Wayne Became God Today
July 24, 1955 ~ June 29, 2025
昭和30年7月24日 〜 令和6年6月29日
Perhaps it was the harsh wilderness of northern British Columbia that forged his indomitable spirit—a spirit that carried him through thick and thin, toward the pinnacle of life itself, which, for him, was not some grand event in the distance, but rather day by day.
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.
This, too, was part of the reality for this gregarious, free-range avatar of the ancient neo-clan Filiatrault family tree.
Wayne was far more than a son or a brother—he was a protector, a nurturer, and a fierce defender of those he loved.
He took me in, not only as a cousin, but as a younger version of a blood brother, sharing his endless love.
It is for this reason that we now have the honour to venerate him—not only as kin, but as the newest member of the 1st Avenue Tutelary Deity Council, whose divine task is to steer our neo-clan through the turbulent waters in this epoch of time, his short time on earth deemed to have been sublime.
Wayne was a facilitator—a conduit, moving swiftly, practically, and with clarity.
His spirit moved to a certain rhythm, a sacred beat, this vibration on repeat, his inner melody guiding his way.
His energy became action—for those lucky enough to cross his path, he showed up when all seemed hopeless, a hero saving the day.
Whether it was rescuing someone from the tyranny of a certain government agency or acting as an all-in-one paving crew for the road to another’s success—Wayne was there holistically.
The author of this heartfelt offering was blessed to have peered deep into this gentle, ancient soul.
He and his radiant wife—smiling Pam, herself an incarnated goddess with refined tastes, chosen by the stars to match Wayne’s vibrant rhythm and jocularity—welcomed me with open arms to live with their growing family.
It was from the great city of Vancouver, BC, on January 11, 1987, where this free-range avatar flew the coupe to follow the sun to Japan, where awaited him destination destiny and the noble notion to install my cherished cousin as one of our neo-clan’s venerated tutelary deities.
We were honored to be with Wayne and Pam-chan in Japan for a wedding celebration of our burgeoning neo-clan—heartfelt congratulations to Ryan and Kaori on the newest edition to our family tree—誠におめでたく、幸いなことでござる.
Perhaps the spiritual themes here may feel distant to those unfamiliar with the ancient practice of ancestor veneration.
In Shinto and Buddhist traditions—among many Asian nations—this is standard practice—it is in our SOP.
In transience, we realize that life is ephemeral, but one station unfolding in a phantasmagorical dream—one luminous stop on a journey where the destination destiny theme is the eternal flow of consciousness into ΩNE—or so it seems.
The beautiful part of this sublime tale is that there is always deeper meaning hidden in allegory, and since ancient times reality is always revealed.
So, dear Wayne, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts—for being a teacher, a protector, a guide, and a master of the quantum game, guided by Seity.
Although all mortal stories must come to an end, we say now with heaps and heaps of pride that in the quantum zone, we know we’ll see you again, next time on the other side.