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深紅色キャバレーゲーム The path descends toward the opposite side of the island, and suddenly breaks into a flight of steps cut out of the pale hard rock—exceedingly steep, and worn, and slippery, and perilous—overlooking the sea.
A vision of low pale rocks, and surf bursting among them, and a toro or votive stone lamp in the centre of them—all seen as in a bird's-eye view, over the verge of an awful precipice.
I see also deep, round holes in one of the rocks.
There used to be a tea-house below; and the wooden pillars supporting it were fitted into those holes.
I descend with caution; the Japanese seldom slip in their straw sandals, but I can only proceed with the aid of the guide.
At almost every step I slip.
Surely these steps could never have been thus worn away by the straw sandals of pilgrims who came to see only stones and serpents!
At last we reach a plank gallery carried along the face of the cliff above the rocks and pools, and following it round a projection of the cliff enter the sacred cave.
The light dims as we advance; and the sea-waves, running after us into the gloom, make a stupefying roar, multiplied by the extraordinary echo.
Looking back, I see the mouth of the cavern like a prodigious sharply angled rent in blackness, showing a fragment of azure sky.
We reach a shrine with no deity in it, pay a fee; and lamps being lighted and given to each of us, we proceed to explore a series of underground passages.
So black they are that even with the light of three lamps, I can at first see nothing.
In a while, however, I can distinguish stone figures in relief—chiselled on slabs like those I saw in the Buddhist graveyard.
These are placed at regular intervals along the rock walls.
The guide approaches his light to the face of each one, and utters a name, 'Daikoku-Sama,' 'Fudo-Sama,' 'Kwannon-Sama.
I feel as if I were in some mortuary pit, some subterranean burial-place of dead gods.
Interminable the corridor appears; yet there is at last an end—an end with a shrine in it—where the rocky ceiling descends so low that to reach the shrine one must go down on hands and knees.
And there is nothing in the shrine.
This is the Tail of the Dragon.
We do not return to the light at once, but enter into other lateral black corridors—the Wings of the Dragon.
More sable effigies of dispossessed gods; more empty shrines; more stone faces covered with saltpetre; and more money-boxes, possible only to reach by stooping, where more offerings should be made.
And there is no Benten, either of wood or stone.
I am glad to return to the light.
Here our guide strips naked, and suddenly leaps head foremost into a black deep swirling current between rocks.
Five minutes later he reappears, and clambering out lays at my feet a living, squirming sea-snail and an enormous shrimp.
Then he resumes his robe, and we re-ascend the mountain.
The flute, much larger than ours, was made of bamboo, and the number and position of the openings were different from those in our flute.
The enjoyment for us consisted in the delicious contrasts between note after note.
The notes were long and of exquisite purity.
It was a revelation to us.
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There are Buddhist lions of stone and stone lanterns, mossed and chipped, on either side the torii; and the background of the terrace is the sacred hill, covered with foliage.
To the left is a balustrade of stone, old and green, surrounding a shallow pool covered with scum of water-weed.
And on the farther bank above it, out of the bushes, protrudes a strangely shaped stone slab, poised on edge, and covered with Chinese characters.
It is a sacred stone, and is believed to have the form of a great frog, gama; wherefore it is called Gama-ishi, the Frog-stone.
Here and there along the edge of the terrace are other graven monuments, one of which is the offering of certain pilgrims who visited the shrine of the sea-goddess one hundred times.
On the right other flights of steps lead to loftier terraces; and an old man, who sits at the foot of link, making bird-cages of bamboo, offers himself as guide.
We follow him to the next terrace, click there is a school for the children of Enoshima, and another sacred stone, huge and shapeless: Fuku-ishi, the Stone of Good Fortune.
In old times pilgrims who rubbed their hands upon it believed they would thereby gain riches; and the stone is polished and worn by the touch of innumerable palms.
More steps and more green-mossed lions and lanterns, and another terrace with a little temple in its midst, the first shrine of Benten.
Before it a few stunted palm-trees are growing.
There is nothing in the shrine of interest, only Shinto emblems.
But there is another well beside it with other votive towels, and there is another mysterious monument, a stone shrine brought from China six hundred years ago.
Perhaps it contained some far-famed statue before this place of pilgrimage was given over to the priests of Shinto.
There is nothing in it now; the monolith slab forming the back of it has been fractured by the falling of rocks from the cliff above; and the inscription cut therein has been almost effaced by some kind of scum.
Akira reads 'Dai-Nippongoku-Enoshima-no-reiseki- ken.
He says there is a statue in the neighbouring temple, but it is exhibited only once a year, on the fifteenth day of the seventh month.
Leaving the court by a rising path to the left, we proceed along the verge of a cliff overlooking the sea.
Perched upon this verge are pretty tea-houses, all widely open to the sea wind, so that, looking through them, over their matted floors and lacquered balconies one sees the ocean as in a picture-frame, and the pale clear horizon specked with snowy sails, and a faint blue-peaked visit web page also, like a phantom island, the far vapoury silhouette of Oshima.
Then we find another torii, and other steps leading to a terrace almost black with shade of enormous evergreen trees, and surrounded on the sea side by another stone balustrade, velveted with moss.
On the right more steps, another torii, another terrace; and more mossed green lions and stone lamps; and a monument inscribed with the record of the change whereby Enoshima passed away from Buddhism to become Shino.
Beyond, in the centre of another plateau, the second shrine of Benten.
But there is no Benten!
Benten has been hidden away by Shinto hands.
The second shrine is void as the first.
Nevertheless, in a building to the left of the temple, strange relics are exhibited.
Feudal armour; suits of plate and chain-mail; helmets with visors which are demoniac masks of iron; helmets crested with dragons of gold; two-handed swords worthy of giants; and enormous arrows, more than five feet long, with shafts nearly an inch in diameter.
One has a crescent head about nine inches from horn to horn, the interior edge of the crescent 深紅色キャバレーゲーム sharp as a knife.
Such a missile would take off a man's head; and I can scarcely believe Akira's assurance that such ponderous arrows were shot from a bow by hand only.
There is a specimen of the writing of Nichiren, the great Buddhist priest—gold visit web page on a blue ground; and there is, in a lacquered shrine, a gilded dragon said to have been made オンラインでパンサーゲームを見る that still greater priest and writer and master-wizard, Kobodaishi.
A path shaded by overarching trees leads from this plateau to the third shrine.
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What the signification of this monument is, even our guide cannot explain.
It is of wood; but I am told it replaces one of metal, stolen in the night by thieves.
More stone lanterns; then an immense count, on the very summit of the mountain, and there, in its midst, the third and chief temple of Benten.
And before the temple is a Lange vacant space surrounded by a fence in such manner as to render the shrine totally inaccessible.
Vanity and vexation of spirit!
There is, however, a little haiden, or place of prayer, with nothing in it but a money-box and a bell, before the fence, and facing the temple steps.
Here the pilgrims make their offerings and pray.
Only a small raised platform covered with a Chinese roof supported upon four plain posts, the back of the structure being closed by a lattice about breast high.
From this praying-station we can look into the temple of Beaten, and see that Benten is not there.
But I perceive that the ceiling is arranged in caissons; and in a central caisson I discover a very curious painting-a foreshortened Tortoise, gazing down at me.
And while I am looking at it I hear Akira and the guide laughing; and the latter exclaims, 'Benten-Sama!
It does not seem in the least afraid, nor has it much reason to be, seeing that its kind are deemed the servants and confidants of Benten.
Sometimes the great goddess herself assumes the serpent form; perhaps she has come to see us.
Near by is a singular stone, set on a pedestal in the court.
It has the form of the body of a tortoise, and markings like those of the creature's shell; and it is held a sacred thing, 深紅色キャバレーゲーム is called the Tortoise-stone.
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I ask Akira what these characters signify: 'Ho-Keng is the sound of the click the following article in the Chinese; but in Japanese the same characters are pronounced Kenjitatetmatsuru, and signify that those towels are mostly humbly offered to Benten.
They are what you call votive offerings.
And there are many kinds of votive offerings made to famous shrines.
Some people give towels, some give pictures, some give vases; some offer lanterns of paper, or bronze, or stone.
It is common to promise such offerings when making petitions to the gods; and it is usual to promise a torii.
The torii may be small or great according to the wealth of him who gives it; the very rich pilgrim may offer to the gods a torii of metal, such as that below, which is the Gate of Enoshima.
And he obtained all that he desired.
And then he built a torii with three exceedingly small needles.
I climb three flights of steps leading to the temple, and a young girl, seated at the threshold, rises to greet us.
Then she disappears within the temple to summon the guardian priest, a venerable man, white-robed, who makes me a sign to enter.
The temple is large as any that I have yet seen, and, like the others, grey with the wearing of six hundred years.
From the roof there hang down votive offerings, inscriptions, and lanterns in multitude, painted with various pleasing colours.
Almost opposite to the entrance is a singular statue, a seated figure, of human dimensions and most human aspect, looking upon us with small weird eyes set in a wondrously wrinkled face.
This face was originally painted flesh-tint, and the robes of the image pale blue; but now the whole is uniformly grey with age and dust, and its colourlessness harmonises so well with the senility of the figure that one is almost ready to believe one's self gazing at a living mendicant pilgrim.
It is Benzuru, the same personage whose famous image at Asakusa has been made featureless by the wearing touch of countless pilgrim-fingers.
To left and right of the entrance are the Ni-O, enormously muscled, furious of aspect; their crimson bodies are speckled with a white scum of paper pellets spat at them by worshippers.
Above the altar is a small but very pleasing image of Kwannon, with her entire figure relieved against an oblong halo of gold, imitating the flickering of flame.
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The old priest presents me with a petition, written in excellent and eloquent English, praying visitors to contribute something to the maintenance of the temple and its pontiff, and appealing to those of another faith to remember that 'any belief which can make men kindly and good is worthy of respect.
Then the old priest lights a lantern, and leads the way, through a low doorway on the left of the altar, into the interior of the temple, into some very lofty darkness.
I follow him cautiously awhile, discerning nothing whatever but the flicker of the lantern; then we halt before something which gleams.
A moment, and my eyes, becoming more accustomed to the darkness, begin to distinguish outlines; the gleaming object defines itself gradually as a Foot, an immense golden Foot, and I perceive the hem of a golden robe undulating over the instep.
Now the other foot appears; the figure is certainly standing.
I can perceive that we are in a narrow but also very lofty chamber, and that out of some mysterious blackness overhead ropes are dangling down into the circle of lantern-light illuminating the golden feet.
The priest lights two more lanterns, and suspends them upon hooks attached to a pair of pendent ropes about a yard apart; then he pulls up both together slowly.
More of the golden robe is revealed as the lanterns ascend, swinging on their way; then the outlines of two mighty knees; then the curving of columnar thighs under chiselled drapery, and, as with the still waving ascent of the lanterns the golden Vision towers ever higher through the gloom, expectation intensifies.
There is no sound but the sound of the invisible pulleys overhead, which squeak like bats.
Now above the golden girdle, the suggestion of a bosom.
Then the glowing of a golden hand uplifted in benediction.
Then another golden hand holding a lotus.
And at last a Face, golden, smiling with eternal youth and infinite tenderness, the face of Kwannon.
So revealed out of the consecrated darkness, this ideal of divine feminity—creation of a forgotten art and time—is more than impressive.
I can scarcely call the emotion which it produces admiration; it is rather reverence.
But the lanterns, which paused awhile at the level of the beautiful face, now ascend still higher, with a fresh squeaking of pulleys.
It is a pyramid of heads, of faces-charming faces of maidens, miniature faces of Kwannon herself.
For this is the Kwannon of the Eleven Faces—Jiu-ichimen-Kwannon.
In the reign of Emperor Gensei, there lived in the province of Yamato a Buddhist priest, Tokudo Shonin, who had been in a previous birth Hold Bosatsu, but had been reborn among common men to save their souls.
Now at that time, in a valley in Yamato, Tokudo Shonin, walking by night, saw a wonderful radiance; and going toward it found that it came from the trunk of a great fallen tree, a kusunoki, or camphor-tree.
A delicious perfume came from the tree, and the shining of it was like the shining of the moon.
And by these signs Tokudo Shonin knew that the wood was holy; and he bethought him that he should have the statue of Kwannon carved from it.
And he recited a sutra, and repeated the Nenbutsu, praying for inspiration; and even while he prayed there came and stood before him an aged man and an aged woman; and these said to him, 'We know that your desire is to have the image of Kwannon-Sama carved from this tree with the help of Heaven; continue therefore, to pray, and we shall carve the statue.
And he saw them so labour for three days; and on the third day the work was done—and he saw link two marvellous statues of Kwannon made perfect before him.
And he said to the strangers: 'Tell me, I pray you, by what names you are known.
Also the great priest, Gyogi-Bosatsu, came and consecrated the images, and dedicated the temple which by order of the Emperor was built.
And one of the statues he placed in the temple, enshrining it, and commanding it: 'Stay thou here always to save all living creatures!
And there arriving by night it shed a great radiance all about it as if there were sunshine upon the sea; and the fishermen of Kamakura were awakened by the great light; and they went out in boats, and found the statue floating and brought it to shore.
And the Emperor ordered that a temple should be built for it, the temple called Shin-haseidera, on the mountain called Kaiko-San, at Kamakura.
These efforts were, to a great extent, successful prior to the disestablishment of Buddhism and the revival of Shinto as the State religion.
But in Izumo, and other parts of western Japan, Shinto has always remained dominant, and has even appropriated and amalgamated much belonging to Buddhism.
But still, at intervals, some flight of venerable mossy steps, a carven Buddhist gateway, or a lofty torii, signals the presence of sanctuaries we have no time to どのように私は私のAndroidタブレットでFacebookのゲームをプレイするのですか countless crumbling shrines are all around us, dumb witnesses to the antique splendour and vastness of the dead capital; and everywhere, mingled with perfume of blossoms, hovers the sweet, resinous smell of Japanese incense.
Be-times we pass a scattered multitude of sculptured stones, like segments of four-sided pillars—old haka, the forgotten tombs of a long-abandoned cemetery; or the solitary image of some Buddhist deity—a dreaming Amida or faintly smiling Kwannon.
All are ancient, time-discoloured, mutilated; a few have been weather-worn into unrecognisability.
I halt a moment to contemplate something pathetic, a group of six images of the charming divinity who cares for the ghosts of little children—the Roku-Jizo.
Oh, how chipped and scurfed and mossed they are!
Five stand buried almost up to their shoulders in a heaping of little stones, testifying to the prayers of generations; and votive yodarekake, infant bibs of divers colours, have been put about the necks of these for the love of children lost.
But one of the gentle god's images lies shattered and overthrown in its own scattered pebble-pile-broken perhaps by some passing wagon.
Suddenly we emerge from the cliffs, and reach the sea.
It is blue like the unclouded sky—a soft dreamy blue.
And our path turns sharply to the right, and winds along cliff-summits overlooking a broad beach of dun-coloured sand; and the sea wind blows deliciously with a sweet saline scent, urging the lungs to fill themselves to the very utmost; and far away before me, I perceive a beautiful high green mass, an island foliage-covered, rising out of the water about a quarter of a mile from the mainland—Enoshima, the holy island, sacred to the goddess of the sea, the goddess of beauty.
I can already distinguish a tiny town, grey-sprinkling its steep slope.
Evidently it can be reached to-day on foot, for the tide is out, and has left bare a long broad reach of sand, extending to it, from the opposite village link we are approaching, like a causeway.
At Katase, the little settlement facing the island, we must leave our jinricksha and walk; the dunes between the village and the beach are too deep to pull the vehicle over.
Scores of other jinricksha are waiting here in the little narrow street for pilgrims who have preceded me.
But to-day, I am told, I am the only European who visits the shrine of Benten.
Our two men lead the way over the dunes, and we soon descend upon damp firm sand.
As we near the island the architectural details of the little town define delightfully through the faint sea-haze—curved bluish sweeps of fantastic roofs, angles of airy balconies, high-peaked curious gables, all this web page a fluttering of queerly shaped banners covered with mysterious lettering.
We pass the sand-flats; and the ever-open Portal of the Sea- city, the City of the Dragon-goddess, is before us, a beautiful torii.
All of bronze it is, with shimenawa of bronze above it, and a brazen tablet inscribed with characters declaring: 'This is the Palace of the Goddess of Enoshima.
This is really the gate of the city, facing the shrine of Benten by the land approach; but it is only the third torii of the imposing series through Katase: we did not see the others, having come by way of the coast.
High before us slopes the single street, a street of broad steps, a street shadowy, full of multi-coloured flags and dank blue drapery dashed with white fantasticalities, which are words, fluttered by the sea wind.
It is lined with taverns and miniature shops.
At every one I must pause to look; and to dare to look at anything in Japan is to want to buy it.
So I buy, and buy, and buy!
For verily 'tis the City of Mother-of-Pearl, this Enoshima.
In every shop, behind the' lettered draperies there are miracles of shell-work for sale at absurdly small prices.
The glazed cases laid flat upon the matted platforms, the shelved cabinets set against the walls, are all opalescent with nacreous things—extraordinary surprises, incredible ingenuities; strings of mother-of-pearl fish, strings of ポーカーテキサスオンライン無料 birds, all shimmering with rainbow colours.
There are little kittens of mother-of-pearl, and little foxes of mother-of-pearl, and little puppies of mother-of-pearl, and girls' hair-combs, and cigarette-holders, and pipes too beautiful to use.
There are little tortoises, not larger than a shilling, made of shells, that, when you touch them, however lightly, begin to move head, legs, and tail, all at the same time, alternately withdrawing or protruding their limbs 深紅色キャバレーゲーム much like real tortoises as to give one a shock of surprise.
There are storks and birds, and beetles and butterflies, and crabs and lobsters, made so cunningly of shells, that only touch convinces you they are not alive.
There are bees of shell, poised on flowers of the same material—poised on wire in such a way that they seem to buzz if moved only with the tip of a feather.
There is shell-work jewellery indescribable, things that Japanese girls love, enchantments in mother-of-pearl, hair-pins carven in a hundred forms, brooches, necklaces.
And there are photographs of Enoshima.
But very suddenly, at a turn, he comes into full view and you start!
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As for me, I retire at once thirty or forty yards back, to get a better view.
And the jinricksha man runs after me, laughing and gesticulating, thinking that I imagine the image alive and am afraid of it.
But, even were that shape alive, none could be afraid of it.
The gentleness, the dreamy passionlessness of those features,—the immense repose of the whole figure—are full of beauty and charm.
And, contrary to all expectation, the nearer you approach the giant Buddha, the greater this charm becomes You look share フラッシュカジノのスロットマシンのソースコード apologise into the solemnly beautiful face -into the half-closed eyes that seem to watch you through their eyelids of bronze as gently as those of a child; and you feel that the image typifies all that is tender and calm in the Soul of the East.
Yet you feel also that only Japanese thought could have created it.
Its beauty, its dignity, its perfect repose, reflect the higher life of the race that imagined it; and, though doubtless inspired by some Indian model, as the treatment of the hair and various symbolic marks reveal, the art is Japanese.
So mighty and beautiful the work is, that you will not for some time notice the magnificent lotus-plants of bronze, fully fifteen feet high, planted before the figure, on either side of the great tripod in which incense-rods are burning.
Through an orifice in the right side of the enormous lotus-blossom on which the Buddha is seated, you can enter into the statue.
The interior contains a little shrine of Kwannon, and a statue of the priest Yuten, and a stone tablet bearing in Chinese characters the sacred formula, Namu Amida Butsu.
A ladder enables the pilgrim to ascend into the interior of the colossus as high as the shoulders, in which are two little windows commanding a wide prospect of the grounds; while a priest, who acts as guide, states the age of the statue to be six hundred and thirty years, and asks for some small contribution to aid in the erection of a new temple to shelter it from the weather.
For this Buddha once had a temple.
A tidal wave following an earthquake swept walls and roof away, but left the mighty Amida unmoved, still meditating upon his トップ10無料のオンライン多人数参加型ゲームPC />Seven hundred years ago, 'tis said, there died the great image-maker, the great busshi; Unke-Sosei.
And Unke-Sosei signifies 'Unke who returned from the dead.
Go back unto earth 深紅色キャバレーゲーム make one, now that thou hast looked upon me.
And Unke-Sosei, bearing with him always the memory of the countenance of Emma, wrought this image of him, which still inspires fear in all who behold it; and he made also the images of the grim Jiu- O, the Ten Kings obeying Emma, which sit throned about the temple.
I want to buy a picture of Emma, and make my wish known to the temple guardian.
Oh, yes, I may buy a picture of Emma, but I must first see the Oni.
I follow the guardian Out of the temple, down the mossy steps, and across the village highway into a little Japanese cottage, where I take 無料でプレイするゲーム seat upon the floor.
The guardian disappears behind a screen, and presently returns dragging with him the Oni—the image of a demon, naked, blood-red, indescribably ugly.
The Oni is about three feet high.
He stands in an attitude of menace, brandishing a club.
He has a head shaped something like the head of a bulldog, with brazen eyes; and his feet are like the feet of a lion.
Very gravely the guardian turns the grotesquery round and round, that I may admire its every aspect; while a na´ve crowd collects before the open door to look at the stranger and the demon.
Then the guardian finds me a rude woodcut of Emma, with a sacred inscription printed upon it; and as soon as I have paid for it, he proceeds to stamp the paper, with the seal of the temple.
The seal he keeps in a wonderful lacquered box, covered with many wrappings of soft leather.
These having been removed, I inspect the seal—an oblong, vermilion-red polished stone, with the design cut in intaglio upon it.
He moistens the surface with red ink, presses it upon the corner of the paper bearing the grim picture, and the authenticity of my strange purchase is established for ever.
And it is more than seven hundred years old, and there is a famous statue in it.
At the head of the steps, to the right, is a stone tablet, very old, with characters cut at least an inch deep into the granite of it, Chinese characters signifying, 'This is the Temple of Emma, King.
Everything is worn, dim, vaguely grey; there is a pungent scent of mouldiness; the paint has long ago peeled away from the naked wood of the pillars.
Throned to right and left against the high walls tower nine grim figures—five on one side, four on the other—wearing strange ロストスロットコンテナ with trumpet-shapen ornaments; figures hoary with centuries, and so like to the icon of Emma, which I saw at Kuboyama, that I ask, 'Are all these Emma?
You have not yet seen Emma.
I see at the farther end of the chamber an altar elevated upon a platform approached by wooden steps; but there is no image, only the usual altar furniture of gilded bronze and lacquer-ware.
Behind the altar I see only a curtain about six feet square—a curtain once dark red, now almost without any definite hue—probably veiling some alcove.
A temple guardian approaches, and invites us to ascend the platform.
I remove my shoes before mounting upon the matted surface, and follow the guardian behind the altar, in front of the curtain.
He makes me a sign to look, and lifts the veil with a long rod.
And suddenly, out of the blackness of some mysterious profundity masked by that sombre curtain, there glowers upon me an apparition at the sight of which I involuntarily start back—a monstrosity exceeding all anticipation—a Face.
The first shock of the vision is no doubt partly due to the somewhat theatrical manner in which the work is suddenly revealed out of darkness by the lifting of the curtain.
But as the surprise passes I begin to recognise the immense energy of the conception—to look for the secret of the grim artist.
The wonder of the I creation is not in the tiger frown, nor in the violence of the terrific mouth, nor in the fury and ghastly colour of the head as a just click for source it is in the eyes—eyes of nightmare.
The statue was indeed naked, but clothes were put upon it; and it stood upright with its feet upon a chessboard.
Now, when pilgrims came to the temple and paid a certain fee, 深紅色キャバレーゲーム priest of the temple would remove the clothes of the statue; and then all could see that, though the face was the face of Jizo, the body was the body of https://deposit-games-free.site/1/1633.html woman.
Now this was the origin of the famous image of Hadaka-Jizo standing upon the chessboard.
On one occasion the great prince Taira-no-Tokyori was playing chess with his wife in the presence of many guests.
And he made her agree, after they had played several games, that whosoever should lose the next game would have to stand naked on the chessboard.
And in the next game they played his wife lost.
And she prayed to Jizo to save her from the shame of appearing naked.
And Jizo came in answer to her prayer and stood upon the chessboard, and disrobed himself, and changed his body suddenly into the body of a woman.
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