Destination Destiny
The Incidental Occxie was considered somewhat of a runt at the start of the journey toward destination destiny, to arrive somewhere—follow the sun.
Perhaps this could be considered a tutelary deity’s decree—an edict to commence the journey among primordial savages hailing from the Alpine hinoki forests of central BC.
From the earliest inkling of awareness, it was understood that the world of adults is a game—a puppet show of invisible strings, manipulating children to do their bidding under the heavy cloak of original sin.
Serendipity ebbs and flows like a gentle hinoki forest stream—the trick is to catch the paradigm-shift drift of what’s unfolding behind the wizard’s tattered curtain, exposing a surreal scene.
Life began in earnest in an eccentric extracurricular drama class, encapsulating a phantasmagorical realm where the beloved thespian sorceress, Agnes Rudean, illuminated the entire class with the following ageless nuggets of wisdom while awakening Number None:
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.
Once liberated from the dizzying spin of illusion, all cracks in constructed realities come into full view, especially when peering into the nooks and crannies of the evolving human condition—an Incidental Occxie who has, through a twist of the fickle finger of fate, incidentally become Japanese.
The advantage for the neo-clan players begins with the realization that everything is woven from narratives and mythological stories.
The journey through the nooks and crannies is mirrored by those standing face-to-face with their manifest destiny date.
Following the sun through failures and flops, success lies in the eyes of the beholder, not in the final outcome.
The true value is in the expedition from here to there, and in the wisdom of ages gathered along the way.
One day, as an elder—perhaps not yet a neo-clan tutelary deity—sit in a hinoki rocking chair, spinning fables like threads of ancient yarn.
Just to be fair, you have to realize and internalize, and don’t freak out—ride the flow—watch it unfold—this uncanny journey of being fully alive—discover the seeds to thrive—riding this glorious spectral ride into ΩNE.
Life brims with symbology and hidden meaning—by seeing the unseen scenes, confidently proclaim that you have internalized this vibe, understanding true destiny is at the final destination of this earthly dream.
Each movie has a specific theme, one whispered to you by the inner voice, which is, in fact, grounded reality—a loyal companion
accompanying you to a safe arrival at the one true destination of all sentient beings, and this called destiny.
