamboo pole fitted with a hook for climbing or with a balled chain for attack. More subtle were hollowed eggs containing dried jellyfish, toads' eggs, powdered snake grass, and powdered leaves from a "sneeze tree"; these were thrown to blind or unnerve his opponent. Water guns, to be shot from up wind only, were loaded with a deadly three-second poison.

There were poison rings utilizing the all-powerful tiger's nail, and leather gloves (shuko) were tipped with iron cat's claws for climbing, raking a face, or fending off a sword.

The Ninja had the secret of gunpowder before it was generally known in Japan. They developed wooden cannons, designed grenades and time bombs, mounted incendiaries on arrows, and tipped arrows with leaf-like ends to scatter the fire. As anti-personnel weapons against their soft-shod enemies they scattered sharp-pointed nuts, iron tripods with needle points, and solid pyramids of metal which would fall upright.

There were two types of water shoes. One was a wooden circle three feet in diameter with a center of solid board, the other simply two buckets, with a wooden fan on a bamboo pole used as a paddle. For invisible swimming the Ninja used bamboo tubes as snorkels, wooden fins for speed and silence. The snorkel sometimes had one enlarged end and could double as a horn or a blowgun. Their collapsible boat folded on its hinges to the size of a filing drawer. In use it would be caulked with sap. They also used rabbit skin to make floats of the Mae West type.

The Ninja are credited with developing a secret walk which would take them along at twelve miles an hour with less effort than ordinary mortals make for four; but this secret, if they had it, has been lost. They did use a crab-like walk, crossing one foot over the other and moving sideways, for walls and narrow passages.

They were well versed in nature lore. To get his direction in the dark a Ninja would pull up a radish; the side with more root fibers points south. To find the depth of water in a moat he would pull a reed toward him (they can't be pulled up by the roots) and calculate by a sort of empirical Pythagorean geometry from the submerged increment per displacement from the vertical. From a cat's eyes he could read time with the help of a song into which the formula was woven. He watched the tides, currents, constellations, the moon and sun, the winds, and the colors of the sky to forecast the weather and the best moment to strike (there was another song on the dates of currents). A thin sheet of iron heated and then cooled at rest could be floated in water to form a crude compass.

A study of snores observed with a bamboo listening pipe told the Ninja the sleep status of their victims. They learned to boil rice without a pot (wrapping it in a wet straw sack, burying it in the ground, and building a fire on top) and freshen salt water (by packing red earth on the bottom of the boat to absorb the salt). A wooden fan was used as a protractor to measure angles and thereby determine distances. They had their own secret ideographs and coded call signs. They were adept at "Gojo no Ri," the ability to read their opponent's mind and mood from facial indications, voice, gesture, etc.

The Ninja used many disguises, but it is said there were seven basic covers--the priest, perhaps offering prayers for the enemy dead while making a head count of the quick and a general survey of their battlefields, the mountain ascetic who could spy from above and signal by conch shell from mountain top to mountain top, the itinerant merchant who could be admitted to castles, the wandering bard and the entertainer with their songs and tricks, and the commoner.

The mystical elements of ninjutsu, largely from the Shingon sect, took the form of secret hand signs and murmured formulas. The art of invisibility and transformation is also put in mystical terms. Shugendo, the mountain ascetic creed, says, "Conceive that you are a stone." If you believe you are a stone, then you are. It is much like becoming one with Buddha. When the Ninja is surrounded by enemies and has no place to escape, he shortens his breath, shrinks himself as small as a stone and conceives he is a stone. The enemy cannot find him.

This particular camouflage is called Doton no jutsu, invisibility by means of the earth. But four other elements can be used. In Katon no jutsu a man is turned into smoke (helped by liberal use of gunpowder in the Ninja practice of blowing one's face off to preserve secrecy when cornered). But this probably refers primarily to the use of smoke screens, setting fire to infiltrated castles, etc. Suiton no jutsu is making use of water to disappear, likely with a snorkel. Mokuton no jutsu is to hide in trees. And Kinton no jutsu is the use of metal; Ninja would crawl into rice boilers, hanging bells, and temple statuary to spy. A combination of metal and water was to steal a large temple bell and jump into deep water with it, making use both of its weight and of its trapped air supply.


Mass Action and Decline
The last burst of Ninja activity came under Ieyasu Tokugawa (1541-1616), who was to become the first shogun of a unified Japan. On February 6th, 1562, the general wrote a letter of gratitude to a Koga Ninja, Yoshichiro Ban, for services rendered two years before Ieyasu had had to attack an impregnable castle (we gather all castles were impregnable until the Ninja were called in) and had asked Ban to lead 280 Ninja in an infiltration movement. This band slipped in at night and fired the castle towers. The defenders thought their own men had betrayed them and fell into confusion. The Ninja totally disrupted them without use of staff or sword except to behead the enemy leader.

Two other generals, however, who helped in the unification of the country, Nobunaga Oda (1534-1582) and Hideyoshi Toyotomi (1536-1598), were trying to stamp out Buddhism and therefore not only rebuffed but held and tortured any Ninja who fell into their hands. In 1581, 9000 of Oda's men attacked a force of 4000 men from Iga, including many Ninja, laid waste the town, and slaughtered its warriors. Ninja leader Hanzo Hattori, lamenting the death of his townsmen, asked Ieyasu to employ the survivors, and the great general did. Then in the battle of Sekigahara (1600), 100 Ninja of the 200 in the Ieyasu forces were killed.

In the first years of the 17th century, when Ieyasu as shogun moved the political capital of the country to Edo (Tokyo), he took 200 Ninja with him. He made Hanzo and his successors the equivalent of U.S. Secret Service chiefs. The Ninja had complete and unquestioned access to the shogun to protect and inform him. (The main west entrance to the Imperial Palace, then the shogun's residence, is still called Hanzo's gate, and parts of Tokyo where the Ninja lived are now named Koga-cho, Iga-cho, and Kogai-cho.) Their cover was gardener employment, and they lived it. But they were always ready to be stopped among the poppies with the order, "Go to Kyoto," and they would drop their spades and set out at once at Ninja speed.

In 1638, when farmers and Christians in Shimabara, Kyushu, rebelled against the shogunate, Ninja were called in again, this time strictly to gather information. The fight had lasted ten months, and 40,000 rebels were holding the Shimabara castle (impregnable) against 130,000 of Ieyasu's troops. Finally the commanding general, Nobutsuna Matsudaira, ordered ten Ninja to reconnoiter the castle. "We have no idea of the layout inside the enemy camp," he said. "Determine the depth and width of the moat, the height of the wall and fence, and the distance from our camp to theirs; and draw a map."

Five Ninja fired guns as a diversion. After the consequent enemy stir had subsided, at midnight, the Ninja moved in from the opposite side, scaling the castle wall with rope ladders. Two of them fell into traps in the floor, and this aroused the guards. Nevertheless the Ninja, with their black garb and ability to work in the dark, accomplished their mission, and they carried off the enemy's cross-bearing flag as well.

With the coming of peace, however, the Ninjas, like old generals, now faded into the administrative spy and other dull professions. The era of the true Ninja was over.

1 For example: "In the whole army none should be more favorably regarded than the spies; none should be more liberally rewarded than the spies ..." And elsewhere, "A stratagem is a military trick. You should win the enemy to your side ... throw him into confusion ... break his unity by provocation ... make him overconfident and relax his guard ..."

2 Masaharu Anesaki, History of Japanese Religion.

3 Most of the information in this section is taken from the 22-volume Bansen Shukai (Thousands of Rivers Gather in the Sea), written in 1674 by Natsutake Fujibayashi. Extant in seven manuscript copies, it is now being edited for publication. Notable among the score or more of other 17th- and 18th-century accounts of ninjutsu is the volume Shonin-ki (The True Ninjutsu).

The assumptions of the hypothesis that arrive at a certain conclusion, based of facts of meta physics in the multi-Earth theory, can have physicists arrive at certain conclusions. For instance the Mason-Dixon line, established by the early Americans, was not thought out throughly in conjunction with Canada, when designing the maps of the states. Also there are repercussions in culture, for instance Canada is a British America and that permeates in their language, and architecture, is a British America. Allies not in an territorial land grab manner. The Provence of British Colombia, Alberta, and Saskatchewan, are California, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah. I have compartmentalized more evidence that we are indeed in the accumulation of a multi-earth dimension of sorts, but cannot list all my evidence here. In conclusion, we should always be allies with the British Commonwealth and Israel.


The world economy, in a the world of a free market system and the profitability of war. Following the devastating economic hardship placed on Germany after World War I and American companies support of the new Soviet government's economy, the prosperity of America's 1920's economy came to a halt with the crash of the stock market. FDR's domestic New Deal program, though effective in the short term, was still effecting the national debt. War is profitable to nations and unless the great powers of the world learn to live in an economy sustained by ingenuity, and a true free market system that does not see the prospects of war's profitability as a viable tool against economic collapse, there will be war again. In conclusion, in this modern era of the interconnectable exchanges of trade and commerce, governments and businesses should be prudent in their expenditures, and foreign mergers and acquisitions.


If the concluding hypothesis that we are in multi-Earth theory is true, that we truly in another dimension of sorts then the question arises about WWII. Why? I have delved deep into this matter and the conclusion is economics. Given that the Versaille treaty left Germany in crippling debt and inflation took hold and people became disgruntled with their leadership and that left fertile soil for the rise of right wing fascism and the rise Adolf Hitler. The Germans had to take wheel barrels of Deutsche Marks to buy bread, and the Jewish people became a scapegoat, for the myth was that they were all wealthy businessmen. Though the Jews always acclimated into the societies that they were in, at the time they were not fully accepted.


China and the ever so expanse of the navigating waters of the modern age and the emergence of one of the world's Superpowers. Zheng He's fleet of ships and voyages to new lands and frontiers of discovery not only propelled China forward as a great people who could influence the outside world of cultures without detriment to their cultural heritage and the impacts of the exploits of a great mariner made an indelible mark on the goals and pursuits of modern explorers whom study history. Unfortunately Emperor Hongxi destroyed Zheng He's fleet of ships for the fear of outside influence. The honorable President Xi is no Hongxi. President Xi created greater influence for the great people of China and today China is a leading Superpower who's influence is Global.


China has had great economic success, and has risen as one the world's Superpowers. Wise economic practices and an inexpensive labor market that enables them to create goods at reasonable prices at a grand scale has lead to that success, they also have great knowledge of the demand in the market, and therefore they have a strong economy. In the long run I anticipate China will become more of a Socialist country with roots based in the central authority of the Communist party, Social-Communism. This will further strengthen their middle class and balance out the world economic market. As far as the United States is concerned in regards to the national debt, our founding fathers have created a foundation of a Democracy that is fertile soil for innovation and entrepreneurship. From the automobile to the airplane, to the cinema, American ingenuity and creativity will take us into a better and more prosperous future. 


Confucius said that the answer to meaning of life is within the leaf of a bamboo. I spent a week looking at a leaf of a bamboo. I got a magnifying glass and looked at the bamboo under different light, and after a week the answer was clear. If you have ever looked at the leaf of a bamboo, you would know that it is very intricate like a maze of sorts. The answer dawned on me, it is the Tao or rather the path that is just as important as the destination. The benefit of a weeks journey and the arrival at a conclusion, was the weeks destination, that is a life lesson that I value greatly.


Middle Eastern countries or (South Western Asian Countries) to be more correct, third world and second world countries as well, in an effort to seek sovereignty and longevity by military might, these countries gravitate towards the Superpowers for weapons and for security. These countries, without advanced technological know how of their own, tend to seek weapons from the Superpowers that are nearest to their alignment of their cultural and political identity, hence proxy states. Those countries that seek freedom and a progressive doctrine of governess that is for the betterment of their people in the long run, will align themselves with Western powers, until the day when true sovereignty flourishes and the rule of Democratic law will be implemented by government institutions that are secured by a strong military.

This sculpture was carved at CIA for me; "A Nation's first line of defense," was the motto years ago.

The cause of "Freedom," is ever so great.

There is a visceral personification of the indescribable emotion of what is my uncanny bleeding heart at what is a transgression by a Cupid who's drunken state has matched me to a love who's eyes only pity me.