land of the rising son

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.

Time marches on—sun comes up again.

Turning of the leaves—chilly winter breeze.

What it means to be alive—sublime, profound, thrive.

No one knows—what the future holds.

There is always a tale—as yet to be told.

This is the time—every day of each New Year

To place some markers—say you are here. 

Take a place under the sun—inevitably become ΩNE.

Accept you are chosen too—a true story about you.

Seems abstract and surreal?—we know exactly how you feel.

Hold everything tightly—then let it all go.

This year absent of fear—embedded within an infinite flow.

 

When starting life’s journey, it is a rare case where a conscious decision is made to lead life in what many would consider to be the hard road.

Coming to Japan in 1987 was an easy choice, as at 23, staying in the security of a government J.O.B. would have only lead to a lifetime trapped inside this all-too-real acronym—Just Over Broke.

The novelty of an exotic Japan wore off after 8 months, where ΩNE experienced a bout of homesick just once, and where the hard road then came into full view.

Nothing like the stark realization of having become deaf and dumb, as well as illiterate, having moved to a country in which the communication system is vastly more complex than the familiarity of the English alphabet soup.

The Japanese reading quest at first seemed insurmountable, but as life marched on, the radicals (separate components making up complete characters), became uncannily familiar as a matter of casual observation.

Nothing quite like the subconscious (Lady Muse) guiding the journey in some sort of mystical way to satori (enlightenment)—in this case, via the hard road, which must be peppered with fortitude and perseverance forging ΩNE into the material sludge world.

A Universal Truth to be internalized and called upon when the going gets tough, as it always will—it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.

Words to live by when the hard road looks like it may be ending at the beginning of a life precipice, and this is exactly where the hard road leads—ultimately to the optimal state of being—serenity, wisdom, and civility.

A perfect example of the hard road would be a three-day water-fast—resetting the biological batteries of life, mitochondria—where in a mere 72 hours, the human spirit runs a full gamut of emotion, as well as feeling throbbing pangs of hunger, burning in the belly, which is merely an extension of the human mind.

Acts such as these, challenge and improve ΩNE’s own life, sacrificing and persevering, which naturally sets up a definitive field of energy—inevitably leading to a more meaningful life experience—for no one has ever said at the end of the ephemeral life—wish I had spent more time at the company desk filling in someone else's dream.

By virtue of living in Japan, the hard road has also facilitated encounters with an eclectic cast of characters, and like most things in life, these encounters are ephemeral and mostly forgotten—except for a rare few.

As happenstance would have it, he who is only known as Tesla, came to the Land Of The Rising Son, and joined a business venture for a trio of years.

Quite the critter, after the project he then faded away—that is until—re-entered the atmosphere like a lightning bolt from the pristine clear blue sky.

Always ΩNE who loves giving and getting gifts, there was an unscheduled delivery from a large-scale on-line book retailer, and this curious recipient then proceeded to unpackaged this mystery order.

Delightfully surprised, a serendipitous timely arrival of an important book which actually served as a critical lifeline, during time of uncertainty and doubt.

The Road Less Travelled is a timeless classic, explaining what the hard road entails and how to get from here to there.

Life becomes more natural when boundaries are in place, and remaining in your spirit is the almighty notion of tough unconditional love.

Besides boundaries, this seminal example of how to navigate the nooks and crannies of life, unpacks mental illness, something that affects everyone’s life at one point, for certain here in the modern world.

Truly, due to the nature of the evolution of the Japanese, problems are swept away, and dark secrets are to be hidden away under lock and key.

As Morgan Scot Peck pointed out at the beginning of this life-guide—the tendency to avoid problems and the emotional suffering inherent in them is the primary basis for all human mental illness.

Known as masters of discipline, perhaps the Japanese can relate to the primary four disciplines as described by a seminal Occxie psychiatry professor, speaking from the grave as he passed away in 2005.

In the topsy-turvy modern world, clarity about how to live life, and the meaning of success is accompanied by a strict set of rules.

1: delay gratification

2: accept responsibility

3: dedication to truth

4: balance

It is through experience and maturation where the capacity to see the world and our place in it, essentially allows us to realistically determine our innate responsibility for ourselves and the greater world.

Such changes do not come without revving up ONE’s mental capacity, and the understanding that clinging to an outmoded view of reality is the foundation for mental illness.

This may pose a conundrum for the Japanese, as their culture and society are built up on hone and tatemae—the constructed reality to which everybody pays lip service—and this is a particularly sticky complication the Japanese face.

In the light of the massive looming mental health crisis in Japan—the following is critical to understand—mental health is an ongoing process of dedication to reality at all costs.

Really, who is up for never-ending stringent self-examination, if so, welcome to the meaning of life—the Beginning of Infinity—the hard road.

It is a rare mammal fortunate enough to have been assigned to such an extraordinary mother, whose name is Maggie May—time of entry into Earth’s atmosphere—August 24, 1940.

Growing through childhood, ΩNE saw Maggie May as somewhat of a normal kind of Occidental mother.

Raised by the dainty and sweet-meek Christina Primrose Addison, and her deeply self-matriculated spouse Alistair Kean Richardson in a large city, and then in a pristine area of Northern British Columbia.

The summers were divine, like fine delicious Shuswap Wine, but the penalty for these snippets of paradise was extremely harsh winters.

Undoubtably, several months in a row of Arctic-like temperature with the numbers far far below the Celsius freezing point, which in case ya’ll didn’t know, is set to ZERO.

Deep within her was an eloquent survival mechanism—forge in a small cottage, with a wooden stove, and an outhouse for relief—what’s for breakfast today Chrissy—oh, same old porridge, again and again.

Maggie May had droves of trials and tribulations to scrutinize her fortitude and resolve, along with the subconscious desire to forge a new destiny for her Clan, thus Maggie May is among the greatest leaders of any Awesome Fam.

Always introspective and judicious in her motherly duties, she was so very comforting when a downtrodden elementary 3rd grade student came crying home from school.

A drooling government employee was having a bad hair and foul breath day, taking it out on a random victim in an abominable way.

Hint٩(♡ε♡ )۶Mint

This is know as yatsu atari.

If ΩNE is looking to advance in any meaningful way, always best to avoided yatsu atari like the plague—for if not doing so—consider yourself like the plague, but worse—to be dealt with accordingly—smothered in warm-sticky-gooey—fuzzy-tree-hugging—deep-seated-judicious—notion of exacting unconditional Love.

Whether divine intervention or pure coincidence, the powerful Way of Maggie May came into full play—in this momentous instance, Maggie May also happened to be Chairperson of the local school-board for several years, including on that particular day.

At the end of the Mal Matriculation school year—this han-men-kyō-shi (poor-example-do-not-follow) was sent along into another dead-end hallway—good riddance to parasites was the marching order of that day.

Was this due to Maggie May’s clout pulling strings behind the scenes when she was out and about—one thing to make absolutely clear—for all those who need to hear—this scenario is highly unlikely, as nepotistic usage of power is simply not the Maggie May Way.

Maggie May was always of the mind to talk things through—just between me and you—she always made sense on cue—verbally in a charming way—when her immature children went astray.

That was until the water-balloon play day ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

At 10¢ a pop, there’s nothing quite like a two-story drop—launch pad being little sisters innocent double bed alongside the windowsill—harbinger of a ghastly inevitable mega flop, in other words—slooshy slop.

After observing Maggie May diligently cleaning and scrubbing the house, in anticipation of city relatives arriving that day—the rebellious mega water balloon acted like an out of control buffoon—deciding to bequeath its watery treasure to little sisters now soggy soaked mattress, that fateful, and meaningful day.

This one off occasion is where she decided to remind her fine son, via a hand carved maple wooden spoon, containing tart stings, to emphasize and internalize the folly of this clandestine mischievous behaviour of water-balloon fun.

Each of the seven sharp reminders was iterated poignantly by the sting of the spoon—she made it crystal clear—valid reasons for ΩNE’s well deserved tears, and what exactly she thought, of the tragic tale of the wayward water-balloon, and its accomplice—a 10-year-old mini-buffoon.

1—please

2—do

3—not

4—do

5—that

6—ever

7—again

Then, ΩNE was sent away for a deeper ponder and wilderness wander, therefore, thank you kindly Maggie May—sometimes tough love facilitates edification, thus growth into a more rounded humanistic way.

What about Chip On Shoulder ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The notion of Chip On Shoulder is something Maggie May rejects outright—urging all Other to quickly do the same.

Incessant churring of unpleasant murky past narration, remains the antithesis of the benevolent heart and rock solid constitution—the unshakable foundation of the Maggie May Way.

The past cannot be changed, yet there is freedom to think about life in a different style, sharper angle, a different perspective—how about starting to love ONESELF—a unique Infinite journey—start now today.

For it was her beloved husband, and the situation from whence he came—he soothed his weary and restless soul using the common protocol of medicating emotional suffering with large amounts of alcohol.

In order to properly mitigate this niggling issue, and as the family glue, she took it upon herself to study alcoholism from a practical self-matriculated point of view.

Over the next 10 years, starting with correspondence and night classes at Okanagan college, she then graduated from a prestigious university, a phycologist with the authoritative power and fortitude to understand those who are suffering, and bring the past to heal.

Not all mammals are honoured to have such an exemplary example—seeing ΩNE’s mother retreat upstairs after long days—more countless hours at her simple desk—deep inside the nooks of books—whisking her to Infinity Space—vision for the human race—the Muse dictating the pathways of faith.

Not to say the word proud out loud, as pride always comes before the fall from vainglory.

However, in this miraculous instance, the truth must be told, this boy wandering in the Land Of The Rising Son, could not be more honoured to have originated from her sublime DNA—her divine notion of self-matriculation intrinsic motion— inculcated at the benevolent knee of sweet Maggie May.

Bonus(*≧∀≦*)Balls

Talk to a stranger *\(^o^)/*

One of the most important lessons at the knee of Maggie May, was the Emotion Notion to engage with strangers, establishing channels while modulating the Universal Love Frequency—the ΩNE truth of humanity.

The folly of youth often embodies the emotional notion of immortality, along with failure to apply adequate hearing protection, leading to aural cavity disfunction—also know as tinnitus.

Bonding via love of loud blaring music, One can now find a specific chemical organism walking around in a suit of meat—singing along in purposeful perfect harmony—via endless Frequency—creating novel Notion of Motion—genesis and essence of infinite creativity.

Entering the atmosphere at polar-opposite spots—upon a lonely dot—melding and melting in and out throughout space and time—separated in twelve-instances—rabbits inhabiting the nooks and crannies to conceptualize enigmatic minds—embracing worlds of randomness—deeply profound—Land Of The Rising Son.

Here’s a thing.

The notion of the nation of Japan can now be realized as the Third Pillar of Earth’s Civilization.

It is also the last stop in Material Sludge before exiting the atmosphere from Way Station No. 9.

Japan is also where One can plainly see Universal Truth, as One becomes tuned into this particular Frequency.

Frequency Japan—notion of what it means to be Japanese—essence of ancient protocol—embodied in four-ideogram-compounds—key into the psyche of the Japanese—their deeply ingrained Notion of Motion—ban butsu.

ban butsu — life in all

 

Thus, the innate notion of subatomic molecular activity, should really come as no surprise to those who fathom Universal Truth, innately held by the Japanese to be self-evident.

Try this Notion of Motion deep into the nooks and crannies of One's very own extraordinary mind.

Why can the presence of the dearly departed, the meat and song truly gone, but the vestiges of their chemicals remain?

profound—frequency—compound

Repetitiveness and Frequency thereof, always leads to logical inevitable paths—compounding any and all effects, according to the depth of the desired Frequency.

Having struggled in the field of focused concentration, One found the key to keeping motivation, is to not be motivated about any thing whatsoever at all.

Motivations wane or change, along with static and interference of those playing Materialistic Maxtrix Mind games.

To embrace why, is to chose One’s own infinity—for it is only then when:

One will also become an emergent, semi-autonomous being, traveling with Others in harmonically attuned Frequency and seeing.

Another precious gift One happened along the Way, was a very most curious Notion of Motion about something called—Muse.

The Muse was pointed out by Steven Pressfield, who left this book to be discovered and uncovered, inside a deeply buried nook of a cranny of this particular author's enigmatic mind.

The War of Art

In Pressfield’s seminal work, the method of introduce Oneself to Muse is succulent revealed.

The Muse will look deep inside One’s creative brain—leading to frequency evolution of sub-atomic particle gain—that is, if at first One does not go insane.

Unequivocally, One’s spirit and soul must be ready to hear the Muse—for it is sure to induce and seduce— essence of One’s being into a now transparent Quantum Field—so visceral, instinctive, and recognizing Universal Truth of what is actually real.

Abandon all notions no longer genuine but now firmly surreal, it is here One’s finally stamps their personal seal on One's personalized infinity deal, here is the promise, the simulation is viseral and surreal.

One and Muse will sip rabble-rouser juice, on an incredible journey with Others, on One’s Infinity Way.