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Being born with a silver spoon in the mouth may seem like an advantage out of the gate, regardless, upon further examination this rarely proves true.

Consider the initial Lot In Life scenario as the first Big Shoes challenge—birth order; the beginning of hierarchy, the proverbial pecking order—by the sheer randomness of birthright—the game of life and death, mandatory to play each and every day.

Regardless of parentage, the dynamics of distinctive personalities influences siblings in deeply significant ways—eldest on top—younger siblings looking up—stokes instinctive rivalry until the end of eternity it will surely rage.

Human nature also has a dark nasty side—the protocol of antagonism rots the soul fuelling hatred that only intensifies—the bile of the rivals disintegrating the mind from inside as every single human malady emerges from the subconscious mind—manifests as malignant tumour festering like a gigantic carcinogenic pimple upon the sublime face of humanity.

Initially, there is an instinctive urge to follow a leader, yet after a while, reveals itself to be a deeply flawed hypothesis as family dynamics are merely the beginning of the quest to seek and discover a pair of your own shoes, and where journey manifestly begins.

Mentally abandoning the pecking order is a critical first step—not understanding the nature of positioning within pecking order only leads to a road going nowhere with just three stops—hopelessness, depression, and despair—clearly the manifestation of all unchallenged fears.

Blood is thicker than water used to work a long time ago—yet a more practical iteration in consideration of emerging human behaviour is to revitalise the ancient protocol of building a robust clan diffusing the tenets describing its spirit and soul.

Seek to find worthy Big Shoes true to you in a one-and-only size—a practical guide to recognize foundations worthy of emulation—the clues are here, there, and everywhere just look at the han men kyōshi—a handbook of what not to do for certain have a close look.
It is here where the aware notice the consequence of Forks In Road—realizing the meaning of Big Shoes, catch the wind, riding infinite rails, sailing into a personalised destiny.

Dance while entranced about the perpetual possibilities as ΩNE rotates around the sun—sample a plethora of different shoes—find the ones meant for you and this is when the journey in earnest begins in a personal pair of Big Shoes.

Those early rejecting the notion to fill anyone’s shoe are branded with the misnomer of black sheep—meaningless labels pasted onto those who innately seek a unique destiny by Following The Sun—the opposite of weak, the antithesis of meek—go boldly forth exploring the nooks and crannies inside the pithy marrow of emergent humanity.

go in hard—go in deep—play the long game—play for keeps

Like all things in nature there is no such things as black and white—only sublime shades of grey—escaping the darkness toward the light is the right way—so, as a matter of fact, there really is no such thing as a black sheep anyway. 
Conceivably, walking in someone else’s shoes leads to a well worn path of ruts and ennui carved into a trail of broken dreams—walking in lockstep as one of the majority—you are not special and you are not alone.

As life continues to “get in the way”—you will have to fill in for Taro Suzuki today—while he is away you have to walk in his shoe—this is a clear sign there is but one destiny—a wage-slave or the sucker in a Ponzi get-rich scheme—either a victim of circumstance or narrating a story constructing the reality of life’s game.

Not to be confused with walking a mile in another’s moccasins which inevitably leads to the discovery of a pair of exclusive shoes, which happen to embody an energetic frequency filled with heartfelt empathy and a Reason To Be as you seek the biggest most extraordinary shoes—it’s worth the trip believe me.

The hard road becomes a little easier as the easy road become much harder day by day as the sun goes up and down—it only a matter of time the clock is ticking away, the end of the journey and the end of time—at the end of the trail, facing judgment day the question is: What will your ancestors say to you on your dying day?

Not recognising the significance of clan is a failure to stick to the primal plan—planting the flag of your dynasty—Curry Favour with the matriarchs while venerating the glorious sacrifices of their men—build upon the foundation of the clan filling the Big Shoes of the ancestors to a noble end—bestowing this Earthly Paradise to the future generations—make life sublime, step up to the starting line—ready, set, go—Follow The Sun.

Japanese society personifies a moral and ethical foundation rooted in the dōtoku (ethical sensibility) precept, as described in the Seventeen-Article Constitution conceived by Shotoku Taishi in 604 CE.

Prince Shotoku was instrumental in the foundational construction of Japanese society by unifying Buddhism and Confucianism which happens to be a speciality of the Japanese—blend novel concepts and innovative ideas, creating a distinctly Japanese flavour, exotic, mystic, and unique.

This constitution is the earliest example of a moral and ethics code enshrined in an official government document—promoted as guidelines for personal conduct and appropriate behaviour—leading to the creation of an emergent society.

The essence of this seminal document still reflected in modern Japanese society.

The Japanese, often viewed as quirky, have been described as—‘somewhat of a peculiar race.’

The Yamato people evolved in isolation over millennia, developing a polite but ambiguous communication etiquette and utilizing the ancient script of complex pictograms—kanji「漢字」

Probe the nooks and crannies Japanese is a conduit for happiness and part of a strategic game plan—explore enlightened adages, uncover and discover nuggets of wisdom in a four-kanji-compound.

Capture the ability to see inside the consciousness of the Japanese—to know the minds of our ancestors—the creators of timeless Eastern philosophy—now emerging into Civilization Three.

Delightful gems of refined politeness raining out from Japanese—residing Under God’s Shadow is a way to express gratitude with the polite societal helper just say—o kage sama de.

When first observing the protocol of o kage sama de, the verbal exchange seemed superfluous and of little practical use—from an Incidental Occxie’s point of view—not understanding this alien languages exchange and to grasp this communication paradigm only needs time before the ability to extensively comprehend.

When participating and facilitating a harmonious polite society, the default position is to view everyone as inextricably underneath the protective shadow in the Land of the Gods—if fortunate to be living in Japan, o kage sama de is the first thing that should be what comes to mind.

The practical nature of the Japanese shows how to successfully structure societies that adapt and evolve, enriching the greater world encapsulating Japanese life philosophy—live and let live—what will be will be.

Invoking mystical entities works for the Japanese, a quirky peculiarity, connecting the spirit of Japan to ancestor worship is what it has turned out to be—all living beings residing Under God’s Shadow venerate our ancestors for they are the creators of the civil society of Japan.

The next step for o kage sama de is to put it to practical use being friendly with the Japanese, use it liberally as it is applicable in many ways—by doing so, now a step closer to understanding the Japanese and what is inside their heart, mind, and soul.

Congratulation, now tuned into the frequency of the Japanese—possible through daily practice and sacrifice—Cross The Chasm go all the way to feel the heart and soul of the Japanese.

Fully comprehend while participating inside Japanese society with a renewed heart and mind and vigour and vim—join in the determination to create civilization founded upon the notion we all reside Under God’s Shadow—o kage sama de.

Through no fault of their own, the Japanese cannot distinguish between “r” and “l”—sometimes leading to mortifying misunderstandings.

Occasional cheeky bloopers slip out during impromptu ido bata kaigi (gossip at the communal well) about an upcoming mayoral election—not to be confused with the philandering mayor’s clandestine trysts seeking to satiate his insatiable erection.

Perhaps having led to misinterpreting this article’s title—mistaking this commentary as an ode to the awesome curry flavours now available in Japan—curry favour has a more practical application—to seek favour—a pragmatic protocol for achieving long term objectives—this conclusion is to be favoured.

Even though Japan has incredible cuisine, the Japanese also have an insatiable appetite for an exotic array of Indian curries—along with exotic spices comes their virtuous Hindu kindred spirit—binding them deeply to the heart of the Japanese.

Indeed, the spectrum of delectable curries now available in Japan cannot be denied, nor the international flavours arriving from around the world, which the rapid globalization of Japan can no longer hide.

Enticing Indian chefs to bring along their Mother's Secret curry roux and sublime regional recipes—curry favour with the women for these ladies hold Civilization's Keys.

While their men work in distant lands, the women embrace an ancient clan dance—their men toil away, while the matriarchs stay by the hearth collecting their husband’s pay—building their noble bloodline in their ancestral homeland.

Here curry flavour changes to an intriguing life lesson—to curry favour with the women—especially with the hidden matriarchs of Japan.

A quick look, through the Hardcore History books, reveals plenty of reasons to curry favour—think of it as part of a survival plan—making it easier to understand where true power lies and exactly in whose cold calculating hands.

In other cultures, the notion of currying favour may not yet be applicable within that culture’s grand scheme—all emergent society and culture must evolve or they will certainly expire. Change cannot be forced; it must always come from within.

As for the Hindu nation and Japanese—obsolete sentiment as described in dan son jo hi (male chauvinism) reflects a decaying historic description of how the world should not be.

The laws of nature require society to be built upon ingrained civilized behaviour—a reflection of the Frequency binding the masculine and feminine—honouring the roles in the creation of Civilization Three—the foundational principle of harmony and civility.

Seeing is believing—or—believing is seeing ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

For those of left brain persuasion and of a deeply practical nature, ‘seeing is believing’ is the order of the day.

A most pragmatic notion accompanied by many other fine traits embedded in the left-brained brethren such as: logic, focus, and linear thinking the inborn nature—serving a very practical purpose, which more often than not, is described as realistically—indeed, by birthright all are immersed in earthly Material Sludge wandering timeless days ephemerally.
Why not choose to tune into different frequencies, this path leads to existence inside ΩNE—frolicking inside the deepest frequency the conviction of ‘believing is seeing’( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alas, for those destined to live within the confines of this monotonous mono-plain—the world of the ΩNE super-conscious being is undetectable by the five fragile senses of frail human-beings.

Particularly, the highly erratic macroscopic inspection—only reveals an illusion inside self-delusion, detected and manifested as ‘real’—the pettiness of humanoid’s monotone bandwidth, decrepit and very frail, in circumspect retrospect the ‘seeing is believing’ scenario has been deemed highly suspect—earning a fat F, a genuine hard fail.

Polishing the sensitivity of errant emerging beings is the first step to detect the immense scale of the frequencies endlessly streaming through the 5.1-Surround Sound System gifting ΩNE life-giving energy infinitely—faith and belief the constituents of this mysterious key—unlock the essence of the meaning—See All You Can Be.

The first deviation from preconditioned norms and innately experiencing different frequencies was to have stumbled upon my first friend—who also happened to be Japanese—forever connecting Amaterasu, the Mother of ΩNE who dwells inside the Chrysanthemum Palace radiating forth from our beloved Sun.

Launching this wandering boy into an exploratory journey—for some mysterious reason she chose her earthly resident of no fixed abode or address entreating him to Follow The Sun—forever intensely exploring the uncanny Nooks and Crannies of emergent Civilization Three—Japan and the meaning of becoming ΩNE.

Breaking through to the other side—identify pretences of constructed reality—to face the truth as described to you by your personal Muse for use as an idiosyncratic lifestyle guide.

A gift from the Sun to all humanoids installed with the super-consciousness program flowing into ΩNE—the essence of being alive, a roadmap to thrive on a stardust voyage through this infinite void—a pico-blip inside the abstract supposition of the untraceable concept called Time.

Vanishing candle of infinite yesterdays, now reflected in exhausted eyes—the final earthly tears wiped away and dried—the ending scene drawing to a close as you wish Mother Earth a fond final farewell—the chemical matrix of your earthly makeup dissolving and resolving into ΩNE.
Intentionally accessing emergent frequencies represents the ultimate act of Love toward the greater Clan, becoming the change in the frequency’s chemistry as a conduit propagating Universal Love.

To manifest something into reality, you must first believe in the possibilities of creating new paradigms of progress, building upon the resilience enshrined in the Universal Constitution, brought to you by the Japanese, the curators of Civilization Three.

Truthfully, each day is composed of Personal Choices—either way, this might not be the right day to spread your wings and fly away, starting a personal journey into ΩNE on this auspicious day.

Leave the prospect of deathbed regret behind and listen to the voice of your Muse, understanding that what she is asking of you is sublime.

Rise above the mundane with guidance from inside—join this game of mortal human existence with the notion of life in flux, and to embrace change from within.

The Westernised notion of love is akin to the Easter Bunny or Commercial Santa; exciting and mysterious as gullible children, but like all mythology, fabrications created by powerful forces to control the heart and mind of humanity.

The notion of falling in and out of love is as nonsensical as a fat man in black boots with a potbelly slithering down the chimney to deliver goods and to feast on milk and cookies.
The real world offers much more visceral tutorials to guide the propagandised lovestruck lovers—serving up a healthy jolt of reality—Unconditional Love reveals the wisdom of life’s meaning.

The feelings when first falling in love is as exciting and infatuating as a gentle spring breeze—what’s not to love about feeling warm and fuzzy about Each Other, if only temporarily.

True commitment to an authentic partnership entails surrendering to the notion of growing together—into future frequencies, unseen worlds, and far beyond the surreal—regardless of the inevitable suffering that Unconditional Love entails.

Buyer beware: love comes with a caveat—we must love Each Other unconditionally and love Each Other without fail and until the end.

Chocolate merchants have a field-day on Cupid’s sacred holiday—February 14^th not having satisfied their sweet-tooth quite yet, the ingenious Japanese pioneered a reciprocal scheme inside a plot—continuing fleecing the smitten masses—the commercially thriving—White Day

Remember, in Japan on Valentine’s Day, the women give men chocolate as a token gift at the behest of Lotte, only to be coerced into reciprocating a month later in Japanese confectionary makers’ creamy dream, the socially constructed aforementioned—White Day.

Foundationally, the Japanese take a much more practical approach to love and what it entails—particularly in mate selection when joining hands to proceed, creating the precious legacy of sacredness—ΩNE’s clan and the progress they have achieved.

First and foremost, in order to love others, it is imperative to love ΩNESELF before becoming capable of Unconditional Love—the primordial instrument of human thriving.

The reflection of psychopathic narcissism is that of an insubstantial sub-race—forfeiting their place inside ΩNE—separate from the Whole—their very existence fundamentally embodying hate.
Unconditional Love is the will to extend ΩNESELF for the singular purpose of nurturing ΩNE's own, or others’ psychological growth—incrementally polishing a true daily reflection of the meaning of Unconditional Love.

Upon realization, the next stage of the story is revealed—the illuminated infinite lovers embracing Civilization Three—the pathway of progressive enlightenment, a juicy fresh onion as the layers are slowly peeled away.

The process of extending ΩNESELF is evolutionarily successfully extended ΩNE's own limits, growing into a larger state of being via the act of loving others, a spouse, a child, a friend, or indeed a stranger is an act of self-evolution and edifies all others.

Reaching through kaizen toward self-evolution draws the ΩNE spirit deeper into the state of Unconditional Love of ΩNESELF and of others—knowledge being fuelled by the Love generated within ΩNE—along the electricity lines of the Unconditional Love Frequency—binding Each Other Infinitely.

The Japanese are often looked upon as somewhat obstinate and unyielding, conservative and traditional.

Like so much mythology concerning the Japanese, the constructed reality to which many have been led to believe, has been thoroughly debunked as hackneyed regurgitated drivel—the academy of stale third-hand piffle—courtesy of crumbling ivory towers—brewing and stewing conjecture and supposition as to the way the Japanese should or should not be—this constructed narrative has now been rendered obsolete.

The Japanese have always embodied the notion to seek reason, ideas, and guidelines from Outside Worlds, internalising the findings, setting objectives for the newly acquired objects their affection—this is the Way of the Japanese.

Fortunately for the Japanese, they were able to experience 260 years of undisturbed peace at the tip of the sharpest sword in the drawer, which happened to be that of Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Through this, the Japanese manifest their essence into our Earthly World by the extraordinary will of collective super-consciousness weaving Shinto into Buddhism creating the modern Japanese—the curators of Civilization Three.

Alas, all good things must come to an end—American gunboat diplomacy mightier than the sharpest sword, thus the reign of peace came to an end at the behest of the Americans with Mammon’s eyes squarely fixed upon the treasures embedded inside Japan.

After the dust settled and industrialisation became the plan, the Japanese sent envoys to explore the new worlds—a kind of missionary, not to convert the Occxie masses to become Japanese, but to probe the world for concepts and materials to initiate the burgeoning nation of modern Japan.

The incredible story of the rise of the Japanese as the creators of Civilization Three, begins as a journey marked by an innate curiosity as to the blueprints of the outside industrialised world, and when the Iwakura mission was initiated just a few short years after the end of the Tokugawa Clan reign.

The Iwakura Mission was certainly imaginative when selecting the participants for this arduous fact finding mission to unknown corners of the globe.

Not only was the mission filled with aspiring diplomats and industrialists, but also included children such as Tsuda Umeko, the youngest member at just six years old, Aunty Umeko is one of the earliest pioneers in Women’s Education as the founder of Tsuda University.

The Japanese spirit of modifiability manifests as the notion of constant incremental improvement—kaizen—embodying the notion of flexibility—a sharp contrast to the misconstrued representation of the Japanese as an unmoved, cold, calculating race; thus, everything in Japan is  Carved In Stone.

In actuality, the Japanese exhibit either flexibility or rigidity according to the actual requirements of any specific situation—displaying not only the foresight of flexibility, but the acumen to ‘read the air’ while engaging in dialogue with the worm (intuition), and maintain rigidity when doing so serves their greater purpose.

Japanese disposition in large part come from the innate understanding of two important protocols embedded inside the Japanese language for navigating the world of stories—seeing reality through two distinct lenses—tatemae & honne—imperative fundamentals to recognise the world as layers—becoming super-conscious as to the difference between “constructed reality to which everybody pays lip service” and the raw reality of any given situation.

Indeed, the ability of the Japanese to intuitively apply flexible or rigid protocol, according to situational awareness—the highest level of this earthly material game, and the main reason the Way of the Japanese are meticulously studied, analysed, and researched somewhat like the Japanese did at the dawn of Emperor Meiji’s industrial Japan.

As the Japanese understood the value of keeping the Japanese identity while integrating the newest technology via Occxie-land and their Age of Reason, they have successfully navigated the tricky waters of modern civilization and at great cost to the Japanese nation over several decades in the early 20^th century.

Indeed, the merging of the Japanese foundational constitution written by Shōtoku Taishi in 604, the constitution of the Meiji government, and the third document brought to the Japanese via nuclear warheads, completes the documentation as the blueprint for the future of the Japanese nation.

An incredible journey throughout the nooks and crannies of Hardcore History, the Japanese have evolved into a nation of passionate, yet peaceful people and diligent citizens.

Unequivocally, Japanese society runs like a well oiled mechanism, going through industrialisation while coming out the other side a highly technologically advanced nation with the Yamato Spirit imprinted firmly on the sacred soil of Japan—the curators of Civilization Three.

Creation mythology paints gods into all kinds of shapes and sizes—imaginary imagery used in a construction of ‘reality’ or from the Japanese perspective tatemae—the layers peeling away, the news cycle of yesterday, turning into the Hardcore History epoch of our times each day.

Japan is not only referred to as ‘Land Of The Rising Son’ but also as ‘Land of the Gods.’

The abundance of Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples spread throughout sacred spots in the ancient nation of Japan, bears testament to this sublime reality, therefore, Japan has deservedly been christened as Land of the Gods.

Indeed, the Japanese are extremely flexible when considering the doctrine of Others, and the variety of gods contained in human mythologies.

The Japanese maintain a deeply spiritual essence, even though they are not considered by Others to be religious people—as a matter of fact, all Japanese are embedded within stringent social, cultural, and moral protocols—in essence being Japanese.

The foundation of the Japanese nation is based upon the assimilation of information coming from Others—moulding foreign notions into powerful potions, reformulating concepts and ideas, making them uniquely Japanese.

Emphatically the Japanese are masters of integrating external worlds into the way of the Japanese, including the successful integration of Buddhism in the Heian period from 800 CE, weaving the Buddha into the way of the Japanese gods, thus, the super-conscious tenets of Buddhism becoming an essential part of being Japanese.

The success of the Buddha can be linked to one main thing, the skill to overlay these new tenets on top of the indigenous protocol of ancestor worship—⛩神Shinto道⛩—preservation and deification of deceased kin, anointing them as gods to be worshiped as ancestral clan.

Peeling back the stark black and white of mythological dogmatic stories, lies an insight into suppressive dogma, emphatically embedded into decayed ideology, the indoctrinated adherent submerged in the authoritative notion—either Zero or One, heaven or hell you cannot pick both, so you have to choose one.

The mandate of the Portuguese Jesuits was to convert the Japanese—to instigate the creation of fresh patrons—tithing to feed a vast unholy beast—geographically remote from this Pacific Island nation—conceptually remote from the Japanese.

The collapse of Christianity in Japan and rejection of their Zero or One doctrine were due to the diabolical notion of clan destruction, along with the decimation of the honourable notion of the loyalty Japanese show towards their clan.

In fact, the Japanese have no religion per se—the core tenets of Japan are reflected in the Japanese Way—mirrored in their ancient culture forever binding them to Japanese societal protocol—by birthright to which they all must agree.

Form Order Process is the Japanese way—sending forth into the world, recreating foreign objects and concepts into all kinds of things—ancient ritual tasting like fine matcha tea—the Japanese are destined to merge and purge, integrate and reiterate, concepts, ideas, and convictions, now in the process of building the pinnacle of human thriving Civilization Three.

Raised in a diverse inclusive atmosphere in the mountains of British Columbia, Ceylon was merely a topic in a geography book in a distant land far away.

By virtue of living in Japan, came the good fortune to travel distant lands—an extension of acquainting with the foreigner community, all of us strangers in a strange land, or as Patrick Lafcadio Hearn saliently noted—fairyland.

Many moons ago, a Sri Lankan Buddhist temple was established in our rural town of Japan—along with it came friendly Sri Lankans, leaving behind their cherished loved ones in a distant homeland, seek a better life for their clan

In the early 90’s my dear Sri Lankan friend, then in his early 50, found work as a stableboy on a nearby horse farm, and is where the encounter occurred with this devoted Buddhist Sri Lankan man in Japan.

Common among foreign nationals originating from developing lands is their sacrifice, building their homeland clans in culturally remote isolation, only temporary guests in the insular homogenous nation of Japan.

By happenstance, a serendipitous opportunity came to visit the island nation of Sri Lanka—an interpreter for a Japanese entrepreneur, a chance to visit my friend’s family in the breathtaking city of Kandy in the center of Ceylon.

Interestingly enough, inside the ‘Temple of Sacred Tooth’ resides the sacred tooth relic of the Buddha, embodying deep spiritual significance—one of the most sacred religious artifacts in all of Buddhism.

So, what does this all have to do with five rupee?

Raised in the essence of empathic humanity, the stark dark, abject poverty common in Sri Lanka was far too visceral and startling to see.

Shocked into an instinctive conundrum—how to go about alleviating this wretched suffering and to once and for all end human misery.

A bag full of 5 rupee coins will initiate the planetary poverty alleviation protocol the world will change forever and for certain, just wait and see.

The line for the 5 rupee coin was as far as the eye could see, all of the sudden it was clear as dawn—after handing out the last 5 rupee coins—once all the money is gone—a new beggar born, now looking for a free coin and a free lunch juicing life along.

An old book once proclaimed—give humankind fish, feed them for a day—teach humankind to fish, feed them forever and a day.

My Sri Lankan friend was no beggar at all—he left his beloved wife and three daughters in a far away land—forging his way in the world—raising up his clan—a saint at the feet of Buddha, on his own as a sovereign man.

All stories come to an end, where this deeply devout Buddhist exited this mortal coil having never touched the sacred ground of his cherished homeland of Sri Lanka again.

One can only surmise when observing the loneliness in his eyes, he died of a broken heart—his final earthly chapter—a stableboy in Japan.

While transitioning to the land of Buddha, is when he make a courtesy stop to say goodbye to this Incidental Occxie, who loved this Fellow Traveler from Sri Lanka for his devotion to his family and dedication to advance his clan.

Continuing on his infinite journey, took a special seat at the table as an enlightened Buddha, his essence and spirit uniting once again with his family in his beloved homeland of Ceylon.

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ブリティッシュコロンビアの山々の、多様で包括的な雰囲気の中で育った私にとって、セイロンは遠い地での、地理の教科書の中の話に過ぎませんでした。

日本に住むことによって、遠く離れた土地を旅する幸運がもたらされました。これは外国人コミュニティとの交流を広げることで、私たちは皆、見知らぬ土地の見知らぬ人々です。パトリック・ラフカディオ・ハーンが指摘したように、それはある種、妖精の国に似ています。

ずっと以前、スリランカの仏教寺院が私たちの日本の田舎町に設立され、それに伴い親切なスリランカ人たちがやってきました。彼らは遠く離れた故郷に愛する家族を残し、自分たちの一族のためにより良い生活を求めていました。

1990年代初頭、私は日本にいる献身的な仏教徒のスリランカ人との出会いがあり友人になりました。親愛なるその当時50代前半の友は、近くの馬の牧場で厩務員として働くことになりました。

発展途上国から来た外国人に共通するのは、彼らの犠牲心です。文化的に隔絶された環境で故郷の一族を築き上げ、日本という孤立した均質な国で一時的な客として生活しています。

偶然にも、日本の起業家の通訳としてスリランカの島国を訪れるという思いがけない機会がありました。それはセイロンの中心にある息をのむような美しい都市キャンディで、友人の家族を訪問するいい機会でした。

興味深いことに、「聖なる歯の寺院」の内部には、仏陀の聖なる歯の遺品があり、深い霊的な意味を持っています。これは仏教における最も神聖な宗教的な遺物の一つです。

では、今までの話が5ルピーとどのような関係があると思いますか。

共感的な人間性の本質で育てられた私には、スリランカで一般的な厳しい暗い、悲惨な貧困の現実を目の当たりにするのはあまりにも生々しく、衝撃的でした。

直感的なジレンマに直面しました。この悲惨な苦しみをどのように軽減し、終わらせることができるのでしょうか。

5ルピー硬貨でいっぱいの袋は、地球規模の貧困軽減プロトコルを始動させ、世界は永遠に、そして確実に変わるでしょう。その様を待って、そして見てください。

5ルピー硬貨の列は見渡す限り続いていましたが、最後の5ルピー硬貨を渡した後、突然、夜明けのように明らかになりました。全てのお金がなくなれば、新しい乞食が生まれ、今は無料の硬貨と無料の昼食を求めて生活を切り抜けています。

昔の本にはこんなことが書かれています：人類に魚を与えれば、その日一日を養うことができる。人類に魚の釣り方を教えれば、永遠に生きることができる。

私のスリランカ人の友人は、決して乞食ではありませんでした。彼は愛する妻と3人の娘を遠い土地に残し、独力で世界を切り開き、仏陀の足元で聖人として自分の一族を育て上げました。

すべての物語には終わりがあります。この深く虔信する仏教徒は、この世を去り、二度と愛する故郷スリランカの聖地を踏むことはありませんでした。

彼の目に映る孤独を見ると、日本で厩務員としての最後の地上の章で、心が折れて亡くなったとしか推測することしかできません。

仏陀の国への移動中に、彼は偶然の西洋人に別れを告げるために立ち寄りました。この西洋人は、スリランカからのこの旅人を、彼の家族への献身と一族を進展させるために専念し、愛していました。

無限の旅を続ける中で、彼は悟りを開いた仏陀として特別な席に着きました。彼の本質と精神は、再び愛する故郷セイロンで家族と一つになりました。

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A common question crops up, often midway through the journey inside this Material Sludge—Is this all there is, and, what exactly is daily natto?

Somewhat of a confusing time—wandering in the arid desert of ennui—life flashing by one pico-second at a time—thirsty to fulfil niggling desires—that are so very real.

During periods of mental stagnation, fatigue amplifying infinite needs—the insensate churning—what was—what is—what may be—is all blind minds can see.

This constructed reality, or tatemae in Japanese, keep the spirit in myopic servitude, accompanied by a stark and dark depreciation in the general attitude, degrading emergent humanity.

How long before shaking off this ennui, skipping away to live in a serene paradise like Maggie May’s Magical Garden—it's where you want to be.

Freedom to mature & grow with an enlightened glow—shuck off these Shackles of the Past and its pain—to become whole with ΩNE once again.

Look through the Japanese lens of tatemae & honne allows ΩNE to see the emergent human condition from two distinct points of view—this simple realization is the start of self re-actualisation for inside this notion lies a sublime set of essential keys.

As you wander and ponder, what lies inside to spark a drive to fill the troll throbbing emptiness to make ΩNE whole—the early bird with a daily song with a brand new melody to sing along, daily natto cleansing the mind every day.

In case still unaware, natto is Japanese soul food, with its sensational taste, positive influence upon gut microflora, and a healthy dose of vitamin K—also serving as a metaphor to pick yourself up off the floor, setting the tone for more significant days.

The sublime notion inside this magic potion lies in repeating intriguing things—an early morning rehearsal, food for thought, and clear direction for the subconscious to guide the way.

From the beginning, the dogmatic Industrial Education Complex indoctrinated this wayward autodidact—“someone like you could not possibly read the complex language such as Japanese.”

A conscious shift in energy aspiring with the desire to break free from the shackles of ennui—the gauntlet thrown down, the challenge profound, by hook or crook, it is imperative for this Incidental Occxie to read Japanese.

The exquisite nature of the Japanese reading system is sprinkled with ancient Communication Units known as kanji—spurring the urge to climb Mt. Fuji and dive deep into the nooks and crannies of Japanese culture and society embedded within their mythology—ideograms rooted in ancient meaning opens the way to an enlighten spectrum with unseen frequencies to perceive, to feel, and then to see.

The daily natto, a morning routine with something new, or a periodic review of intriguing concepts extinguishing lingering ennui—look upon the daily dose of natto at dawn making ΩNE whole—be all there is to be.

Inevitably the daily natto protocol creates intriguing pathways weaving an internal destiny—leading to an acute perception of the mysteries within the nooks and crannies of Japanese culture and society.

Create customized daily natto protocol to realize and internalize the ancient protocol of tatemae & honne perception of the truth of the underlying reality, discerning the difference of constructed mythology.

Personal Agency starts by exploring hidden frequencies surrounding Mother Earth.

Debug dogmatic programming of hypothetical beliefs—the notion of life in all things, therefore infinite possibilities—the secret lies in a daily dose of natto—the almighty soul food of the Japanese—follow the consecrated path to fulfil your unique personal destiny.