Shortly after Secrets of the Ninja,
was published in 1981, I began to attract a new level of student.
Many of them “cross-trained” in other styles and systems which, even in the eighties was still
frowned upon by purists who held that a man should learn one art well rather than a hundred half-assed.
As a result I often received reports from these friends thereafter that my name often came up in a
most disparaging way at seminars held by then solo Ninja master Stephen K. Hayes, as decreed by the
various martial arts publications that took turns interviewing, publishing his books and sponsoring
him. In spite of the fact that Sensei Ron Duncan from New York had trained in the dark art years
before him. Or, that Sensei Robert Bussey and many others had trained with Japanese authority
Masaaki Hatsumi but kept to the true Ninja tradition and hadn’t come back to brag about it.
Usually, these agents who had infiltrated the events, some on my behalf, some before meeting me,
reported that their criticism of me consisted of calling me a fake and a fraud and, as published in
their official Bujinkan Newsletter, feeling that it was “just a shame that so many people took me seriously.”
Had one student who later went into Marine Corps Intelligence, who had also trained with Ninja Master
Steven Hayes. He told me several times that Hayes and his crew spent a lot of time bashing me and calling
me a fake and he wasn’t sure why. I explained that it was just jealousy and unethical business practices,
since everyone was aware of the “Never speak ill of a fellow Black Belt,” rule. At any rate, he thought
this was a great insult and wanted to go and defend me to him. But, I usually fight my own battles, so
I discouraged that.
A Ninja can never take such reports at face value. As Ronald Reagan said, “trust but verify.” And,
this is a basic tenet of any intelligence gathering, to confirm by as many sources as possible the
validity and accuracy of the information. Then too, there are always people who like to play a psychological
game called “Let’s You and Him Fight” and try to provoke an argument for their own amusement at manipulating
people. This is seen in the corporate world and global stage as well. Set your competitors against each other
and let them destroy themselves so you can claim the market.
So, I decided to investigate on my own to see if it was true. I had had several otherbreports of this sort
of propaganda being spread and figured if I met it head on and fought it out, that would pretty much settle it.
So, I signed up for one of his seminars under an assumed name. To go there and be there and see if he
bad-mouthed me. At which point I would, of course, appear, announce my presence and make a challenge.
Joe Beaver, one of Hayes’ students from his Atlanta dojo before he went to Japan and came back the anointed
one, had moved to Florida and was hosting a seminar for his Sensei on the coast.
Saturday morning and I drove to the coast, found the Holiday Inn where the seminar
would be held. I arrived early, an old Ninja trick, and scoped the place out. Did a quick survey of the layout
and area. Parking at the far corner of the building, I waited for the event to commence. Saw a few people arrive
and enter carrying workout bags or already dressed in black ghis.
Just before 9 a.m., about twenty minutes before the class was to begin, I saw a long black limo pulling into
the parking lot. I figured that was Hayes. Sure enough, it pulled around to one of the side doors to the hotel.
I got out of my car, pulled my bag out of the back and started down the sidewalk toward the entrance. The limo
pulled alongside the curb as I reached the canopied doorway and the right rear door cracked open just as I
passed the back tail light.
Just so happened that as I passed the back passenger side door of the limo, it popped open and out comes the
great one himself, head down, looking at the curb. A bearded man in a black ghi with a pullover tunic turned in
the back seat and extended his left leg toward the sidewalk. Bending forward, his head and shoulders came out
of the car just as I stepped in front of him. He had no idea I was there at all. I could have clubbed him over
the head and been gone before any of his buddies even made it out of the limo. But, I didn’t.
Instead, I waited till he looked up, did a quick bow and addressed him as Sensei. He looked up and smiled,
still half trapped getting out with one hand on the door, one on the car frame, one leg in and one leg out of
the vehicle, and replied Good Morning. I bowed again and stepped off quickly to get inside and change into my ghi.
Would like to claim that my highly specialized Ninja senses enabled me to time it perfectly, or that the
Force was with me, but eventually I wrote this off to just being lucky.
“How odd,” I thought. That karma had placed us in such a juxtaposition. Had I wanted to kill him, I had been
given the perfect opportunity. No one had seen me approach the car. It wasn’t that I was hiding or lurking, just
naturally quiet. Hayes had no idea I was in front of him until he looked up. I was completely invisible. It was
a perfect one-man ambush on an official vehicle scenario. A single Poison Snake Piercing Venom (an underhanded
fingertip strike to the root of the tongue) would have ruptured the Hypoglossal Artery. He would have fallen back
into the car and choked on his own blood before anyone could save him; or know it was me. But, he wasn’t some
medieval government official I was being paid to assassinate and this wasn’t feudal Japan. At worst, he was
just a Karate teacher who was shooting off his mouth about someone he had never met. Besides, he had't insulted
me yet. So, I let him live. Ha! Ha!
The seminar was very commercial. Beaver had rented a conference room in the hotel that could be opened up into
a larger room if need be. There were about twenty-five people in attendance. The first thing I hated about the
seminar was they “bumped the sale” on you when you got inside. The seminar was $50, but, when you got there, you
had to buy a stick for $20 and a piece of rope (to simulate a chain) for $20 Otherwise, you couldn’t participate
in any of the techniques they were teaching. Hanbos for stick fighting, knotted ropes to simulate chains for the
Manriki techniques, real chains to take home, T-shirts, books, badges, pictures, books in Japanese by Hatsumi,
books by Hayes and so on.
It was a pretty standard seminar. Hayes was an amiable instructor. He was introduced, did a short history and
explained the boxing principle of taking a hit to give a hit, saying that he was willing to take a blow to the
stomach, if it enabled him to strike the opponent in the head, which he figured would do more damage. Might be
fine if you have Iron Body, but that wasn’t discussed. The First Rule of Self-Defense is: “Never take a hit you
don’t have to.” The class was pleasant but busy. Seldom had enough time to practice a technique more than twice
before he was moving on to the next. Okay for Black Belt level students, but most of these were not that advanced.
The main thing was, no one got hurt.
We learned several “secret” Ninja techniques. One was a side-step, ridgehand to the throat under his arm, stomp
on his knee to break him down and chop him to the back of the neck as he knelt move. It was curious why he left
out the most obvious and self-protective knee to the stomach as you lift your leg to stomp his knee. I accidentally
added it a couple of times. But then we moved on. Another self-defense technique was back-to-the-wall, knife to the
throat, lift your instep into his groin as an escape. The, instep-to-groin strike is common in Judo, not a
“secret technique” like he said at all. It is used to set up the corner throw or wheel throw by lifting the
opponent off his feet as you fall back.
Problem is, when you do that, they almost always try to grab their groin. That would pretty much mean he would
slice your throat as he tried to reach down. The real Ninja escape for this is to spit in his face. Then his hands
go to his head, not through your neck, which temporarily blinds him AND he “falls back” away from you instead of
leaning in as he would with a groin strike.
We practiced a variety of chain techniques. One against an overhead sword strike. Block by stretching the chain
between two hand and catch the blade, step in and push forward, pulling the blade down behind his back, classic
manriki-gusari technique with traditional weaponry, but good. Another was the principle of stepping in and striking
the opponent with your shoulder as he raised his sword to strike you down. And, some arm-locking techniques with
the stick we had bought. But, like the unarmed methods, there was only time to practice each move once or twice
before we were moving on to the next. So, it was difficult for most people to grasp the techniques or remember them.
After lunch there was a good meditation session with a visualization about making a perfect cut with your mental
sword. There were also a lot of new faces. People who hadn’t been there before lunch and who were practicing their
own techniques together, things we had not been shown. I figured these were local students who “got a discount” or
got in free as a promotion. Not a problem but a bit unfair to those who had paid and were only getting basic
techniques because the place was a lot more crowded and there was less room to practice or see the podium. At the
conclusion there was a group picture. I slipped out when the picture taking session started at the end of training.
I had several opportunities to deliver a deathblow to Hayes during the class. Or, dispute what he was teaching.
Once, when showing my training partner and myself a subtle part of a technique he bent forward in front of me,
exposing his temple to a Buffalo Knuckle Strike. But, he had not mentioned my name a single time. In fact, he had
not spoken of other schools at all. Merely done a good job to teach the syllabus and helping out his friend and former
student. I faded quietly out the back. Didn’t want to let them know who I was. Hayes had passed the test. All day long
he had been nothing but professional. He did not disparage me in any way. Leading me to conclude that either this was
an isolated case, or that some of the “whistle-blowers” were actually making things up to encourage a challenge, or
that they had somehow misinterpreted something he had said, or that such criticism was reserved for the inner circle.
True enough there was an article in the Shadows of Iga Newsletter saying that the sad part of my existence was that
so many people took me seriously. Usually when asked, Hayes and his crew would reply that they were “not impressed”
with my skills. Of course, up till now, they had never seen any.
Later that week I wrote him a letter about the incident, appended, explaining who I was and why I had come, and
he replied most politely. I didn’t go into all the details of how vulnerable he had been, just thanked him for not
being an ass. He replied with a nice note thanking me for attending and hoping that we could train together again
at some time in the future. From then on, he always appointed bodyguards to attend him and make sure no other
nut like me could get close enough to challenge him. Because there are some out there that would do that, some have
even tried with me.
After that a lot of the criticism of other Ninja quieted down and everybody sort
of did their own thing. But, just like terrorists who succumb to a cult of personality, there are always self-motivated
agents, or those given secret instructions to provide plausible deniability, who take it upon themselves to discourage
any competition. Next time I did a seminar I had several students volunteer to bodyguard for me. I always told them
that would be fine, but not to get in the way if trouble started.
In the 1980s America was introduced to a new martial art, Ninjitsu. In the early days, after WWII, there had been only
Judo, the “gentle way” a sport form of Japanese wrestling taught in public schools for good health and physical education.
Hidden in that was Atemi-waza, the striking techniques that could render an opponent senseless with a single blow. None of
these were “secret” techniques. They were just not available to the general public. Keye Luke used a version of Dim Mak
when he played Kato in the movie serial adventures of the Green Hornet in 1939. He strikes a gangster sentry and tells Brit
Reed, “That blow will keep him out for half an hour…”
After that, in the fifties, Kara-te, the “empty hand” punching and kicking methods became known, and with that, the
secret of vital and fatal point striking. Then Acupuncture was discovered by the West and the dark side of that art, the
Poison Hand, began to be discussed. In the seventies, it was Kung Fu and the health and longevity exercises of Tai Chi
that soared to popularity. Seemed like the spectrum of martial arts had pretty much been fulfilled.
Then came Stephen Hayes. Ordinary enough looking guy, friendly and affable, got a pretty good story about how he
learned all these secret techniques and married into the Ninja clan in less than two years, saying that you could
be Batman, complete with hood and mask and utility belt full of neat toys; all for sale at a reasonable price. Only
get the authentic stuff though. He made a fortune with his clubs and seminars and franchises. “It’s all in da
merchandising…” as Mel Brooks' Yodel from Space Balls would say. Hey! That’s the American dream, right?
Free enterprise and all those other empty promises. Once Hayes “broke the code of silence” and began publishing
and teaching Ninjitsu, Ashida Kim, Frank Dux and others like Robert Bussey and James Loriega came forward to let
it be known that Hayes was not the only American Ninja. Each presented their interpretation of the Silent Way, but
none were more successful than Hayes. He had “cornered the market” by making deals with all the magazines to promote
himself and his designated companions as the only legitimate agents of this fantasy. So everyone else was discredited
and ignored. He probably helped some people along the way, whether he meant to or not. What brought him down was
arrogance. Not even his own, but rather that of his instructors who began to see everyone except their elite few as
victims to be fleeced. Often secretly referring to seminar participants behind their backs as "coconot shrimp people."
Meaning that they weren't there to learn anything and no one was going to teach them anything. Just take their money
to pay for expensive dinners like "coconut shrimp" at the fancy restaurants. Eventually, internal political forces
either saw through his game or otherwise thought he had dishonored the cult they had formed and “took down his shingle”
(removed his teaching certification), from the flagship Bujinkan Dojo and rolls. Among their ryuha, a sign of disgrace.
His Ninja master, Masaaki Hatsumi had been recognized as an authority on the ninjtisu for many years. The very first
publication that mentioned the then unknown art of Ninjutsu in the west, was an article featuring Dr. Hatsumi that
appeared in Argosy magazine in 1961. Hatsumi was already quite well known In Japan at that time, but this was the
first time that those in the west had ever been introduced to the Ninja.
In Martin Faulks book Becoming a Ninja Warrior, he relates how, after training with many masters and finding
them all flawed, he actually went to Japan to train with Hatsumi and was told bluntly that they no longer teach Ninjitsu
to gaijin (Westerners) and that what was taught to Hayes was not true Ninjitsu at all. Thus, Hatsumi and Hayes
have discredited themselves and most all those other ryuha and “ninja masters” who sprang up during the “ninja
craze” are gone, or have reverted back to their original traditional styles.
Only Ashida Kim remains. Proof of that is when “serious” students like Martin Faulks spend years training and practicing
and paying for lessons to learn nothing and then come to him for an endorsement and review of their work.
Proof is when the so called "legitimate publishers" who stole his books to make their own fortunes re-releases one of his
best selling early books, Secrets of the Ninja 1981, in 2009 to promote the bogus works of their “in-house author”
Ha Ha Lung because a lot of people think that is one of Ashida Kim's “secret identities.” Just another example of how much
influence his writings and teachings hve had, when people impersonate him to or pretend to be his friend to sell their wares.
Proof is when secondary rights to Secrets of the Ninja and
Secrets of the Invisibility are still being sold in 2014
to even more fly-by-night publishers; so even more bogus editions can be printed and still other cronies can line their
pockets with gold at Master Kim's expense. Making his books the best selling works on the subject of Ninjitsu for more than
thirty years. Ninja Mind Control is the single best selling
book ever on Ninja meditation worldwide.
Antony Cummins recently published book, In Search of the Ninja, confirms virtually everything Kim-Sensei has ever said
about Ninjitsu. Kim has always said that Ninjitsu came to Japan from China. Antony Cummins and his Historical Ninjutsu
Research Team have proven it beyond the shadow of a doubt. In meticulous detail they demonstrate the evolution, definition
and usage from ancient scrolls of the ideograms for stealth and spying. Using the recognized classic Ninja texts, they
compare the instructions of such masters as Sun Tzu to the guidelines provided for the feudal age Ninja by their Tora-Maki
or sacred scrolls. They are obviously the same.
Other historical researchers are discovering that Ninjitsu is indeed a “magickal” art, basing many of its techniques and
philosophy on arcane principles and occult practices. Some new translations of the Bashushenkai, considered to be the definitive
text on feudal Ninjitsu confirm that the type of techniques given in Secrets of the Ninja, such as sentry removal and
infiltration, covert entry and so on actually make up the bulk of the material, NOT simple basic martial arts axioms of balance
and leverage. So, once again, Ashida Kim is vindicated in maintaining that what he is teaching is the true Shinobi-jitsu designed
for soldiers and warriors and not some watered down commercialized scam to sell you a black hood so you can pretend you are Batman.
For these reasons and many more, in the year of the Black Dragon, Kim-Sensei was awarded the title Father of 21st Century Martial
Arts and Grand Patriarch of Modern Day Ninjitsu by his students, peers and grandmasters at a ceremony in Ft. Walton Beach FL.
Comparatively speaking, while Ninja are known as weapons masters, Ashida Kim is the only one to have shown how to fight and
vanish with a blanket or cape in his work entitled, Cloak of Invisibility.
Ninja are known as wizards and magicians,
but only Kim has shown how to perform magic tricks in his book Ninja Levitation.
Ninja are said to hold the secrets
of enlightenment and the mysteries of the universe, but only Ashida Kim addresses these issues, in
Ninja Death and Reincarnation.
Ashida Kim does not claim to be a sixteenth century cloak and dagger assassin as others would have you believe. He does lay
claim to being a prolific author, a philosopher, a teacher and a student of the martial arts, and of life. Perhaps, Ashida Kim’s
greatest contribution to martial arts is his steadfastness against all the odds. In fact, the kanji for “Ninjitsu” in Japanese
translates as “endurance in the face of adversity,” in Chinese.
The evil perpetrated against Kim and so many others is evidence enough and the reason we need to demand “professionalism,”
with viable safeguards in which internet sites and publishers are held accountable for their actions or in this case, their
inaction, and sins of omission. We need to turn our backs on and not reward those who make use of unscrupulous and unfair business
practices to get ahead.
And it would be easy to turn the tables and vilify Masaaki Hatsumi or Stephen K. Hayes, that would be oversimplifying a
complex situation and doing a disservice to the martial arts community and to them. Perhaps, they were left with no choice
but to go along with the marketing plan that enriched the publishers or risk facing the consequences Kim and others must
endure as a result of their being labeled and falsely accused with no opportunity to respond effectively or make a defense.
To quote Ashida Kim, “Most of what is portrayed as Ninjutsu in movies and popular books is far from the actual art, as it
was taught to me. The first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie was a very good presentation of the real philosophy
of non-violence that is the true foundation of the system. It had lots of invisibility techniques, lots of philosophy. Most
of the rest of Ninja movies are just standard revenge plots with buckets of blood and what the producers think are exotic
techniques but are only good for entertainment purposes.”
Martial arts are not about fighting. They are about becoming a better person so that you can set a good example for all.
They are about empowering the individual to stand up for himself so he can do the right thing. With great power comes great
responsibility. The power to kill and restore to life is not given to just anyone, for then it might be misused. But,
everyone has it within them to have this power. There is no one art that is greater than another. All are a matter of personal
skill. On any given day, even the greatest champion can be beaten. By competing against each other we discover ourselves.
By training with the best we continue to grow and learn.
The taking of a life does no one honor. The use of deadly force is only justified in self-defense. For all life is precious,
nor can any be replaced. But, every time you pick up a handful of sand and see not just the sand, but a marvel, a miracle there
in your hand. Every time you take a breath and think to yourself, “I’m alive and being alive is fantastic.” Every time you do
that you are part of the circle of life. And the game of life is finding worthy companions with which to make the journey anew each day.
Let us therefore come together, to set a good example for all, to be the heroes of our own lives, the captains of our fate,
the masters of our souls. To live our lives as an exclamation rather than an explanation. Let us not “enjoy the suffering that is our
lives” but rather alleviate that pain and put things right. There is a great evil loose in the world today. When we meet it we must
do our worst so that the greater good will prevail. Not everyone is strong enough to fight back. But, we have forged our bodies in the
fire of our will. We are men of peace who fight like ten tigers. And, for this help we once received, it became our obligation to help
ten others. In this way good deeds will spread out like the ripples on a pond and cover the whole earth.