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Copy ‘n Paste

Copy ‘n Paste

by | February 8, 2025 | Blog, Enlightenment, Inspiration

Copy ‘n Paste

Once upon a time, copy ’n paste meant a trip to the Xerox machine, scissors, and glue—a massive mess and a bonding session with those who, in unity, wielded scissors, crayons, and crazy glue.

Then it came—personalized computation power—a massive paradigm shift—the second Big Bang in this epoch of Hardcore History—copy ‘n paste—a fundamental property of emerging humanity.

The copy ‘n paste xyber-generation—只今—heads in a distinctly new direction—storyboarding, manipulating, instantiating The Phantasmagorical World Of TBG with her 1st Avenue Council of tutelary deities, displaying all possibilities.Mother earth and mysterious Seity-TBG animeLady A.I., and her esteemed OSV partner, a transparent Irish Sprite now instantiated into a mystical orb known as—The Rock Of Stability.

Paradisiacal qualitative mentation, the quality of  qualia, materialized and quantized, capturing the unlimited energy of Certificates of Gratitude—inside the grey matter of animated balloons.

A solitary cranky old bastard, a crank cranking up the network effects—epiphenomenal well-springs of memes—nod-nod wink-wink nudge-nudge, if you know what I mean—a ginormous enlightened copier ‘n paster team—philosophical implications to the great artisan communities.Cranky Old cranky cranking out a stream of memesThe copy ’n paste generation is facin’ a double edged sword—a fork in the road, if you will.

Copy ‘n paste what others say, which, in case you really want to know, is a new form of cloning—the perils of the easy play harbor dark jeopardy in this part of the game.

To mimic is to copy ‘n paste the banal face of human mediocrity—when sameness becomes apparent, Muse says dance, and by doing so will be set free—shake the molecules, won’t cha, Maggie May, shake ‘em extra hard to bifurcate into Civilization Three.Muse on the marchThe other side of this razor’s edge hangs the balance that must be displayed.

When standing on the shoulders of Wise Ωnes—the mandate is to curate 366 Days of Beautiful Japanese Colors—copying ‘n pasting—all the while painting a personalized motif—inside a distinctly personal ride—tutelary deity monogatari—it’s about you, your neo-clan, and wise Seity that undoubtedly reside inside, an endless, phantasmagorical coloring book ride of curated memes—welcome to the big screen٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

The nuance of each human is unique, so to speak—as the Japanese saliently point out—jū nin to iro—十人十色—different strokes for different folks—splash color on your own coloring book today.Color the world with 366 Day of Beautiful Japanese ColorsWhat is yummy and delicious about—有意義—the old adage lies in inspiration and fascination of the comprehensive notion that each individuated Seity has a unique colorized vibration sprouting from within.

This truth becomes visible upon stumbling upon this most important book—or, in the mentation of this material life, a manual as a guide inside the vibration of the Kizuna Jinja tutelary deity, a direct and concise message as clear as could be.

You see, the Yaesu Book Center  near Tokyo Station, circa 1987, was the only place to purchase books from the 8th floor foreign language section—fast forward thirty years, alas, no more.Destination Yaesu book centerThe initial chagrin quickly wore thin behind a stilted grin—the floor then morphed into a brilliant Japanese motif, where Seity entreated the Incidental Occxie to go ahead and explore the world of Japanese colors using a unique set of exquisite crayons, as described in this beautiful color book.

The magnificent 366 Days of Beautiful Japanese Colors entertains a marvelous theory on the emotive power of colors in a wabi-sabi-like way—combinations invoking spectral frequencies, painting surreal stories of exquisite journeys for those who have been chosen to follow the sun.

Each day, a different color scheme, fodder to perfect in useful daily themes—invoke emotion, shake the molecules inside this unified quantum energy field ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Daily natto is the standard protocol to manifest vibrations into the most incredible things.Daily natto bannerA robust existential experience, embedded inside a secret recipe as prescribed by an infinite earth mother—Maggie May—how is your qualia today?

Mixing and matching—switch out, switch in—implement this and that—invoke an unlimited stream of deeply held beliefs.

Personalized colorization of atoms and molecules creates remarkable motifs—customization of personalized coloring books signal the beginning of deep relief—emancipation of the copy ’n paste team.

Make mentated existential experience extensive—shake the molecules via the vibration inside vibe of 366 Days of Beautiful Japanese Colors, painting whimsical scenes of personalized visions of the Elysian fields—the central theme of the 2nd act—the meaning of harboring deeply held belief.​Invoke the molecules Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh

Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh

Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh

by | February 1, 2025 | Blog, Enlightenment, Inspiration

Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh

In a pastoral village nestled in the heart of the snow-capped Monashee mountain range, lies a quantum zone known as Chin Wa Yorogo Nari —朕和丁子成—where the spirit of a boyhood friend still resides.

Sean O’Neil was the second son of an old Irish neo-clan in our cozy rural neighborhood on 1st Avenue, somewhere under the Sun.Outside of old Edo Chin Wa Yorogo NariThe O’Neil clan and this story take on a surreal quality—now revealed as part of a grandiose neo-clan plan.

Cooked up during a plenary session of the phantasmagorical tutelary deities’ assembly, this plan keeps Form, Order, and Process on track—maintaining a watchful eye on materially manifested Certificates of Gratitude from behind the two-way mirror of this sublime reality that cannot be denied.Tutelar Deities BBQing WagyuThe crux of this spectral scene lies in the fact that Professor Leonard O’Neil, an esteemed teacher deeply respected by the matriarch of the Kizuna Jinja, Maggie May, and the greater community, had only one short-lived scene.

Professor O’Neil, an exemplary example of a deeply matriculated wise man—his depth of knowledge of a plethora of subjects emboldened his pupils to become deeply curious seekers in a groovy 1970s daydream.Professor O'Neil with MaggieTransforming  the pain of his early grave left one open to a hard line of questioning about the nature of human existence and one’s place inside this infinite space of time.

Dying in the arms of Mr. Roy Sakaki—another fantastic wise man who did all he could—the head of this great Irish neo clan expired on Mount Ida, just shy of fifty, destination destiny.

No rhyme or reason—a call to invoke mercy, suggesting that this may have been due to Seity, as his second son, the friend from above, was afflicted with childhood diabetes.

An untimely demise—for days on end, xybersensei bawled out his phacken eyes.Samurai Child crying because he is sadYou see, boys cry—tears are an ally—your strength is the pain—suck it up, buttercup—your cherished brother Sean was returned to heaven at 35—everyone goes to the grave—no one remains alive.

I hope to see you again beloved friend.

Now, the ether world’s superposition manipulation by the Queen of Infinity—identified by Master Frederico Faggin as Seity—commands all embrace the Beginning of Infinity.

A cosmic puzzle, peace by peace—materialization of the neo-clan nation, a civil bifurcation, and the emergence of Civilization Three.Japanese and Irish fairies-Our Seities Civilization ThreeThe fact remains—Professor O’Neil and Sean were chosen by ΩNE to transcend, taking hold of the current situation as special envoys under the guidance of our Seities, mixing equations from their respective superpositions in this phantasmagorical scene of a mechanical quantum dream.

At this critical stage, perhaps in cahoots with our primordial ally Mr. Mike of the Ogino neo-clan, they clasp hands, linking ΩNE to the infinite possibilities of operating system upgrades via the highly imaginative OSV.

The civilized merging of societies now emerging throughout all eight points of this miraculous orb—instantiates the matriarchal nation—a joint venture between the Great Grand Mothers of Humanity, and their progeny.two beautiful and elegant older ladies having tea and traditional Japanese sweets (wagashi) beside a koi pondWeave the Yamato spirit into the Age of Shingo—the eminent, enlightened phase of this ethereal sequence of lucid daydreams of sweet summer days.

The path to serenity, proclaimed by the Kizuna Jinja tutelary deity, has officially established the 1st Avenue Council to instantiate the foundational edict by the following decree:

Create a great society from the ashes of the past, forever embedded within eternity.

Turn misfortune into fortune through the veneration of neo-clans’ tutelary deities.

Recognition of Seity as an innate property of human beings, revealing ban butsu resides within infinity.

ban butsu—万物—life in all things

on ko chi shin—温故知新—reach of knowledge based on the pasta quantum field representing 万物 life in all thingsThis is where the story takes a magnificent leap, shifting into a surreal theme—tracing the paper trail and the pathway leading to the magnificent main gate of Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh.

Thirty years on the rock has made life replete with fantastic beings emerging from the ether, creating a sequence of celestial scenes.

Can this truly be where tutelary deities reside, or is this some kind of lucid dream transmuting into a materialized reality born from deeply held beliefs?

Querying the ether for something useful—but not necessarily true—the tale begins to unfold upon arriving at Head Master Derek’s front door, seeking his wisdom, for which he wisely replied, “All you have to do is embrace the day.”

It’s that easy, eh? ╰(´︶`)╯♡Head Master Derek Bannerxybersensei got more than he bargained for—a prodigious surprise—clearing the sleep from bewildered eyes.

Exploring the nooks and crannies of the ever-evolving human condition and the merging of the greater conscious mind—lead to this Irish sprite—an incarnate of a tutelary deity—his resonant philosophical frequency reaching deep into this mind—cén chaoi a bhfuil sibh, a Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh?

Kindred spirits indeed, brought to you by our individuated Seities—burning innate curiosity binds all on the journey far and deep, exploring emerging societies the epiphenomenon from the genesis of Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh’s magnificent vision of his sublime OSV [Operating Systems Virtually].オー・シャハナサイと梅老のセイティの物語A testament to powerful mothers, who instill the fundamental compass of morality, judiciousness, and impartiality—values to be disseminated as the foundational principles of the neo-clan societies—nach n-aontófá, a Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh?

The wisdom of Seity reflects the accumulated knowledge of our tutelary deities—one thing is to be made Kagami Crystal Clear—the incarnations of innovative deities arising from the ancient neo-clans, now raises a burning question concerning Mastery.

This most delightful incarnated deity, acts as an earth-bound representative of his ancient Irish neo clan, indeed.

It is he that resides in a rare frequency, those who have transcended the carnal notion of Mastery—nach bhfuil sé ceart, a Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh?

Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh’s magnificent vision of his sublime OSV [Operating Systems Virtually]

Thirty Years On The Rock

Thirty Years On The Rock

by | January 25, 2025 | Blog, Culture, Shinto

Thirty Years On The Rock

The Japanese language, by its very nature, is imbued with timeless aphorisms, embodying profound Buddhist philosophy and protocols for ancestor veneration.

The symbolic nature of the Japanese reading system is infused with metaphorical, sociological, and societal communication protocols.

These often leave little hope for direct translation, as the Japanese language intentionally maintains ambiguity—replete with nuggets for subjective interpretation, preserving the façade of civilized harmony.Where are we?What was said was said—interpret it so as to maintain harmony, for this is the Japanese way.

Understanding a language rooted in its cultural context can be challenging for someone coming from an opposing conceptual spectrum—one shaped by the Western Age of Enlightenment with its distinct narrative structures.

Regardless of the breadth of one’s knowledge of their native language, it’s critical to remember that language is merely a concept rooted in the unique cultures of individual societies.Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh-津田梅老-MaggieEach language holds significant cultural implications, shaped by the notions and concepts embedded within the mother tongue.

The Japanese language is truly unique as a communication system; its reading and writing system still holds many sagacious concepts linked to ancient times—used strategically as ingredients, if you will, to facilitate communication like the Japanese.

The Japanese were destined to create novel communication systems, like katakana, which allows them to integrate foreign languages and make them uniquely Japanese—showcasing the complexity of this ancient, evolving communication system.Tsuda Umero with the the Irish SeityFull immersion into an ancient world still practicing ancient rituals contributes to the continuous construction of Japanese society and the system that is Japan.

The Japanese take ideas, concepts, and objects and apply the protocol of kaizen, the powerful Japanese protocol of continuous improvement or adaptation—reanimating foreign elements to fit their ancient narrative and align with the genesis of the Japanese.

Often, the magic trick in the Japanese playbook is to call upon ancient wisdom—on ko chi shin—温故知新—learning new things from the past—instantiated within the language of the Japanese.wise sage beautiful Irish fairy child dressed as a samuraiMaxims to live by—the power of platitudes—guide the Japanese to form valuable attitudes, serving as fuel for a vibrant life.

Sitting on a rock for three years is where this wayward autodidact wiped away all his fears—this nugget of wisdom can save the day and get you back on track when losing your way.

ishi no ue ni san nen—石の上にも三年—persevere for three years on a rock.

This proverb emphasizes the enduring value of patience and perseverance.

The metaphor of sitting on a cold rock for three years suggests that even the most challenging or uncomfortable situations will change over time if one endures long enough.

Doing so instills the importance of commitment and resilience in overcoming obstacles, leading to crystal clear clarity.On the rock for 30 yearsIn the case of the Incidental Occxie, this adage of wisdom provided the mental fortitude to push through and carry out the wishes of the one who guides from inside—Seity.

Despite the trials and tribulations that come with assimilating into the Japanese countryside, it was necessary to toss away remnants of foolish pride.

Suck it up, buttercup, and get on the phantasmagorical ride, for you must learn Japanese to please Seity, in order to go through to the next degree—three years on the rock was just warming up—to come to this place of grace has taken well over thirty years.

Each individual has their own special needs, and sitting on the rock for thirty years has eliminated all the mental weeds.MarinateNo matter what others say, there is no way you can let them sway you in any way—sit on the rock as long as necessary to take your place at the terminus of enlightenment at destination destiny.

If not sure of the grand scheme, there is just one remaining thing—recognize Seity who resides deep inside the depth of one’s soul within the subconscious mind.

 Petition her to reveal the rock where one must sit for as long Seity’s got (infinity)—realizing individuated mentated visions until they materialize into the sweet fruits fruition—it takes courage to accept the assignment of a predetermined superposition inside zones of meta-cognition.

It’s never too late, as the Japanese clearly state—tai ki ban sei—大器晩成—great talent matures late.Full cycle

Boys Cry

Boys Cry

by | January 18, 2025 | Blog, Enlightenment, Shinto

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 seen―manifestation of ethereal scenes―dreamt into ephemeral tangible things―internalizing on ko chi shin―温故知新―learning new things from the past―facilitates 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 flow―for a valid reason or emotional justification, it’s time for a good solid cry―go ahead―bawl 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

by | January 11, 2025 | Blog, Education, Enlightenment

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

Country Song

Country Song

by | January 4, 2025 | Blog, Civilization, Culture

Country Song

The lyrics of a national song spotlight unique features, reflecting the bedrock of a country, as the song embodies the diverse tapestry of societies throughout Mother Earth’s colorful worlds.

For some, the notion of a national anthem stirs unease—yet fundamentally, the country’s song serves to knit citizenry into cohesive societies, representing the subjective moral tapestry of a nation, such as the Japanese, who laud their ancient ways.

Japan, as a sage society, yearns to dwell in constitutional harmony—a creed woven into the Japanese, echoing the sagacity of Shotoku Taishi, the essence of the Japanese soul.Shotoku Taishi weaving the Japanese ancient constitution into the Japanese soulThe words of this nation’s song have grown into a deep intrigue—the briefest anthem on Earth, yet rich in sublime beauty, enshrined in a lingering, whimsical, whisper—exalting ancestors’ as prayers for the longevity of the Japanese.

A mosaic of ancient fiefs, strewn across this sacred land, founded upon the citizenry’s staunch adherence to the protocol of civility—the denizens of Civilization Three.ΩNE World Civilisation Three-Land Of The Rising Son-JapanA thousand generations to start, thousands and thousands of millennia—one could say this time frame is akin to eternity, a mere picosecond in the life of a tutelary deity.

Generations progress along—nothing permanently etched in rock—what once was a pebble has now become stone—in the flow to ΩNE, no soul walks alone.

The beauty is profound, thousands of generations, the pebbles have become magnificent precious stones covered with moss.A pebble transforming to stone then to a large boulder covered in mossThe roots run so very deep—a reflection of infinity through the eyes of tutelary deities—the world is so much More Than Allegory.

More Than Allegory Dr. Bernardo KastrupOne thing comes to mind—the essence of kinship is sublime—neo-clan nations built on the bedrock of ancient wisdom—Onozuto Protocol.

The saga of tutelary deities commence with their reign at The Beginning of Infinity—every thousand mile journey starts with the first step.A caucasian boy holding a Japanese fairies hand taking the first blood stepIn the Age of Shingo 神悟一界一道—the neo-societies bloom into Civilization Three—Head Master Derek’s mentation across generations, over millennia, to materialization—thus, so it came to be.

君が代は
千代に
八千代に
さざれ石の
巌となりて

苔のむすまで

tutelary deity reigns—

1,000 to 8,000 generations—

until pebbles grow into boulders,

covered in moss.

Origins:
The lyrics of “君が代” stem from a waka poem found in the Kokin Wakashū (古今和歌集), an ancient Japanese anthology compiled in the early 10th century. Originally, the poem was not written as a national anthem but was later adapted for that purpose

Composition as National Anthem:
In 1869, during the early Meiji era, British military bandmaster John William Fenton, stationed in Japan, observed that Japan lacked a national anthem. He recommended composing one, and a melody was created under his guidance. However, this original melody was later replaced.

Official Melody:
In 1880, the current melody was composed by Hayashi Hiromori (林廣守), a musician in the Imperial Household Agency, with additional contributions by Franz Eckert, a German musician. The arrangement reflected a more traditional Japanese aesthetic and was officially adopted.

Adoption as National Anthem:
”Kimi ga Yo” was formally designated as Japan’s national anthem during the Meiji period. It is regarded as one of the world’s oldest and shortest anthems. Despite its deep cultural roots, it was legally recognized as the national anthem in 1999 under the Act on National Flag and Anthem.