Paper Trail
Paper Trail
The fascination never waned upon arrival at the Great Kanto Plain in the twilight years of Emperor Hirohito’s reign, Showa 62.
The enchantment of this sacred land, nestled in the historic district of Yamato, transcends dimensions—an Incidental Occxie, a free range avatar from the Wild West, a binary mind—slipping into quantum fields—leaving space and time behind—proof is in pudding—a phantasmagorical ride.
Japanese banking, particularly notable for its absence of checks—archaic financial instruments of a distant past, born of the Sumerian and Babylonian banking systems (circa 3,000 BCE)—offers a glimpse into the roots of Western economic philosophy.
The Japanese, however, employ a more recent protocol, one that has endured for merely 1,000 years, originating in the Heian Period (794–1185)—an era defined by the Fujiwara clan’s dominance over imperial politics, the rise of samurai culture, and the materialization of the Almighty Chop.
One of the most solemn rituals in Japanese culture is the creation of documentation, leaving a rock-scissors-paper trail—replete with intricate details—the official Almighty Chop sealing Civil Bifurcation of the neo-clan nation.
The magnitude of the official seal is not merely extraordinary, but a time-honored necessity, embodying reputation and honor—the gravity of the Almighty Chop seals genuine deals among the principled principal stewards of emerging civil societies.
The mindset connected to the responsibility and gravity of one’s Almighty Chop, whether neo-clan or otherwise, fosters a profound sense of gratitude—the foundational nourishment of all civilized humanity.
Certificates of Gratitude when exchanged, create, marinate, then maintain an extensive rhizome of confidants inside Kizuna 絆 Jinja’s main gate—the virtual shrine when neo-clans congregate and engage in mentation of ethereal worlds innate.
Decentralized communities of servers flourish lushly, edifying and enriching each other—disassociated whirlpools bubbling up into a greater consciousness—the emergence of ΩNE collective vision, materializing a phantasmagorical scene.
All in harmonious agreement—mentated unanimous decisions—the Oracles of Freedom are the Phoenix—from the ashes a cleansing of the spirit of sovereignty—creation of free-range avatars is a purified mentation—what a sublime time to be alive *\(^o^)/*
The blockchain awaits the anointed, those destined to wield the Almighty Chops.
The proceeds are visible for all to see, as the mentated vision of Certificates of Gratitude blossoms into perpetual fruition, amplifying the ecosystem’s vibrant crops.
Signified by the emergence of the new paradigms concerning all things monetary—the ultimate paper trail—Certificates of Gratitude embedded on the blockchain—the Almighty Chop is the cherry on top making it official…because of the way we feel.
Sealed with a simple memorandum and a deep bow, it ratifies the intentionality of those who recognize the power vested within themselves and the trustworthiness binding them to the Almighty Chop.
The rewards of the new paradigm of a high-trust society are rooted in four-idiom-compounds—yū gen jikko—有言実行—say what you do, do what you say—paired with its loyal companion—fu gen jikko不言実行—deeds are better than words—ya don’t say (°_°)*
xyber-structures have emerged as epiphenomena of the tutelary deity intuition and Seity—deeply seated constitution, immutable trust among the constituents—those who choose to use Certificates of Gratitude as Civilization Three’s preferred medium of exchange.
Emergent societies are bound through official documentation—a massive talent stack and Almighty Chops—pioneers of the sagacious vision of Form, Order, Process, reflecting their own blood, sweat, and tears—skin in the game, Masters playing on the higher planes.
The paper trail flows with minute details, etched onto the blockchain, chronicling the genesis of societal change—guided by the FIVE Enlightened Principles, who wield the Almighty Chops—the indigenous strategic council, catalysts of Civilization Three.
This anointed wizard conjured silicon brains and endless chains of communication relays—microchips powering modernity—a sculptor of inorganic life, forged from silicon and timeless sands by his empyrean hands—forever altering history—the mastermind behind Silicon Valley, shepherded by the infinite matriarch—
Challenge the materialist imitative binary mind—the ultimate free-range avatar thrill—since one must die somewhere, somehow, someway, why not on this hill?
The destination is 
Those who seek to unearth personalized destiny, who perceive the 
Connecting to this inner reality, the journey begins in earnest—a date with fate, naked and exposed to the demands set forth by one’s 
Indeed, all are defined by the external world and physical actions.
Surviving materialists’ preprogrammed scripts, one have now morphed into a wisdom-weaver, cracking the code at the root level of this constructed microkernel reality.
Those who cling to untenable materialistic theories about this shared world are destined to be melted and melded into the 
Believing is seeing—a small step for the ego, yet a great leap for humankind, steering the
This reflective process allows individuals to evaluate inner states, question motives, and assess the impact of actions on themselves and others—a crucial component of personal growth.
Let us now guide you through the eclectic roles in this phantasmagorical movie, to discern the difference between 
Perhaps one might see this concept represented in the well-known Japanese protocol of hone and tatemae, connected to ancient mystical traditions, where 
Indeed, 
Life is full of mysteries and can often be found inside the phantasmagorical world of 
The stark reality of the material world is when push comes to shove—nobody really gives a phack—the aim of the game of materialism—what can you do for me is the relentless theme—a zero sum game—
New paradigms take time to sink in, especially when the deep-seated indoctrination of materialistic programming kicks in.
Interestingly, 
Qualia can be described as individual, subjective experiences of perception—the “raw feels” or “intuition”—vibrating within the inner aspects of human sensory experiences.
An interesting social experiment to conduct with your Japanese counterparts is to ask them to name the colors of the traffic lights.
The way qualia feels isn’t dependent on any external factor, but is part of the natural experience of physical sensations gifted to humans to create meaningful internal experiences—the pain of heartbreak or the refined sweetness of TBG’s 
The curmudgeon of an old Anglican Occidental tradition and his dimwitted wife were the 
One fine morning, on a daily routine, a quick car ride to the bank initiated this surreal scene—life spent in the subpar category of lesser human beings—killed on the spot by a drunk driver—smeared onto Highway 97B at 11:30 in the morning, never to be heard from again, nor seen.
This is where the full realization about the majority of government employees and their backhanded machinations radiated like an LCD (liquid crystal display).
Hop, skip, and jump, to the Land of the Rising Sun, leaving this miserable ramshackle atmosphere behind—January 11, 1987—welcome to the exquisite notion of an esoteric ancient society encased in the kaizen of modernity.
Things escalate quickly, as there is only one 
Following the sun leads to really weird places—’drug research laboratory’—by virtue of more serendipity, and the need to feed the family, becoming an incidental scientist was the way 
The beauty of 
Clear away the cacophony of endless self-chatter and face reality—each humanoid avatar is accompanied by individual guiding spirits, now identified as ‘
Create a constructed reality connecting emergent neo-societies currently populating the aforementioned
The next critical question popping straight into inquiring flexible minds is:
He, along with 
All gods reside as an embodiment of the Japanese notion of ban butsu—life in all things—to the Japanese, life is an infinite synergistic game of simulation systems.
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