Great Construction

A Comparison of Johrei and Medical Science

     This account describes a topic on which I always speak, so there is really nothing left to comment on, only to say that the following so vividly and clearly illustrates my teaching that I feel I must put down a few words. The point that demands consideration here is not that the power of Johrei exceeds that of medical science, but rather how frightening medical science truly is. Not only do its frightening aspects fail to catch attention, but rather life itself is entrusted to this preposterous medical science, which is nothing less than mystifying. This is why the situation is so mystifying.
     Johrei, a method that truly cures disease, has been discovered, so the predicament has come to be understood. If Johrei had not been discovered, patients would not believe that even though doctors are doing their best, medical treatment had worsened. People would believe instead that because their conditions were acute they did not recover from their illnesses and indeed their doctors do explain so. What a frightening world!

Blessings from Precious God and
The Foolishness of Medical Science

    Fusako Saito, 42, Minori Church
  Fujioka Village, Shizuoka Prefecture

     Meishu-sama, thank you very much for my countless blessings. Here I would like to report my experience with the purification of Mr. Hisaji Ozawa, 39, to whom I channeled Johrei and of the blessings received.
     It was June 10. I heard that Hisaji was taking the day off. He usually seemed to be quite well but occasionally took the day off because of the pain from headaches, and I had heard indirectly that he received injections of penicillin on these occasions. Hearing of his latest affliction, I thought I must save him, so as soon as possible I paid him a visit.
     “The same as before and I’m really in a bad way,” was how he replied with eyes half opened when I asked him how he was. He said that if he kept his eyes open too long, the room seemed to spin around him. It was awful because the ice did not cool him down at all even though the ice was cold, he said, with an ice pack to his forehead, as he laid in bed with three blankets over him, complaining of the cold. That day I channeled Johrei to him but he said he did not feel any change. I told him that if he did not stop using the ice packs, he would become even more dizzy and would not be able to get out of bed. “At first the doctor said it was pneumonia, but now he says it is my chest,” Hisaji told me in a manner completely opposite from his usual outgoing attitude. “I have greatly weakened, though, so I do not have that much longer.” “Don’t worry about your chest. As long as your head feels better, that is enough. With your usual vigorous self please get better. I will try as much as possible to come and visit every day,” I replied to him. The very day I had said this to Hisaji, I ran into his wife on the way home. She cried as she told me, “My husband says that if I stay at home to look after him, the fields will not get taken care of, so he gets angry if I stay at home, but if I go to the fields to work, he says he does not like it if I look after him and that he will go to the fields. He really makes it hard for me, so I don’t want to go home, but I can’t leave him alone.” It was truly pitiful. I myself hurried back from the fields every day, but on days when we were very busy with farm work, I could not make it to his house until after sundown. After a week of visiting and channeling Johrei had passed, the ice pack that he had depended upon so much was hanging on the wall, and he seemed to be better. His body was warmer, and his bad complexion had improved.
     I really looked forward to visiting him. The doctor had previously said that his condition would not improve right away, but now he was surprised to see how much better Hisaji had become.
     On one rainy day, Hisaji told me that the doctor had come and said that it was no longer necessary to have x-rays taken. Hisaji said he felt as if he could do anything. He had eaten ten pieces of his favorite candy, he told me as he gleefully patted his stomach. I urged him not to overdo, and after saying goodbye, on the way home, I said over and over again I don’t know how many times, “Meishu-sama, thank you very much.”
     The following day, I went to Toyama and since I did not get back until late, did not visit Hisaji that day, but I had a feeling and so asked a neighbor about his condition. The neighbor reported, “He felt really good in the morning and we talked a lot, but the doctor came in the afternoon, and after a while, Hisaji started moaning that he felt worse and that his head hurt.” I asked if he had received an injection. When I heard that he had started to feel worse about two hours after receiving an injection, I unconsciously blurted out, “He got worse because they gave him that injection!” He had been so happy yesterday. He had not needed x-rays, and I felt as if I had been torn apart because even though the doctor said he was getting better, still Hisaji was given an injection. That evening I had even got to the point where I thought that tonight I should receive some kind of sign of which is better, blessings from precious God or the doctor. But inside, I was apologizing to Meishu-sama, “Meishu-sama, please forgive me.” I really did not feel like visiting Hisaji. Still, as I performed my evening prayers, all I could see was Hisaji’s face. Sitting at the table for dinner, the chopsticks felt heavy in my hands and I did not care to talk. 
     Oh, this feeling! In my family I was the only member and due to circumstances, we had not yet dedicated a sacred scroll. In place of an altar, every morning and evening, I paid my respects to Meishu-sama’s calligraphy “Sunlight,” and doing so always helped to soothe my confused state. Before going to bed, for some reason I thought “I may be woken during the night,” and while drowsily dropping off to sleep, there was knocking on the front door, “Hello! Hello!” And sure enough, it was Hisaji’s wife. “I’m really sorry to wake you so late, but please come. He is crying out very loudly, complaining of a pain in his head. If I didn’t come and get you, he said venting his pain, he would get on a bicycle and come himself.” I went right away and saw that Hisaji’s state had changed so much from before, blood having rushed to his eyes, trembling violently he said he felt so cold, and at the same time demanding a hot water bottle for warmth, with a big fuss. No one knew how to help. I prayed the Zengen Sanji and channeled Johrei to his head, and gradually the purification activity grew stronger. Just when we thought he was just rambling along, he would say something very clearly and distinctly. This continued repeatedly, and then said sat up and said, “My head is going to dissolve inside. My body seems to be floating. Quickly bring a hatchet and smash my head!” Pointing in the air he said, “My father who passed away three years ago has come for me. It’s the end.” Unconsciously we looked in each others eyes. At that moment I realized I had loaned them a copy of the Chijôtengoku magazine and I stood the cover with Kannon on it by his bedside and prayed for help. Praying to the Buddhist image, I recited a prayer, and right before my eyes an image of Meishu-sama radiantly smiling appeared before my eyes. I repeatedly prayed to him, “Meishu-sama, please help him,” and he seemed to be supportive.
     I went to Hisaji’s side and he whispered to me, “Sorry to have bothered you so much even more than a relative, but my eyes are already misty and I cannot see anything,” and moaning off and on he went to sleep.
     The night passed and in no time the eastern sky lightened and shortly it was four o’clock. Watching carefully over her husband, Hisaji’s wife and I discussed various matters. Finally she asked, “Do you think it would be all right to call a doctor?” I myself wanted to depend only on Meishu-sama but felt I had no choice but to say, “Yes, it would be all right.” Around five o’clock, some of the neighbors started to gather to find out how Hisaji was doing, and so I went home.
     I performed my morning prayers and asked, “Is it all right to proceed in this way? Or, should I stop helping?” And, again Meishu-sama appeared, and moving his hand through the air, I heard him to say, “Help him.” I could only prostrate myself in gratitude and say thank you. I wanted to go back right away, but I realized that I should not show up on their doorstep so soon when they did not completely understand about this precious path, so I did not visit until around noon. I asked how he was doing and heard that he was sleeping soundly. Hisaji’s wife told me that she had gone to get the doctor at six o’clock that morning but had been told that the doctor was to perform a coroner’s examination that day so he could not visit, and she asked me to help again. I felt as if I had received a blessing.
     The purification lasted three days, Hisaji eliminated much through diarrhea and sweating, and afterwards became very energetic. For some reason or another, the doctor did not come any more. Even now Hisaji experiences purification occasionally but is still able to go anywhere he wants.
     We received the blessing of salvation because the doctor had not been able to make a house call, and I was clearly taught the difference between modern medicine and Johrei.
     Until this experience my husband had not shown any understanding about the church, but he, along with Hisaji will soon receive their own focal points, for which blessing I express my deep appreciation. Meishu-sama, thank you very much. (October 16, 1952)

Eikô, Issue 194, February 4, 1953
 translation by cynndd