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 Ultimate Illusion Propping Up Your Dream-State Part 1: Introduction – The Conventional Understanding Alright, let’s talk about death. Not the spooky, Halloween-mask, scythe-wielding caricature, nor the hushed-tone, tiptoe-around-the-subject-lest-we-jinx-ourselves version that polite society prefers. No, let’s talk…
Thoughts aren’t you. This delusion forms the foundation of suffering. It’s the core mistake upon which your entire illusory identity rests, trapping you in a mental prison. You’re like someone watching a movie so engrossing you’ve forgotten…
Drugs won’t save you. The psychedelic renaissance promises enlightenment in a pill, tablet, or brew – the ultimate spiritual shortcut for the Amazon Prime generation. You’ve heard the stories: ego death, cosmic consciousness, divine revelation. The desperate…
So, you think you’re the captain of your ship, the master of your fate? Cute. Adorable, even. This whole free will charade – it’s the universe’s longest-running gag, and guess what? You’re the punchline. For centuries, philosophers…
Awakening strips everything away. It destroys your precious spiritual fantasies and burns your metaphysical mansion to ash. No more comfort, no more hope, no more you. Most seekers picture their enlightenment moment like a cosmic graduation ceremony…
Your emotions are not problems; they’re golden opportunities. When fear, rage, grief, or despair strike, most people scramble for relief. They meditate, therapize, affirm, or medicate—anything to banish these unwelcome intruders. This approach makes perfect sense from…
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.
