Himiko, Himiko, Himiko. It was a name I did not want to speak.
And yet, at the same time, it was a name I longed to utter.
I wanted to call myself Himiko. I wanted others to acknowledge me as Himiko.
I wanted the world to recognize, "I am Himiko." These feelings rise up unbidden within me.
Himiko—she was revered, praised as magnificent, wielding power and control over all.
Indeed, Himiko existed. The consciousness referred to as Himiko truly existed.
To all those souls who, over countless lifetimes, have carried the thought: "I am Himiko"—
I now say this: speak the thoughts of Himiko. Turn your hearts toward Himiko.
Himiko was not a being of greatness.
The words Himiko spoke, the energy that emanated from her—were pitch black.
And yet, she was worshiped. She was exalted and adored.
How many miko suffered days of hell in the shadow of her reign?
Now is the time to give voice to the thoughts of those miko who once longed to become Himiko.
Himiko was not the pinnacle of all miko, yet many believed so. They drove themselves to the brink,
pushing and punishing themselves in pursuit of heightened spiritual power.
They endured all manner of hardship, believing they could reach Himiko's status.
It was spiritual power—raw power—that they sought.
They longed to claim Himiko's position. In their hearts, they revered her as a being of magnificence.
But does Himiko truly exist?
Himiko is the embodiment of something that dwells within your own heart—
the desire to be the best, to be revered, to be recognized, to be seen as exceptional.
Yes, a historical figure named Himiko may have lived.
But even she, in the very energy she emitted, lived through her own personal hell.
Hell. Hell. Hell. Everything was hell.
She boasted of power, amassed great wealth, and manipulated all things to her will—
yet her world was nothing more than a realm of darkness.
No, it didn't become dark. It had always been that way.
She simply failed to see it for what it was.
A foolish heart. A pitiful consciousness.
The world of consciousness she inhabited was a world of darkness and sorrow.
Please, from the depths of your closed hearts, cry out the pitiful thoughts of Himiko who lived without knowing herself.
Himiko was not great. Himiko was a sorrowful, misguided being.
And yet—even the consciousness of Himiko has now come to awaken to love.
Tell the Himiko within your hearts: you were once a being held in warmth and joy.
Tell her—she can return home, too.
Himiko. Ah, Himiko. There are thoughts I wish not to speak—
and also the yearning to be allowed to speak them.
Let us now turn our hearts, firmly and steadily, toward warmth, joy, and love.
From this point on, I will speak of Himiko.
I have drawn many spiritual practitioners to me. I have used many psychics within my own heart.
With their abilities, I flaunted my power.
I wanted to display the might of Himiko. I appointed those with strong spiritual gifts.
I bestowed my favor upon them. I made them serve at my side.
I wished to hold all power in my grasp,
believing that if I could gather it all, I would be a magnificent person—chosen by the gods.
I gathered all under my command. I sought to control everything.
Those who delivered divine messages—miko, the voice of the gods—
I took them under my dominion.
I used the words of the miko.
I used them for politics, to unify the land.
Any miko who failed to serve my needs—I had them executed without hesitation.
I stole their lives with ease.
I killed many miko.
I never regarded them as human beings.
To me, they were slaves, mere servants.
I had no intention of receiving their thoughts or feelings.
I simply wished to reach the pinnacle—to be revered as a great being.
For that, I used the power of the miko.
While exploiting their gifts, I sought to raise my status ever higher—
to stretch it skyward, to make it unshakable.
I bore the weight of the miko's resentment and bitterness.
But I dismissed it all. I believed I was a chosen one—
a magnificent being capable of holding everything in my hands.
One miko, two miko—no, ten, a hundred, a thousand, more—
they all served me.
I took pride in my dominion.
I wanted the name of Himiko to echo across the land.
No—beyond the sea, I wanted it to be known in faraway lands.
My ambition knew no end.
I expanded myself endlessly.
For that goal, I used anything and everything.
I was convinced I was magnificent.
And upon the sacrifices of countless miko, I claimed power and glory.
My life had to be magnificent—no matter what.
Now, I turn my heart toward the consciousness of Himiko and speak calmly.
I will speak of Himiko with equanimity.
I can feel the thoughts of Himiko within me transforming into joy.
With my heart turned toward the direction of love—toward Tomekichi Taike, Albert, and the universe of love—
I feel joy in being able to speak calmly of Himiko.
Thank you.
The consciousness of Himiko fell—deep, deeper, and deeper still—
into inescapable suffering and darkness.
And yet in this lifetime, I have been granted a body.
I can feel Himiko's thoughts in my heart. I can speak them aloud.
With this thought, I can now return to the Mother Universe.
To speak—to convey—is joy.
I now turn toward Himiko with joy. I speak of her with joy.
I invite you all to do the same.
Speak of Himiko, calmly and without fear.
Himiko was mistaken.
Please turn your hearts toward the Himiko you have created within yourselves—
that consciousness that speaks so desperately from within.
Let it be voiced from your own heart.
Himiko is waiting.
She is waiting to be wrapped in warmth and tenderness.