October 10, 2010
The Origin of Amaterasu and Blanchot
What is the origin of the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu? We don't know much about her but we are told that: She is probably female (but this is controversial), she was upset by her brother and hid in a cave, she came out of the cave when she was shown a mirror that she mistook (?) for herself, and that vast mirror she was given should be worshipped as if it were her. There is a mirror in most shrines in Japan, thanks to the Meiji reformers.
Theories regarding the origin of the Sun Goddess, often mention the reference to a female leader of ancient Japan mentioned in the "Wajinden."
One theory, says that there was a
This is, I believe, a famous theory. I am not sure if the writer of <a href="http://www.ne.jp/asahi/moriyuki/abukuma/moriyukis/japan/shinto/shinto.html">this page</a> made it famous. But I have read it quoted more than once. Personally, however, I don't have all that much faith in it.
The Japanese have one ancient history book about their country written my a Chinese: the "Wajinden". This is like what the Romans had to say about the ancient Celts or Britons. It is a very important historical document, a direct link from that ancient time to this and, at the same time, it is of course pretty distorted. It was written by an outsider, and especially in the Japanese case it is very brief (a page or so in total).
The bit about Himiko, the ancient "shaman" queen of the Japanese people mentions (from memory, but there is not more than about 5 sentences)
The mini-countries in Japan had a war, and as a result eventually chose upon princess Himiko to lead a union. She was in consort with the spirits and confused or spooked the populace (the Kanji is "konwaku" no "kon" or "madowasu"). She kept herself hidden communicating via her brother.
So, this hidden lady that speaks with the spirits and confuses people, and has a brother, does not fit too badly with the Amateraus myth. If someone that has the role of communing with the spirits can be called a shaman then Himiko was a shaman (but then so is a priest or vicar).
So perhaps, that is the origin of Amaterasu. Is her origin bound up with the political situation of ancient Japanese states?
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But, I like to think that there is a lot more relevance for us now in the theory that the supreme spirit is the sun goddess. I prefer the Kuro-zumi Shinto sect theory (that there is a mirror soul of the sun goddess in all our hearts), crossed with Jacques Lacan (the mother/other in our psyche) and Phenomenology 101. Phenomenological speaking, it seems to me that I am presented with a roughly spherical mass of qualia, that it is impossible for me to describe. What is this disk of light that we are looking at anyway? and a fabulous Jorge Luis Borges's story about a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0525475400">Celt losing a shiny coin with only one side</a>. It seems to me that sometime over the course of the process of civilisation we have lost sight of the coin, or mirror, so much so that some people even do not seem to think it is there.
Haven't we lost that disk? (Sounds like geek trauma!) But I kid myself that, when I pray at a shrine, I sort of find that disk again, darkly, and ever so fleetingly, drawfing the little me that stands and claps before the mirror in the Shrine.
Yes I am dwarfed by the size of the real mirror. While the Borges's short story, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0525475400">The Disk</a>" (1975) is very cool, words like "disk" and "coin," make the sphere seem small. The Sun Goddess' mirror, we are told is much bigger, "Yamata" (?) vast even.
I am not sure if this is at all relevant to the origin of the Amaterasu but in a story by Maurice Blanchot, he has a vision, an "*agonizing contact with the day*," when he sees a woman with a baby go first through a door, in "<a href="http://www.skidmore.edu/~b_brouse/fulltext.html">The Madness of the Day</a>"
What did Mr. Blanchot see? I like to think he saw Amaterasu. He writes,
"As the cold wrapped around me from head to foot, I slowly felt my great height take on the dimensions of this boundless cold; it grew tranquilly, according to the laws of its true nature, and I lingered in the joy and perfection of this happiness, for one moment my head as high as the stone of the sky and my feet on the pavement. All that was real; take note."
Originally posted to the Shinto Mailing List