Here is a historical seminal figure, Boye Lafayette De Mente and his delightful legacy—a gift for those exploring the nooks and crannies of the far corners and deep recesses of the traditional Japanese mind.
Hungry ghosts haunt you and Seity, vying to control the blank slate of your daily scene, where dreams morph into visions and then into earthly reality.
An uncontrolled mouth is an inexhaustible source of unmitigated disasters—ranging from marital strife and social dissonance to broken friendships and wounds inflicted upon loved ones in the material fray of the day.
Passing through the nooks and crannies of an esoteric life, one happens to notice that there is an antenna on every roof—no exceptions, not even one.
Wayne was born into a strategic role—the first son of six children, number three—appointed as the nominee to receive the corporeal discipline meted out by life in a house ruled by strong hands and deep emotions that informed those olden days.
The lowest hanging fruit, and how to consciously chipping away picking specific situations without delay leads to portals suddenly appearing—you are truly on your way.
What if there’s no such thing as a start or a stop, but rather all things exist on a grand continuum—known as the game of life—where you are a player or an NPC (non-player character) in Mother Earth’s scene?
The crux of this matter—and the meat of the story—is the evolution of communication protocols, indeed this young lady didn’t actually know the origins of the PDQ terminology, nor the origins of its meaning.
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.
Nothing stirs creative juices like a vice-like precision grip—the ability to grasp and manipulate objects deftly is where the magic of Mother Earth’s monkeys begins.
If the object of desire is just a fickle whim—enjoy that succulent Madagascar vanilla ice cream for instant gratification—feel the warmth of a sugar glow in your satisfied tummy—the delight of icy treats is gratisfactory indeed.
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.
Gratitude can be expressed many ways, each in its own self special, to be drawn upon strategically, the light of this iteration, as light on the situation—reflecting harmonic reciprocity.
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.
It was the good fortune of the Incidental Occxie to have been able to meet Ms. Yasuda the sole princess of the ancient Yasuda clan, first daughter of Eiji and Yae Yasuda, where the Incidental Occxie took Bungaku Mama’s first daughters sweet hand in marriage—was this wedding scene conjured up out of the phantasmagorical movies plot into an Earthly materialized scene.
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.
Currying favor—a zesty spice—is key for those eager to pierce the mythology surrounding Japan’s invisible walls, demands one first identify and pacify the otsubone sama, in essence that is all.
Some relationships last decades—rooted in commonality and the shared loneliness among foreigners wandering the countryside—outsiders to the Japanese community.
