Plant Seeds
Plant Seeds
Life is all about planting seeds so that one day hope and vision will fruition.
However, more often than not, many who have completely lost the plot sow their seeds in plain dirt, not nutrient-rich soil.
Therein lies the core of personal failure—not being able to tell fertile soil from plain dirt, as without meaningful nutrients, a life becomes much less valuable—somewhat like soulless dirt.
To the stupified who are barely alive, it is imperative to come to terms with the true meaning of life and to decide whether you reside in the mindset of plain dirt or embrace the notion that life is ever-growing when inside nutrient dense soil planted inside.
This is why it is imperative to be able to distinguish the difference between soil and dirt.
Those who choose to plant the seeds of a magnificent destiny must see that soil is a complex, living ecosystem composed of minerals, organic matter, water, air, and microorganisms.
This also applies to the inner world and the core tenets of one’s beliefs.
The fertile soil of the mind is dense in nutrients, having a structured composition supporting life in all things「万物」by allowing roots to grow, holding water, and providing essential minerals—akin to building the neo-clan society interwoven into the fabric of reality.
The soil where one chooses to toil plays a critical role in the creation of a meaningful existence, the human ecosystem by nature fostering personal development for the advancement of extraordinary lives.
Dirt, on the other hand, is soil that has been removed from its natural environment, losing its beneficial structure and nutrients.
Life, when cut off, is therefore lost to your true inner self and to the core of a meta-conscious being.
Dirt does not have the same ability to support life, as it usually lacks the living organisms and nutrients found in healthy soil.
This absence mirrors a common theme in the modern world, where the daily distraction has turned life into a playground for narcissistic psychopaths and creating misery that ignorance brings.
The conclusion is clear—a personal decision and intention create a distinction between those who plant their seeds with the purpose of bringing a vision to fruition and those who do not.
This is the essence of manifestation into materialization.
The soil of the soul consists of a few core principles, the most important being that as humans we are social creatures seeking companionship and community.
This is where the essence of the neo-clan philosophy is in building a vibrant community based on reciprocity and a foundation of society created by those who carefully plant, water, and nurture their precious seeds.
These seeds eventually bloom into a new family—those who see the same vision and walk in lockstep toward inter-neo-clan harmony and the shared desire to build something extraordinary.
Reflect upon all of life scenes as phantom reels of your movie in an ephemeral dream.
The hungry ghosts of a distant past are clearly revealed, showing that many seeds were planted in barren fields—seeds that, as you well know, only produced strife and disharmony, the root of all human misery.
The energy you use is invisible, nurturing a dream embedded within precious seeds—requires strict attention to keep them free from invasive weeds.
The crux of this story is that all must see the obstacles of life as weeds to be eliminated from your personal feed.
The soil is there to nurture visions and dreams—squeezing out the sweet nectars of life’s incredible journey, before you know it your vision and dreams have turn into an extraordinary theatrical scene, so without mercy or making a scene—yank out the weeds.
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