16th Mar. 2014

 

Phoenicia

 

Ever since I lost my parents I was in a deep despair and needed to create a future in order to live on. Therefore I traced the roots of my ancestor’s dynasty to Koguryo and arrived in Lebanon, the land of Phoenicia that has been suffering from perpetual wars. However people’s spirituality was brilliantly shining with the beauty of a blue sky, sea, sunbeams and colorful flowers. I wished to be surrounded by the special Phoenician wind in perpetuity. I was greatly attracted all at once and started living a new life yearning for the beautiful homeland. Having encountered the soul of my father in the ancient ruins of Phoenicia dating back to about 9000 years ago, I realized the eternal nature of a human soul and beauty. My life became guided by the internal conditions of life.
I envisioned that by holding our international concert at Tyre we could manifest eternal beauty that would pave a way for realizing a global peace. So we started preparing for this in the year two thousand. Descendants of Phoenician people received me as their daughter and cooperated with me like one of my family members. Then after five years we held the Legends of Koguryo Rediscovered concert in August 2005. In the last part of it, I realized that souls of ancient Phoenician people had gathered all together from every corner of the world, encountered each other and shed tears out of great impressions at heart. All the spectators got up and kept applauding us with a standing ovation saying “Bravo”. The storm of a heart had governed the venue. Next day a newspaper reported about our concert on its front line.
Several days ago I was invited by a Lebanese ambassador and presented a poem created by a Lebanese poet whom I knew very well; he was living in Bint Jibeil and a parliamentary member of Lebanon. He elaborated to hold our concert in his town that was destroyed by the Israeli army and many people were killed. He showed us around the town with sorrowful eyes and invited every Japanese staff member to have lunch at home. Because every restaurant was also destroyed we were served handmade Lebanese dishes. I could not forget their delicious taste and the warmth of his heart and hospitality. The memory was still vividly and brilliantly shining at heart. Though we were living in a remote place, I considered this experience as the precious bearing for living an authentic human being.
In Bint Jibeil there were beautiful flows of holy light and wind. Air was transparent and fresh wind purified my heart with a beautiful sound like a stream of water. I felt that its hill would best suit Jesus Christ to walk along. The wind transcended history and told me about the eternal nature of a human soul.