Aikido is true
Me as an adolescent, experimenting wildly with training buddy Lennart Linder, c.1974.
What Made Me Start and Continue with Aikido
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.
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 conceded 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 it were 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 the butterfly, when sitting on a straw of grass, gently flaps its wings. That was all. And I fell to the floor as abruptly as if I were hit with a blacksmith's hammer.
It was delightful, in the midst of the pain. It was magical, incomprehensible although it looked so simple. This I wanted to learn. When the beginner's course started in the fall, I showed up in my blue gym suit, anxious and excited.
Me as uke for Ichimura in a Jakobsberg aikido class, c. 1973.
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 teen age 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 to. Everything was present in that first, painful encounter. What followed was neither more nor less than confirmations - delightful confirmations.
My demonstration at the national seminar of 2002, when Swedish aikido celebrated 50 years. Uke is Jonas Dahlqvist.
However exotic some of the Aikido movements may be, they are permeated by a sense of recognition. When you pull it off alright and the technique works somewhat, it's not at all like a foreign term you've 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 dèja vu - they are recognizable.
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's not a bit 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 do, from within, perceive it so 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 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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