You fell for the spiritual hype. That glimpse behind the cosmic curtain left you tingling with enlightenment, desperate to “integrate” your precious insight into daily life. John in accounting had a moment of selflessness during yoga; now…
You think you know what the 4th dimension is. You don’t. Nobody does. Not your favorite quantum physicist with the wild hair and quirky bow tie. Not that guru charging $500 for weekend retreats where you learn…
Alright, so we’ve had our fun smashing the conventional dollhouse of “life.” We’ve seen it’s built on assumptions, defined by word-cages, propped up by belief systems, riddled with contradictions, and held together by the sticky glue of…
You want life after ego death? Impossible. This spiritual obsession reveals our deepest misunderstanding about existence and our place in it – or lack thereof. Picture the spiritual seeker climbing Mount Ego Death, panting with exertion, eyes…
Assumption Excavation: Digging Out the Rot at the Base of “Life” Ah, life… You’ve got your neat definitions, your scientific criteria, your heartfelt feelings about its preciousness. You’ve built a whole goddamn cathedral on this concept, haven’t…
Coincidences mean nothing. Period. What you call synchronicity reveals more about your mind than any cosmic order. Those moments when the universe seems to wink at you? That sensation of invisible threads connecting random events? You think…
The illusion runs deeper than you think. Everyone wants spiritual enlightenment until they get the bill. That’s when the fraud becomes apparent. You claim there’s no doer, yet you cash the paycheck, accept the praise, and dodge…
The Conventional Façade – Or, How We Agree to Pretend “Life” is a Thing So, you want to talk about “life”? Cute. It’s like a child wanting to discuss the precise architectural schematics of Santa’s workshop. We…
Your awakening stinks of fraud. That spiritual enlightenment you’re so proud of might be the most sophisticated con job you’ve ever fallen for. The ego doesn’t surrender; it adapts, evolves, and strengthens its grip through apparent surrender….
The spiritual marketplace loves its poetry. The “Dark Night of the Soul” sells better than “ego death panic,” though they’re the same damn thing. St. John coined the term, and spiritual seekers have been wearing it like…
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.
