"It is not Plagiarism"

One came to me when I was very tired or felt dizzy with allergies. I thought that I was

making up melody. Later on I realized that it was a same melody.

I didn't remember it at all while I was doing good. When I felt tired, I sang it. Finally I

memorized it and I could sing it at any time. I wrote it down on the music paper. One day I found a piece of paper with some melody written on it, and it was that song. It must be the praise from Heaven, I thought.

Another song came to me. One day I heard it in my mind and roughly wrote it down on the

paper around, and completely forgot it. When I found the first memo, I remembered that another one should be there, too. There it was. The moment looking at first couple notes, I heard the whole song.

Four days later, via my father, I got a tape from Eiko Miyahara, on which there were songs

recorded at the Eigth Sanbi Seminar. I listened to it right away. There it was! There was a song that had the same melody as mine. It was "C-98 Aisuru Monoyo, Ima (Loved One, Now)" By Mieko Kazama. The last half of this song and the last half of my melody were exactly the same. I was shocked.

"How could I show mine to other people! This looks like plagiarism." "Maybe I heard her

I was happy to find the memo of this song as a given praise from Heaven. Now, I was very

disappointed. For a while, I thought about this over and over again. Then I went to bed feeling very sad. I felt miserable and started crying.

"Jesus, I'm so sad.", I said. Jesus talked to me with angry voice, "Who said that you

plagiarized the song I had given you as well? " "It is me, my Lord. I am blaming myself for stealing the melody," I answered as I shrunk with awe. Jesus said, "No, it is not you. Give it to me!" I could not understand what he meant. What was it? My sadness? How could I give it to him? I asked, "What can I do, Jesus?"

While feeling sad myself, I was thinking over about sadness, "What is this all about?" Then,

suddenly I saw something ugly in the corner of my heart. It was sticking in my heart, and moving around like something weird. It was black. It was living, and changing its figure like a slime ball (like a rubber toy that can change its shape).

I knew it was some kind of "hate". It was very small but I sensed that it was ultimately a

dangerous entity. I was scared and asked Jesus, while I was trembling, "Jesus, what is this?"

He said: "It is a 'judgmental mind'." Angrily, Jesus took it and threw it away even before I

asked. I saw that it went far away very quickly until it finally disappeared. I saw the red rash on the spot where it had been stuck, and I felt pain there. "I feel pain here, please heal me", I asked.

He said with a calm and deep voice : "Sure, Mio. I'll do something good for you that is more

than you could imagine." Miraculously, my sadness disappeared, and I fell asleep with peace and joy.

The next day, I thought, "Gee, I was day-dreaming again". But there was no sadness inside

of me any more, and the word plagerism had disappeared from my mind. Even though somebody says that word to me, I know that I would not care.

It is all right that the melodies are the same, because it is praise coming from Heaven.