What You Think Upon Grows Day 2024 is on Friday, May 31, 2024: Why is Aikido looked down upon now days?

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Probably because most people who grew up watching those testosterone filled punch and kick martial arts movies can't comprehend how a purely non aggressive defense system can be of any use to them. There is no attack in Aikido, just defense, if 2 aikido practioners decided to fight using their aikido skills, they'll just stare at each other all day and nothing would happen unless one of em gets impatient and charges at the other like a mad bull and starts swinging. Aikido is only effective if your opponent makes a commited attack, it's not designed for one on one matches in the ring. It was developed by the founder Morihei Ueshiba who was a Shinto Priest as a way of defending oneself without using excessive force. The throws and locks are not designed to maim or kill like the ones in Jujitsu, they are merely designed to neutralize and control your assailant until he either gets tired of kissing the floor or a cop shows up. He designed it to be effective only against an unprovoked attack making Aikido probably more effective in a rumble against multiple opponents than against a single well trained opponent. The first thing taught to Aikido practitioners is that when confronted with a choice to fight or not, one must always walk away. I'd suppose in today's UFC culture fed mentality, this would be seen as a real sissy way of defending yourself.

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Once upon a time.....?

Once upon a time a young girl was born. Her parents named her Ithina because it reminded them of an elf. Not the kind of elf Santa has busy in his workshop, but the kind of elves one might find in the forest. Noble, slender, elusive, and beautiful.

Later on, these parents found out the similarities between the Greek Goddess Athena and their precious baby girl Ithina. None the less they thought this coincidence was fit.

Before Ithina reached the age of two, her parents were given a prophesy. The night was chilly and a fresh layer of snow blanketed the earth as a traveler with a gnarled walking staff knocked three times on the door. This messenger's teeth were yellow and missing, his skin wrinkly and weathered, but his eyes--his eyes were not old. Each blue orb was as bright and sharp as a summers day.

Standing at the door Ithina's parents invited the stranger in. He walked through the threshold, but did not make himself at home. He stood there. He breathed in and said, "I bring you a message about your daughter. She will be smart, a leader, and a bard. She will shape the world anew, and shake the very pillars from whence it has been built."

Ithina's parents smiled thinly and promptly let the stranger out. Both her mother and father agreed that this stranger was crazy and not to be trusted. They vowed never to speak of him again. They never forgot what he said that night though. They raised their daughter with the highest morals as possible, only later learning she had rejected much of what they taught her.

Ithina grew up as any child would: picked on in elementary, fads through middle school, and finding herself in high school. When she hit college however, her father began to worry. The prophesy seemed to be coming true. The father wondered how far his daughters ripples in the pond would shake and reverberate off of the sides. She was definitely here to shake the world, as the prophesy had said. Would it be possible for her rock to simply hit the bottom of the pond without so much as disturbing the sound waters of the world?

One day in contemplation her father wondered what his wife would have said. Would she be happy of her daughter’s strange successes or saddened? His wife had died a few years ago. He and Ithina never talked much about her mother, but both were saddened by her passing.

He worried what strange things and new ways his daughter would come up with. She was studying higher levels of physics and other sciences, higher math, the Occult, mysticism, and philosophy. He knew she was like a pebble poised above a perfectly still pond. How would the pebble affect the pond, and what would the ripples, if any, do?

He ruffled the newspaper over his breakfast of sausage and eggs. Looking at the articles he realized his daughter would not make any more of an impact on society as anything else. Nothing made impacts anymore. Sure, the headlines spoke of wars and tragedies, but the next day the stories were old and dead. Society was like a wave, only lasting for a time, rising and falling continuously with new things.

The world would not change if new discoveries were made. Not like it did in times past. Proof of this existed in every highschool science classroom accross the country. People liked their tangible predictability. The idea of control.

Ithina's father gave a chuckle over his now cold breakfast. His daughter was said to be a bard. She could not sing for the life of her--and worse still her worst subject was history. Maybe there was nothing to the old, yellow-teethed man anyway. After all, that man was crazy.

He heard his daughter wake up for the morning and smiled. She was just a normal girl. In many ways she was becomming her mother, though he didn't dare tell her that.

Ok, so I embellished much, but not everything. Non-Fiction is not my strong suit.