Talking Stick
Land Of The Rising Son
“When you hold the talking stick, you carry the weight of your ancestors’ voices. Speak with care and purpose.” The of the Kizuna Jinja came to Japan in 1968, bringing a talking stick as a unique gift from our to the Japanese, thereby establishing our presence in Japan decades ago.Like Japanese culture, societies rooted in ancestor veneration, such as the , place ancestors at their core. Although raised with traditional Christian values, Kizuna Jinja’s tutelary deity felt a stronger connection to the Secwépemc people and Japan, drawn by the pull of ancestral guidance.When he...
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Talking Stick J
Land Of The Rising Son
言魂の杖を使うとき、あなたは祖先の声の重みを担います。慎重かつ目的を持って話してください。 絆神社のは1968年に日本に来て、から日本人へのユニークな贈り物として言魂の杖を持参し、数十年前に日本での存在を確立しました。 本の文化と同様に、セクウェペムク・ネーションのような祖先崇拝に根ざした社会は、祖先を中心に据えます。 ...
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Form Order Process
Land Of The Rising Son
If you are able to understand and internalize some of the ancient protocols of the Japanese, you are well on your way to understanding why the Japanese remain enigmatic to those who do not grasp the fundamental properties woven into the DNA of the indigenous Japanese. Free-range avatars are autodidacts, expressing the freedom to choose their mentors and oracles, seeking material for further investigation that leads to the seminal works of pioneers. Here is a historical seminal figure, and his delightful legacy—a gift for those exploring the nooks and crannies of the far corners and deep...
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Form Order Process J
Land Of The Rising Son
日本古来の慣習やしきたりを理解し、身につけることができれば、日本人が文化の根本的な特性を知らない人々にとって、なぜ謎めいた存在に見えるのか、その理由を理解する大きな一歩となるでしょう。 自由奔放なアバターは独学で学び、指導者や導師を自由奔放に選び、さらなる探求のための資料を求め、先駆者たちの重要な作品にたどり着きます。 ...
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Blank Slate
Land Of The Rising Son
What if it were known that a free-range avatar’s existence hinges on each day beginning as a —a vibrant canvas shaping every moment and decision. The protocol resides in a miraculous vision—embrace the day. Indeed, residual feelings and lingering emotions loiter in the mind, haunting the daily grind. Recognize these as mere remnants of a flawed recall system—shift the daily meme’s theme to render life meaningfully. A , shall we say—the sparks a splendid start to the day.Hungry ghosts haunt you and , vying to control the of your daily scene, where dreams morph into visions and...
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Blank Slate J
Land Of The Rising Son
自由奔放なアバターの存在は、毎日がとして始まるべきです。そのアバターは、あらゆる瞬間や決断を形作る鮮やかなキャンバスです。 そしてそのプロトコルは、奇跡的なビジョンの中に存在します。日々を抱きましょう。 確実に残された感情や未消化の情動が心に漂い、日常の繰り返しを悩ませます。 これらは欠陥のある記憶システムの残骸だと認識し、日々のテーマを変えて人生に意味を持たせましょう。...
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Manifestation
Land Of The Rising Son
There is a distinct divide between those raised within the binary theory—a stark, black-and-white, colorless, drab life under the boot heel of heaven and hell’s constructed reality. Unlike the anachronistic Japanese and their ancient ways—neither black nor white, nor here nor there—in the Land Of The Rising Son, the incidental discovery of the Japanese quantum field—ban butsu—presents a plausible theory—everything is here, there, everywhere and nowhere—ΩNE holistic entity. There is no escape from the quantum field of —a prickly, tricky place known as the Material Fray,...
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Sober Second Thought
Land Of The Rising Son
The Japanese have an important adage—kuchi wa wazuwai no moto 口は災いの元—. Once words are spoken—not unlike an LLM token—they linger in the ether and kokoro (heart) forevermore. The emotions they evoke become a magical cloak—a mask worn in the heat of the exchange—affecting how others feel amid the fray of the day’s wordplay. A salient notion, rooted in ancient wisdom, is encapsulated in the Japanese concept to keep at the forefront of one’s mind—kotodama—言霊—.The power vested in the spoken word lies not in a verbal barrage—laden with emotion, sharp tone, and...
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Sober Second Thought J
Land Of The Rising Son
日本には重要なことわざがあります「」、つまり「災いは口から生じる」というものです。 一度言葉が発せられるとLLMトークンのように、それはエーテルと心の中に永遠に残ります。 それらが引き起こす感情は、魔法のマントとなり会話の熱気の中で身に着けるマスクとなり、その日の言葉のやり取りの中で他者がどのように感じるかに影響を与えます。...
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Everyone Has An Antenna
Land Of The Rising Son
Passing through the nooks and crannies of an esoteric life, one happens to notice that there is an antenna on every roof—no exceptions, not even one. This has led to the understanding that these are merely relays, broadcasting a variety of themed and brain-worm memes to passive, unaware recipients—brought to you by , formulating and manipulating the .Once upon a time, at the dawn of TV popularization in post-war Japan, journalist and social critic lamented in a 1957 column for that the rapid proliferation of the boob-tube was responsible for the ichi-oku sō-hakuchika campaign, which...
info_outlinePerhaps it was the harsh wilderness of northern British Columbia that forged his indomitable spirit—a spirit that carried him through thick and thin, toward the pinnacle of life itself, which, for him, was not some grand event in the distance, but rather day by day.
Wayne was born into a strategic role—the first son of six children, number three—appointed as the nominee to receive the corporeal discipline meted out by life in a house ruled by strong hands and deep emotions that informed those olden days.
This, too, was part of the reality for this gregarious, free-range avatar of the ancient neo-clan Filiatrault family tree.
Wayne was far more than a son or a brother—he was a protector, a nurturer, and a fierce defender of those he loved.
He took me in, not only as a cousin, but as a younger version of a blood brother, sharing his endless love.
It is for this reason that we now have the honour to venerate him—not only as kin, but as the newest member of the 1st Avenue Tutelary Deity Council, whose divine task is to steer our neo-clan through the turbulent waters in this epoch of time, his short time on earth deemed to have been sublime.
Wayne was a facilitator—a conduit, moving swiftly, practically, and with clarity.
His spirit moved to a certain rhythm, a sacred beat, this vibration on repeat, his inner melody guiding his way.
His energy became action—for those lucky enough to cross his path, he showed up when all seemed hopeless, a hero saving the day.
Whether it was rescuing someone from the tyranny of a certain government agency or acting as an all-in-one paving crew for the road to another’s success—Wayne was there holistically.
The author of this heartfelt offering was blessed to have peered deep into this gentle, ancient soul.
He and his radiant wife—smiling Pam, herself an incarnated goddess with refined tastes, chosen by the stars to match Wayne’s vibrant rhythm and jocularity—welcomed me with open arms to live with their growing family.
It was from the great city of Vancouver, BC, on January 11, 1987, where this free-range avatar flew the coupe to follow the sun to Japan, where awaited him destination destiny and the noble notion to install my cherished cousin as one of our neo-clan’s venerated tutelary deities.
We were honored to be with Wayne and Pam-chan in Japan for a wedding celebration of our burgeoning neo-clan—heartfelt congratulations to Ryan and Kaori on the newest edition to our family tree—誠におめでたく、幸いなことでござる.
Perhaps the spiritual themes here may feel distant to those unfamiliar with the ancient practice of ancestor veneration.
In Shinto and Buddhist traditions—among many Asian nations—this is standard practice—it is in our SOP.
In transience, we realize that life is ephemeral, but one station unfolding in a phantasmagorical dream—one luminous stop on a journey where the destination destiny theme is the eternal flow of consciousness into ΩNE—or so it seems.
The beautiful part of this sublime tale is that there is always deeper meaning hidden in allegory, and since ancient times reality is always revealed.
So, dear Wayne, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts—for being a teacher, a protector, a guide, and a master of the quantum game, guided by Seity.
Although all mortal stories must come to an end, we say now with heaps and heaps of pride that in the quantum zone, we know we’ll see you again, next time on the other side.