In the sixth century, give or take, the philosophy of yin-yang and the five phases made its way from China to Japan. Wood, fire, earth, metal, water - the wuxing - along with the cosmological principles of in and yō, positive and negative, light and dark. Within a hundred years or so, this imported framework had been adapted, blended with local Shinto practice and Buddhist theology, and codified into something distinctly Japanese. They called it onmyōdō - the Way of Yin and Yang.
By the seventh century, it had an office. The Onmyōryō - the Bureau of Yin-Yang - established under the ritsuryō system, operating within the Ministry of Central Affairs. Four departments. Divination, astronomy, calendar-making, and timekeeping. One master per department, ten students each, except the timekeepers, who got twenty, because someone had to ring the water clocks every hour and that's a lot of hours for ten people.
The astronomy department was considered the most prestigious, naturally. Reading the heavens, interpreting celestial anomalies, sealing signs of cosmic disturbance before they could leak out and cause problems for the emperor. The calendar department was the less glamorous sibling - essential, technically demanding, completely thankless. If you got the calendar right, nobody noticed. If you got it wrong, the harvest failed and it was your fault.
Two families came to dominate. The Kamo clan handled the calendars. The Abe clan - later the Tsuchimikado family - handled everything else, mostly because a man named Abe no Seimei was so good at his job that his descendants rode his reputation for the next thousand years. You might have heard of them.
Seimei is, depending on who you ask, the greatest onmyōji who ever lived, a half-human born of a fox spirit, or a very clever bureaucrat who understood that mystique is a form of job security. In reality, probably a combination of, let's say, #1 and #3.
The two families shared power for a while. Then, in 1682, a man named Tsuchimikado Yasutomi saw an opportunity when the head of the Kamo-descended Kōtokui family died at thirty-five, and the Tsuchimikado family took sole control of the Bureau. All onmyōji appointments nationwide required their approval. All divination activity required their license. One family, one institution, total regulatory capture of the entire spiritual practice ecosystem of Japan. A total monopoly, and they didn't even have a mustache and a top hat.
This lasted until 1870, when the Meiji government, in a fit of modernization, abolished onmyōdō entirely. The Tsuchimikado family lost their rank, their wealth, and their institutional authority in a single bureaucratic stroke. A thousand years of accumulated power, erased by a policy decision. Turns out the thing that made them was also the thing that could unmake them. They existed because the government said they could. Then, the government said they couldn't. Instant decapitation.
They survived - barely The family persisted through the twentieth century, diminished, irrelevant to anyone outside of academic religious studies departments. In 1954, a new organization for Tsuchimikado Shintō was established. The last male head of the family, Tsuchimikado Noritada, died in 1994. His daughter carries the name now - the thirty-fourth generation descendant of Abe no Seimei. One woman. One unbroken line. A thousand years of institutional history, and it's thinner than paper.
I'm reading all of this on my work computer, by the way. It's a Tuesday afternoon and I've finished my reports and I'm four pages deep into a Wikipedia rabbit hole about Japanese esoteric practices instead of doing anything productive. My supervisor is in a meeting and I have nothing due for the rest of the day. Tradition dictates that I continue on to tomorrow's work, but you know what? I'd rather just work just hard enough to not get fired.
The article mentions that in 2006, remaining prohibitions on the private practice of onmyōdō were lifted. Anyone can practice now, technically. The article treats this as a minor footnote - deregulation of an obscure religious tradition that nobody cares about. A curiosity and nothing more.
I scroll down. There's a section on modern practitioners. Most of them are Shinto priests. Some run fortune-telling shops. There are complaints from the old families about people who watched too much anime and think they can be onmyōji because they liked Bleach. There's an old man - or there was, he's probably dead now - looking for a successor and unable to find one because nobody wants to dedicate their life to an esoteric practice with no money and no prestige and no future.
I click another link. This one's about ghosts. Types of hauntings. Residual hauntings - recordings imprinted on the environment that replay on a loop, no consciousness behind them. Intelligent hauntings - the ones that actually respond to you. Poltergeists - which, according to one theory, aren't spirits at all but unconscious psychokinetic emissions from living people, usually teenagers. Crisis apparitions. Shadow people. Non-human entities.
There's a taxonomy - multiple competing taxonomies, of course. Humans love taxonomizing things. We love it so much we invented an entire word for it - taxonomy. I can't say I blame them. It's addictive to categorize things in groups. Why do you think I do what I do?
I click link after link. Parapsychology. Psi-gamma and psi-kappa. Clairvoyance, telepathy, psychokinesis. The CIA spent twenty million dollars on a remote viewing program at Stanford Research Institute. Twenty million dollars. To see if people could see things far away by thinking about it really hard. They ran it for twenty-three years. The results were "ambiguous." Twenty-three years of ambiguous results - it makes you think about the budget, right? Would you burn twenty-three years of defense budget on trying to prove that psionics are real or not? If I was running the country, I don't think I would.
This is what I do instead of work. I read about this stuff and I think about it the way you think about anything when you're bored and your brain is looking for something to chew on. Not because I believe in it. Because the systems are interesting. The structures. The way humans build institutions around things that might not be real, and those institutions develop politics and hierarchies and budgets and jurisdictional disputes, and after enough time the question of whether the underlying thing is real becomes almost irrelevant because the institution is real and the institution has power and the institution will fight to survive regardless of what it was originally built to manage.
My thoughts wander while I stare at a crow outside the window. It looks around, pecking for scraps on a rooftop, and then looks back at me. We meet eyes for a moment. Then, I go back to my computer.
I think about how many people pass through your life and vanish. Your best friend from elementary school. That person you saw on the train platform who you thought was the most beautiful person you'd ever seen. A family member you haven't spoken to in - how long has it been? You can't remember. You meant to call. You didn't.
Think about the dense, interconnected web of human lives that you move through every day. Every face on your morning commute. Every coworker you nod to but don't know. The cashier at the convenience store you go to three times a week. How many of them could disappear tomorrow without you noticing? How many of them have already disappeared and you didn't notice?
Would you even know how to know?
If a grisly murder shows up on the evening news, could you tell if it was supernatural or not? If a homeless man vanishes from the underpass near your station - the one you walk past every morning, the one you've trained yourself not to make eye contact with - who follows up? Who investigates? Who even notices?
So this idea. This notion that there's a secret society of real onmyōji, and they do real work, protecting the nation of Japan from genuine spiritual threats, and they've been doing it for fourteen hundred years, and nobody knows - it seems almost laughable, right? A chūni fantasy for people with no ambitions beyond the ritual. A way to scam gullible tourists out of their money. The kind of thing you read about on a Tuesday afternoon when you should be working and you smile at and close the tab and forget about by dinner.
It makes you want to laugh, right?
I look back at the crow. I would say it's looking back at me, but it's more looking in my direction, because its head has been twisted 180 degrees along the, uh, beak-pointing axis. It's looking in my direction because something just killed it between me looking away and me looking back. So I look back at my computer.
My name is Akira Nakamura. I work at Nakamura Heavy Industries - no relation. I have an undergraduate degree in statistics from Todai, and I will one day return to school to get my graduate degree, and then my doctorate.
I am twenty-eight years old.
And I have nothing interesting going on.
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