Today, I walked home from class instead of taking the train. What I was expecting was a nice walk through a part of the city I don’t usually get to see while saving myself a bit of money. What I wasn’t expecting was the park I walked by, or the strong spiritual charge it had.
One little alcove in particular felt saturated with something: a feeling I’ve learned to associate with spirits nearby. It’s the first time I’ve felt this kind of sensation in Japan.
I think that park will be a good one to visit on a regular basis, to just sit in quietly and make myself available, if whatever resides there wants to make contact. If it doesn’t want to, that’s okay too. It’s not my place to pressure anyone to do anything.