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As they say in the great state of Texas—big hat, no cattle. This illusion has infested the mind—they are as stupified as cattle that never arrived.
The veneer of the masquerade of adulthood slowly peels away, the children of the tutelary deity and Seity are left asking a critical question—what is false and what is real?
The degree of pride—and the secret to keeping this warm and fuzzy feeling inside—comes from a core Japanese protocol—never laud oneself in front of others, lest one appear to be a nincompoop and a tool.
The first step in ascertaining one’s place in the enlightenment of the forest-and-trees story is to understand that the trees represent microscopic attention, while the forest symbolizes holistic awareness.
Indeed, the word “work” has a plethora of meanings, and if we look at each one, we can see that work is actually what gives human life its value and meaning.
This protocol is embedded in the spirit of the Japanese, as they exist in a society structured upon strict hierarchy—something not to be taken lightly, for it keeps the nation cohesive and uniquely Japanese.
The best way to decipher the mysteries of life is to tell captivating stories to communicate the desire to find the others in this virtual quantum land.
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.
The concept of facing the mind and its profound philosophical significance underscores an urgent need for accessible understanding, encouraging all to embark on a Japanese language journey to perceive the unseen.
Be sure to internalize in gā ō hō, for it is a double-edged sword—capable of making life either extraordinary or extraordinarily miserable in the quantum playing field of reality—the choice is yours.
The history books are clear on this—during Emperor Meiji’s restoration, starting in 1868, it took just three decades to copy the previous 100+ years of industrial technology.
The subject of today’s daily natto is the very notion of what it means to meta-recognize the two distinct personalities inside one—the master and the slave.
This fantasy became oh-so-very real, the stone-cold, hard material reality of this distinctive truth—what one earnestly desires becomes tangible inside the Material Fray—our shared master reality.
Regardless, the extraordinary life of this important historical women played pivotal roles in shaping Japan—politically, yes, but even more so through their contributions to the aesthetic heart of the Japanese creative mind.
This is where the real fun starts—as you become part of a society that values one another and regards each life, as a matter of course, as a piece of living art.
The tutelary deity of the Kizuna Jinja came to Japan in 1968, bringing a talking stick as a unique gift from our neo-clan to the Japanese, thereby establishing our presence in Japan decades ago.
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?
