It was when I visited a tiny village in Hida region in Gifu and went to see a traditional festival there in the autumn of 2014 that I had that hideous experience the reality of which even now I question.
At the festival which took place in front of the village shrine, I found a Japanese girl beckoning to me by waving her hand. The girl, who is apparently not more than sixteen years old, entered into the shrine through its back door, with her eyes fixed on me. Thus I followed her and entered there, which was the biggest mistake I ever made, looking back now. A room in the shrine I entered had no electrical lights and was lit up by torches instead, and the girl was standing there. In this room, I saw a very bizarre statue sitting on a stone stand, which seemed to be a God of this shrine and looked like a unnamable chimera with a octopus’s head and dragon’s wings and a body covered with scales. And I found the girl wearing a golden tiara the relief of which symbolised the same blasphemous creature. It was after this that even more hideous incident occurred. Before my eyes, she suddenly took off her kimono naked, and shouted “please fuck me!” Terror which surged within me was strong enough that I lost my consciousness, and I was found lying in blood on a farm road of the village.
Having returned to Massachusetts, I told this experience to Dr. Armitage, a scholar of Ethnology in the university in my city. He said that it was a kind of “religious prostitution” which is believed to have existed in ancient Babylonia. According to Herodotus, every Babylonian woman, however rich or noble she was, could never get married unless she had intercourse with a stranger in the shrine.
This experience is lingering in my mind against my will and taught me that on the world there are many things which a man of sanity is not supposed to see. I think it is only the death that can blot out this damnable memory.