The Grimoire of the Cabal of Pure Thought

with introduction by Fujimiya, Noriko -- 目見子内親王

I remember my first awakening with clarity, even now, some several hundred years later. The Mongols had invaded for the first time; we were at the Grand Ise Shrine. His hands were so large around my much smaller, feminine hands, and I realized that I felt safe when he was holding them. We heard the first rush of arrows firing around the Gekū, or Outer Shrine, when the first tablets to the deity Toyouke no ōmikami (The Great God) shook on the walls. Quick to push me into the arms of a the Shrine Maiden, Yamato-Hime , who herded me the 6 kilometers towards the Naikū of Amaterasu ōmikami(Our Sun Goddess) in the city of Uji, I was terrified. I remember looking at my hands, and wondering where the strength of my father was now. Safe within the shrine, I lit candles; I offered incense; I prayed to the ancestors for the strength to bring my father not only to honor but moreover, to safety.

He was surrounded by blood; and by men and by arrows and all manners of steel and wood. But he stood: with his men in battle. I was terrified; turning I fled and ran through what I thought was a field of battle, but in reality it was the walls of the Shrine. I stopped only when I’d breached the most sacred of temple rooms. My face was lost through time and space as I looked stunned and awed, into the Yata no Kagami (the Sacred Mirror that houses the spirit of Wisdom and Honesty)…something that I should have never laid eyes into. I knew this to be one of three artifacts used in the imperial ceremony of Ascension. I’d heard whispers of the power of the mirror, in being able to awaken the god within. At first, I cast my eyes away, in fear of loosing my sight. Through closed lids, I felt the world around me; I heard spirits of my ancestors, and the voice of the shrine. I felt the drops of energy tingle down my spine, and I opened them once more, becoming lost in my own reflection. I was holding the Tasakani No Megatama (Sacred Jewels that house Benevolence) in my right hand, with the prayer beads wrapped tightly around my wrist. My other young hand held tight to Kusanagi no Tsurugi (our great sword, “Gathering the Clouds in the Heavens”) which was dripping with the blood of the Mongols.

When the Shrine High Priestess, Man’yōshū Saiō, found me, she went to her knees and wept, for she saw in the mirror the

reflection of my Vision. I felt as if I was waking from a dream; there was the softest morning dew that had settled in glistening pebbles on the white of my arms; and a haze that had gathered around the Shrine, protecting it from the Mongols. I knew then that I was awakened to something greater. When my father came to collect me, he spoke to his sister (for, the Shrine was protected by a female member of the Imperial Family, honoring the will of Amaterasu ōmikami) and lamenting, he left me there. From that day forward, I was honed as a sister of the Akashic Record.

At that time, we were half way into the Kamajura period (which spanned between 1185 and 1333); our Japanese “medieval” era...a time in which the emperor, the court, and the traditional central government were left intact, but were largely relegated to ceremonial functions. Civil, military and judicial matters were controlled by the bushi shogun, Hironotaka Niakon (a position that eventually, my eldest brother claimed), who owed a great deal to my father. Buddhism had been planted centuries earlier, but in these dark times a popularization for salvation spanned the country, with two new sects springing up. The Jodo-shu ( Pure Land Buddhism) and Zen (meditation) became the response to the outreach by the people; hoping for eternal peace. Older forms, such as the Heian Buddhism that we practiced,had been quite esoteric and appealed more to the intellectuals than to the masses; Jodo-shu and Zen offered the People an alternative. My training was a mixture of the Heian beliefs and Zen Buddhism.

I was lucky enough to call father the Great Emperor Kameyama-tennō; who was a just and wise ruler. Of his children, I dared to call him Tsunehito, as I was borne to. After my training, I rejoined my family at the Imperial Palace; turning down the position of High Priestess of the Ise Shrine…something I am sure that some of my ancestors never will forgive me for. I needed to be close to my family, and not remotely drawn to a corner of the misty world: I had a position and a destiny to fulfill and I was not going to be kept from it. The Mongols attacked once more, and this time, I was not to be pushed out of the way. In honoring my family, I fought with my brother and defended against the final However, the Bakufu was a jealous man who sought to gain power and did not cease his mistrust of the Emperor until the eventual abdication of the Imperial throne to a former Emperor’s of age son. This left my father to our family until the death of my mother, Empress Saionji, when father joined the Zen Buddhist priesthood. My oldest brother, Prince Hisa’aki, became Shōgun strengthening the position of the Jimyōin-tō and our family.

In 1278 we were approached by a Man who seemed as if he had been brought from the heavens; his skin was as pure white as the clouds and his eyes were a deeper blue than the cerulean that I remember from my years at the Ise Shrine. The man spoke in a strange language, though I was able to understand it; he wrote with strange markings that I was able to translate for my father; a gift from Amaterasu ōmikami…He had come for me, to take me with him into the vast blue and to continue my training. He spoke with a resonance and clarity that my father could not deny. I was not there to honor my family for the remainder of their life.

This Grimoire is what I leave behind in Honorable Memoir of my Family, of Our families. Life has taken our cabal through time and space, focusing on the good of the many, with the sacrifice of our personal lives. It is a testament to what we have shared and what we have faced, time and time again, life through life. It is as constantly evolving with our blood and tears. Some Rotes that may seem antiquated to your Modern Mind are of great importance to the Cabal’s founders, and if you have opened this book, Demand your Respect. I give you the Cabal of Pure Thought’s final Testaments, of these Final Times, in these Final Days.

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