KEIKO KOMA net

15 Mar. 2011

Father of Koguryo

Last night I envisioned the light-scape of my internality and my soul trembled as I wrote about this. It read that at the coming gathering entitled life and story of Keiko Koma, father of Koguryo would narrate a story together with me. I was greatly excited and went asleep expecting something marvelous to happen today. In the morning I woke up and found my heart filled with tears. As I went to the Koma gallery Café at Yasaka, a pleasant breeze came down to me from the Yasaka tower and trees were waving to it. I realized that souls of people were addressing me. I was living a life unified with numerous souls of Koguryo people. The breeze has carried their voices. Several years ago when I had visited Mt. Gojo, I was shocked as I saw a shadow of its deep history. I swore that I would never forget what my life greatly owed to him. Since then I wished to have an opportunity to tell a story about him. To put it more precisely, I had long waited for the arrival of a moment when he would start to tell his own story as I knew that the hidden history would manifest the truth of history. Then I anticipated that a new human history would start. I realized that today’s gathering, life and story of Keiko Koma, was a ceremony that allowed us to introduce ourselves in the invisible world of souls. Our soul would only tell the truth while any written history might try to hide the truth of Koguryo. Like this I envisioned that we would welcome the world of truth. Humankind could live on only by making a radical change. I was grateful to be provided with the precious opportunity today to tell the truth together with the father of Koguryo.