The awakening industry is worth billions. [1] But where are all the awakened people? The spiritual marketplace has exploded into a $4 billion enterprise, yet seekers remain seekers, teachers remain teachers, and the fundamental delusion persists with…
You’ve been systematically trained to ignore the obvious. The most fundamental aspect of your existence has been rebranded as the universe’s greatest mystery. This isn’t accidental; it’s the most successful propaganda campaign in human history. Two recent…
You won’t believe what you’re missing. In this cosmic joke called Planet Earth, we starve in a garden of plenty. Surrounded by free water falling from the sky, we pay for plastic bottles because we’ve been convinced…
You think awakening will save your life? Think again. Spiritual seekers love to fantasize about enlightenment while keeping their comfortable existence intact. Nothing could be further from truth. What nobody tells you about waking up is that…
Every nation believes it’s special. They craft stories about destiny, progress, and their righteous place in history while ignoring the obvious circular tracks they leave in the sand. Watch the news about Iran-Israel-US tensions and you’ll witness a…
Spiritual knowledge becomes the ultimate identity theft. The human mind craves validation, status, and belonging – even on the spiritual path. A recent comment on an article of mine demonstrated this perfectly: “To be Awakened is to…
Spiritual frauds multiply faster than rabbits on aphrodisiacs. The marketplace bursts with enlightenment peddlers hawking spiritual snake oil to desperate seekers. Their wares promise transformation while delivering empty platitudes wrapped in exotic terminology. Picture the scene: meditation…
Your gut feeling is lying to you. This sacred inner voice everyone worships might be the ego’s most sophisticated trick yet. Picture this: You’re standing at a crossroads, and that warm fuzzy feeling tells you to go…
Your brain is lying to you right now. These mystical entities you encounter aren’t some cosmic revelation—they’re the fireworks display your mind puts on when it’s backed into a corner. Meditation, psychedelics, trauma, spiritual practices—they all crack…
Your past is fiction. Not metaphorically fiction, not sort-of fiction, but complete, absolute, grade-A bullshit fiction. That childhood trauma defining you? Pure imagination. That college triumph you’re proud of? Mental masturbation happening right now. You think you…
The page stops here, like a puppy at the edge of a cliff, curiously peering over yet blissfully unaware of the abyss. It's an invitation to recognize the stillness beneath the noise, to see the void that's always there when the mirage of content slips away. And in that void, don't you find there's nothing left to seek? The end of content is the spoiler of every story: there never was anything else but this.
The page stops here, like a puppy at the edge of a cliff, curiously peering over yet blissfully unaware of the abyss. It's an invitation to recognize the stillness beneath the noise, to see the void that's always there when the mirage of content slips away. And in that void, don't you find there's nothing left to seek? The end of content is the spoiler of every story: there never was anything else but this.
