I was told this exact same thing when given a tour of the Ikeda room as a YMD. "If we work hard enough for Cousin Rufus, Sensei will feel our efforts, our daimoku will call him here and he will come visit our kaikan. It all depends on our pure faith, ichinen, and mission to respond to him. Work hard for our area to have Sensei come in person to give us guidance and encourage us." And with that, you are slowly ushered out, given one last glance as the door closes, the lock turns and the hardcore Japanese WD cult org. queen tightly grasps the key into her fisted hand and places it back into her pocket, to be put back into its special keepsake location.
Of course, if you're good enough, if you're brave enough . . . if your faith and practice are strong enough, the Great and Powerful Oz will appear! And if he doesn't, well, it's because somebody (not pointing any fingers, mind you) just isn't with the program. What you should've been thinking, my friend, is that the somebody might be you, and it's all your fault that GaPO hasn't graced our kaikan with his glorious presence.
A very-long-time member in Las Cruces told me that when ikeda visited Mexico a number of years ago, he passed through El Paso (about 50 miles from LC, and the closest community center). One of the leaders called her and said that she should reeeeallly get to the kaikan as quickly as she should; he couldn't tell her why, but she'd regret that she'd missed a wonderful opportunity. She couldn't get away from work and was devastated that she'd missed meeting the Great and Powerful. Apparently, when the man travels, it's like the POTUS . . . all secrecy and security. All the more to add to his cache I would think. Among his chief weapons are fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and near fanatical devotion to the mystic law!
What a guy . . . so powerful that his imaginary ass-prints in a desk chair emit majestic wisdom.
I had no idea that there was a magic room. The woman who s-b'd me lives in WA state and probably has a permanent, personal seat in Seattle. I think I must rattle her cage a bit about the ikeda room there - it'll amuse me to let her know that it isn't as big a secret as she believes it to be.
Are you people sure that there isn't a secret handshake? I think it probably starts with miming putting money in one's wallet and tucking it into a back pocket, some choreographed skipping around, a little hip-wiggling ending with a fist-bump and those two arms stretched out-and-upwards in that patented victory gesture that we all know so well. And lots of whooping and giggling. Nobody said it would be pretty.