Self-Inquiry: The Mental Sledgehammer or Just Another Mind Game?

Who Dares Find Out?

Hey there, Kiddo. No, don't look over your shoulder; I'm talking to you.

Grab a seat, unclench, and prepare for a trip down the rabbit hole—or up your own ass, depending on how this unfolds.

You've got questions, but questions are for suckers. Let's slap you upside the head with something a bit heavier. A sledgehammer, you say? Sure, why not. But we're not talking Home Depot here.

This is the hardware store of your own mind, where refunds aren't an option and customer service is a joke.

The Illusion of Safety Nets

Yeah, yeah, you've read a book or two. Meditated while burning incense. Nice try, pal.

Spirituality is not a self-help book or a mantra you chant when the going gets rough. It's a demolition site. The tool for this wrecking job? Self-Inquiry.

Take little Timmy, the wannabe spiritual guy. He's got all the gear—mala beads, yoga pants, a sanctimonious aura. Thinks he's knocking down walls, but all he's doing is installing safety nets. Self-Inquiry is no safety net; it's a wrecking ball aimed at your delusions.

When it swings, it doesn't discriminate.

Reality? What Reality?

"Who am I?"

The three most dangerous words in the English language.

Say it and boom, everything gets shaky. But here's the deal. Those words are not a dinner party conversation or a cute meme for your social feed. They're a can of gas and a match. Remember the Matrix? Our man Neo couldn't wrap his noggin around the reality glitch either. But guess what, you're not in a movie.

There’s no Morpheus to guide you, no Oracle baking cookies. When you peel back the layers with Self-Inquiry, you're standing face-to-face with the void.

It's not a comedy; it's a cosmic joke.

Your Ego is Not Your Amigo

You're clinging to your ego like it's a lifeboat on the Titanic…

Sorry, kids, but your ego's as buoyant as a lead balloon. You might think: