“A fall from grace is the modern mystic’s way.
Eroding the truth for personal gain,
While their actions reap spiritual consequences for those who thought it would be fun to just play,
Something once born from beauty and pain,
Has become a source of exploitation and strain
How did it get this way?
Think money and fame.”
— Kulminated
No one tells you that enlightenment and psychosis feel exactly the same.
Both begin in silence — the kind that follows a painful ending and feels like sanctity. The kind that feels like truth. And I fell for it completely, believing I was rising when I was actually slipping away from myself.
Pushed into isolation, I found myself at a crossroads, reaching for a mirage that should not have looked as beautiful as it did in the dark. The teachings of Joe Dispenza, Dolores Cannon, and countless others seemed to offer a glimpse behind the veil that struck me unlike anything I had ever encountered before. What seemed like a saving grace made my hunger for spiritual knowledge insatiable. Every rabbit hole led to a never-ending spiral of descent. With each one, I lost touch with myself even more, unwittingly slipping into a kind of spiritual psychosis that I mistook for what they call ascension symptoms. Angel numbers followed me everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
But who could tell me otherwise? No one saw the truth the way I did, and honestly, that only proved how chosen I was. They kept pretending they didn’t understand that this path was only meant for the special few who could withstand it. And who were “they”? You know. Them. The ones running everything behind the scenes, always so polite about it, as if they hadn’t quietly orchestrated every injustice on the planet. The lizard-eye people whose pupils shifted the moment you looked down at your phone for your next little dopamine hit from the TikTok tarot reader. The one who somehow always knew your twin flame was just around the corner, and who was absolutely right every single time, even when they weren’t. The ones you trusted completely, even though you never met them, because you could feel their energy or their spells or whatever it was they use to stay glossy and enlightened on camera. The capitalistic “mystics” who said they didn’t care about money, even as they told you that enlightenment was only a course, a reading, or a retreat away. Yes. Obviously Them. Who else could it have been.
None of that was real. I know that now. But the infrastructure that made it feel real? That’s worth questioning because modern spirituality hasn’t just lost the plot. It’s actively selling delusion as enlightenment, and I’m far from the only one who bought it. There are toxic practices and patterns in this community doing far more harm than good to those genuinely seeking connection, belonging, and spiritual enrichment. And it’s time to name them.
1. Behind The “Love And Light” Mask
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2. The Veil of Intention
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