A man had serious relationship problems with his mother. She was always criticizing him, putting him down. So he started meditating until one day he discovers an inner master. He was a kind master, always showering him with praises and compliments. "Look at you you're so kind", "Who cares if people mistreats you, you have me!", "You're great! Bow to no one!". His mother would call him to help her with some chore, and he thought "Who cares about her, she's always so demanding and never gives anything back... I'll stay with my master". His friends would tell him "You're always so absent minded, didn't you see this perspective?" and he would reply "I have found the master, did you find it?" and the friends would look at him as if he was crazy. So he started drifting apart from society... Thinking that nobody was worth his attention, that only the kindness of the Master had any value in his life. He had always to put a mask on before speaking with somebody, to hide that uncomfortable sense of not being able to reach them truly... So he drifted and drifted, at any requests life gave him he'd take refuge in this master, trusting that at one point he'd be brought to some form of happiness. How does the story continue? :D

Do you remember ever saying to yourself… “I knew this would happen.” Not proudly. But with that tightening in your chest. Almost painfully. You sensed it early. Long before the evidence lined up. Long before the discussions. Before you gathered opinions. Before you took that one step… the one that turned out to be costly. And you overruled it. Most people believe bad decisions happen because they lacked information. That’s rarely true. More often, the information was there. What was missing… was trust. ⚡ Trust in the signal you chose to ignore. That internal sense we call a gut feeling doesn’t perform. It doesn’t persuade. It doesn’t build a case. It arrives complete. 💫 Clear. Direct. Uncomfortable in its certainty. And because it doesn’t justify itself, we interrogate it. So we delay. We overanalyze. We look outward for confirmation. We override. Only to regret it later. Then months pass… and life unfolds almost exactly along the line that first signal pointed toward. And that’s when it hits. “I knew it.” 😪 Here’s where it becomes unsettling: If you keep overriding that sense, you’re not becoming more rational. You’re training yourself to weaken your ability to recognize precision — the voice of truth every one of us carries. Every time you silence it, you reinforce the belief that your own clarity is unreliable. And the real loss isn’t just the opportunity you missed — even though you paid for it. 🫢 It’s self-trust. You begin hesitating in moments where you already know. You start deferring to voices that don’t carry your consequences. You blur the line between anxiety and intuition because you’ve conditioned yourself to doubt the difference. That’s how drift begins. And then it expands. Bigger… and bigger… and bigger… Not because you’re unintelligent — even though that word stings. But through gradual self-abandonment. Until doubt becomes louder than knowing. Here is the truth: Intuition is not emotion. Emotion rises and falls. 🌊

All suffering arises because of our identification with stories. It's not wrong to have stories, they are part of what makes life meaningful. But there's a difference between living in a story, and being imprisoned in a story you hate. Waking up means realizing that the truth of reality, and the story about it is not the same. Pain is part of life, but suffering is optional. You are not your thoughts.

You are not your thoughts. But the more you believe in and identify with your thoughts, the stronger they get. Most people never realize that they are not the voice in their head; they are the one listening. If you want to remain free, you must remove your identity from your thoughts. Otherwise, they never stop.

I require the assistance of an interdimensional unicorn to guide me with it's 2000 lumen, light beaming horn to one of the exit doors out of the shadow realm. I've managed to have myself banished more than once... And so I've become so exhausted and disoriented. However... I have found some good loot down in the deepest depths of this realm. I need to safely exfil with the goods, so I can share the sweet juicy fruits with my space monkey brothers and sisters. 🦄 Much peace, love, freedom, wisdom, and abundance for all. 🕊️