Knowledge is only power in the world of sense and separation. In the world of spirit, knowledge is crippling. Blinding. And prevents the soul from awakening to the ultimate nature of God.
Category: Truth
The Journey Begins
I’m sitting in front of a roaring fire, tucked away in a cozy cabin in the woods. If there weren’t so many trees around I’d be able to see a snowcapped Mt. Rainier from the couch. Mt. Rainier is considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the US; one eruption could wipe out multiple cities. A friend told me volcanoes give ample warning before devouring towns, so I won’t get sideswiped with 30-foot waves of molten lava while I sleep. So much for that adventure.
With the exception of some frustrated cows on a nearby farm, life in the woods is pretty quiet.
My parents always said do everything backwards, so I figured I ought to build my fires upside-down, too: dense wood on the bottom, kindling on top. It turns out that building a fire upside-down is more efficient than the traditional tee-pee method. One match and the fire burns hot for hours.
I could stare into the flames forever. Where I once saw burning wood, I now see the electromagnetic flux of the fire splitting the surface of the wood into a grid for even distribution. (Whatever that means).
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It’s been snowing and I haven’t shaved in a while. I wear a lot of plaid so I imagine I look like a mountain man when I go into town. Thankfully, where I live nobody seems to care what you look like. Or maybe that’s just how I perceive it.
I’m a full time, freelance writer earning close to $100k/year—something I always dreamed of but never thought possible until I learned how manifestation works. And I’m not talking about Law of Attraction or new age nonsense. I’m talking about the way manifestation actually works as opposed to the way people believe it works.
There’s a lot of belief stuff floating around out there, but none of it matches reality. People are out there pushing hard to make reality conform to their beliefs, and it’s not working. But they don’t notice it’s not working. They just keep pushing harder and harder, cheering each other on from the sidelines with cute slogans. The truth is, there are restrictions and limitations to life that nobody wants to acknowledge.
I get that what I’m saying sounds like a “limiting belief” but that’s the thing. it’s not a belief. It’s the absence of belief. It’s the observation that becomes clear when belief is stripped away. And it’s not actually limiting – it’s the key to freedom. It only looks like a limiting belief from within the dreamstate.
In the dreamstate, it’s unthinkable to consider the possibility that limitation exists. Accepting any kind of limitation is a no-fly zone. The good news is, when you’re awake, you can see clearly, and limitations aren’t limitations. In fact, from the awakened state, accepting limitations is one of the keys that unlocks the power of manifesting. I’ll get into this later.
That’s not to say the conscious mind can’t influence the subconscious to create a desire, even if that desire comes from ego. People do it all the time. I’ve done it. The conflict is that the further down life’s current you ride, the less egoic desires you can manifest. In other words, while you’re being carried by the current of Awakening, life’s going to grant you less of your egoic desires as you go through the process. That’s what happens when you tip your priority toward “waking up.”
The standard reaction to what I’ve just stated is usually, “well that’s your reality, and that’s how you see it, but that’s not my reality. If you want to live a limited life that’s your choice!”
Sure, that a logical conclusion when you believe manifestation works according to your personal will. The problem is, it doesn’t, (not exactly), and so it’s impossible to even discuss manifestation until this fact is cleared up. Usually, it takes a traumatic experience like a death in the family, but most people never see it and spend their lives in denial. The personality wants what it wants. Mostly, it wants to chase parked cars.
The tragedy of this denial is the failure to see the beauty in the trajectory Life has crafted for each of us. When our personality wants a house, but the current of our life is flowing in a different direction, if we’d just open our eyes we’d see an opportunity infinitely more fulfilling than owning a house.
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So, I didn’t manifest this gig as a full-time writer. In fact, I did everything “wrong” according to the alleged rules of manifestation. I didn’t think about it, focus on it endlessly, or look at pictures. I didn’t imagine my life as a writer, basking in the feeling of freedom and joy. No, I threw a tantrum because I couldn’t find a job for a year, got extremely pissed off, told the Universe I was better off dead because I can’t pay my bills, and was ready to punch a hole in the wall.
I applied for a writing position on Craigslist, declared to the Universe that my life sucks and I know this gig is going to be absolute shit and probably won’t pay me more than 2 cents per word IF they even respond, which I was certain they wouldn’t, and just like clockwork – according to the rules of manifestation that never change and always work reliably and predictably – I got the gig, it pays me well, they love my work, and I haven’t had a single complaint about it for five years.
How’d that happen? It wasn’t luck, and it wasn’t random. It was so unavoidably systematic and it taught me (much to my surprise) exactly how manifestation works. My input – positive or negative – had nothing to do with it. Life doesn’t give a shit about what anyone wants. It happened because it couldn’t have been otherwise.
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So, I’m a ghostwriter. I get paid to write stuff other people take credit for. It’s actually a pretty sweet deal. I don’t have to interact directly with clients and I don’t have to talk to anybody. I just write.
I wasn’t always a ghostwriter. I had fans once, and I don’t recommend it. It seemed like a good idea until I realized “fans” aren’t flexible enough to ride the current of self-annihilation. My popularity imploded when I realized the “paradise” I’d been unintentionally leading people to was just more illusion. When I realized my life was a lie, I tried to warn them and tell them to to go back, but they kept going, which pretty much made me a false prophet who led people off a cliff. Whoops.
When I say my life was a lie, I mean there wasn’t a drop of authenticity to be found. I’d be surprised if my internal organs weren’t coated in a thick layer of manipulative slime.
Where was I? Oh, right. The secret of how manifestation works. Well, it’s actually simple, it just takes a while to see it.
Manifestation only makes sense when you know what reality is. How manifestation works is only perceived as a secret because nobody wants to look reality in the eyes. So manifestation appears elusive. Not because it’s a secret, but because we’re looking in the wrong place.
Now, when I say manifestation makes sense when we know what reality is, I’m not talking about subjective reality. As in, “we all have our own version of reality.” I’m not talking about subjective truth, either, as in, “your truth is unique to you.” I’m pointing to something that transcends the concept of subjective truth. There’s nothing subjective about reality, and the only way to know it is to come see for yourself.
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“If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond. But ’tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.”
(Herman Melville, Moby Dick)
Although it takes intense determination to discover, how manifestation works is not guarded by anyone or anything outside of yourself. But first you have to destroy all the false identities and beliefs you’ve created in order to survive in this world. Until you strike through all of your masks, you’ll interpret your life through the filters of your beliefs.
Some people go through this process with masters, teachers, and gurus, and others go it alone. The irony is that teachers prolong the process while convincing you they’re the “fast track.” I’ve been through the wringer with many of them and they all threw me off a cliff. Sneaky little bastards. Yet that was still part of the process and it was absolutely perfect. It was a cliff I had been walking along the edge of for many years and I needed that push. Truth at any price. That push brought me truth.
The thing about masters and teachers is that in order to get the core of what they’re teaching (which is extremely simple and can be summed up in one sentence) you have to be aware of how you automatically overlay your beliefs and ideas onto reality. You have to be able to distinguish where you’re holding on, not to your ego or your humanity, but to your attachment to delusion. That’s all any teacher can help you with… if you’re learning information and knowledge from a teacher, you’re moving in the wrong direction.
While you’re in the dreamstate and unaware of how your beliefs maintain your state of delusion, a teacher’s words, no matter how true, will always push you deeper into delusion. In order for a teacher to move you out of delusion, you have to be aware of how you are filtering every word that comes from that teacher’s lips according to what you want to believe is true about life, reality, and who you are. That’s not an easy task. Basically, you have to accept the possibility that everything you’ve learned from your teacher is false, not because it’s untrue, but because you’ve never really learned from your teacher; your delusion was interpreting for you.
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Right now, I’m living a dream I “manifested” five years ago. I wanted to live in a cabin in the woods with a garden and get paid to write by a sizzling fire. I also wanted a dog who would choose me, but belong to someone else. I got that, too. She also came with five friends.
This reality didn’t manifest because it’s what I wanted. It manifested because that’s where the current was taking me and I didn’t waste any time getting with the program. Nothing about it was easy, but it was perfectly aligned and I didn’t have a choice. Ah, choicelessness… another taboo part of reality that I’ll discuss later.
It’s important to know that my lack of doubt didn’t factor into the manifestation of my current reality. Doubt doesn’t play any role in creating reality – it only appears to have influence when you’re looking through the filters of belief.
So here I am. And you might be thinking, ‘hey, that’s not a manifestation. Anyone can pack up and move to another state.‘ Of course, that’s true. Though, that’s not how this move happened. I had no money, no job, no car, and only 2 months to get here. The vehicle manifested a week prior to the move, and once I arrived, a tornado of circumstances moved me around like a fierce game of Tetris until landing me by this roaring fire.
Although the manifestations happened quickly, it didn’t occur like something out of a fairytale. I went through hell to get here. Hell was the only path to get here. It couldn’t be any other way. The thing about manifestation is there’s no rule that says you have to like the way things happen. It’s an open-ended possibility and it’s not always going to go your way. Anyone who tells you otherwise probably has a bridge to sell you, too.
Anyway, I packed everything I owned in my van and hit the road for a few days to take my time on the 16 hour drive. Just three hours before I was supposed to arrive to sign the lease on my apartment, they called and changed their mind. I already knew they would. Signing a lease is not part of my trajectory, and neither was living in an apartment. However, having a secure place to live lined up was necessary to get my mom to move with me. I didn’t ask her to move with me – she decided to come on her own. I would have moved with or without a lease to sign upon my arrival. She needed security.
The thing about reality is that it always works according to specific rules – it’s never random. Once you know how to read the patterns, it’s easy to know what’s going to happen and the “why” makes itself known quickly. Whatever’s in your current can’t not manifest. You can take a bunch of detours, but eventually you have to come back to the stream.
So I lived in a hotel for a week until I found a temporary room to rent. Then my brakes went out in the parking lot. The lines had rusted through and drained all my brake fluid. Of course it didn’t happen while I was on the road; that wasn’t part of my trajectory. It wouldn’t have served a purpose. Besides, I knew that was coming, too.
After several months my temporary living situation exploded and I got the boot. Rather than look for another place to live, I decided to live in my van in the middle of a freezing, snowy, Washington winter. Why? That’s what the Universe indicated as the correct choice. Anything else would have thrown me off course.
I didn’t look for a home or a job. I knew with absolute certainty that taking any kind of action was incorrect. I had surrendered to the Universe and it was swiftly taking me where I needed to go. This time I was smart about it – I didn’t tell anyone. There’s nothing more frustrating than other people trying to help you solve a problem that doesn’t exist.
I knew other people would think I was crazy for sitting on my ass, and I wasn’t willing to put up with anyone’s inaccurate assessment of my life so I kept quiet.
My life was falling together. The patterns I observed all indicated that truth. Patterns are never wrong. Despite outer appearances that I was going to be homeless, living in a cargo van with a rusty, leaky roof in a snowy winter… I didn’t question what I knew was correct.
Then it happened.
Just days before I had to move out, a friend left the country and asked me if I’d like to live in her cabin rent-free and take care of her property. All I had to do was pay the bills. She didn’t know my situation, and of course I said yes.
Here’s the thing about how reality works. Because she asked me to live in her cabin and pay the bills, I knew I’d have a source of income soon. That’s part of reading patterns.
And that’s where I am now, sitting in front of this glorious fire with my dream job making more money than I ever have in my life doing what I love. And yes, I often work in my pajamas.
Jump off a cliff
I can’t say I’d recommend this journey of waking up unless you want to be thrown off a cliff with no parachute, forced to manifest the fabric and skills to make one before hitting rock bottom. However, birds don’t learn to fly until they’re pushed out of the nest right?
What I’ve experienced that got me to this vantage point (for lack of a better term) in life isn’t a collection of more, better, or different beliefs – it’s actually the stripping away of existing beliefs that led me here. I didn’t choose anything; it’s what was left by default when my beliefs, dreams, and identities were stripped away.
(Side note: When I tell mean people to ‘jump off a cliff,’ I’m not telling them to commit physical suicide. I’m telling them to kill their identity, but they never seem to get the joke).
Nobody wants to wake up
I never set out with the intention to wake up. I didn’t even know I was asleep. I just relentlessly set fire to my life until it one day I noticed a lightness of being, and an awareness that transcended my beliefs.
If waking up destroys your world (and it does), then why would anyone want to wake up?
I’m not convinced anyone wants to wake up. It’s more like they come to a point in their life where they’re dissatisfied with everything and have no choice but to wake up.
So, what exactly does it mean to be “Awake?”
I thought being Awake meant being aware of important things like Monsanto’s conspiracy to poison the food supply, and the government’s various agendas. I thought being Awake meant seeing through all the lies within the Matrix and having the balls to do anything to break out of the Matrix, destroy my ego, raise my vibration, and free myself from delusion once and for all… to achieve unity consciousness until love oozed out of my pores… to embody love and compassion for all sentient beings and help others wake up, too!
When I actually woke up, all I could do was laugh at my former (incorrect) ideas of what it means to be Awake. It all made sense when I was asleep…
…dreams always make perfect sense until you wake up…
Turning Columbine Research Inward
Why does anyone research Columbine, anyway? Who knows. I can’t tell you what drove me to read 35,000 pages of documents multiple times, cataloguing the contents, and studying the details. Years ago I would say it was about the children who died and preventing future incidents and all that, but that isn’t the real reason. That was what interested me about the case, but researching Columbine turned out to be the koan that sent me hurdling into reality and out of the dream at breakneck speed against my will.
I didn’t know that’s what was happening until I flew off the cliff into nothingness forever. Whoops. Wrong turn? Not a chance. There are no wrong turns.
Some people would find it morbid to know that some of us have spent more time staring at the shooters’ dead, bloody bodies than we have spent doing homework. No matter. You either understand or you don’t. You can’t convince anyone of an experience they haven’t had, which is why I don’t expect many (if any at all) to understand this post.
Staring at the dead, bloody bodies of the Columbine shooters is one way to launch yourself into an awakening you don’t-know-you-don’t-want-but-can’t-avoid-because-you-have-no-choice. Dead bodies. Blood. Gore. Suicide. Death. Reality. Reality. Reality. Read that again – REALITY.
Huh.
Death is a reality.
“What if Eric had graduated, would he have gone on to become a famous video game designer? Do you think the creators of DOOM would have welcomed him on the team?”
Who cares, he’s dead, lying in a pool of his own blood with the top of his head blown off from a self-inflicted shotgun blast through the roof of his mouth.
Imagine that. You stick a loaded shotgun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Hard to imagine, right? Really. When you look at Eric lying on the ground, put yourself in his position and imagine you’ve just done the unthinkable and you’re done. You’re going to cause your own death. You won’t be opening up the refrigerator tomorrow to look for a can of Coke or a slice of pie. You don’t know where the fuck you’re going or if you’ll even exist. You just know you’re done.
Imagine every detail of pulling the trigger. The initial feeling of blowing your own head off with a shotgun shell traveling through the roof of your mouth, blowing off the top of your head. How long do you feel before your brain cuts off? Everyone says this type of suicide ends a life “instantly,” but how can anyone really know? Nobody knows. Nobody knows anything.
And Dylan. Imagine you’re him, you just witnessed your sort-of best friend blow his head off and now it’s your turn. Do you hesitate? Why? You don’t want to live anymore and you’ve just done the unthinkable. If you don’t kill yourself now, you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail in misery.
Does the biological impulse of survival kick in? Or do you just pull the trigger?
Put yourself in Dylan’s shoes. If you don’t believe he killed himself, set that belief aside for a moment and just think. You’re kneeling in front of your friend who just blew his head off. You’ve got a TEC-DC9M aimed at your left temple. You pull the trigger and fall to the floor. After a brief moment, you roll over onto your back where you cough and drown in your own blood.
Maybe you should have used your shotgun.
What does that feel like? To die so terribly? To have a bullet rip through your brain and not even die right away?
Feel it, imagine you are him and feel every moment of it.
Now do the same with every person they killed that day. Imagine being every single victim and experience dying over and over and over again.
I bet you won’t do it.
Death is too much, too horrific, too… taboo. It’s something to sweep under the carpet and ignore. Yet, people die every day from injuries far worse than what landed Eric and Dylan on that library floor on April 20, 1999.
Death is reality. And you can’t see who you are and where you are without embracing death.
If you want to know what life is all about, carry a laminated copy of their dead bodies with you everywhere you go. You have to invite death to the breakfast table, the movies, your best friend’s birthday party. Stare at the photos every chance you get.
When you stare enough, one day, reality will become obvious. But that’s not where the journey ends. That’s just where it begins.
Once you realize what reality is, there’s an adjustment period.
What can researching Columbine tell you about yourself?
As you read the 11k pages of witness testimony, you’ll see a pattern emerge that shows memory to be faulty. It’s tempting to view discrepancies as some kind of “cover-up,” but that’s a treacherous path that will leads you into the weeds.
Human memory is extremely faulty and vulnerable to suggestion. Research hard enough and you’ll see that witnesses heard similar, but different things and their subsequent interviews began morphing into one snowball of an identical story after they conversed with one another.
Witness testimony is like a game of telephone.
If you’ve noticed this, did you ever stop to question your own memory? Like “wow, maybe my memory isn’t so great. What if things didn’t really happen the way I thought they did when I was in school? Maybe people didn’t hate me as much as I thought they did. Maybe I created a story that morphed over time into something that didn’t actually happen the way I remember…”
What if your narrative of Columbine is inaccurate simply because your memory, along with witness’ memory, is faulty. What if what you believe happened before, during, and after Columbine is not true, but a story woven together by the fabric of thousands of faulty memories, including witnesses, police, victims, parents, and community members?
What if…
Can you question “what really happened” regardless of where it takes you? That what happened is irrelevant?
How many times have you changed your perception or views about Columbine and what happened before, during, and after?
If you haven’t changed your views and been SHOCKED at discovering major truths you can’t believe you missed, you haven’t investigated objectively. You’re stuck in judgment, viewing the case through the lens of your personal bias.
Witness testimony is fodder for stories that will take you further from TRUTH. When you dismantle your stories about Columbine by seeking TRUTH (which cannot be found in witness testimony), it will give you a template by which to investigate your own life, which is really the only thing that matters.
Let the dead bury the dead. You want to wake up from the dream. You want to dissolve your own stories and narratives in your personal life until you reach a point where you see the world differently and more clearly because you’ve realized how many errors you’ve made because of wrong perception and faulty memory.
Researching the details of Columbine serve but one purpose: to facilitate a profound inner transformation. It’s not WHAT you find that matters. It’s the process.
Ultimately, researching Columbine isn’t about what happened that day or what led up to the massacre or where each shell landed and who said what in the library. It’s about you, researching. It’s the invisible, undetected zen koan that life has thrown in your path that you have yet to recognize as the catalyst for personal transformation… your personality is driven with an insatiable need to devour the investigation, but what your soul really wants is to use the process to destroy your own ego (identity).
Given enough time, that’s exactly what it will do… when you’re willing to stare at those bloody, dead bodies lying on the library floor.
Christ Consciousness is About Being a Lowly Human Being
New age groups and teachers have convinced thousands of people that the ultimate goal in life is to attain “Christ consciousness.” They say that Jesus Christ, whether he was a real person or a symbol, came to Earth and realized he was God – someone all-powerful, capable of expressing superpowers, and doing anything he put his mind to achieve.
And, they say, our goal is to achieve the same – to realize that we, too, are God. To realize that we are all powerful Gods and are here to create everything good we desire for our lives.
Oh, it sounds good, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Have these “new agers” actually read the Bible? No, but they have sound bytes. You know, quotes and stories taken out of context that get repeated over and over. Some of those stories aren’t actually even in the Bible.
The new age Jesus is not the same Jesus in the Bible. The new age Jesus has been created to be a symbol of self-serving, individualistic ideology. The new age Jesus says, “you are God and therefore have a duty to create your materialistic dreams! Achieve Christ consciousness and you’ll get everything you want in this world! Money, fame, power, a house, a car, anything!”
The new age Jesus is a symbol of how man can overcome his own humanity and rise above being a vulnerable human and get everything he wants, including immortality, health, wealth, and physical resources. Whatever you need, bro, just start meditating and develop a Christ consciousness and you’ll be covered.
New age Jesus isn’t the Biblical Jesus
The new age story of Jesus isn’t in the Bible. Jesus Christ didn’t come to Earth and realize he was God. He came to Earth and humbled himself completely and embraced being a lowly human being. He didn’t try to “be like God,” and he never told anyone else to “be like God.” He did and taught exactly the opposite.
“In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing
by taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
by becoming obedient to death—
even death on a cross!”
Philippians 2:5-8
Jesus knew he was God, but didn’t use that knowledge to his advantage to gain anything.
Jesus didn’t try to get ahead materially in the world.
Jesus didn’t even avoid his own death, attempting to achieve immortality – he already knew he was immortal. He allowed himself to die as a human being.
Now, what is Christ consciousness, really?
All Beliefs are Bullshit; All Methods are Traps
Reincarnation is bullshit.
Karma is bullshit.
Souls are bullshit.
They’re all stories. Told and retold by people who don’t know. Nobody knows. Nobody knows anything. And that’s where freedom lies – in acknowledging that you know nothing.
Even when you learn from teachers who give you specific details and information – you still don’t know. You’ve never experienced any of it – that would be impossible. You’ve only heard stories.
If you believe what they say, those stories just become another belief system, and you take that belief system with you on your path and you argue it with others in defense of your acquired stories.
I invite you to consider that teachers don’t share this information because its true. They share this information because you must believe it in order to move forward in your life.
Sometimes beliefs are life boats.
The problem is, once you get to the shore, you don’t get out of the boat. You stay in the boat and float along the riverbank collecting more and more rafts.
These beliefs and stories are only a frame of reference for you to wake up. That’s how the world works. Teachers will lead you where you need to go by any means necessary. As Ram Dass said, “the method has to trap you.”
Teachers give you a life boat (a method) and you must get in (believe it) to get to your next stop. However, all methods are traps; its up to you to remember to get out of the boat.
Burn the Shit Out of Everything You Cherish
“I get it, we’re all one! I am God just as much as you are God!” Parrots the seeker, to his guru.
“Yes, and that means you’re a murderer as much as you are the jaybird,” replies the guru.
For one who is awake, who has had a direct experience of oneness, this truth is as beautiful as the truth of the sun shining in the middle of the day.
To the seeker, however, this is received as despicable and is immediately rejected, accompanied by negative emotion, resistance and more questions.
You’ll never experience the Truth of oneness as long as you’re seeking, attending Satsang, or hanging on the words of a guru. But that doesn’t mean you should’t attend Satsang or hang on the words of a guru.
The irony is that most people need to do both in order to experience Truth. But it doesn’t happen until you let go. You must “kill the buddha,” as some say.
If you want to know who you are and why you’re here… if you wish to know Truth, you have to get out of your mind. To get out of your mind you have to question everything. You have to take all of your deeply held beliefs and convictions—you know, the pillars your entire life is founded upon, such as your relationships, your family, your obligations, your career, your gender, your talents, your skills, and even your religion—and throw it all into the fire.
Burn the shit out of everything you cherish and see what survives. Only that which survives is Truth.
Spoiler Alert: none of it will survive because none of it is True. Our lives are entirely made up of stories, opinions and beliefs we’ve collected and inherited over the course of our lives.
Even the most happy and loving stories are bullshit.
Wake the Fuck Up
This spiritual journey is not about acquiring knowledge or having mind-blowing insights into the nature of reality and blissing out on a cloud. It’s not even about truth realization. It’s about un-truth un-realization, as stated by “Jed McKenna,” the author of the Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment Trilogy.
It’s about taking all of the lies you’ve been fed your entire life, and realizing that your whole life has been a lie; the good, bad and the ugly. All of it.
The journey is about unraveling the entirety of who you think you are until you can’t go any further, and then finding yet another fine wisp of thread to tug on in order to unravel your whole being until there’s literally nothing left.
It’s self-annihilation. It’s spiritual suicide.
It’s realizing that life is empty and meaningless, and it’s empty and meaningless that it’s empty and meaningless.
It’s being so uncomfortable with the world of lies you live in, and coming to the realization that you’ve been trading one lie for another more comfortable lie, until you have absolutely no choice but to wake the fuck up.