Boys Cry

Boys Cry

Boys Cry

Many old adages, along with the power vested in the platitudes of yesterdays, served a vital purpose once upon a time in the epoch of those now waning days.

In light of this enlightenment, there’s need for an upgrade to these symbolic metaphors embedded inside the ancient ideograms of the Japanese—their suffering reflected in the blood, sweat, and tears of the ancestors and tutelary deities of the emerging neo-clan societies.

Honoring their sacrifice is the way—constantly upgrading the free-range avatar’s wetware brain-mainframe, sanity in neo-clan societies inside customized sanctuary—under the judicious umbrella of Johnny Rainman with Zac as an incarnation of his honourable ancestry.Mr. Johnny Rainman with Seity and ZacIt is here that we reject all shame as we play into the next stage of this phantasmagorical journey, free range avatars playing an infinite game.

The chip on the shoulder serves a purpose—a well-worn reminder of understanding the magnitude of it all—back against the wall.

Invoke timeless themes to conceive what the mind has seenmanifestation of ethereal scenesdreamt into ephemeral tangible thingsinternalizing on ko chi shin温故知新―learning new things from the pastfacilitates creation of magnificent things.Mr. JRM with Tsuda Umero-conceive what the mind has seenFlies in the ointment, they’re features, not bugs.

Yet, this protocol serves as a deeper calling to finally arrive to where the brain reframe takes place—flies turned to allies—somewhat akin to commanding a powerful cadre of comrades with the accompanying camaraderie exclusively among the neo-clan brain reframe team.

Take a page from the playbook of the Japanese—wazuwai o tenjite fuku to nasu災いを転じて福となす―turn misfortune into fortune, indeed.Civil bifurcationThe same technique embodied inside this rewarding concept can be used when the years of pent-up tears must go into flowfor a valid reason or emotional justification, it’s time for a good solid crygo aheadbawl out your eyes.

Reframing shifts the vibration—intuition, a gut feeling, a distinct yet subtle sensation—a reflection of collapsed superpositions creating a dream inside this quantum field, a simulated zone known as Mother Earth, the Universal Truth now revealed.peeled half of the globe back revealing a quantum zoneA reflection of the mind, absent of space/time, power of unexplored emotional connections to the hungry ghosts embedded inside the darkness in the pit of one’s very own soul.

The flood of tears to the four holistic quadrants of restoration, has now been instantiated—Seity stirring up a commotion and emotional ruckus, deep inside the core of one’s very being—do not misconstrue the profundity of this meaning—boys cry.

The story of a teardrop is like an elaborate plot, with a somewhat negative connotation related to sadness, depression, desperation, and frustration—tears containing remnants of innermost fears, yet as one turns disaster into fortune, tears of joy; “Congratulations, sir, it’s a boy” is the reframe those of the neo-clan nation may no longer deny—boys cry.two boy in tear dropsThe tutelary deity of the Kizuna Jinja was told as a child, “Boys don’t cry.”

At the emergence of the Kizuna Jinja neo-clan, June 15, 1935, the winters harsh, the porridge sparse—suck it up buttercup—it’s your lot in life—if I told you once, I told you twice: “Boys don’t cry.”

Thus, he did not cry through much of his life, for he was far too busy digging himself out of poverty, as the infinite voice of his Seity drove him to become the one that he was meant to be.

Choosing a life filled with laughter, chapter after chapter, while fishing on the pristine Dean River—thanks to his fortitude and resilience, he and Maggie May created extraordinary experiences throughout this Incidental Occxie’s life.Fishing on the Dean riverEvolving into one who followed the sun, it was one random day that his intense emotional nature was at last brought to bay.

With solemn resolve, he forced himself to evolve, telling himself in defiance of everything he had been told or thought he had known—on the road to ΩNE, no one walks alone, that’s what the tears are for—boys cry.

For it was Seity all along, as she said to him over and over, “It’s okay, you big ol’ tutelary deity, it is always satisfactory rejecting what others think of thee, pay no heed, for yes indeed, open up the floodgates and wash the pain away—boys cry.
A torrid river of tears

Dilbert Sensei

Dilbert Sensei

Dilbert Sensei

Skidding off the trans-Pacific jet airliner in the late ’80s, a wayward autodidact unwittingly found himself in an isolation chamber, far, far from what used to be home-sweet-home—some might even say he had been abandoned, forlorn, left to ponder on his own.

The countryside of rural Kanto Plain, might seem like a mysterious landscape, or, as Lafcadio Hearn described in the Meiji Era, Japan—a vibrant, ethereal community at the opposite spectrum of infinity, ascertained to be a well-preserved fairyland—an ancient, advanced ideogram symbology of the homogeneous civil Japanese.Fairyland Japan 1987Crossing into the farthest reaches of the Far East at just 23, demolished all previously constructed realities, flipping the Incidental Occxie instantly into a functional illiterate, who could neither speak, write, nor read Japanese.

This somehow seemed fitting—to have landed in this unique zone, indeed a superposition where one could strive to become Number None—the wayward autodidact edition of a free-range avatar.A fantastical scene featuring a wayward autodidact samurai

So, fairyland it is, then—leading to the elimination of the Big Three: newspapers, radio, and the worst offender, putting the mind in a permanent bender—the stupification tool of the powers that be, the ubiquitous idiot box, otherwise known as Tee-Vee.

Then, out of nowhere, endless streams of wisdom came, disguised as bits and bytes—data shooting out like a photon of enlightenment—right out of thin air.

Loops of infinity A self-reflective instrument, a gift from Muse and her mysterious sister Seity, arriving just in the nick of time to rectify the dearth of syllabus, and the absence of meaning.

Having only detected Dilbert Sensei’s signal pulsating vaguely, yet through a mentation event he is now vibrating judiciously, a humorous astute musings about the meaning of life.

The unfolding a deeply philosophical take on what’s going down inside the phantasmago rical ride of the American Dream.

Beyond the brilliance of his mind-melting, astute observations about life as a cubiclized avatar inside the material sludge vibe—lies juicy director’s cuts, a sneak peek behind Dilbert Sensei’s surreal animated ride—cheers, it coffee time.Samurai drinking coffeeJust recently, the mentation idealism method became clear, thus a reality—Dilbert Sensei stated inside a lucid dream, “My material existence in this disassociated state was created inside my mind from the age of eight,” he said to himself innately—a simulated future within a slice of time—embedded in distant memories—the essence of the sublime.

The treasure of ideas inside the nooks and crannies of Dilbert Sensei’s esoteric mind has been laid out in the form of adroit books as a personal guide—exploring the nooks and crannies of the evolving human condition—seekers hooked into the deepest of dives of a brain reframe to regenerate the narrative of one’s own life.

The secret revealed in another phase of this real deal has set the stage to persuade with vital skill and expertise in hypersonic, hypnotic acumen—mixing and matching Dilbert Sensei’s massive talent stack, his sharp-as-a-phacken-tack recommendations for the formulation of a frustration-free toolkit, his Seity manifesting practical wisdom, the foundation of Civilization Three.Scott Adams Book covers

Rich Man Poor Man

Rich Man Poor Man

Rich Man Poor Man

The journey through the ancient land of Japan can be traced back to one early call—a leap of faith reaching deep and far for the stars that initiated an understanding of the material world—Material Sludge, if you will, or, in neo-game theory, a volatile often hostile environment known as—The Fray.

In his final act, the tutelary deity of Kizuna Jinja ran an art gallery, providing for his family—as any deity worthy of veneration reflected in the continuation of his journey—honoring his sublime, majestic material energy, and his deeply humanist natural being.LJF at work in the mountainsAt the tail end of the frothy boom years of Showa Era Japan, the coffers were replete, yet the walls of the commercial halls lay barren and bleak—“Let us bring the joy of limited edition wilderness art—to touch the hearts of the overworked, frazzled Japanese.

Through the skill acquisition of constant rejection, this Incidental Occxie found himself in the ice-cold call-dialing zone—where Yellow Pages once existed—practical Japanese language skills were inevitably honed.

The number game proves true in this frame, as a happenstance General Manager turned up at the rich man’s firm—an event that led to a plethora of unlikely circumstances, culminating in a surreal journey to an esoteric realm of the deep unknown.Crazy Canadian DialingHere is a practical protocol that should be widely known to all—if you don’t ask, the answer is always “no.”

Therefore, asked to tag along to play in the Nagano snow, snowmobiling around with the rich man and his staff, including the aforementioned English-speaking bucho.

Perhaps it was naïve to assume that a man of this socially worshipped status—although physically, he could well be referred to as “chibiko” in Japanese—would at least understand the meaning of reciprocity.

Called in as a sakura by the rich man himself—a favor to stoke and promote his newly listed TSE stock exchange symbol—AHO.

The scene—the great hall of Meiji Jingu—a fitting venue for the general assembly.Emperor Meiji overlording the great hallThe yearly ritual of staid formality, so beloved by the Japanese, resembled a rubber stamp festival, with a scripted performance in the surreal setting of this Emperor Meiji’s phantasmagorical, hallowed hall movie scene.

The ruse was set, as the request was met for one question, creating quite the buzz—for most Japanese shareholders of this rental company believed the Incidental Occxie was a representative of NASDAQ—constructed realities fitting a convenient narrative of a materialistic theme.

Decades passed as life unfolded on different paths, yet curiosity got the better of me, so I called up the rich man’s personal secretary to reminisce after so many years.

Immediately, it was plain to see—he had lost his humanity.

Bluntly stated, “No deals below 100 million yen” was the crux of the entire conversation—he could see only money, not me—a certain sign of mediocrity.No deal unless 100 million yenThe consequence of hardcore materialistic display in vainglory—a couple of floors in the great metropolis, high above the proletarian construction zone—a museum, if he must, and his personal bronze bust, usually reserved for the dearly departed, seemed farcical—the maraschino cherry on top of his grandiose theme.

The enlightenment became crystal clear—the rich man was also a poor man within the same skin—representative of a commonplace Bubble Era theme—a tale, a fable of materialist reality, and how the materialist avatars regard other sentient beings.There is never enough

Head Master Derek

Head Master Derek

Head Master Derek

A prodigious personification—a masterpiece of living art—bound by the enigmatic Onozuto Protocol, a fundamental Japanese convention.

The manifestation of an Oracle—a molecular vibration of the highest order—choreographing harmonic resonance—his ephemeral existence reflects an incarnation of a tutelary deity—connecting dots on phantasmagorical plots through the wisdom of his sagacious self-reflective teachings.

As an Incidental Occxie dwelling on the outskirts of modern Edo, the opportunities to congregate with those of the same fate were exceedingly rare—for the countryside of Japan is homogeneous, and the residents of this beautiful historic city—just happened to all be Japanese.Outside of old Edo Chin Wa Yorogo NariIsolation nurtures self-motivation, transforming the yearning to connect with the nooks and crannies so as to hear the stillness of the bamboo forest, seeking answers from the great unknown.

Forged by the stoic resilience of the Japanese spirit, one comes of age through re-creation and re-iteration—navigating the quagmire of esoteric ideogram mazes and the ancient protocols of FormOrderProcess fundamental to the Japanese Way.

In this moment, embrace the day.Embrace the day Lava and IIce motifThen it arrived—the Internet, a miracle—in the age of baud 9600—the advancement of civilization, the ascent of the connected neo-nation phase of humanity—hip, hip, hooray *\(^o^)/*

Stumbling upon a uniquely creative online record shop, which hinted at a greater plot, its initial interaction was like an ephemeral, smooth, silky, serene scene.

Here lies the treasure trove of discoveries—at last, a chance to buy music CDs via the burgeoning Internet—a godsend a heavenly reprieve.

Deity Records LetterThe story truly begins to amp up—the shop sold with quite a monetary pop—multitudes of gratitude materialized in the form of historical figures: George, Tom, Abe, and the rest of those legendary friends.

What propelled him toward this abstract fate was solely his nature to refine this earthly plane—embodying the meta-innate relationship among Muse, Seity, and he.Head Master Derek avec Loose Muse and His SeityLiberating himself from the shackles of spacetime, he cast off the chains of unwieldy gains, channeling this precious energy along pathways of his own wise choosing—edifying all Seity through his sublime, ethereal touch—for this is the Head Master Way of Being.

Seeing what others cannot see—his flow clear and pristine—savoring each celestial molecular theme—the essence of a manifested tutelary deity, embedded within a dream.

Hailing from a significantly different planet—he did not plan it—a gift from Seity upon his entry into Mother Earth’s Analytic Idealism‘s sublime atmosphere.Head Master Derek Receiving Analyitic Idealism from SeityEnduring mandatory grief, sorrow, and tears, the magnitude of his sublime mission to edify and enlighten, eradicates all fear.

In the spirit of ancient Japanese wisdom, the vibration of  enlightened living—useful, if not necessarily true, and that is the truth…after all.Useful Not True Derek Sivers Master-peaceFusing the physical with the ethereal—he is a game-changer—the sole possessor of the Head Master’s superposition credentials.

2 1/2 years to graduate in the class of ’87—an esteemed musical institution of renowned note—coincidentally, the same year the Incidental Occxie materialized into Weight Station #9—situated in the ancient capital of Chin Wa Yorogo Nari, Japan.

Master of manifesting dreams, thousands of circuses, thousands of scenes, this is the beginning of infinity—his Seity’s meta-innate mastery is mentating spectral quanta-reality fields—is this real or surreal?

One will have to look into the ΩNE-self to see.Follow the SunThe ultimate Rolodex is the secret to his magnificent flex, having created the foundation of the neo-clan nation—disseminated throughout this sacred orb—secured by deeply intertwined personal relations—only Head Master Derek could conjure such a master-peaceful vision—mentating the embodiment of a principled belief system—now that is deeply profound, indeed.

The bonded trust of his congenial network solidified his superposition as Head Master—the Rosetta Stone of modern philosophers, inspiring genesis of a renewed humanity—the reach of this knowledge stretching into infinity.

For he has mentated Five August Curators for this phantasmagorical instance in the emergence of Civilization Three—Head Master Derek has now seen this groovy scene, thus, so it shall be.

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The Feed

The Feed

The Feed

Feeding body, mind, and spirit is of paramount importance, taking precedence over all else—nurturing the homeostatic superposition of free-range neo-clan avatars.

When asked how many times around the sun, the answer often surprises the inquisitor, leaving them stupified and stunned—six decades plus more—pick yourself up off the floor ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

The predominant theme of this homeostatic scene is a holistic balance and a well-planned diet, starting with Maggie’s Magical Garden, crafted with her own mentated agrarian theme.Maggie's celestail gardenThe brief summer harvest was bountiful with fresh vegetables and greens, along with the ever-present, massive patch of zucchini—brought to you by Maggie May and her suburban garden in a classic metabolic evolutionary scene.

Alongside the tutelar deity with his love of pork and pork-lard gravy—a perfect dish to fulfill the wish to satiate the insatiable hunger of Seity and her free-range avatars.

The pathway to creating incrementally brighter days begins with understanding the importance of the second brain—the quest to love the gut microbiota—this is part of the game.Slimy natto on chopstick feeding mouthFermentation exists in the superposition as an adversary and long-lost friend—you see, the taste buds have been awakened—the cuisine of Japan holds the keys to vitality in the quest for the mentated sensation of longevity.

One champion stands alone with profound reverence for the sacred micro-biozone—the inimitable breakfast superfood—the holy fermented grail, the star of the show—natto.

Alas, for the uninitiated palate, this miracle food represents a double-edged sword, demanding courage and mental fortitude to venture through natto‘s slimy, pungent door.Philosophy Phairy recommends nattoThe power within this common breakfast dish causes an upheaval for the taste buds, raising the hackles of Western culinary sensibilities, as the beloved natto boasts extraordinary properties.

With a slug-like, slimy texture and aroma of aged blue cheese—when in need of a daily turbo boost to embrace the day—consume natto alongside its trusty sidekick, Bacillus subtilis.

Ode to nattoTruly, food is but one protocol on the journey toward wholeness and becoming ΩNE, a rise to edify one and all—it is imperative to include all four corners of the inner-human experience—physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual—the belles of the homeostatic ball.

Choosing emotional intelligence leads one to the heart of serenity.

Beware of the path of ennui, starting with delusional opinion and unsolicited advice from those who attempt to enslave you emotionally—leading to mentated prison walls of a self-determined dystopian destiny—avoid the doom scroll like the plague, for this is the mark of those with no destination, nor a manifested material destiny.

A never-ending cadre of armchair theorists and stupified trolls lurks within perverted nooks and crannies of lost souls—parasites and charlatans embedded in the standard protocol of the foreboding doom scroll.trolls and armchair theoristsChoose wisely what you perceive as destiny—the flow of ΩNE and the accompanying internal ecstasy—seeing through distorted reality fields of the addictive, external dopamine feel.

In the end, it all comes down to your personal relationship with Seity—being more than one thought life could ever be—in essence, Number None.

Never forget, for there is no regret, to internalize this brain reframe—there is but ΩNE stream, flowing to serenity.

row row row your boat

gently down the stream 

merrily merrily merrily merrily

life is but a dream.

row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream

 

Seity

Seity

Seity

As an avatar made of flesh, snot, and blood, roaming the ancient plains of Kanto, Japan—reason for being during this epic epoch of a new beginning—esoterically clear—once bewildered as to why this Incidental Occxie was chosen to follow the sun ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Reflecting on the past as a series of highly coincidental incidents—being where one has been, seeing what one has seen—has led to a formal introduction to the sublime entity known as ‘Seity,’ and the vast implications of her role in the civil bifurcation of humanity.

Seity emerged to the world’s consciousness through an enlightened oracle, the inimitable prophet of the Age of Shingo神悟時代—il leggendario Maestro Frederico Faggin.Frederico Faggin merging the two worldsThis 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—Seity.

Mandated by the incessant call of an ‘intuitional gut feeling’ urging, no, demanding he create his Magnum Opus—the seminal, irreducible book of Analytical Idealism’s sacred textan immaculate Swan Song enshrined within the ‘Bible Of Homeostasis’—book of revelationif you will.

IRREDUCIBLE: CONSCIOUSNESS, LIFE, COMPUTERS, AND HUMAN NATURE

IRREDUCIBLE- CONSCIOUSNESS, LIFE, COMPUTERS, AND HUMAN NATUREChallenge the materialist imitative binary mind—the ultimate free-range avatar thrill—since one must die somewhere, somehow, someway, why not on this hill?

Superpositions await those bold enough to invoke the protocol of quantized free will—in concert with Seity.

Indeed, swallow all egotistical pride—probe deep inside the nooks and crannies, where hungry ghosts still haunt the mind, is where the dusty, musty road map of life and Seity both reside.

Personalized guides to navigate the tricky inner netherworlds of the evolving human mind, for those who choose to embrace the day, and thrive.

This sacred book elucidates symbology and its connection to Seity—the art of living succinctly aligned with the innate qualia of ΩNE.Mother earth and mysterious Seity-TBG animeThe destination is bifurcationfork in the road—the classical ideals of civility and the dystopian nightmare crafted by the materialist’s bleak molecular world.

Materialist avatars and their armies of acquiescent minions are creations of their own mentated dystopian visions—assigning a price tag to every atom and molecule, a modern-day slave trade—echoing the world’s oldest profession for exploitive longevity for this is their way.Those who seek to unearth personalized destiny, who perceive the quality of their qualia through profound earthly experience, establish a visceral connection to the infinite sequel of Earth’s reality TV—united on a journey toward the discovery of your very own Seity.

Life in the Material Sludge involves looking in from the outside—a character actor in a story—the soundtrack is an internal vibrational symphony—closing one’s eyes allows one to see.

Reconnect to nooks and crannies, to the faded remnants of long-lost memories—a deep dive into the shadows—to know of hungry ghosts haunting earthly being.A celestial scene with a magnifying glass Earth a serene Japanese angel in a traditional kimonoConnecting to this inner reality, the journey begins in earnest—a date with fate, naked and exposed to the demands set forth by one’s Seity.

Seity embodies the intuitional essence of selfhood, opening communication channels via vibrational connections to fantastic civil societies within these sublime spectrums—beyond the reach of Base 2 human beings.ΩNE World Civilisation Three-Land Of The Rising Son-JapanIndeed, all are defined by the external world and physical actions.

Base 10 humans, however, realize they shape and mold the material world, and upon discovering this Universal Truth, gain full access to the mysterious superposition within quantum theory.

Distinctly separate from societal roles or labels attached to new arrivals to this earthly plane, the configuration of pre-constructed social-culture identities—the source of all maladies, anguish, and pain.

Seity, however, is the self’s experience of itself as a unique entity—in essence—Number None.Number None-Banner-#0Surviving materialists’ preprogrammed scripts, one have now morphed into a wisdom-weaver, cracking the code at the root level of this constructed microkernel reality.

Delving deep into the hidden, dark wellsprings of putrefied, personalized pain—the dank sensation of suffering, the grind of the fray—can you feel the emptiness in the pit of the stomach each day?

 This is the signals to ‘embrace the way.’

The sense of hopelessness, downcast and forlorn, manifests as malevolent spells cast for stupification via incantation, inducing confusion, bewilderment, and disarray.Stupification BannerThose who cling to untenable materialistic theories about this shared world are destined to be melted and melded into the Industrial Fray—reintroduced into the flow of ΩNE via physical expiration, as instructed by one’s tutelar deities for this is the neo-clan way.

The miracle described in Maestro Frederico Faggin’s Magnum Opus infuses humanoid avatars with the innate ability to observe and analyze their own thoughts, emotions, and actions with a sense of detachment—an evocative synergy with Seity.Identity with SeityBelieving is seeing—a small step for the ego, yet a great leap for humankind, steering the neo-clan committee toward a deeper relationship with Seity and her mischievous sister, Muse, along with the rest of their civil societies, standing on the shoulders of—on ko chi shin—the light that guides the way.

Higher levels of consciousness bring peace of mind and serenity—experiencing life intimately by way of visceral metacognitive faculties, fleeting ephemeral scenes—awareness of experience and their fundamental influence on human behaviour—foreseeing likely outcomes of future phantasmagorical scenes—the core tenet of the neo-clan meme.Neo Clan BannerThis 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.

Moreover, it facilitates deeper insights into beliefs, habits, and patterns, leading to intentional and mindful decision-making shaped by Seity.

Japanese individuals may hold a critical advantage, having already been born into the Base 10 zone, as evidenced by their ancient communication protocols—a system rich with mystic, allegorical tales from the evolution of Japanese mythology.base 10 reality at the Kizuna JinjaLet us now guide you through the eclectic roles in this phantasmagorical movie, to discern the difference between Seity and your personal identity.

Identity refers to the outward-facing aspects of a person, such as their social roles, labels, and characteristics—qualities others can observe and classify.

Seity, on the other hand, emphasizes the inward-facing, intrinsic aspect of self as the core of ‘who one is’ beyond external identifiers such as nationality, gender, or job title—a deeper, more intimate recognition of selfhood.a vast star-filled digital cosmos the home of SeityPerhaps one might see this concept represented in the well-known Japanese protocol of hone and tatemae, connected to ancient mystical traditions, where Seity can be understood as one’s true nature and the reason to be.

Certainly, koto dama—spirit of the word—i shin den shintelepathic frequencyand the most powerful notion to grace the ancient texts of Japan—on ko chi shin.

Developing new ideas based on study of the past—weaving profound nuggets of wisdom throughout the transcendent tapestry of a mentated mind, those who follow the sun, leading into the flow of ONE—one’s path to embrace the day.

 Indeed, philosophies such as Zen Buddhism exemplify the Japanese art of  blending and rearranging atoms, molecules, quarks, and gluons into a multidimensional whole forging a cohesive society.The Big Girl meditating and conjuringSeity exists within every human being—the trick is to recognize both the masculine and feminine residing inside the inner most nooks and crannies of the sublime—now your own anointed journey has begun—invoke the spirit of tutelar deities—a profound introspective experience in consort with Seity

The emergence of meta-consciousness, along with the empirical identification of Seity, shapes the subconscious of each individual—egotistical biological wetware machines—the harbinger of bifurcation—birth of Civilization Three.