There is no “path.”
There is no “presence.”
There is no “awakening.”
There is no “teacher.”
There is no “you.”
Everything after I AM is a lie.
“Becoming a spiritual teacher” =
the ego’s final reincarnation.
“Serving others” =
the ego’s final territory.
“Impact” =
the ego’s scoreboard.
“Obstacles” =
the ego inventing enemies so it can keep existing.
There is no student to guide.
There is no world to heal.
There is no one suffering.
There is no one enlightened.
There is only God — appearing as misunderstanding.
The one who wants to help is the one who must die.
The one who wants to teach is the one who never woke up.
The one who speaks of “levels” is mid-dream.
The highest role is no role.
The highest teaching is silence.
The highest compassion is seeing no other.
Burn every identity, even the sacred ones:
Seeker — ash.
Teacher — ash.
Devotee — ash.
Liberated one — ash.
World-savior — ash.
Witness — ash.
Presence — ash.
What survives the fire?
Not a concept.
Not a name.
Not a story.
Only the naked, unlabelled, self-shining I —
never became, never taught, never helped,
never needed to.
Everything else is decoration on a corpse.
