Who is Morihei Ueshiba

Morihei Ueshiba (植芝 盛平, Ueshiba Morihei, December 14, 1883 – April 26, 1969) was a Japanese martial artist and founder of the martial art of aikido. He is often referred to as "the founder" Kaiso (開祖) or Ōsensei (大先生/翁先生), "Great Teacher/Old Teacher (old as opposed to waka (young) sensei)".

The son of a landowner from Tanabe, Ueshiba studied a number of martial arts in his youth, and served in the Japanese Army during the Russo-Japanese War. After being discharged in 1907, he moved to Hokkaidō as the head of a pioneer settlement; here he met and studied with Takeda Sōkaku, the founder of Daitō-ryū Aiki-jūjutsu. On leaving Hokkaido in 1919, Ueshiba joined the Ōmoto-kyō movement, a Shinto sect, in Ayabe, where he served as a martial arts instructo...
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Sarmsaar: in aikido we never attack. an attack is proof that one is out of control. never run away from any kind of challenge, but do not try to suppress or control an opponent unnaturally. let attackers come any way they like and then blend with them. ... morihei ueshiba.
Thewisdomclock: 10am "to injure an opponent is to injure yourself. to control aggression without inflicting injury is the art of peace." -morihei ueshiba
Priyankit_o: failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something. morihei ueshiba moksha priyanka ht hits 1m
Timetoexpand: progress comes to those who train and train; reliance on secret techniques will get you nowhere. morihei ueshiba
Huidrt1: failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something. ~morihei ueshiba
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