Blog / Enlightenment
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.
Here’s a lucid example of tatemae in action between a married couple—an effort to keep peace and maintain a harmonious matrimony, the rock-solid foundation of any emerging neo-clan family.
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 game system clones play, slugging it out in the acrid material sludge world every day.
An incessant, persistent buzzing of a personalized bee imploring and enforcing actionable steps as the bee in bonnet protocol will always defeat willpower every step of the way.
A zero sum binary mentality to gain and maintain status and societal positioning offers fleeting moments of glory—in other words, barking up the wrong tree.
The Japanese, for instance, embrace a timeless rite—hansei kai (反省会)—woven seamlessly into everyday life. Across their society, reflection merges with kaizen—born from reflection—deep within the Japanese soul.
Now unified as one cohesive unit, a monumental shift in the material paradigm of an ephemeral dream world—a place where everyone knows your name—what once was has now been empirically proven to be, like everything else, a subjective, conjured-up theory.
This may very well be the first elimination round—a fork in the road if you will—for those who have been led to believe a successful life means sacrificing their life in the elusive pursuit of money, in the empty hope materialism brings meaning to an otherwise empty and futile existence—it is only on the deathbed that this truth becomes clear.
Those with rigid, binary mindsets face a profound shake-up when they open their hearts and realize their perceived reality was nothing more than a delusional fantasy—observable as mere mental activity on the dashboard of reality.
Recognizing social conventions founded upon reciprocity—the main pillar being compatibility—shows us how to thrive and breathe within a phantasmagorically curated society, the crux of this delusional lunatic’s fantastic ride.
Just recently, Head Master Derek was overheard saying something that sounded absurd—I have only 1/3 of life left, having entering into the nifty 50s—what can this possibly mean?
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.
This is where the story takes a magnificent leap, shifting into a surreal theme—tracing the paper trail and the pathway leading to the magnificent front gate of Uasail Ó Seachnasaigh.
In light of this enlightenment, there’s need for an upgrade to these symbolic metaphors, which were paid for by the blood, sweat, and tears of the ancestors and tutelary deities of the neo-clans.
Crossing 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.
Through the skill 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 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.
The 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.
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—a mastermind of Silicon Valley, shepherded by the matriarch—Seity.
As can be plainly seen in the modern media scene, a solid grasp of linguistic proficiency is apparently no longer mandatory to become a well-compensated talking head reading off a teleprompter, broadcasting to the ubiquitous boob-tube, or as is more commonly known, ‘idiot box screens.’
Each person’s life is like a personalized movie—all are called to act in individual scenes—the secret is to know, all of this is under control—play a starring role in the greatest ever dog and pony show this galaxy has ever seen.
Growing up in the snowy mountains of BC—informed the meaning of samui—comfort depends solely on a point of view the real crux today’s fable is in the way you choose to couch the way, as anything above minus 10℃ in BC feels like a fresh spring day.
All it takes is an intentional reframing of any past events in need of urgent care—voila the past has changed, instantaneously—shrill tired old narrative making your agency and will ill, an incessant voice stirring distress in essence stealing an enlightened future—every single day.
In the early days of Apple in Japan, the first computer came via the Canon salesman—Macintosh IIci, Hewlett-Packard DeskWriter C, and Photoshop 1.0 to begin creating digital art—1.5 million yen for this innovative technology in 1989 sounded like a true bargain right from the start.
