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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Vini170874: those who are possessed by nothing possess everything. morihei ueshiba
Chuckvtt: “your spirit is the true shield.” — morihei ueshiba, o-sensei, the founder of aikido "spirit first, technique second." - bong soo han, 9th-dan hapkido master
Chuckvtt: “all the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. life itself is truth, and this will never change. everything in heaven and earth breathes. breath is the thread that ties creation together.” — morihei ueshiba, founder of aikido, o-sensei (great teacher)
Nathandailey76: failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something. morihei ueshiba
Cyberalgo: “there are no contests in the art of peace. a true warrior is invincible because he or she contests with nothing. defeat means to defeat the mind of contention that we harbor within.” —morihei ueshiba
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The Sea-Change
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Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous
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grassy down:
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