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…
You live inside a prison of your own creation. This mental cage traps you more effectively than any physical structure ever could, constructed entirely from what you believe to be true. Your prison walls are invisible yet…
Your compassion is fake. What passes for spiritual virtue is often nothing but ego in disguise, a clever mask for your need to feel superior. The bleeding heart of spirituality beats not with love but with narcissism….
Awareness isn’t your personal property. Like a toddler claiming ownership of the sky, spiritual seekers clutch at consciousness. They meditate, they contemplate, they journal about “my awareness” as if they could stuff infinity into their back pocket….
Your enlightenment card got declined. The universe rejects your application for cosmic unemployment benefits while you sit cross-legged on unwashed laundry. You heard there’s no doer, no free will, so you decided to transform into furniture—spiritual furniture…
Workplace spirituality? Pure comedy gold. The corporate world thrives on ego, making non-duality concepts seem absurdly out of place in this realm of competition and status-seeking. Picture yourself in a performance review, explaining to your bewildered boss…
The Cosmic Shopping Mall Manifestation is ego’s ultimate power trip. Picture this: spiritual seekers turned cosmic consumers, visualizing parking spaces and soulmates like they’re ordering from Amazon Prime. The Law of Attraction promises you can bend reality…
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.
