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…
Your body is not yours at all. That fleshy container you call home houses no permanent resident, no sacred self waiting to be discovered through gentle awareness practices. Traditional body scans trick you into believing you’re making…
You bought the lie without questioning its purpose. What passes for mindfulness is spiritual fast food—mass-produced, watered down, and served with a side of self-delusion. The entire industry thrives on selling you techniques to watch your thoughts…
Your self is a convenient fiction. That identity you cherish, protect, and believe in? Nothing but a phantom haunting the house of your consciousness. For centuries, spiritual teachers prescribed the “Who Am I?” inquiry as medicine for…
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.