40 years ago there were boys who said they wanted to play with dolls. And what did the parents do? They beat them. They beat and beat. Until the child resigned himself. But then he grew up with rancor, with hatred towards his parents, with a sense of revenge against them.
Parents who beat up their children are not very good parents. But 40 years ago it was considered normal. 40 years ago it was considered normal for older males to torture young girls to prepare them for marriage. And this was granted by the parents. In fact, women were married when they were still girls and were given to old men, obviously pedophiles. But this was considered normal.
So many children, who today are dead or suicidal or sadistic or depressed parents, were unhappy children because they were unable to express their needs. In psychology there is a lot of attention to the expression of one's needs especially in childhood, a period in which a child needs to explore the world and himself. So he wants to play, discover, discover himself, and do whatever he feels like doing. If obstacles are put to him, if his needs are denied, this child will grow up pathological.
Maybe at that moment he will accept everything but inside he will feel killed, betrayed, denied. I'm talking about 40 years ago, when there was no gender fashion, when I played with those children, when we played in the courtyards and not at the play station.
The teru teru bozu is a self-made white doll made of paper or fabric, which is hung with a thread outside the window to ward off rain and recall good weather.
The word "teru" in Japanese means "to shine" and "bozu" is the name by which the Buddhist monks are called to which it aesthetically recalls the figure of the doll. The day before the children go on school trips or picnics with the family, they build and hang the Teru Teru Bozu which they entrust with the task of not letting the rain come.
It is a tradition of Japanese folklore and although it is practiced by children today, in past times there was no farmer who no longer hung Teru Teru Bozu out of windows, on trees or in fields, believing that he influenced the weather by safeguarding crops.
It was believed that the doll was able to frighten Amefushi, the spirit of the rain ... in the past an enemy of the peasants, today an enemy of children who prevents them from going outside to play. Legend has it that this spirit is not bad and approaches where there are children to play with them, but attracting rain is not welcome and is hunted with the Teru Teru Bozu.
"Teru Teru Bōzu, Teru Bōzu,
bring me the sun tomorrow
If the sky is as clear as I dream of it
I'll give you a golden bell.
Teru Teru Bōzu, Teru Bōzu,
bring me the sun tomorrow
If you will listen to my prayers
I'll give you some sweet sake
Teru Teru Bōzu, Teru Bōzu,
bring me the sun tomorrow
If it's cloudy, I'll take your head off "
This is the nursery rhyme that children say to the teru teru bozu.
So if you too want the sun to shine every day, put your teru bōzu outside the window to scare the Amefushi spirit, thus avoiding being prey to its jokes.
If the next day it will be sunny, you can thank the ghost by embellishing it with a small golden bell or taking it with us in any activity (such as a trip) planned for that day.
According to other customs, to thank him one would have to wet his head with sake and then throw him into a river.
They are called Daruma (達磨) dolls of the Okiagari-kobōshi type. They are particular Japanese dolls that, due to their shape and texture, tend to go back straight every time they are pushed to one side. Whenever they are knocked down, they always come back to their feet. All time. Here you are. The secret is to do just like them.The doll’s eyes are white: this is because tradition has it that the owner draws a first eye with black ink when making a wish or setting a goal. The second eye, on the other hand, will be drawn upon the fulfillment of the desire or the achievement of one’s goal.You draw one eye making a wish, when it has come true you draw another eye. Many ask me “The bigger the more it works?”. Yes, it’s true. This tends to be the case. To me, whoever took the big one came back soon to tell me that he had already put a second eye. But I would recommend choosing the one that has more harmony, a more sympathetic one. Because Daruma is a companion until your dream is fulfilled.In Japan, daruma dolls are probably one of the most bought objects as a good luck charm … they are figures without arms or legs and represent Bodhidharma, founder of the Zen tradition. The daruma is a motivational tool to achieve your goals, every time you look at the drawn eye and the missing one, it is a reminder of what you have promised to achieve. It must remind us that we must pursue and put all of ourselves into what we do, only with effort and perseverance can we achieve what we want. Always give your best and never lose sight of focus, in the face of obstacles, get up and continue always. The daruma doll is also used by companies that have to achieve an important goal, displayed where employees can see it as a reminder of the business goal.How you can use it? Get a daruma. Decide what is the goal you want to achieve with determination. Draw one of the two eyes, symbolizing your commitment to achieving the goal. Put the daruma in a visible place in your home or office, where you can look at it to remind you of the goal. When the goal has been achieved, draw the second eye as a sign of thanks. Behind the daruma write the goal you have achieved. Once you have reached your goal, it’s time to get yourself another daruma and set yourself a new goal.According to legend, the monk Bodhidharma founder of the Zen tradition from which the daruma takes its name, after meditating for ten years without moving, lost the use of his arms and legs. During meditation in a moment of weakness, the concentration of meditation waned and he fell asleep. When he awoke from shame he tore off his eyelids and threw them to the ground. Immediately afterwards, leaves sprouted that were able to ward off sleep, so the tea plant was born.
Outward beauty is the obsession they have instilled in us since childhood. physical beauty is always expected from women and wherever you turn, every mass media proposes models of perfect beauty that we women yearn to reach. From an early age they give us these dolls with golden hair and slender body, dressed in princesses, queens, models … then the cartoons arrive, those where she turns into a beautiful little witch who makes the most impossible spells and here we are dreaming of disguises magnificent to become what we are not. This ideal of ourselves that they always put us in front of me broke the boxes from the beginning. I was an ugly duckling turned swan who preferred to return ugly duckling. Like a butterfly that comes out of the chrysalis and decides to become a caterpillar again! I cover myself, I hide, I never reveal myself, I leave no trace of myself. Because beauty rules, commands, gets crowds of men in tow, gets so many things, but then what? what remains? I lived as a beautiful and an ugly one, it almost seems like a movie, yet it is true. The problem is not with us, but with men. I was a tomboy girl, an ugly duckling who later became a white swan. And I couldn’t be anywhere without being bothered by someone. I mean that centuries have passed but men continue to judge women only by their physique and all the fights that many women have done have been of no use. Think of a world without the canons of beauty, without anyone judging the other ok or not ok, based only on physical appearance. This is the only thing that is talked about everywhere, the inner aspect is so neglected by everyone and now we live in a world where the beauty of the body comes first. and down pills for weight loss, liposuction, now cosmetic surgery that reigns and goes crazy, and we women are always there to change us, trying to make ourselves perfect, for whom? for him! for them! and what do they do? here they are, blessed and fed up in front of the television watching the game, playing at the play station without the thought of either the extra pounds or the costume fitting. we kill each other between diets, retouches, make-up and stuccoes and they are calm in their princes’ beauty acclaimed by our loving eyes. “dear, you are beautiful … for me”, this is the typical phrase of those who are actually saying “you are not beautiful but I like you” and yet then you find them peeking at the tissue on duty with their buttocks uncovered. and U.S? Here we are again, after a moment of absolute joy, in moisturizing, slimming, exfoliating, modeling creams … and all for what? for him! He is the ruler of the world, he with his eyes that seem inattentive but capture our every failure, even if he were an engineer, and as soon as a few wrinkles furrow our face or some fold is formed in the belly, oh my God, tragedy, he will not love us anymore . Relief! Help! here we are again on a diet, pills, herbal teas, infusions, spells to become what he wants, what he dreams of. he who? He! we are prisoners! we are prisoners of the opinion of men, who would gladly do without our heart and soul and our interior. if it weren’t for that strange little word called Love that plays bad jokes.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 