incidental occxie

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.

Life is a journey—until the mortal end—dissemination of the worn-out molecules—in other words physical death—a new beginning starting from the earthly end.

One of the most profound joys of life is to run across a Fellow Traveler—making life meaningful and complex—perplexing and sublime—considered this to be truly divine.

A once random strangers, becoming a consequential addition to a personal journey, transcending the label ‘friend’ becoming one with each other as clanship, blood is not thicker than water—the proof is in the pudding of this Universal Truth.

Universal \(^o^)/* Truth 

Form Order Process underpins the foundation of Japan—expressed as an innate reflex of reciprocity—deeply ingrained in the Japanese psyche—o tagai sama.

The concept of tagai is of paramount importance in Japanese culture, prevalent throughout the societal structure of the Japanese—the way in which social-intercourse is carried out, mannerisms reflected as a distinct configuration of the Form, Order, Process protocol—a way that is unique unto the Japanese.The following instance of o tagai sama could be considered circumstantial serendipitous happenstance, but perhaps that’s a misnomer, as the Japanese protocol of tagai has now allowed unseen worlds to be gradually revealed—osmosis of the Japanese cultural slowly and gently unpeeled.

Waiting for a night flight to Taipei, Northwest Airline was experiencing a long delay, a two hour wait at the boarding gate, with two more sitting idly on the plane—it was then and there this now defunct airline received its new official name—Northworst.

What may have been a long cumbersome wait, was in fact the beginning of a life-long clanship, as a mysterious gentleman who was also waiting in this similar predicament, started up the conversation, now having lasted over 30 years, still bantering on until this glorious day.

When starting to talk to each other—strangers waiting for the same late plane—an instance of rare air is where the stranger becomes a long lost friend, a long overdue catch up in the cards once again.

It turned out he was in the same circumstance—what to do with this full free day in Taipei?—tour this magnificent Taiwanese city, so as to continue the deep conversations started in what even now seems just like yesterday.

A world traveler it was slowly revealed—a plethora of stories up Jion-jion’s mystical sleeve—enchanting tales of a sacred spellbinding, surreal kind.

These exceptional tales were so very magical and the conversation sublime, it was decided to meet somewhere every year continuation of our deep thoughts, encompassing Buddhism, the meaning of life, along with the significance of being a human-being.

Flying over the boarder of Myanmar, heading into Rangoon, Jion-jion suddenly became silent, like he was being consumed.

What was happening inside his inner world, this incidental Master Zen Buddhist sees reality through the lenses of the surreal—as this is the way he commands it to be.

The power of Jion-jion lies in emptiness, thus awareness of the infinite nature of all spectrums embedded within the deepest frequencies of consciousness—a testament to his enriched sentience—holding the secret keys, having unlocked doors in the land of the living, opening channels to the land of the dead.

On a night before Jion-jion’s departure to his desert home far away, the spirit of my freshly deceased Sri Lankan Buddhist mate, came to say goodbye to his Incidental Occxie friend, as he was continuing along his path—a new beginning at the end of his earthly days

However, much to this spirit’s surprise, he saw the energy field radiating from Jion-jion’s eyes, where he was gently, yet quickly guided by this Incidental Deity, to move to Buddha to take his rightful place and go to where he should be.

Jion-jion has again returned to Japan, bringing his wisdom and sublime presence, enhancing the energy flow in the Land of the Gods as Japan is known—his sun shining over humanity—is why he is assuredly, a sublime and miraculous earthly Deity.

Viewing the humanoid body as a chemical Matrix akin to thick green pea soup, at first glance many seem surreal.Rest assured, there is simply nothing more visceral, bona fide, or reflective of the Fabric of Reality than metacognitive acknowledgement of the physical flowing of molecules throughout Material Sludge.

Coming to terms with the fascinating reality of the intricate intertwining of heart, mind, body, and soul is exactly where the story begins—you are now in control of a new constructed reality where the legitimate meaning of life as the revealed revelations are slowly unpeeled.

Just as in the Matrix described in the Rising Son’s Earth Log, closely examining the mirror reveals your personalised chemistry and its veneer—scary at ignition at the Beginning of Infinity—your molecules starts the evolutional journey outside the Matrix where lies worlds of endless eternity—no beginning—no middle—no end—truth no longer surreal.

Once consciously assimilating the quirky quarks of the molecular being—heart, mind, body, and soul amalgamate for an illuminating journey—Follow The Sun—journeying on her beloved sister Mother Earth—just one of the many planetary islands among an infinite number of gooey atolls—inhabited by otherworldly chemical matrixes of enigmatic bizarre sentient beings.

The physical body is a carnal conduit consisting of mind, heart, spirit and soul, thus, it is imperative to nourish the restless wary whole—personification of Personal Identification—the Ego and the  turned loose Muse, floating in Harmony in the True Communities throughout this celestial atoll.

Indeed the composition of a humanoid chemical Matrix, varies widely depending on the sauce in the feed mix deeply impacting all 4 vital signs, personalised touchstones as a present to all seminal sentient beings.

Fortunately, at the tender age of just twenty-three—Japanese food arrived instantly—in deep contrast to this Incidental Occxie's humble culinary beginnings—straight to pickles, rice, and sashimi.

Inflection ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ Point

As an Incidental Occxie, this journey Following The Sun can only be considered in the realm of inexplicable happenstance, a most peculiar instance of surreality, manifesting into materially reality inside Earth's Force Field.

Undoubtably the selection of Japanese cuisine includes much more that pickled vegetables and raw fish, in fact, when asked why to have remained in the Land of Japan, the answer envelopes just three:

(1) Japanese people

(2) Healthy Japanese food with reverence for rice

(3) The foundational workings of the civil society of Japan—internalising this leads to penetrating insight into Civilization Three.

Moreover, the Japanese astutely describe the essence of savour scrumptious succulent nibblets—corresponding to the flavour of glutamates—the fifth category of taste—umami.

Once upon a time in Occxie-land visiting a grocery stores—there was shock and dismay in what appeared to be food devolved into sludgy chemical goop—conjured in an Industrial Laboratory—bad news ya’ll have been duped—consuming ubiquitous chemical compounds like high fructose corn syrup—you are fat, stupid, sad, and a pathetic pale hue of Mississippi Delta blue.

Unsolicited ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Advice

The vital organs of humanoids orchestrate the music of mind and soul—reconstituting earthly chemical matrix using natural flavour decisions, the sustenance of your life akin to personal rocket fuel

Rejuvenating the physical body creates a solid foundation to build the four divine points of homeostatic humanity—reseting the entire celestial body the personal Mitochondria Muse, an ally and the new best friend.

The simplicity of the molecule rearrangement theme and its execution therein, is where a complex mind game in earnest will begin.

The mandate is clear—72 hours of abstinence—three fleeting days—on the quest for eternal harmony—rejuvenation starts from within.

As in all heroes journey’s, the antagonist will show up again and again—its must be viscerally experience personally—you now own this pesky little hunger hormone—who goes by the name of Ghrelin.

The sole mission of Ghrelin is to bring hunger pangs—let the first battle kick in—even if breaking down and giving in—there is always tomorrow as described in the song—ashita mo aru sa—the vision of another day—Start From The Beginning Again.

In the blink of an eye, the renewed bio-chemical system can now fly, collective gratitude abounds for this soul cleansing protocol profound, brought to you by the wise Dr. Sten.

One more fascinating magic ally in the quest for the heart to sign and the soul to fly is also courtesy of the sagacious Dr. Ekberg—most important to know, thus to be aligned the regeneration of the cellular—the miracle of Autophagy the ultimate regenerative friend.

Autophagy is the personal cell recycling program—just like a tired out cellular telephone eventually it starts to slow down too many old files cluttering up the memory—leading to ageing, physical breakdown, and eventual senility.

Clean up the unnecessary files and update the software so it can run smoothly once again—72 hours of abstinence—three ephemeral days is where Autophagy is put into play.

As cells live and work, they accumulate waste material like old or damaged proteins and organelles, which are the vital organs inside each cell.

In the Autophagy process waste material is packed up to be destroyed—break it down and recycle it making new cell parts with a renewal of stelar energy is where the new beginning starts is definitely the place to be.

The stage in life, it comes a time, to say sayonara to Old Friends—for we all must die—some sooner, some later—the sublime cycle of life the great equaliser—for inevitably, all journeys come to an end.

Universal ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Truth

The end is always a beginning without an end.

This classic friend is as old as Earthly memories go—Mr. Mike was the elder brother of my very first friend, thus he was also considered to be a friend.

Memories can still clearly recall riding in their Datsun 510—three Japanese kids in the back—this Incidental Occxie riding shotgun—that’s a fact.

Mr. Mike's skiing skills were on par with the family—he with his sister—I with his brother—Eugene and Naomi on a intimate ski date without kids, and this is probably why they brought me.

One day a tired ski boot gave out—Mr. Mike kindly enough called it a day—he lent me his boots as he didn’t mind relaxing to spent the rest of the day in the original Silver Star chalet.

Mr. Mike was special as he was referred to as mentally retarded—the vocabulary used way back then.

Not really an issue as far as the eyes can see, he was simply a little slower on the uptake, and he lived life as a valuable citizen in our vibrant, inclusive, rural community.

The wonder of being raised in such a diverse locality all members were included regardless of capacity, point of origin, or any class in our thriving Classless Society.

Mr. Mike was included as a valuable member of our small rural community and he was loved and respected for his diligence at Askew’s Supermarket where he was employed until his date with destiny.

 The story of Mr. Mike inspires and shines as an example of how true communities are meant to be—treating their own with respect and human dignity—thankful to have grown up in this exemplary community.

Mr. Mike’s chemical matrix expired the other day—now emancipated from this Material Sludge forever and ever—again he is on his way.

It’s now time for Mr. Mike to make his way back to Japan—his ancestral homeland—returning to his roots as an honoured ancestor of our thriving clan.

Welcome home Mr. Mike we are united once again, and it is here in the Land Of The Rising Son where we honour and cherish our noble Old Friend.

Michael Kevin Ogino
July 19, 1961 ~ September 1, 2023
昭和36年7月19日 ～ 令和5年9月1日

 

Being called a jack of all trades is somewhat of a backhanded compliment.

The complimentary side—one who can do many different things.

On the dissing side—one who is mediocre in everything—proficient in none.

Is being a jack of all trades an indication of mediocrity with lack of focus?

Not at all╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

A jack of all trades is one who can do a variety of tasks and duties, none of them at the ‘expert level’ yet amply competent inside a variety of wheelhouses.

Jacks have a wide repertoire to lend a helping hand in a vast number of circumstances, and in the inevitable pinch—what’s not to love about that.

As an Incidental Occxie happening into Japan, an incidental language instructor was also created shortly after stepping off the plane into the Land Of The Rising Sun on January 11, 1987.

Remarkably, becoming a master Jack Of All Trade is embedded inside a powerful life philosophy—Start FromThe Beginning Again, or as the Japanese say in one of their plethora of pithy nuggets of wisdom.

Intrigued as to the genesis of the Land of the Rising Son*\(^o^)/*

The origin story of a wayward boy reveals the most curious innate notion residing deep within—Follow The Sun.

The spirit of inquiry empowers enriched human interaction when teasing out relevant topics, all the while stimulating inquisitiveness while sprinkling life’s mundane daily interactions with jocularity, sincerity and pithy wit.

Being a jack of many trades, while aspiring to master just one has lead to an early morning daily practice exploring the linguistic nooks and crannies of the Japanese language—this is the gist of Follow The Sun.

Seeing rapid advancing technology with amazing optionality available to all taking the Road Less Travelled—leads to only one conclusion—the time is now—your time has come—seize the moment of the day.

The opportunity for advanced self-directed skill acquisition inevitably leads to new pathways empowering the ability to fill the soul with dignity, purpose, and community—giving and receiving Certificates Gratitude all along the way.

At the dawn of desktop publishing and computer aided graphics, there appeared a most curious piece of software—Photoshop 1.0.

What a great way to spend the day creating band posters among may other fun things—predating the Internet, and long before the Flavour of Today—memes.

Fast forward 3 decades, this revolution is continuing to rage on with no end—more joy upon discovery these advanced powerful toys—now indicating the way of the future, tugging at this creators heartstrings once again.

For many, the terminology of computer programming and its plethora of technical jargon was the domain of the scientists, nerds, and geeks.

Those days now fade away, A.I. is now taking ahold over the code—for more creative endeavours just moving the mouse writes personal awesome code—freedom of digital expressions now unfolds, facilitating emancipation of tales yet to be told.

Thus it is so, the Webflow is a go, much gratitude to M5 for his valuable insights, and, as always, highly productive suggestions.

This Wonderful World has now transformed human connections enabling global contemporaries to congregate, socialize, and participate, building the ONE infinity community—what’s not to love about this.

As a Jack of All Trade, these new cool tools could not be more fun—the desire to acquire adroit efficiency is an innate trait of those who choose to Follow The Sun.