Oh the song and dance of separation!
The marionettes jerk around on strings, even believing in their freedom of choice. Like an old Lumiere Brothers' silent flick hardwired into an emblem of schizophrenic modernity like Inception, this drama amazes and confounds at every turn. Who, why, what, no-one bloody knows!
So what is the purpose of this blog? Well ultimately there is none. It's just a cosmic nihilism swirling around in the apparent disorder. But secretly in the midst of our delusional linear reality, Uncle Kevji has a plan to sow little, little seeds of disbelief amongst the spiritual drag queens who plague and infest Arunachala. The hydra's teeth rising from the ground will cut a bloody swathe through this Bonfire of the Vanities.
You may loathe this blog and worship at the feet of a bloated potentate like Mooji, Nithy etc etc. It doesn't matter what your opinion is. A ticking time bomb has been set and all those cosy assumptions will be rent asunder. Because, you don't need to become bigger, badder or better. The Unreality of Reality has always been in front of your eyes ... so close you can hear the heartbeat!
There is NO "ONE" THERE TO BECOME ANYTHING. There are NO ENLIGHTENED TEACHERS and the concept of ENLIGHTENMENT IS A TOTAL FALLACY. Reality is just a temporary flickering light show without substance (it exists but is not ultimately existent: Nagarjuna). You can amuse yourself for decades or even lifetimes playing this game but it's all ultimately hollow and devoid of purpose.
Eventually you will withdraw the succour of your interest from these attention-feeding clowns. Like the fate of old Queen Mabh who lost all her power when people turned away, we will forget them.
Ultimately all parasites without a host, disintegrate and die!