Be Bamboo
Be Bamboo
Walk a kilometer in another’s moccasins to get the feel of each other’s qualia—to understand the fleeting nature of human interaction and the realization of mortal existence as ephemeral, transient beings.
Upon landing in Japan and beginning to understand the Japanese, with their ancient language and esoteric cultural protocols, the rhetoric of the Western narrative flipped one hundred and eighty degrees—smack dab on its head.
All things Japanese, both seen and unseen, are rooted in foundational principles of ancient metaphysical Japanese script—ban butsu—万物—life in all things.
In Japanese philosophy, life vibrates in everything—rocks, trees, birds, and bees—within the Phantasmagorical World of TBG, unnoticed by myopic, Earth-bound system clones unable to perceive these sublime frequencies.
Indeed, the spirits of vegetative life are considered strong and resilient—just ask the bamboo trees—stoicism in stormy seas, with extraordinary flexibility when the typhoon comes, something to be lauded and emulated by everyone—thus, it is highly recommended for humans to become more like trees— becoming like bamboo is the Incidental Occxie’s favoured species.
Once upon a quest in a now distant instance, the search for the perfect place to plant roots for the neo-clan’s family tree led to a three-year odyssey.
After three years, the sacred grounds of Kizuna Jinja were found near the majestic Katori Jingu—the journey to Number None flowing into ΩNE—reflecting the family name honouring the 1st Avenue Tutelary Deity Council mirroring deeply held sacred values and vision for neo societies.
No one can predict the outcome of following the sun, yet by serendipity, an exquisite bamboo forest stood behind a raw piece of land— ready to challenge this boy’s hands—both physically and metaphorically—during the construction of the Kizuna Jinja’s family tree.
The master family tree has been instantiated into the Phantasmagorical World Of TBG as the matriarch of the Tsuda neo-clan and the emerging matron of the Filiatrault family’s esoteric society.
Bamboo has extraordinary properties—one of the most profound character traits to emulate to understand what it means to be bamboo—embody the bamboo spirit embracing malleability—strong like a stoic in the cyclone of life, exhibiting supple, prodigious flexibility.
Here, ΩNE might ask: Isn’t it a little bit weird to identify with a metabolizing vegetative life form known as bamboo?
The answer to this burning question would be a resounding yes.
It may seem a tad bizarre to identify as a bamboo tree and to revere the noble traits of its kin in the Kizuna Jinja’s sacred bamboo forest—the essence of material being.
Choose something to emulate—like the flexibility of bamboo or the stoicism of stone—add this to the Daily Natto—the depth of the soul and essence of the spirit needs a daily hone.
Leave the other monkeys alone—they are busybodies vying for social status, chasing the Joneses, and following whatever the TV says is true—turning the brainwashed masses into boobs—system clones controlled by Ego-Tube.
The road less traveled, marked by the transient days of material existence, is where ethereal spirits fuse with consciousness, guiding free range avatars toward awareness and serenity—the purpose of this journey.
The sacred text reveals a passage where the neo-clan finds guidance and sanctuary via the tutelary deities, who dwell in the realm of meaningful deeds—large or small, it’s the heartfelt intention that is the crux of the matter indeed.
Embrace bamboo and their crew as a guiding principle—supple branches, adaptability, and swift responsiveness, exemplifies the desirable traits of being a bamboo tree.
Tatemae version:
This is also a primary example of the useful Japanese protocol uso mo hōben—
Also of note—excuses are highly disdained in the mind of the stoic Japanese—indeed, making excuses to cover one’s failures is regarded as feeble and weak.
One must always read the room.
By doing so, you declare the all-important self-love—critical self-care and a 
Goals alone never lead to victory—they are a weak foundation with a static trajectory.
What motivates people, the deeply ingrained notion that every aspect of life must be played on a competitive field—binary consequences—winner takes all, loser falls—the 
The 
An incessant, persistent buzzing of a personalized bee imploring and enforcing actionable steps as the bee in bonnet protocol always will defeat willpower each centimeter of the way.
Unlike 
The sole burning desire toward mastery—an infinite fire, sink or swim protocol is always where the three day priest falls and the dreams and vision are washed away into the 
This process annihilates the pesky “three-day priest.”
The 
A niggling feeling deep inside, coupled with deeper questions—a 
Here is where the crux of the matter emerges in a 1953 novel, of all things, about the internal struggle to find one’s way and reach the full potential of one’s own destiny—the meaning of life in this novel is implied
The reframe 
Coming of Age: Through one’s own meta-conscious experiences and understanding of the 
Recall that kaizen is Japan’s dance of ceaseless refinement—a path for the watchful to ascend the hierarchical ladder in that subtle, enigmatic Japanese way.
Reflected back is the harvest of the daily routine—what you feed your body and keeping the mind clean and free from the demons of the past and future, which creates presence disease.
A dissonant symphony cranks out songs of sorrow, despair, and grief on infinite repeat—the broken record of the past skipping endlessly in a dead-end trajectory.
Engage with this wisdom to fortify the present and its roots—for to ruminate is to destroy the only precious thing—the ephemeral, fleeting moments of existence—what it means to be alive.
Elevating the ancient Japanese protocol of hansei kai—
There, your true self you will find—if you only dare to draw back the blinds.
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