Where To Start
Where to start is a question that has perplexed humanity for millennia.
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.
To grasp the crux of the quantum game’s plot―life in this material sludge is a dream within a dream, unfolding through a sequence of transitory scenes into a lifetime of meaning.
Fundamentally, starting and stopping are mental constructs, surreal in essence, as life’s journey on Earth is but a fleeting scene in the infinite flow of ΩNE.
Though it may be a bitter pill to swill, the time we spend on Mother Earth’s wild ride is a continuation of the grand scheme of things—a mentated life emerging from within enlightened sentient beings.
Indeed, the cacophony inside the material sludge makes for a cloudy picture of where to start―the easy answer to this seemingly perplexing question is:
Not knowing where to begin is the signal to leave the comfort of the NPC Ego-Tube zone―get to the starting gate right-a-phacken-way, or as Maggie May would say―get on it PDQ.
Only by understanding the core of your essence—the nugget of your being—can you start by persistently rising time after time again and again.
Knocked down seven times, get up eight, for this is a fundamental rule of this phantasmagorical quantum game.
Regain control by realizing that the voice in your head tells you the lies you want to hear—this is the essence of the Ego-Tube sphere whose delusional edicts all must gallantly resist not adhere.
Turn disaster into good fortune—ignore the voices confusing the ΩNE mind.
Consult Seity to discover who she wants you to be.
Her first suggestion out of her sublime mouth is Kagami Crystal clear, and to which ΩNE adheres.
Clear away the scourge of procrastination—forever and ever and a day is the fundamental edict of the Maggie May Way.
Procrastination is an insidious imp, like a merchant of death, nullifies the innate creative spirit within ΩNE—the purpose of this freaky ride.
Remember those memoirs you were always talking about, to which you have taken up the mantra of the procrastinator’s route?
Dust off life’s journey journal, put a fresh nib in your pen and a magic arrow in the quiver―the inkwell of ΩNE emerging glory is the place to begin.
Here’s insight into the quantum game’s rules—the more you think about your desires and dreams—pondering the manifestation of a customized lifestyle scene—materializing into reality—something you can see, smell, taste, touch, and feel—this is the ΩMNI-REAL.
With procrastinator’s syndrome laid to rest, the next steps are the easiest.
The fork in this road leads to destination destiny, and by not doing so leave Seity displeased.
By rejecting the road less traveled, choosing to remain a boob on NPC Ego-Tube, you will receive no quarter or reprieve—life crumbles into misery.
Once attuned to the tutelary deity frequency, you’ll encounter a vast world of possibilities beyond imagination, close your eyes so you can see.
The best way to embrace each day is to know—deep within your soul—that it’s always a good time to nurture your connection with Seity and your tutelary deity.
Venerate your ancestors, for they are the early investors in the architecture of your neo-clan’s evolution story and dreams.
When you vibrate with daemon, the tutelary deity clicks into harmony with Seity—eliminating procrastination and ennui—Daily Natto fostering a lifestyle oasis—options abound when the mindset lives in the land of plenty.
Destiny, like a preordained blueprint, urges you to embrace contradictions—sparking creative friction, shifting vibrations into a powerful superposition.
Here’s the secret—keep it close, and don’t tell anyone you know.
There is no beginning, there is no end, there is only the flow into ΩNE.
The grand scheme of Seity is to recognize life permeates all things—万物—ban butsu—life in all things is a sublime continuum of the singularity.
Welcome to the Phantasmagorical World Of TBG, where quantum life infuses everything, and nothing is as it seems.