In Aomori in August, the forest is really blue. It's a beautiful blue.

Everything is so clear. I guess there must be a lot of people who have a pure and clear heart as well. Even when driving on the highway, the surrounding nature is blue and beautiful. There is a prefecture just like its name, Aomori! A name reveals the body.

So do people. People who live their lives as they are, without makeup, without deceit, without repairing, without any pretense, honestly and truthfully, just as they are, just as nature intended them to be, are beautiful. It's not about looks. It is a feeling.

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 Lake Towada and its forests, as well as the land damaged by the long, heavy rains, have been washed and purified, and are strikingly blue and beautiful. They are strong and beautiful. The people of the Tohoku region must have been people who, since the Jomon period, have lived their lives as they were, without makeup, without deceit, without repair, and with grace and honesty, just as they are, just as nature intended them to be. Kansai people are so flashy when I think about it. People who dress up and live in the city, cut off from nature, are not connected to the earth, so they are influenced by trends, ruled by what is called common sense, believe in authority, wrapped up in what is long, and are rootless charlatans and charlatan women who do not believe in themselves. Since the time of the Yamato Kingship, you have to be a worldly-wise & hapo-ho beauty with a mouth & hands to survive in the vicinity of power. Because they lived cunningly, they were able to climb to a certain height because they were able to make things up as they went along. But from now on, it is no longer possible to fool around. The thick makeup will peel off beautifully, and the cracks will become too big to be repaired. Let's just live as we are. It's just too hard. What are you clutching so dearly? What do you want to hide?

As I ran through the blue forest, I had nothing to hide, nothing to hold on to, and I had a refreshing freedom! I feel happy.

I don't have it, but I have it!　I feel that I have it.　Do you understand?　It doesn't matter anymore! A good company, a good university, the eyes of others, a certain status, it doesn't matter. But I was clinging on to something that was so unimportant.

When did they start wanting power, economic power, control, and strength? Both the gods of the Kamijyo period and Emperor Jinmu, who is said to be the first, wanted to be on top, so they fought battles. Wanting to show off that they are more powerful than anyone else, the Nihonshoki and Kojiki have surely been falsified by the powers of the time. When did the Japanese people living in the clean blue forests, who are not clinging to such a trivial thing, disappear?
I came to the Sannai-Maruyama site. I wanted to come. I wanted to feel a world where people have lived together for 12,000 years without fighting. I wanted to see the traces of a time when people created their own lives as they pleased. A world where "it's OK just the way it is" is the norm. A world of harmony, where small communities helped each other, shared, shared wisdom, joy, laughter, and worked to be useful in what they were good at, had existed in Japan for 12,000 years! Isn't that amazing? Isn't it strange that Japanese children are not taught about this proud Jomon civilization in school? Isn't it strange that they don't teach this proud Jomon civilization to Japanese children in schools?
In my opinion, I am sure that by the time of the first Emperor Jinmu, people had already begun to cling to the power of "Do-nothing". Even in the time of Amaterasu and Susanounomikoto, there were strong signs of this.

The era in which Christ lived 2,000 years ago was an era of domination and oppression. Even in the Egyptian civilization a few thousand years further back, there was a god who ruled over his people with terrible massacres and oppression, and reliefs of battles and massacres are everywhere. It was amazing that they could create such a thing so long ago, but I had a disheartening memory of touring Egypt. I thought I was exhausted from the heat, the early morning travel, and the poor health of the clients, but now, looking back, I realize that the heavy vibrations from the history of massacres and oppression that took place there made me feel even more exhausted! I thought.

The Sannai-Maruyama site in Aomori, on the other hand, is a pleasant place where a fresh breeze blows and you feel like taking a deep breath. Here was a peaceful, conflict-free world where everyone was laughing and working. It was the same or even older than the Egyptian civilization. How did a people of such harmony and peace get swallowed up by the bestial world of the weak and the strong?　　Enough is enough. Once people realize how insignificant power really is, it would be stupid to hold on to it. It's so simple. It's OK if everyone understands its true nature, which may only be understood through experience. It may only be understood through experience, and painful experience at that. With the cross of Christ, people have left that painful experience to others. They have left the decision to experience outside of themselves. Ask, and it shall be given you! Farewell, and it shall be given to you." These words are so deep! I feel as if I understand it after living for more than half a century.

Is the "Tomb of Christ" here in Aomori authentic? I don't know. As you can see in the photo, I went to the site, but I don't know. I wish I could go back in time to 2,000 years ago to find out, though. Would honest Aomorians have told such a big lie? No, no, they wanted to make it a tourist attraction?

But the religion of Christianity is also historical knowledge given to us in school by later rulers, a flimsy oblation, and if we seek it, the flimsy oblation will be torn and lies and malice will be revealed. If we do not seek, we will not see the essence. Ask, and it will be given to you! Ask, and it shall be given to you!

Jesus, a young Jewish man born in a stable, escaped from the chaotic and chaotic world in a desperate patch and lived happily with his brother Iskiri, his wife and their lovely children in Aomori, the Land of the Rising Sun, and ended his life happily, you know (laughs).

Yes, yes, I go where my heart leads me, depending on my mood at the time. I am guided by my heart.

On the way from Towadako to Hirosaki, my son said, "I want to go to a hot spring! He said, "I want to go to a hot spring." I want Akinori Kimura's apples, and I want to meet Mr. Kimura," I thought secretly in my heart. On this day, driving from Lake Towada to Oma, the northernmost point of Honshu, my strong obsession was, "I can't miss Hirosaki and the Sannai-Maruyama ruins." If we stopped at an onsen (hot spring), we would be late arriving in Oma. My son is not an obsessive person. He let go easily. That's why he doesn't get into trouble with others and doesn't get into fights. He can make good relationships with everyone at school and at home. He has easy and open relationships with others. As a mother, I wonder if my son's easy-going nature makes him feel that everything is "not important. I feel uneasy. Or is it that after living for more than half a century, experiencing the Corona fiasco, divorce, and unemployment, I have finally arrived at the point where I can say, "Oh, no, I don't care about that! It doesn't matter! I've been through the Corona fiasco, divorce, unemployment, etc., and I've finally reached the point where I can say, "Whatever!　Hahahahaha~, will I ever meet him or not? I'll just give up on going to Hirosaki, obsessed with Mr. Kimura's apples, which I don't know if I'll ever find or not! I can buy apples anywhere!　AHAHA~ I was clinging on to something that I don't care about (laughs).
OK, let's go to Onsen! From where we were running, Owani Onsen was a good place to go along the way! I asked my son to look up which hot spring facilities in Owani Onsen are good and ask him to navigate.

As expected of today's junior high school students, they are quick. He is quick to use the restroom, but he is also quick to use his phone. We drove along the country road through apple fields. It was beautiful. On the way, the windshield of the car is sprayed with a lot of pesticides. We realized that a lot of pesticides were being sprayed on the apples. I realized that Mr. Kimura's apples are called "miracle apples. There really are no pesticide-free apples in Japan. Even without going to Hirosaki, I experienced and felt the reality described in Mr. Kimura's "Miracle Apples" by passing by apple fields that were being sprayed with pesticides. Every adult, TV show, and even doctors believe that apples are good for you and that they don't need doctors, but in fact, this may have been propaganda by global corporations and their cronies. In fact, this may have been propaganda by global corporations and their cronies! And so they have been telling a lie with impunity.

And then we arrived at Owani Onsen, Crocodile Come. We had lunch and bought a bag of apples from Owani Town at the farmers' market. I had a flashback to the pesticide spraying, but I bought it.

Well, tomorrow, I will cross over to Hokkaido!

Three days after I bought these apples, I was to meet my cousin who lives in Sapporo. Don't you have any souvenirs? →Oh, I have apples! →I wanted to try them, but I only have apples as a souvenir! →I wanted to try them, but all I could find were apples as a souvenir! So I decided to bring apples from Owani Town to meet my cousin and his wife. We visited their house and chatted a lot.

She asked me, "Fujiko, where are you from in Tohoku?

She said, "I don't think anyone knows! Owani-onsen, Aomori.

"Oh, really? I went to Owani Onsen in Aomori. I bought this apple there.

No~~, I am being led in various directions...(^_^;)

But as I write this column, Fujiko, you know that I am from Owani, don't you? You know that you should peel and eat apples covered with pesticides. I felt guilty and prayed that you know.

My son, who loves fruits, always bit into apples with the skin on since he was little. Ignorance is a sin.

As an adult and as a mother, I first reflected on this. And I felt reassured that I must cultivate the ability to know and discern.