Lately something has been crossing my mind again and again…
It’s this pattern I keep seeing, especially in what we call “the spiritual community” (a term I honestly cringe at sometimes, but you know what I mean).
We often mistake tools for transcendence.
People start doing things that do have power(ayahuasca, shamanic rituals, therapy, moon ceremonies, plant medicine, breathwork) whatever fits their belief system in that moment.
And yes, they feel something. Because for the first time, they’re no longer numb. And that’s beautiful.
But here’s the trap: the ego creeps in and whispers,
“You’re awake now.”
“You’ve made it.”
“You’re conscious.”
But really… what they had was just a spark, a glimpse.
And instead of staying humble, devoted, open, they crown themselves “healers”, “space holders”, “awakened beings”… all while still deeply ruled by ego, projection, performance, and shadow.
I’m not speaking from above them cause I’ve been there.
After my first dark night of the soul(and many more since then) I had sparks of light too.
But I also have deep shadow.
I’m still working through it. I probably always will be.
That’s the path. That’s what it means to walk it for real.
And that’s what breaks my heart is seeing all these “conscious” circles full of unconsciousness.
Seeing rituals done for validation, not devotion.
Seeing people bypass their deepest wounds while calling themselves illuminated.
We don’t become conscious by doing a few ceremonies or sitting in a circle.
We become conscious by confronting the unconscious again and again.
With brutal honesty. With devotion. With humility.
This isn’t about calling people out. It’s about waking us all up to the truth:
Consciousness is not an identity. It’s a moment-to-moment choice.
And the moment you think you’ve arrived… you probably just took another step into the dark.