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Aikido is true 

I was seventeen when I first heard about the remarkable Japanese martial art aikido. It was Krister, a friend some years my senior, who told me that he had practiced it. 

Just how seriously he regarded aikido, I understood partly from how long he had taken to reveal his knowledge of it although he must have been convinced that it would impress a teenage boy and partly from his elaborate and solemn way of talking about it. What Krister described was something completely different from a series of tricks to defeat an opponent of twice one's own size, also something different from the concept of athletics for a sound mind in a sound body. What Krister described was a way of living an art, a philosophy, and yes, kind of a religion. 

After listening with widening eyes to Krister's equally fascinating and incomprehensible elaboration on the subject, I had to make him show me just how it worked. Also with this he was remarkably reluctant. When I had repeated my wish over and over, he accepted and showed me one of the simpler techniques, nikyo, wherein my wrist was turned in such a way that I fell to the floor in sudden pain. 

My wrist hurt as if broken, although it was unharmed, and surely my knees had been bruised from the sudden fall to the floor, but I was overcome by one thing only: the beauty of the technique. Krister had only turned his hand around mine, as simply as a butterfly sitting on a straw of grass gently flaps its wings. That was all. And I fell to the floor as abruptly as if I had been hit with a blacksmith's hammer.

It was delightful, in the midst of the pain. It was magical, and incomprehensible although it looked so simple. This I wanted to learn. When the beginners course started in the fall, I showed up in my blue gym suit, anxious and excited. 

Like a darkening sky, where one star after the other becomes visible to the eye, aikido has through the years revealed increasing riches to me. Yet I think that the teenage boy, who fell suddenly to the floor by Krister's nikyo, really saw absolutely everything that the years of training have since made me acquainted with. Everything was present in that first, painful encounter. What followed was neither more nor less than confirmation-delightful confirmation. 

However exotic some of the aikido movements may be, they are permeated by a sense of recognition. When you pull it off all right, and the technique works somewhat, it is not at all like a foreign term you have finally learned by heart, after hours of repetition. No, it's an old friend making his entrance, or a small muscle that has rested for a long time but is once again put to work. All the secrets of aikido are deja vu - they are recognizable from within.

How can this be? Maybe we must say like Plato that man cannot learn anything he did not essentially know from the beginning. All wisdom is contained in our heads from the very moment of birth. We only have to be reminded of it. That is no more odd than the thesis that something must come out of something, never out of nothing. 

Such a conception of reality is not strange to me, but more precisely I perceive from within that the recognition springs from one firm condition: What I can initially recognize and see clearly, no matter how little I have practiced it, is true. 

What is true, completely true, is immediately recognized by every human being if he or she just wants to. So, if my senses were at all to be trusted, I knew from the first moment: aikido is true.

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