Winged. Scaled. Unrepentant. No check mark. No crowds. No performance. The Devil keeps his circle small. Alt account for @awhiskydarkly 🜍
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When someone tells you, “Your words make my life better,” writing stops being a choice. It becomes obligation. A duty to carry the fire, even when it burns.
HR Giger is another early influence of mine. The way he illustrated the raw, insect mechanics of life, cold, cruel, indifferent. His grotesque landscapes nestled in beautiful dreams, within the nightmare.
I’ve talked myself into a Bill Hicks kick.
“It’s Just a Ride”
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"I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out."
-Bill Hicks
(One of my personal heroes)
X: a retirement home for the chain email format. To wit: an extraordinary historical anecdote, dramatic pauses, profound moral lessons, and enough factual accuracy to discourage fact checking.
But I did.
Mostly true, but a little loose on the details.
In 1909, on a beach in southern India, a man looked at a thin, quiet boy and announced he had found the next Messiah.
The man was Charles Leadbeater, a leader of the Theosophical Society, who claimed he could see auras.
The boy was the son of one of the Society’s employees.
Leadbeater said the boy’s aura held no trace of selfishness.
His name was Jiddu Krishnamurti.
What happened next was one of the strangest projects in spiritual history.
The Society’s president, Annie Besant, became his legal guardian. He was taken to England, educated, and trained for one purpose:
to become the vehicle for the coming World Teacher.
In 1911, they built an organisation around him, the Order of the Star in the East, with Krishnamurti at its head.
It grew into a global movement with more than 43,000 members. A Dutch baron gave him a castle with 5,000 acres of woodland. In 1927, Besant declared publicly that the World Teacher was here.
Thousands were waiting for him to speak as the Messiah.
On August 3, 1929, at a camp in Ommen in the Netherlands, he finally did.
In front of Annie Besant and about 3,000 members, he dissolved the entire order.
"Truth is a pathless land," he told them.
No religion, no sect, and no organisation could lead anyone to it. A belief could not be organised. He did not want followers.
He gave back the castle. He returned the money and the land.
People who had spent twenty years preparing to follow him were told there was nothing to follow.
Think about what that took.
He was 34. He had been handed everything a spiritual teacher could want:
devotees, wealth, land, a global platform, and a ready-made identity as the saviour of humanity.
And he walked away from the one thing almost nobody walks away from.
Being someone.
For the next 57 years, he travelled the world saying the same uncomfortable thing in a hundred different ways.
No authority can see the truth for you. Not a guru, not a method, not him.
You have to watch your own mind, the fear, the comparison, the endless striving to become something, until you see that the one watching is made of the same thing it’s watching.
He put it in four words.
The observer is the observed.
Most of us are still waiting for someone to arrive.
The right teacher.
The right method.
The day we’ll finally be ready.
In 1929, the World Teacher arrived.
And the first thing he did was send everyone home.
Not because there was nothing to find.
Because no one else could ever find it for you.
