mal matriculation

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.

How to Wrap ΩNE’s Mind around something—anything that matters.

How ‘bout something as innocuous as a Colouring Book—becoming powerful substrate as the oh-so-useful—Value Filter.

Astutely internalizing Universal Truth, then application of the knowledge thereof, creates significant quantifiable impact on all outcome, throughout ΩNE’s entire remaining material life.

Welcome to ΩNE's unique journey into Way of Infinity & Beyond, now departing from Way-Station No. 9, precisely the right place, in an appropriate Pico Point of rhyme.What does colouring inside the lines l©©K-like?

Coloring books given to Little People by Big People, hitherto have someone else's construction-paper world already filled in and then thoroughly glossed over.

Take a look inside the nooks of the crannies inside all constructed reality, serving as a lavish glimpse into True Nature of Maniacal Mind.

FreeDumb & Demagoguery

What is the meaning of Mal Matriculation?

Big People program (indoctrination) Little People—analogous to gods and slaves.

Numbers to marinate, manipulate, and masticate, essence squeezed like filthy-fleas grinding the lens of a cookie-cutter view, now referred to as Vision Skew.

No such thing as freewill, or an autonomous you—for you and yours are residing inside the notion of a Chemical Meat Farm—card carrying chattel with invoices attached to you.

This is what is known as—Mold Instance.

Mold Instance are indoctrination points emerging like parasitical leeches propagating exceedingly bad explanations, in which there can never be resolution into celestial Universal Truth.

FreeDumb & Demagoguery crayons are all white.

Primary example of FreeDumb & Demagoguery entails manipulating Little People by attaching lenses which create an illusion of being in possession of a unique array of colors—under the pretence of self-directed autonomous motion.

Indoctrination involves Mal Matriculation {↑see↑above↑} into systematic programming of Nationals into coloring inside coloring books not of ΩNE’s own inalienable life-force or sovereign volition.

Check for lurking Mal Matriculation perpetrated upon the very personal notion of sovereignty inside ΩNE’s Unfulfilled Purpose.

There, plain as day, residing somehow, somewhere, deep inside of Stomach Pit—blaring loud and clear, as the cacophony of pandemonium grinds away ΩNE’s essence, just like a rat spinning around on someone else's Sludge TreadMill.

Congratulations, the feral comfort zone now long gone, with the first true glimpse, of the inner workings, of what is inside an internalized Infinity Field.

Inside the empty Stomach Pit, ΩNE carefully reviews crayons to ascertain—all white or not—as well as being crystal clear—ΩNE is colouring the book of YOUR life, the Universally True YOU.

When colouring outside lines, the colour is always black.

Choice is absent under the weight of extremely bad explanations, vapid and void under most conditions, all structures deconstructed leaving naked the Mal Matriculated fiat paper system.

Fundamentally, parasitical behaviour and activity of Occxie Protocol 1/0 is firmly rooted in unwavering postulation of Desert-3-Dogma, revealing itself as the Primary Anti Matriculation Condition.

Dogmatic Adherence to notions embodying the essence of extraordinary bad explanations, inevitably trigger events arousing the Goddess Karma, and the redress she will always bring.

All entertaining similar notions must continue to live for, struggle in, and edify Each Other while ya’ll Create-Augmented-Shared-Civilization╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Those looking away, even though in-the-know, are culpable—as is the morally bankrupt Fence Tribe.

BREAKING NEWS—the notion of being safe in space by sitting on fence is clearly an instance of Mal Matriculation.

To suffer in perpetuity inside the excruciating duress of sub-conscious experience in Reflection in Mirror protocol—ΩNE’s entire material lifetime—never to be ignored—until enlightenment (*☻-☻*)

Universal Truth

Reincarnation is fact*\(^o^)/*

When DNA reconstitutes into chemical events for encasement in meat, ΩNE can always view this event as a singular Instance of Reincarnation.

In Cosmic Cycle, those culpable for Mal-Matriculation are assuredly sent for redress upon completion of their meat cycle (physical death)—usually between 75 and 90 earth years.

Here is where all perpetrators of Bad Explanations are reconstituted into lower life forms to try again, for as we can plainly see, the grade on the Occxie experiment over the last several decades, clearly gets the mark of the beast—and the following grade just to clarify—Mal Matriculation fails.

What about the Japanese?

The Japanese Embraced Defeat because Japan embodies the notion of a highly advanced civilization and culture.

In Infinite Sacred Wisdom, the Japanese have successfully superimposed the original Japanese constitution written in 604 C.E, onto any applicable parts that were imposed upon the long-suffering Japanese by Victors.

The most significant event to have occurred inside this particular iteration of Hardcore History, was the emancipation of the Japanese into Universal Truthful motion of FreeDumb & Demagoguery Freedom and Democracy (ﾉ￣д￣)ﾉ

The outstanding achievements of the Japanese is the successful fusion of East onto West—with Japan now representing Earth—Third and final Pillar of Human Planetary Civilization.

The wish is to entreat, all chemical bags of meat, into Infinity World of volition—a quirky Colouring Book, concealed within the nooks and crannies of YOUR extraordinary mind.

It is here and there, where ΩNE can start the incredible journey into creating, thus transcending, all imagined worlds of ΩNE's extraordinary conjuring mind.