Our spiritual movements produce cults.

Our teachers produce followings, not prodigies.

Our ideas produce insipid ‘product lines’ and religions of personality.

We copy dead poets in words they never spoke, and a language that cannot convey their subtlety and think this wise.

We exchange artifacts instead of exploration. Biases instead of better questions. Self-congratulation instead of correction.

And nowhere is there the revolution in human sentience — or any other revolution — (not to mention apocalypse, age change, secret planet encounter, and so on ad infinitum) endlessly (and often moronically) promised by these swarming morasses of pseudocommerce dressed up as metaphysics.

This means that all of these branches of endeavor are failing or parasites. If you encounter anything like an actual teacher or wisdom tradition that isn’t 90% invented trance garbage? It will rip you a new mind, with new abilities that make science fiction seem boring. A teacher who can’t move you beyond them almost immediately isn’t teaching yet.

We have substituted membership for learning. We like badges and little dolls of wisdom, instead of its electric kiss. It’s safer that way. We can trade artifacts, and chat comfortably in private languages about nonsense that makes us feel holy or perceptive.

And then, we can fill up the tank and kill a few thousand more beings to get to the mall or the film, or the beach or the job.

That game is done for. Starting forever.