Practical/ethical implications, no bypassing. 🔗What is Living Without a Self?
The bottom fell out at 40. Not the dramatic collapse you read about in spiritual memoirs, but the quiet implosion that happens when every strategy fails. Personal development, therapy, philosophy, religion – I had pursued it all…
Love without a lover? You might as well try swimming without water. When the illusion of separate selves collapses, the entire framework of relationships disintegrates with it. What remains isn’t some spiritual upgrade to “conscious relationships” –…
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….
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…
Your Romantic Comedy is Actually Horror Love conquers all, right? Wrong. That’s the marketing slogan for humanity’s longest-running con game. You’ve been sold a fairy tale about finding your “other half” to complete your supposedly incomplete self….
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 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.
