This afternoon's meeting with the Kadena AB pagan group was a fairly enjoyable event. They aren't the "okipagans" anymore - something like forest grove or something like that. A fairly eclectic group I must say - so perfect for me. I don't have everyone's names down yet so I won't attempt them, but the 'leader' practices shamanism, there is a alchemist, an Asatru and a Tibetan Buddhist for the high points - and a couple of Wiccans thrown in for good measure. They've got a rough little circle down in the jungle and they are still waiting on the engineer folks to put in stairs. They are a friendly bunch and that is a good thing.
Sadly the state of affairs with the outreach to the Okinawan practitioners in dismal states. There are no Uta contacts as of yet, but there is a Japanese family involved with the traditions here that provides some very basic interaction with the pagan group. Japanese are very private people - and of their dead they are particularly protective. Foreigners like myself are prohibited from entering grave grounds or tombs. It is also very offensive for a stranger to leave a gift at a tomb or a graveyard (even if it's an offering to get some grave dirt). The very act of approaching the graves being a criminal act, one would likely find it difficult even to lay offerings outside the graveyards to the guardians of the same. This is of course perfectly acceptable - it is in fact their ancestors and not my own. Of course this does in fact make things rather more difficult as well since making friends in the graveyards will be extremely unlikely if not impossible here. Still I am encouraged. The sighting of spirits here already has me hopeful that a dialog and an eventual communion can be reached.
There are no real occult stores to speak of here on Okinawa, but oddly enough their is a store that sells rocks and sacred gems. I suppose this actually makes a great deal of sense since the tradition here works in the manner of the individual gets chosen by the spirits and then the spirits and the other Uta's pass on what is needed to learn of the tradition. There are no writings, no books or grimoires. Magic here is practiced as it was first practiced. It is in it's rawest most natural form here - a glimpse back to a more ancient time.
Of the spirits here, the shaman in the group has promised some introductions to the spirits of place here in Okinawa. I definitely look forward to that. The group has been looking to work with spirits a bit more and my knowledge gained of recent years is of interest to them. Time to grow a bit more I see. They are particularly interested in working with ancestor spirits and want to go carefully with it - a choice for which I applaud them. These folks get it. I'll have no qualms laying out the knowledge, the tools, and the proper respectful approach to the dead. Just to be safe though I'll make damn sure they know their LBRP backwards and forwards. At least a few of them are very good with energy work and grounding already, that much is plain. This will of course be my own journey as well. My True Grimoire work is still only in the tool gathering phase along with some Supernatural Secrets workings and of the PGM I have only began my initial investigations. Taking things slow, and with all possible precautions seem the best policy. I will prepare well before I begin class sessions, let alone actual ritual. Enough of that for now though. My patrons will be very busy I'm sure of the next few months getting me ready for the challenges ahead!
Finally, I'll round out this entry with an interesting bit of family history only remembered by my mother just before I left the States. It was during a phone conversation in my hotel in Seattle when mother informed me that my French great-grandmother was a governess in Japan before the War. Yes, one of my ancestors was here in Japan before everything changed. I find that incredibly interesting. She related to my mother that she used to enjoy watching the Japanese children flying their kites - I infer that this was a popular pastime. What a wonderful time that must have been before the madness of war was experienced to such devastating effect for both France and Japan. How quickly must have things changed? The world is mad...mad...mad...or rather man must be. It must have broken my great-grandmother's heart. I know that mine is broken about it. Maybe...If only...< a great deep sigh. >