Imagine you're running a race…
…lungs burning, legs pumping, every step a thunderous demand for resolution. But what if I told you that you're sprinting on a treadmill, chasing a finish line that's just a sticker on the machine? This isn't a tale of futility, nor a dismissal of your efforts.
It's an invitation to step off the treadmill and realize the race was a ruse, and your true freedom lies not in running…
…but in stillness.
The Mirage of the Wounded Self
You are not broken.
Society sells us the narrative of the broken self. It's a bestseller, not because it's true, but because it's the ultimate drama.
We're cast as the wounded protagonist, seeking healing in a world that thrives on our search for it. But here's the twist: the self that you believe is wounded is as real as a character in a novel. It's a construct, a collection of stories and scars that we wear like badges of honor. Consider the phantom limb…
…a sensation so vivid that the amputee can still feel the itch on a foot that no longer exists. Our psychological wounds are akin to this. We feel the pain, we live the narrative, but when we look for the source, we find nothing.
It's a phantom wound.
The Fable of Healing
Healing is not a destination; it's a detour.
We're taught to seek healing as if it's a sacred site where once we arrive, all will be well. But what if this site is just a mirage?
The industry of healing is built on the premise that you are on a linear journey from broken to whole. Yet, in the non-dual reality, there is no broken, there is no whole. There is just what is. The story of the Buddha is not one of healing, but of awakening. He didn't find a cure…
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