Well since you asked what i think, i will tell you. I hesitate to be too vocal about such things because people are in so much pain and hurting. But you asked…
i think that i just need art. Art is the supreme healer, to create it and to bathe in it. But I cannot speak for others. I am done with all this spiritual healing shit. There is nothing to heal in the eternal now. It is just another ego trip, endless swamp of discovery used to make money mostly. And being around others to avoid being alone. That is what I see. Social media is full of it. I see weakness. That said, I understand that some need it. Life has been hard. They want the community. That is why religion is so popular. And drugs.
You open/close one door and 1000 new orders open/close. There’s no escape. Of course you can pursue anything from a creative perspective. Or studying your patients in the asylum. They think you are one of them but you are actually a spy. Have fun with it. When you recognize the dream for what it is you will begin to notice all the dreamers who don’t know they are in a dream. This will bother you for awhile. Eventually you will see it all as a beautiful show unfolding. Tragedy. Comedy. All of it part of the dance. You will fall in love with the madness and no longer be afraid of it. You will welcome it. And celebrate it. All the great artists understood this. They are the true mystics and prophets. This joy invigorates you. You just wanna play like a kid again. All day. Alone or with others, doesn’t matter. Preferably with those who have also discarded their burdensome chains.
Taking any of this stuff too seriously and building false identities is a very dangerous thing when it all comes crashing down. And it will. Of course nobody will believe me. That is to be expected.
There is nothing to know, no one to be.
There is nothing to do, it’s all happening.
