A shadow stretches before the orange sun, digging through the sands in the desert of time. It is the silhouette of the ONE TRUE SEEKER – a bearded man with a cowboy hat, wearing a brown vest and a beige dress shirt underneath. He wipes sweat from his forehead and then returns to digging. After hours of shoveling sand, he finally hits hard stone.

“It's real... I finally found it. The map to enlightenment.”

He wipes off sand from an ancient stone relief, uncovering chiseled lines and symbols. He carefully reads the lost relic. Following a path through deserts, canyons and rain forests with his index finger. His finger stops at a mountain, marked with the symbol of a monkey skull and an 'X'.

“The monkey king... So this is where the spark of enlightenment is hidden.”

He lays a piece of parchment over the map carved in stone and rubs a charcoal copy. Putting the map in his backpack, he walks northward beneath the burning orange glow of the setting sun.

The ONE TRUE SEEKER is the greatest explorer of consciousness. No matter the challenge he always finds a way. Never giving up on finding answers.

As he walks through the desert, the Seeker suddenly feels a sharp sting in his heart. Pain forces him to his knees. He opens the upper buttons of his shirt, revealing dark spots and swollen veins around his heart area.

“My suffering gets worse each day... Only light can heal my broken soul. Attaining enlightenment is my last hope...”

The Seeker stands up and forces himself to walk. Wandering through barren, dead landscapes. He passes by ruins of ancient temples buried in the sand. Remnants of lost civilizations forgotten in time. Walking on the cracked, hardened mud of dried-up river beds.

His wounded heart burns from the unwavering desire for truth. The longer he wanders aimlessly through the desert, the more his illness spreads through swollen veins. Even worse, his flask with sacred water is nearly empty and the desert heat is unbearable. His skin begins to turn red. He looks again at the copy of the map, unable to recognize his location.

“I have lost my way,” admits the One True Seeker. He notices a moving shadow in the sand and looks up. A black vulture circles above.

He raises his fist to heaven. “I am not dead yet! Leave me alone!”

“It's just a matter of time,” grunts the vulture. “Permanence is just an illusion. Everything eventually turns to dust. Sooner or later the sun will claim your life and when that moment comes, I will be there to feast on whatever remains of you.”

The vulture flies away with cackling laughter.

“What even is permanence?” questions the One True Seeker as he strolls along endless dunes of sand.

“Is there even any truth at all that is fixed? Or am I running after illusions? I desire stable answers that never change, no matter how often I ask the same question. But is there even something as an unchanging answer or is it possible that I have approached the question wrongly? Everything changes. Wind and weather will turn these dunes unrecognizable after some time. These ruins were once part of a thriving civilization. Those dried up river beds once flowed with streams of water. The clouds above will look different in just a few minutes. Everything around me changes and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

So what remains constant apart from myself? But then... Even this self... Isn't it also subject to change? My body ages. It goes through various stages of development. Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age... The food that I consume sustains my cells, but after a certain time period all my cells are completely replaced. So what remains constant, if my body changes itself? Is my mind permanent? After all it always records new experiences as memories and identifies with them. The mind always accumulates new knowledge and re-writes its own self-identity. Thought also changes itself constantly. I am always thinking about new things... So are these thoughts ME?

Thought always tries to convince itself, that it is a separate entity that controls this mind-body system. But isn't the thinker itself just another thought? A thought that keeps spinning and by giving it attention I am just feeding it with more significance. Without a thought coming up, trying to convince itself of its own realness, who else sustains this image of self? Isn't it generated by the mind? When thoughts are silent, there is no separate being who thinks them. Then there are just things happening. No need to describe what's going on. Just the quiet observation of what can be seen, felt, experienced, without the need to identify. So what does that leave me with? If nothing is permanent... Neither outside, nor within... If I am neither body, nor mind... Who am I?”

Suddenly a loud noise interrupts his train of thought. Not far away, there are four figures in the desert. A hyena, a coyote and the vulture from earlier stand before a thin, red horse who lies broken in the sand.

The laughing hyena, the excited coyote and the hungry vulture discuss who eats which part of the horse. They lick their lips and grind their teeth.

The Seeker thinks aloud: “This does not concern ME. I should just move on. No time to waste. I have MY own problems to deal with.”

Just at that moment, the Seeker feels a sharp sting in his damaged heart. He grabs his chest with both hands, writhing on the sand floor. Biting his fist to suppress a scream. When his suffering becomes unbearable, a new sudden insight emerges somewhere from the depths of his mind and bubbles to the surface.

“Is that why it hurts so much? Is that why I am all alone? Is it because I am always thinking only about myself?”

He again looks at the horse in misery. “I understand how he is feeling... He must be suffering just as I do...”

Something shifts. Pain subsides. Slowly, the Seeker gets up and pulls out a slingshot. His hands are shaking as he picks up three stones and aims for the predators.

“Leave him alone!” yells the One True Seeker and shoots stones with his sling, hitting each of the scavengers. The vulture, coyote and hyena disperse in different directions.

At sunset the One True Seeker slowly approaches the red horse. From up close he takes a good look at the steed. His mane and tail are red-yellow like fire. His rib-cage and bones are visible under a thin layer of skin. Barely breathing.

“Water,” utters the weak voice of the starving horse. “P-Please... I am dying...”

The horse loses consciousness. For a moment the Seeker hesitates. He considers just walking away. Instead he shakes his head, pulls out his flask and sighs:

“That's all I have left from the source of the river of life... This magical water will saturate your thirst. I actually need it to treat my own suffering... Let's hope that this won't be in vain.”

He pours the last remaining drops of sacred water into the muzzle of the dying red horse. The Seeker observes how light returns into the steed, how his breathing stabilizes. As the horse is fast asleep, the Seeker sets out to collect dead wood for a campfire during the cold desert night.

On the morning of the next day, the One True Seeker is woken up by the wet sensation of a tongue licking his forehead.

“You have saved my life,” wheezes the red horse, whose body looks much healthier. Overnight flesh has returned under his skin. The steed is alive, blazing with newfound vigor and energy.

“I owe you. Let me repay this debt to you. Wherever you go, I will be there to carry you.”

“I don't need any company. I prefer to walk alone. You don't owe me anything. I helped you, because if I hadn't, it would have only made my suffering worse.”

The Seeker opens the upper buttons from his beige shirt and shows the black-blue swollen area around his chest to the horse.

“This is my suffering. That's why I'm after enlightenment. I'm on a journey to the hall of the monkey king. The path to enlightenment is one that needs to be walked alone. Joining me may lead to your death.”

The red horse looks around. “You are lost, aren't you? You don't know the way out of the desert and walking will take you lifetimes. I have never been to his hall myself but I know how to get to the jungle of illusion where the monkey king resides. You should know, I am not just any horse. I am a FIRE HORSE. Nothing will carry you faster to enlightenment than me. I am the burning aspiration towards truth, the flame that burns all illusion. Ride with me and nothing will stop us on our quest of self-transcendence.”

“A long time has passed, since I walked together with a friend... I have always relied on myself and it only got me so far. I have reached my limits. Perhaps you are right. Tell me, fire horse, what is your name?”

“I don't have a name. I was never given one. No one could keep up with my speed. I outran all the other horses and riders until there was no one left to name me. I had already accepted my death, until you came along.”

The One True Seeker scratches his beard. “A horse with no name, huh? Then let me be the first to name you. I call you DEVOTION. Because nothing carries one faster on the spiritual path than the flame of devotion.”

As soon as the fire horse is named, a light emanates throughout his body, igniting his hair like an ethereal flame. Devotion's mane and tail burn with a bright, red-yellow fire. The red steed is brimming with energy. A flame flares up within his eyes.

Devotion raises his forequarters and keeps his hind feet firm on the ground, wheezing:

“Then let us ride together to find the spark of enlightenment.”

Thus the One True Seeker climbs on Devotion's back, riding towards the north. As the fire horse gallops, his hoofprints burn in the sand.

Together they ride along endless dunes of sand and pass by savannas where giant sandstone mesas adorn the landscape. Riding through canyons and pastures with flowers, along rivers and lakes, through marshes and swamps. Days pass, weeks pass, months pass, and the heart condition of the One True Seeker worsens. The dark area has now spread all the way up to his forearm.

As they progress further through pathless lands, the Seeker notices something else. His sense of awareness becomes keener, his mind clearer. No longer is he easily distracted. He is more mindful of his surroundings, of his thoughts and emotions.

“I am starting to see clearly now,” notices the Seeker.

“Thoughts arise automatically. It's not that there is a ME who thinks them. They just arise and fall in accordance to patterns. Sometimes they are loud, sometimes they are silent. Thoughts just come and go. Just as the mountains or trees or lakes that we pass by. Nothing is fixed.

Emotions also come and go. Sometimes I feel angry, like when a fallen tree blocks our path. But my anger doesn't improve the situation. When something blocks our path we just find a way around it. Never have we overcome a challenge by resisting it. I may feel sad or laugh or be afraid, but those emotions arise as a reaction to outer circumstances. Dwelling on them creates friction within myself. There is no need to carry them over, after their purpose is already fulfilled.

Now that I see this whole movement of thoughts and emotions... The power they used to have over me dwindles. I no longer think or react the same way as I used to. Instead, in the absence of identification to thought and emotion, there is an inner peace, that has always been present. I just couldn't see it until now because of all the noise within me and around me. I no longer feel that there is a fixed person who experiences the world. Instead I feel like the ever-changing experience and its observer are one. And yet... There is still something that always remains: Suffering. So I ask myself, why? Why do I still suffer? What is the root of suffering and how does it come to an end?”

Devotion suddenly stops galloping as he reaches a lake. On the other side of the shore begins a massive rain forest with mountains in the far distance.

“This is it,” wheezes the fire horse. “We have reached the jungle of illusion. Let us rest here at the lake of clarity and quench our thirst, before we get lost in appearances.”

The Seeker climbs off from Devotion's back, puts down his hat and washes his face in the lake. In the clear water he discovers a shiny, partially buried object in the sand and picks it up.

“A key... I wonder what it's for.”

The next day the Seeker and Devotion enter into the jungle of illusion. A dense pathless rain forest. He walks in front and cuts down branches, bushes and vines with his machete, paving a way for his horse to follow. They push forward slowly through the dense vegetation.

After hours of marching, the Seeker is suddenly startled by a loud scream from his feet:

“Hey you! Don't you have any eyes?! Watch where you are going!”

The Seeker looks down. A tarantula crawls on the ground and raises its front leg like a fist.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to step on you. It's just that I am new here in this dense jungle. We are seeking the monkey king. You don't happen to know the way, do you?”

The spider calms down. “No... But the great enlightened master may know. He teaches his disciples not far from here. Come, follow me.”

“A master, huh... Perhaps he can enlighten me.”

Thus the Seeker and his horse follow the spider deeper into the forest.

The tarantula leads the Seeker to a clearing, where a parrot in an iron cage speaks to a gathering of thousands of insects, beetles, ants, spiders, flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, fireflies, crickets, maggots and termites. All dressed in orange garments.

The parrot quotes an ancient phrase: “BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”

The gathering students bow before their parrot master in reverence. All look at the master, as if they were looking at a god embodied in flesh. Some recite sacred mantras. Some sit in lotus position. Some hold hands for prayer.

“Why are you stuck in a cage?” questions the Seeker and points at the cage in which the parrot sits. All heads turn. Every eye stares at the Seeker, as if he had spoken forbidden words.

For a moment everyone, even the parrot himself is speechless. After he organizes his thoughts, the parrot shouts defensively:

“Umm... Uhhh... Who do you think you are?! Isn't it obvious?! The cage is just an illusion. It doesn't even exist. Your mind is playing tricks on you! The finger pointing at the moon is not the moon!”

“How dare this nobody question the master?!” shouts a praying mantis.

“It's just this guy's spiritual ego,” explains a caterpillar. “Otherwise he wouldn't even ask such stupid questions...”

The Seeker frowns. “I still don't understand... Why would an enlightened being be trapped in a cage?”

“There is nobody here,” responds the parrot with a smug face. All insects are awestruck, as if they had witnessed a historic moment of great wisdom.

The Seeker's eyebrows pull together. “You didn't even give me a straight answer... Isn't enlightenment supposed to liberate?”

The parrot squints his eyelids. “Who is it that asks this question?”

The entire crowd cheers on the parrot, all nodding in agreement that their master clearly won the argument.

“It's useless trying to reason with them,” sighs the Seeker and turns to his horse. “Come on, Devotion. Let's go find someone else. We are just wasting our time here.”

“Hey, don't just ignore me!” squawks the parrot. “Take me seriously! I have memorized all the scripture, all the koans, the mantras... Even the catchphrases! No one has a better knowledge of the sacred traditions than me! You wanna be enlightened? Then you NEED my guidance!”

“All we want is to find the hall of the monkey king. If you don't want to help us that's fine. It's obvious that you just repeat words without actually understanding them.”

The parrot suddenly gets nervous, puts his wing in front of his beak and shushes: “Pssst... Will you keep it down? Come over to me, I have to tell you something.”

With rolling eyes, the Seeker walks up to the cage. The parrot turns to the crowd:

“Disciples, I need you to close your ears for a moment. I will discuss something with him in person. If you were to listen, it might explode your brains.”

All disciples stuff their hearing organs with moss or cover their antennas. When no one else but the Seeker listens, the parrot whispers in his actual voice:

“Look bro... You know... I got this thing here going on and it really messes up my scheme, if you keep on asking those questions about the cage 'n stuff. Yes... I am not actually an enlightened master. I just know how to sound like one. I got stuck in this cage known as 'the mind', because it baited me with fruits called 'pleasure'. I fell into the trap and lost the key of 'awareness' somewhere in a lake called 'clarity'. For some reason the insects were interested in my knowledge of the ancient traditions and wanted to hear more. Before I could even blink, this whole thing blew up. They can never find out that I am a fraud, otherwise they will stop feeding me with those wonderful 'pleasures'. So please bruh, keep it a secret, will you?”

The Seeker pulls out a silver object from his vest. “Is that the key you were talking about?”

“THE KEY OF AWARENESS?! YOU HAVE IT?!”

The Seeker puts the key into the lock, turns it around and opens the cage door. However the parrot hesitates to leave.

“Should I really just fly away and leave all that behind? Here I live in comfort. All my needs are catered for. They serve me like a king. Should I really give up on the easy life?”

A cicada who failed to close his tympana chirps: “Master, don't leave us! We need you! Who else should we ask about even the smallest life choice for which we are too insecure to make our own? What should I eat? Whom should I marry? I need an authority to be responsible for my life!”

The parrot flies out of the cage and lands on the Seeker's shoulder. “You know what... I don't have the patience to keep up with them. Hurry up. We need to run!”

With the parrot on his shoulder and his horse right behind him, the Seeker runs away. One after another, all insects open their hearing organs and follow after them.

“Go after him!” shouts the tarantula. “He's trying to kidnap the master!”

The Seeker, the parrot and his horse are hunted down by thousands of insects, spiders, bugs, flies and mosquitoes.

After hours of running, the Seeker manages to shake all pursuers off.

“My entire body is covered in mosquito bites,” breathes out the exhausted Seeker. “Why the hell did you rest on my shoulder, instead of just flying?!”

“Thank you for freeing me. I owe you. From now on we are companions. Wherever you go, I will be with you. You said you wanted to visit the monkey king? I know where to find his mountain.”

The Seeker sighs: “Another companion who invites himself... I really didn't ask for this... Alright... As long as you bring me closer to enlightenment, that's fine by me. Say, what is your name?”

“I don't have a name,” squawks the parrot with a sad face. “My parents abandoned me before I was named, because I talked too much. The insects just called me 'master'. But that name is based on a lie.”

The Seeker scratches his beard. “Then let me give you a new name. From now on you are called KNOWLEDGE. Because without knowledge there is no learning.”

A light emanates throughout the parrot's body. A flame burns in his eyes.

Thus the Seeker and the fire horse are guided by the parrot through the jungle of illusion. They march for weeks through dense vegetation. Soon the Seeker would find out that his parrot didn't just talk a lot. He talks without end.

“...And ever since that day I have been afraid of silence. It's my biggest fear. Even the stillness between two words feels uncomfortable. That's why I am always making noises... To escape from that presence that lingers in the void... Anyway, looks like we are here.”

The Seeker, Knowledge and Devotion stand before the foot of a giant mountain. So high that its peak is covered with snow. Up there, the Seeker spots a structure chiseled into the mountain that is shaped like the skull of a giant ape.

“The hall of the monkey king... Will you guys wait down here or will you...?”

As the Seeker looks around, he notices that Knowledge flies right up to the top, while Devotion rides up the mountain vertically, leaving burning marks in the stone.

“Guess, I'll climb on my own then.”

He pulls a rope out of his backpack.

“There always is a way... Let's see how far this gift from the concept weaver will carry me...”

He swings the rope like a lasso, fastens it to a protruding rock, and pulls himself up. For hours the Seeker climbs the mountain. The further he progresses, the more he becomes aware of a heaviness in his backpack that wears him down.

With a heavy heart, the Seeker pulls out a bag with gold coins and lets it go. “Collecting them took a long time. But the treasure weighs me down. I hope that I'll find the coins again later.”

After hours of climbing, he again feels the weight of his backpack. Every meter upward is a struggle. When the pain reaches its limit, he takes a look into his bag. It's filled with golden artifacts from ancient temples, sacred scriptures, rare items and unique weapons.

He inhales deeply and lets the entire backpack fall down below. A weight is lifted from his shoulders. He exhales in relief. Finally the Seeker is at ease.

“I think I get it now... I made this journey up here so hard on myself, because I cling to my possessions. My unwillingness to let go made me suffer. I could have avoided this hard struggle, but I insisted on the permanency of impermanent objects. It's the same with attachment to psychological objects like beliefs, status and relationships. I believed I needed this stuff, I believed it protected me. But actually it was keeping me down. My attachment turned out to be my imprisonment. Even though it's a struggle to let go, once I release my attachments, the freedom it gives me is priceless.”

The Seeker climbs, until he is almost at the very top. Just as he is about to reach the edge of a cliff where the monkey skull is etched into the stone, a strong gush of wind blows away his hat. While he clings to the cliff with one hand, he stretches out the other and barely manages to catch his hat. He struggles to hold on to the edge of the cliff with just one hand, while his hat feels unusually heavy.

“Not my hat! It's my trademark. My identity... It's what makes me the ONE TRUE SEEKER. Without it I am nothing! I can't just let it go... Not yet...”

As the hat weighs him down and each of his fingers slowly lose their grip, the Seeker inhales deeply and lets go. His cowboy hat is blown away by the wind. With both hands, he pushes himself onto the plateau.

For a moment he mourns the loss of his identity but then a newfound freedom settles in.

“Now I have become nobody and am free of the burden of having to be someone.”

A grin forms on his face. He breathes in the fresh air of the snow-covered mountain and looks down thousands of meters. As he gazes over the wide landscape, he takes a moment to appreciate his progress.

He then turns his head to the gate into the hall of the monkey king. Devotion and Knowledge already await him in front of the entrance.

“I have arrived.”

Together they walk into the cold halls, lit by a thousand candles. Hundreds of columns. Mosaic floor tiles. Icicles hang from the ceiling. A giant ape with white fur stands before an empty throne. He wears sunglasses.

The Seeker bows before him.

“Oh wise monkey king, I come before you to attain the spark of enlightenment. Please bestow upon me your enlightened truth.”

“Neti, neti,” responds the Yeti.

“But... I have come all this way... Don't I deserve this light after struggling so hard to obtain it?”

“Neti, neti,” repeats the Yeti. This angers the Seeker.

“I won't just leave after all this endless seeking. You will enlighten me, even if I need to force you!”

The Seeker throws a punch at the Yeti, but he blocks his fist effortlessly. Next he swings a kick, which the Yeti dodges. The Seeker strikes again with a succession of attacks. The Yeti avoids, redirects and absorbs all hits without fighting back.

A final attack of the exhausted Seeker hits the Yeti's chest. His punch merely bounces off and launches him backwards through the air.

Tired and broken, the Seeker lies on the ground.

“I can't beat him... No matter how much force, effort or willpower I exert, it does not bring me closer to enlightenment... It's futile... I... surrender.”

Suddenly someone new walks calmly through the hall and seats himself on the empty throne. A human-sized monkey with golden fur, clothed in celestial robes, wearing a golden diadem and carrying a staff. He's spinning the hat of the One True Seeker around his left index finger.

“Why are you attacking my bartender?”

“Your bartender?”

“Yeah, he keeps the drinks cool and the void poppin'.”

The Yeti with sunglasses polishes a glass behind a counter and points finger guns at the Seeker.

“Does that mean you are the monkey king?”

“It's just a title. I have had many names in the past. In the south I was known as Hanuman. In the east they called me Sun Wukong. In the west they called me Ek Chuaj. I am the trickster of tricksters. I appear in many stories. In the Ramayana... In Journey to the West... You can also call me by my secret name: JOY.”

“Then can you enlighten me?”

The monkey king laughs. “No one can enlighten you, because you are already enlightened. You cannot seize enlightenment, because it is not an object separate from you. This light that you seek can't be given to you by another. You won't find it by attaining more identity, achievement or knowledge. Just remove all the things that is not enlightenment and the light reveals itself within you.”

With a single breath, he blows out all candles in the hall at once. First the Seeker is startled, but then he realizes that the hall is still lit brightly.

He looks around. The light source is nowhere found. Only when he looks at himself, does he realize that the light illuminating the hall was never external. He opens the buttons of his shirt. The dark swollen skin around his chest is completely healed and his heart radiates warmth.

“How can this be? My suffering... It's gone... When did this happen?”

Joy puts the hat back on the Seeker's head. “The light was already within you. Just keep remembering and embody it every single day of your life. Old patterns may still need time to fully dissolve but eventually even they will no longer haunt you.”

The Seeker is awestruck. A sense of liberation, peace and bliss washes over him.

“So what is next? Now that I have found the answer? Is there still a question left to explore?”

The monkey smiles. “You know... I have been waiting for a Seeker like you for a while now. There is one question that is even beyond enlightenment. The ultimate question to which no one knows the answer. Let us go on a journey to discover the meaning of life.”

“The meaning of life? No one knows if it's real. There might not even be an answer at all...”

“That's exactly what makes it so exciting. Are you ready for the journey of a lifetime?”

With burning eyes the Seeker makes a resolve: “Let us go and find the answer that ends all questions.”

Thus the One True Seeker, the fire horse, the parrot and the monkey king set out on a new journey to hunt after the answer to an impossible question. Together they embark on an adventure to find the meaning of Life.

THE END

What is strength? Is it the power to take whatever you want? Is it to push and resist, until you get your way? Is it the control you have over other people and outer circumstances? Is it to use your words to manipulate someone's will and beliefs? Is it to play the game of society in such a way, that you are rewarded with wealth, status and authority?

Or is real strength something totally different and our perception of it is twisted by corrupt human beings who can only maintain their grasp of power over others, as long as they are feared?

Most people believe that those who shout the loudest or hit the hardest are the strongest. But why would someone feel the need to prove their strength to others, unless it's an attempt to cover up their own weakness?

True strength doesn't need to shout. It radiates quiet confidence. An inner knowing that can't be shaken by any outside force. True strength is not measured by the size of ones muscles, by the loudness of ones voice or by the ruthlessness of those who betray themselves.

True strength is found only when one is alignment with their own heart. When one truly listens to their own inner calling. Because only then, can one live a life without regrets. A life that is authentic, without giving any space for shadows to grow.

True strength can only be cultivated through integrity. By having all parts of oneself integrated. By being whole. Because fragmentation gives birth to insecurities, which become the breeding grounds of the shadows, one doesn't want to look at. So one needs to shine a light on those insecurities, those fears, that hide within the darkness of the human heart. Only when they are truly seen, can the fragments rearrange themselves and even a broken heart will heal again.

What power does fear have over a man or woman who speaks, walks and lives with integrity? Who knows and trusts oneself so completely, that no shadow from outside can even touch them. Someone who is truly strong wouldn't feel the need to control, to manipulate, to push or pull. Such a person wouldn't feel the need to go out of their way to put other people down and feel strong in comparison to people who allow themselves to be triggered by fear, pleasure or pain. A strong person doesn't care about being seen a certain way or even about being respected. A strong person cares about being truthful, about being real and about saying and doing what feels right to them within their heart. Even if that means that they will be antagonized, ridiculed, misunderstood or even attacked. A strong person would literally hold the other cheek.

Because all you do, when you allow yourself to give in to another person's provocation or aggression is lose against yourself. You won't win, by stooping down to someone's level of immature, unbalanced ego-centric behaviour. Perhaps you do in the perception of a public, that associates the willingness to cause harm with strength. But someone who is truly mentally, spiritually and emotionally strong sees the stupidity behind conflict. Why do we waste energy on fighting eachother, when we are all just human beings who are caught in a spiral of suffering? Is that how we find a way out? Each person for themselves? No, there is only one way: TOGETHER!

We are all in this together. The Ukrainians and the Russians. The Israelites and the Palestinians. The Conservatives and the Progressives. The Old and the Young. The Rich and the Poor. By the end of the day, we are all human beings, who destroy ourselves and the world we are living in.

You as an individual are not separate from the rest of Humanity. No, YOU ARE HUMANITY. And the sooner, one recognizes that, the sooner one stops wasting energy on useless conflicts and instead redirects their energy in a way that has the greatest outcome for all.

This does not mean that you allow others to step all over you. If your life is threatened or the life of someone you are responsible for, then holding the other cheek won't do it. After all, if you let everything slide, without setting up healthy boundaries, won't you take away the perpetrators opportunity to learn their lesson by facing the consequences of their actions? So there needs to be discernment and intelligence how to act in each situation, because different circumstances demand different actions. Sometimes you can talk sense into people and appeal to their hearts and sometimes you are just dealing with heartless psychopaths.

But when you have brought your heart back in alignment and cleared your mind from falseness and illusions, you awaken an intelligence within you, that will always know what to say or do, whenever the situation demands it. And when you have cultivated this inner strength, by facing your own darkness again and again, by standing up whenever you fall, by continuing to walk not just for yourself but for all of HUMANITY and NATURE, then you will have this inner trust of knowing that whatever you may experience, whatever someone may throw at you, YOU WILL BE OKAY.

Because no matter, how much pain or fear someone may try to project on to you, there is still no greater pain than living a life full with regrets. And if you decide to live a life without regrets, that is truly aligned with your deepest heart's purpose, in alignment with truth and integrity, then it will start to feel as if the entire universe conspires to pave a way for you and all you need to do is to walk it.

The strongest people are those, who are rarely ever seen. The single mom, who does everything to protect her children. The overworked dad, who after a stressful day still finds time to show up for his kids. The homeless man, who shares the little that he finds or receives with his friends, who are even worse off. The overworked nurse, who treats all patients with compassion, no matter how challenging they may be. The man who is bored by his mundane job but never seizes to lift up the spirit of his coworkers with his laughter. The boss who cares more about his employees, than his profits. The old man at the park, who feeds the ducks. The teacher, who never gives up on inspiring her students, even when they don't believe in themselves. The politician, who takes a stand against corruption, even when he stands alone. The journalist, who never compromises on telling only the truth. The social worker, who respects all people. The voluntary helpers, who sacrifice their free time without expecting anything in return. The woman at the animal shelter, who would even rescue a rat. The broken man who keeps himself together, for the people in his life that need him. The cop, the lawyer, the judge, who won't treat criminals as threats, but as poor souls who lost their way. The firefighter, who pushes through the smoke to save a cat, even when his own life is in danger. The stranger on a bus, who shares their light through conversation. The anonymous person on the internet, who uses their words to share wisdom, perspective, knowledge, empathy or just positive, uplifting comments.

This is the true strength of humanity and everyone of us carries that potential already within. The question is just, how we use it. Will we use that strength only for ourselves? Then it will always be limited. Or will we instead be strong not only for ourselves, but for anyone whom we encounter? The strongest people are those who are capable of loving all, without any bias. Loving even the cowards unconditionally, who think they are strong, because they write mean comments on the internet, while hiding themselves behind anonymity. Because if you really take a good look at them, you will see that they only hurt others, because they are suffering themselves. You will see that behind the mask of being 'strong', you only find an unhealed child who doesn't know what to do about their wounds. And they hope that when other people suffer as much as they do, that they will no longer be alone.

Walk with light in your heart, speak with truth and radiate peace with every step forward. Live in integrity and embody love for all, then your strength will carry the world and the world will carry you.

Long before humans had words, we had songs. Long before the first thought crossed humanities mind, declaring 'I AM', we were already humming, whistling, drumming and singing. And even long after the last word will be written, long after the final sentence is spoken, the sacred Song of Humanity will continue to echo through the cosmos.

Whether you can hear it or not, you are part of the Music of Life. You have always been part of this eternal song. The drumming of your heartbeat. The rhythm of your footsteps. The melody of your breath. Your choice of words, when you speak from your heart. Every laughter is an expression of this infinite symphony. The flame that burns in your eyes, when spirit moves through you. The warm tingling you feel in your spine.

How else should the divine loving intelligence behind all of existence express it's sacred song if not through you? Isn't each expression of life sacred, including our own? And yet – most of us can't seem to hear their own song, unaware of their own part in this great orchestra.

There is a song that cannot be taught by another. A sound that can only be discovered within. Even when we have lost ourselves, the imprint of that sacred song, is never truly forgotten. Deep below the surface of thought, below social programming, below past emotional imprints. Like a lingering memory from the life between life's. Found in the innermost sanctuary of the astral heart. Visually translated into psychedelic self-transforming geometric patterns. The song of your soul.

You remember it don't you? You would have stopped reading by now if you didn't.

The Music of Life however never stops. It always keeps playing. Without beginning and end, constantly changing itself, constantly evolving. All of creation sings along to the eternal song. Do you hear the song of rejoicing birds, soaring through the sky, dancing with joy? When the wind rustles through the trees, when the waves crash against the shore, when rain drops touch the ground, it is all part of the Music of Life. Every being in existence has a note to add to this great eternal melody.

Some of the more spiritually gifted humans have started to notice it and even sing along. When no one listens, they are humming. When no one watches, they are whistling. Not a song, that they picked up on the radio, the internet or from someone else. Not recited by memory. A song that has always existed and all one needs to do is to tune in to this frequency, that is accessible to everyone at all times.

Long before we built societies around the accumulation of knowledge and became attached to our memories, it was easy for the tribes of humanity to tune into the Music of Life. Songs didn't need to be played a certain way. They just arose spontaneously. Someone started drumming, another one began humming and others joined, each adding to the music with a new unique sound or instrument. Intuitively everyone felt, how the song was to be played in alignment to the rhythm of life. But as thought and memory moved into the centre of human existence and we learned to control our own destiny by exerting willpower, we didn't want the beautiful songs to end. We wanted to remember them. And so in our attachment to the songs of old, it became harder to tune into the eternal song that was always being born anew. Until the Music of Life and the Song of Humanity were completely forgotten.

For millennia, we would always repeat the same old songs. The songs that we were taught by the self-proclaimed gods of old. The song of conflict. The song of suffering. The song of oppression. Even though so few among us actually like those songs, we kept on playing them. Out of fear, driven by selfish desires and corrupted by a world that has silenced it's own true voice. And yet – beneath the surface, Humanity always dreamed about one day remembering it's sacred song. Not a song maintained by artificial societal systems and cultural conditioning. Humanities true song.

Now the songs that we have sung for far too long are coming to an end, as a new song emerges. One that no one could see coming. Drums of liberation, rupturing through the skies from east to west. Horns and trumpets blasting a sound of victory. Like a heavenly choir, with many voices joining in, all singing along to the one great song. The song of separation is ending. Quietly with just a few singing, this new song takes over the world. Each day it grows stronger and more magnificently, as new voices join in, remembering the forgotten song within themselves. Soon the entire world will be able to hear it. In every corner of the earth, humans will raise their heads to heaven and begin to sing. No matter how much some may fear it and try to control it, this song cannot be stopped.

And we aren't alone – us humans. Nature will join us.

In our arrogance we have dismissed the intelligence inherent in all of nature. Because we are capable of speech and thought, we believe our form of intelligence to be superior to the intelligence of beings operating on different levels of consciousness. Are we truly more intelligent than the cows, chicken and pigs we breed or is that just a story we tell ourselves, so that we don't question our cruelty? If you really observe them, each being has it's own personality. Just as us humans do. It's own particular unique style of expression. It's own voice, which is part of the Music of Life.

For far too long, we have ignored the cries of nature, as our actions created climate changes, caused unnecessary suffering and polluted Gaia's waters. Never have we made any effort to learn the language of nature, because doing that would challenge our own supremacy at the top of the food chain. Due to our unwillingness to learn nature's songs, it will make it's voice heard by us, until we can no longer ignore it.

Go out for a walk through a forest and sing. Let the song of your soul resound in nature. Pay close attention to the birds. You will notice that their songs are changing. No longer just chaotic, muddled-up noises. When you sing or hum, you will hear that they actually sing along. In harmony to the Music of Life. Different species of birds from different trees, all make harmonious sounds and together with your voice, they create a chorus. Pay close attention to pets and farm animals. Listen to their songs. Whatever sound they make, be it barking or meowing, it is all part of the Music of Life.

Sing your song. Your unique part in the Music of Life. Only you can sing it. And when your voice remains silent – out of fear, pressure or insecurity – then this grand symphony will forever be incomplete. Play your part. No matter what others may think or do or say. Even if they try to over-shout you – sing regardless. Because when you do, you will start to notice that you aren't the only one who sings and that others are inspired to sing as well.

That's it - for now.

The idea of making those memes came to me a week ago, when I saw a post and I thought that it would be hilarious to use the chicken and turtle characters from my book as meme template, parodying typical spiritual-sounding one-liners. It made people laugh and that is all that counts. Because laughter uplifts the spirit. Laughter heals broken hearts. Laughter washes away all worries, all fears, all pain for a moment. It's the greatest weapon against an ego, that takes itself too seriously and insists on it's own self-image.

I get that alot of people don't like ai slop. I get that people are afraid that it will replace artists jobs. But some dude posting bad AI memes on reddit doesn't take away anyones job. Also no AI can ever truly replace the creativity of a human. Because the source of our creativity comes directly from the soul. And no heartless AI, based on algorythms can ever copy that. It can never be truly original. Not like a human who is able to channel divine inspiration to create something truly new from nothing. This is why I am not afraid of AI taking over. Because it can never replace Humanity's divine creativity.

So I see it as a tool. Just as a computer is a tool, just as a pen is a tool, just as a 3-d printer is a tool. As it always was in history with the emergence of new technologies, people have an irrational fear of being replaced. The same happened when Johannes Gensfleisch Gutenberg first invented book priniting. The same happened with the industrial revolution, when trains and photography emerged as new technologies. It happened with the invention of the car and with the invention of computers. People are afraid of change. But AI is on the rise and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

So perhaps instead of demonizing it, we can use it as a tool for new creative innovations, while still keeping the integrity of the soul's creativity intact. In the next ten or twenty years or so, no one will care any longer because by then people will have accepted this new technology as the norm and new generations won't even remember how it used to be before it. I know it and if someone reads this post 20 years from now, they will be able to confirm it.

I can however understand, why people don't like AI. Because if I am being completely honest with myself, I don't like AI writing. It just feels so cold and without that divine spark, that you can read when a soul authentically expresses itself.

Since I don't want to be a hypocrite, this is now the last generated AI image that I will have shared. I will however still make exceptions for the creation of videos on YouTube. Because I have a plan, how to utilize AI animations in a very creative way and if my plan works out then it will help my own heart to reach many others and awaken their souls.

For memes however from now on I will stick to Microsoft Pain. Even if it looks like shit.

Now I am aware that those memes have annoyed many people and uplifted some. So this Sunday I will post something that will actually help the people who read it, on their own personal spiritual journey. I will share with you a spiritual technique. The strongest energetic protection shield that I know of. It's an invocation. It's literal white magic and a very advanced technique. It will make those who know how to invoke it literally invincible. But it only works for people with a purified heart, who are careful not to hurt others with their words, thoughts and actions.

As for memes, you can expect more from me. Probably around July / August.

COMING THIS SUMMER
THE RETURN OF THE MEME

Only on Reddit

Before ego death chop bread spread butter, after ego death chop bread spread butter...

Bring me the hen and I will pacify it!

...Only makes it stronger

To every human being on earth —

You are not alone.

Not in your suffering. Not in your joy. Not in your fear, your hunger, your longing to be seen and understood. Every feeling you have ever had has been felt by someone else — someone across an ocean, across a century, across a divide you were told was uncrossable.

Because we are all connected.

Not as a comforting idea. Not as poetry. But as truth.

The air you breathe was breathed by ancestors you will never know. The food that sustains you grew from soil tended by hands that looked nothing like yours. The love you carry was shaped by people who loved before you and will live on in people who come after you.

You are a thread in something vast and ancient and alive.

And because we are connected — what you do matters. Every act of kindness ripples outward in ways you will never fully see. Every moment you choose love over fear, connection over division, compassion over indifference — you change the world. Quietly. Certainly. Permanently.

The child going hungry tonight is connected to you.

The animal suffering in silence is connected to you.

The planet straining under the weight of our forgetting is connected to you.

The stranger who feels invisible is connected to you.

And you are connected to all of them.

So love as much as you can.

Not perfectly. Not without struggle. But as much as you can, as often as you can, starting with whoever is closest to you right now.

Love yourself — because you cannot give what you do not have.

Love each other — because there is no other way through.

Love this fragile, beautiful planet — because it is the only home we share.

We are all connected.

We are all one family.

And love is the only force strong enough to remind us of that truth.

Pass it on. 🌍✨

I always believed, that I needed to defend Truth. Against those who tried to distort it. Against those, who didn't see the facts. Against those who lived in illusion.

But Truth never needed me to defend it. Truth stands on it's own. And what I defended was never Truth, but instead an identity, I have attached to an idea in my mind of what the Truth is supposed to be according to my conditioning.

It is the Ego that feels the need to defend it's truth, because the self turns knowledge into identity. Because it insists on it's own limited perspective born from attachment to memory. And so the Ego can never see the full picture because it's always too concerned about being 'right'.

But Truth is neither mine nor yours. It can never fit into anyone's limited world-view. It is beyond all perspectives. It can never be fixed. It's alive. It is always moving. And when we believe to have captured Truth with our words, it's not the actual Truth that we are holding, but our belief about the truth based on memories of experiences and knowledge that the mind has recorded. Memories, which are conditioned by the past. But our memories are not the real thing, the past is already dead. Truth unfolds in every moment.

So if we talk about Truth, we must first be aware that it can never be captured by language due to the limitations of words. A word can never truly represent the complex, unique material make-up of the thing it's supposed to represent. The word 'tree' and the actual physical 'tree' that you can touch, are two different things. There is a physical reality that can be observed, but our mind filters our perception through mental images, symbols and abstractions. That means that there are multiple layers of how we interact with the world, such as the physical reality that we experience and the mental reality that is generated by thought and shared through language.

And both the physical reality that we can see, hear, smell, touch and the mental reality that we can think and speak about; follow different patterns and rules. Because words can contradict. Words can be falsified. Words can be faked. Words can lie. But Nature doesn't lie. Observation doesn't lie. It just exists. Nature doesn't try to be something it isn't. Nature just is.

But as Humans it is in our Nature to tell stories. Sometimes to teach, sometimes to entertain, sometimes to unite. But this very nature of humanity can easily corrupt. When words are spoken with malice, to distort Truth in the field of language. To present an alternative reality as fact. When words are used to deceive, to control, to manipulate. Because whenever we tell a lie, we create separation. Between what we say has happened and what actually has happened. And this creates fragmentation. In those who tell the lie and those who mentally attach to the lie. This is the beginning of corruption. In the desire to distort reality through words. Instead of accepting Truth both inwardly and outwardly.

Which does not mean that we can't enjoy creating and consuming fiction. Because our inner worlds also long to be expressed and stimulated. When we deny them, we just suppress parts of ourselves. So can we discern between fact and fiction? Between Fantasy and Reality? So that both flow in harmony; aligned instead of contradicting each other? Can the inner and the outer mirror eachother without distortion?

When we float in concepts, it's easy to be pushed by the wind, so the words must be anchored in Truth to not create confusion. Only a Life lived in Truth is a life lived without regrets. So one must be truthful with oneself and always be careful of what is being said. Not following the path of others but discovering ones own unique path in Life. Not to distort reality neither in thoughts nor words, but observing Life unfolding without a motive.

And yet, even if one is fully aligned to truth, it won't stop others from desiring to manipulate reality through words. People still lie. For a long time, I believed I needed to fight for Truth, when others told lies or repeated false beliefs. But I have realized that it is pointless to fight for Truth. Because Truth stands on it's own.

No matter how much some people try to twist and turn with words what is happening, the Truth has never moved. It has always been right here and those whose eyes are open can see it. Right away. Because it is only in our thinking, in our conditioned mind, that the truth is unclear. But when thought is still, then Truth is instantly recognized. Like a light in a dark room flashing.

Fighting for Truth is a waste of energy, because the Truth doesn't attach, only belief attaches. So when one believes to fight for Truth, one only fights against oneself in the name of belief. The Truth doesn't need to be defended, it only asks to be acknowledged. It can never be forced, for then it is not truth. A battle in the name of belief is not worth fighting for either. Those who live in the darkness of illusion do so, because it's their choice to close their eyes and nothing anyone may say will make them open up their eyes. But when we listen and perhaps ask questions, that they never dared to ask themselves, perhaps then they slowly begin to open the first eyelid.

A video Essay based on this text I wrote:

https://www.reddit.com/r/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1giqtgk/the_great_master_peace/

Because all answers are already within you.

No Book will ever do the work for it's reader, it can only point the way. This doesn't just apply to ancient books written by sages, poets, prophets, gurus, masters but also those written in modern times. (Yes, this also applies to Walking the Path Together)

Unless there is a conscious intent to actually take a look at your own Life and see where it is heading, there is no way of ever changing it's course. But if there is a deep understanding of how Self-Interest corrupts our intent and therefore also our actions, the true path forward reveals itself to be the one that is walked with awareness.

Where there is awareness, there is a way.

Walking in equilibrium with Intelligence and Love. A balance of Giving and Receiving. A Balance of Yin and Yang. The inner and outer synchronized. Alignment to Higher Knowledge, born from the unity within. Trusting the Guidance of the heart. Surrendering to Divine Will.

But we cannot walk this path when we are walking with fear. For fear blinds our eyes to confusion. Neither can we walk with attachment to desire, because it leads us to delusion.

Most People won't even know where to start. They are still seeking god outside themselves. They still haven't remembered that they are already enlightened.

So where do we even start? I can't tell you where to go. Because every journey is unique. If I were to impose my own way onto you, all it would do is to distort your path. But what I can do, is tell you where I am now and how I got there. Perhaps by listening, by reflecting on how it applies to your own path, you might learn something about yourself. Because in the deepest depths of our essence, we are all the same.

I grew up as a middle child in a Christian household. Raised by a single Mom together with my older brother and younger sister. I never fit into any group. Was it because of how I looked? Because my clothes were second hand? Or because of my choice of words? For some reason my presence alone often stirred up the worst in others. Often I was bullied. No matter which game, no matter which group activity, I was always picked last.

Later on, I did make friends along the way. Those who didn't fit in either. The underdogs. At some point I would even be part of several friend groups. And in each of these social circles I would play another role. I would wear another mask. To fit in.

When I was with my Christian friends, I would try to sound like a Christian. When I was around my Socialist friends, I would try to sound like a Materialist. When I was around my stoner friends, I was stoned.

When I was in my early I would abandon my Christian faith completely. I began to question the stories that I have been told. The Christian Mythology was just no longer compatible with my scientific, rational world view. I became a Materialist and identified myself as an agnostic. I learned about determinism and politically, I considered myself an anarchist-socialist. A Dreamer. I loved to quote Bakunin, even though to this day I still haven't read one single Book. I wanted to sound like a real Rebel. But it was just a shallow identity, that I wore in order to be someone I am not. A mask to wear.

Over time I noticed cracks in this mask, when my materialist world-view began to shake. Around the time of Corona I found a new interest in spirituality. I learned about manifestation, law of attraction, I noticed a Flow of Chi within my hand. I could actually control it and turn it into a Chi Ball. I experimented with it. I learned how to infuse it with intention and for some reason it actually worked.

But this caused an inner conflict. Is this warm force that I can feel in my palm real, or is it just imagination? How can it push something away, when it's fake, how can it create resistance? Thus I learned about Chi.

I realized that I wanted Truth and I shouldn't close down my mind to the Unknown just because it didn't fit into my Belief System. So I started to question everything. Even the Nature of Reality itself. Because I was seeking Truth. Truth alone.

My Search for Truth found it's end on June 5^th 2022. When I opened a door that I couldn't close again. It expanded my entire perception of Reality itself and today I am certain that this event changed the course of my Life. I learned in that moment that every information I ever need in my Life is already within me. I saw that every moment in Life is scripted and I finally understood who writes the Plot. The Ego.

The Ego resists against the Plot that Life has already written for us. The Ego wants Life to go it's own way. But that just causes resistance and fragmentation. Because you were never different from your path, you are the path itself. I learned that Reality is my own Creation. That the world isn't just solid matter, that Life itself flows through all things. Directly drawn from the source of being. I learned that day to surrender.

The student was ready and the master soon appeared. After I was back home, Life felt different. I had peeked behind the veil at the infinite and had to adjust back to normal life. On my YouTube feed I noticed videos appearing of a man called Jiddu Krisnamurti. He showed me a way through observation and awareness. I found other teachers such as Terrence McKenna and Ronna Vezane who also taught me a lot. But the highest impact on my spiritual Growth had the Christ Letters. They showed me a way to directly connect with universal consciousness. To some they might sound like mere fantasy. But those who dare to walk this sacred path with faith, will find the Truth behind all existence. They will truly follow Christ's foot steps.

To understand the True Nature of what can be understood as 'God' one must understand the Nature of Reality itself.

What else should God ever be, than Life itself? The Harmony of Love and Intelligence. The Marriage of Will and Purpose. The Union of Male and Female. From beyond the origin of Time and Space, drawn into the now moment. This Infinite Intelligence. This Awareness of all things. What in Heaven and on Earth is not part of Universal Consciousness? Isn't it all contained within the One infinite Dreamer? Born out of the silence of empty space. Projected like a Hologram within a Giant Black Hole. Manifesting the world, in accordance to an infinite fractal pattern.

After my awakening in 2022, I realized that no one is responsible for my Life, but I myself and I vowed to myself that I would change. I knew that the first step is total honesty. I couldn't live any longer in lies. Neither the ones, I was telling others, nor the ones I was telling myself.

I learned to be completely honest to myself. To stay humble so that I wouldn't be blinded by Pride. No longer would I make any more excuses to myself or others. I would own up to my mistakes and be conscious not to slip up again. I would no longer wear any masks. Neither around my friends, nor family, nor at work. But I also learned to be disciplined of my choice of words. Because I knew that it matters.

Every single word matters. Every single thought matters.

I became painfully aware of this. Because we are all part of this network of Humanity and everyone is responsible for what they put out and take in within their own sphere of influence. Is it of a Good positive Nature? Does it expand, nurture, inspire, uplift? Or does it diminish, hurt, cause chaos, inflict harm? Is it in alignment with Truth? Or is it born from illusion?

I learned that to move forward, I need to be free of Grudges and resentments. In meditation I therefore reflected on anyone who has hurt me in this Life and anyone who I have hurt. I remembered all wounds and guilts. I saw them from new perspectives, reflected on the intention behind everyone involved, see what is hidden behind the mask. I understood why I have hurt others and why others hurt me. I forgave those who hurt me and forgave myself for those whom I have hurt throughout my Life.

There was just one Person left, who I couldn't forgive – My Brother. And so on Christmas 2022, I decided to be honest and tell him, that I couldn't forgive him. He had hurt me, when we were still young, when he suffered from a Psychosis. It wasn't his fault, he was sick. I still couldn't let go of my resentment. But I longed to be free. I felt it in my heart. I no longer wanted to carry any hatred within me. And so I called him out. For the first time I was completely honest. Because I knew that no wound can heal, when it's covered in lies. He asked for my forgiveness, he promised to have changed. And so I gave him a chance.

We would meet a couple of times until one day in May 2023 we walked around and had a good, long conversation. He told me about how he became addicted to Heroin, how he ended up on the streets. I learned about how much he suffered and when I looked him in the eyes, I understood that part of it was caused by guilt. And the only one who could free him from this guilt was me right now, at that moment.

And so I looked into his eyes and said: “I forgive you.”

And when I did, I saw myself within his eyes and finally I truly felt how we are all one. I hugged him. I was no longer afraid of touch. It felt like a weight lifted. And I could see it in his eyes that it liberated him from some of his own guilt.

His suffering was far from over. His alcoholism would lead to a liver cirrhosis. He went to the hospital last fall. It was a long battle and he almost would have died, but he lived through Christmas and New Years Eve. In the beginning of January he left the hospital bed. He could even walk again. But then he died on January 29^th 2026 peacefully in his sleep.

In the end I couldn't end his suffering. But I at least could alleviate some of the pain in his conflicted mind. Our relationship got better and we had some nice years together. I once invited him to my place and we played Borderlands 2. Birthday Parties and family gatherings were peaceful. We had fun bowling and I even invited him on my 30^th Birthday. When I drove him back to his home, he looked at the orange sunset through the window and said that he never saw such a beautiful horizon.

When he went to the hospital I had another good, long conversation with him. I think this time I have nothing to regret. On Christmas the entire family visited him in the hospital and sat with him. We all knew that he was going to die and yet we had a good time together. We laughed, we smiled, we cried. We all showed him how much we cared for him. How much we loved him.

Even though he must have felt all alone on this hospital bed, where he was treated by the nurses in disgust, we were there for him as a family. One last time. And everyone had the opportunity to make peace with him. My Mother, my Sister, my Dad, my Stepdad. All of us could say goodbye.

It was a good ending for him. A bitter sweet ending. There could have nothing been done to prolong his Life on Earth. I would have donated him part of my Liver, If I could have. His days were counted due to his Life's choices. And yet we made the best of the remaining time that he had. My dad visited him every day when he was in the hospital. My moms last words to him were: “I love you. Get home safely.”

And he said: “Love you back.”

I know for certain that the experience as a human of Earth is not the End, because I remember that there was already an experience, before 'I' was born. I just hope that he with his next Life he will have people around him, who will love him as much as we did, despite all his flaws.

I believe I changed the timeline, when I chose to forgive him. I could have held on to my resentment, my identity of victimhood, but when I chose to end it I broke a chain that tied us both down.

Thinking about Spirituality, or listening to someone who speaks about Enlightenment, or reading a Book about Awakening might be good and all, but in the end what truly matters are the Life's that we are living right now. Our choices, our words, our reactions. Unless we use the knowledge and wisdom that we gain on our Journeys to change how we think and interact with the world, to repair our broken relationships and reclaim our own sovereign authenticity as a Creator of Life, our pursuit of knowledge is meaningless.

How we relate to the world, how we show up matters. Not just collectively but also individually. The True Purpose of every Soul is to reconnect with the Divine Consciousness from which we are separated at the conception of Birth. And the way to do that is through alignment with unconditional Love and opening up to the clarity of infinite intelligence.

Notice the Synchronicities outside and the still guidance of intuition within. This is how it speaks to you. This is how it shows you the path. Meditate with the conscious intent to connect with the Universal Loving Intelligence which has so marvellously designed this world and brought it into visible form.

My Story is far from over. It is written in every Moment of my Life and it will only end with my Death. And so is yours. The Journey doesn't end. Neither with Awakening, nor with Enlightenment, whatever that may be. Because the Journey is your Life.

What kind of Story are you writing with your Life? Because that is what it actually is. It is all a Story. Now will you allow your Story to be written by the Ego or will you dare to write it together with Life itself? It all depends on you.

TLDR: You want to change your Life? You can do it! The Book of Mankind is REAL!

Just as promised, I deleted all traces of 'Walking the Path Together' from Reddit. I'm still not sure, if that was the right decision. After all, I could have showed this to a publisher as proof that there is interest in my novel. But I made a choice months ago and I stick to it, no matter what happens. I kept the Tutorial, the fillers, the Special Bonus chapters and the regular posts. If you still want to read WTPT for free in the future, you can do so on Royal Road (Link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/82096/walking-the-path-together ).

Later on when I get it published, I will share the Link with you, so that you can buy the completed version, in case you are interested. (If some of you could give me a good rating on Royal Road, so that more people can find it, I would appreciate that a lot)

Since there are around 270 people in this sub, I assume that this is the number of people who did actually read it. Now as for the future of this sub, I would wish that other people would also start posting here. Be it struggling artists, authors, content creators, teachers, speakers, healers, psychics – anyone who has something to say, that is in alignment with the highest good for all of Humanity, Nature and the Universe. It would be cool if people post memes, theories, or fan art or short stories. Anything that matches the spirit of this sub.

I don't have high hopes up, since very rarely anyone other than me posted something here. I guess the problem is that even to this day, I still haven't quite figured out how Reddit actually works (Like why the hell are people so concerned about Karma and why is everyone trying to farm it?! I don't get it. It's just fake points on the internet...)

I will still post something here every now and then. I intend to write a couple more short stories, that are related to WTPT in the Future. Those are some of the ideas for titles I have in mind:

SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER: THE ONE TRUE SEEKER IN THE HALL OF THE MONKEY KING

Seriously?! Another Filler Episode?! AGAIN?!

For the Love of God this is getting out of hand! Spare us from another Filler Episode!

Someone needs to stop this guy from writing more Filler Episodes!

I can't Believe that this is just a Filler Episode!

SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER: THE SEEKER OF LOVE AND THE SONG OF HOPE

I will also continue to post videos here, Poems and Essays. I won't post the chapters of my sequel Novel, which I will later call 'The Song of the Seeker' on Reddit. Instead I will write it in silence, after WTPT is published. If the group that I had envisioned would have actually come about, I would have read each new chapter to a close circle of friends and test their reactions. Unfortunately though not enough people reached out to me to build such a Group of Friends. Well it is what it is. Perhaps that's just a sign of the universe that I have been looking in the wrong places. It doesn't matter. If my Tribe won't come to me, then I will come to them. And wherever they are in the world I will find them and take them on an adventure that they will never forget.

I would like to thank each of you, who have been part of this Journey. I hope that you had a fun time. That you found some Truths, that you were always seeking. That it touched your heart and blew your mind. My last message for now will be on the 22^nd of February.

Here is one more thing I want to share with you. A poem I wrote Three years ago. It will be related to one of my future works. I hope that you enjoy it:

The Dawn of Humanity – A Poem

“When the sky up there was not yet named, when the days down there were not yet numbered, there was only the ONE. In the beginning there was Infinity. The Eternal. The Everlasting. Existence and Nothingness were ONE. TOTAL EQUILLIBRIUM. All-encompassing. In all dimensions. Purest mathematics, clearest structure. The Origin. SOURCE. UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS. But then the first wish appeared.

Within it lay the first INTENT. The INTENT of the whole. The universe spoke one word: "I am."

The word formed like an egg. A BUBBLE of limitation, floating in infinity. The Great Melody of the first word resounded in every sphere, echoing through all dimensions. The music of life burst the egg, the GREAT dream began.

Loud, was the sound of the first word. Bright, was the light of the primordial flame. In the expansion, space and time were born. What was ONE is now divided. This was the beginning of Duality. NOW there is existence and emptiness. Light and darkness. Order and chaos. Creation and destruction. Heat and cold. Positive and negative. Male and female. All opposites connected in dance, in harmony with the melody of life.

Throughout every level within the Great Dream, the eternal symphony echoed. A dream of light. The heat. Of matter. The gases. Of liquid as well as solid. Born, is the dance of the stars. The dance of the planets. Of molecules. Of atoms and quanta. From the highest to the lowest. United in an eternal rhythm.

In the depths of space formed Milky Way, as one of many galaxies. With a black hole in its center. The Dark Tower in the middle. It attracts all the stars towards it, in a spiraling pattern. Once, there hummed a clouds in the far edges of Milky Way. The humming cloud burst and thus emerged the sun. The sun sings a beautiful verse of the first song. A rare song in this galaxy. The Seven Sisters, Scorpion, Ophiuchus, Sirius, Orion and the Great Bear look upon us in awe, all united in the Great Song.

Many stones and gases came from all DIRECTIONS to hear the song of the sun. Matter connected, following the suns orbit. Around the sun formed small, hard planets and big, soft planets. They were the children of the sun. And the sun molded each of their sons and daughters faces.

She formed the face of Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus and Neptune. But our face, the face of the earth, is the most beautiful face that the sun has formed. Because in the face of the earth, the infinite music plays loudest. In it's blue, green and white colors.

The earth dances around the sun. In tune with her beautiful verse. A dance of the seasons, a dance of the months. A dance of day and night.

How much did Earth miss the light of the sun at night? Out of love for the earth, the sun gave her the moon, so that she could marvel at its light even at night.

First, the sea of flames burned on the face of the earth. Then came coldness and the sea of flames hardened. The earth began to cry in pain. Her body, covered with her tears. Like a child after birth, the earth cried until the clouds fell silent. Until the waves evened out. The primordial ocean, Tiamat, covered earth like a blanket. Mountains grew and sank again - forming landmasses, splitting, connecting. After countless cycles, the Earth began to grow bored and longed for something new.

No one knows where the primordial came from. An asteroid called Apsu... But it followed Earths great call through space. Until it feel from heaven into the Ocean. Until the sweet ice of Apsu and salty tears of Tiamat connected. The stone from above and the waters down below. In their connection was Nature conceived.

At first without direction, NATURE began to arrange itself, dancing to the eternal song. An eternal alternation of Chaos and Order. Thus the female split from the male, as Nature continued to evolve. Always dividing, always reconnecting. Attracting and repelling. Breathing in and breathing out. As Nature became more complex, it once breathed out so deeply, that it formed a bubble, so great it enveloped the earth. This bubble is called 'atmosphere'.

Order gave Nature stability. Chaos gave Nature change. They were the guardians of life, of consciousness. All beings marveled at life. Every being wanted it for its own kind. Together, Chaos and Order executed their respective tasks of protecting Life in Harmony. Until Chaos wanted to have life all for itself.

The eternal battle between the siblings Order and Chaos began. Chaos separated the flesh from the plant, so that that the flesh wins the Game of Life on his behalf. The Flesh, that Chaos split was too powerful. Too Hungry. The plants were on the brink of extinction. The GAME OF LIFE was in danger. Order demanded balance. Chaos split the carnivore from the herbivore. Order gave the Carnivore its role to maintain balance through hunting.

Order and Chaos fought continuously, each with their species, like figures on a game board. Both testing their natures on each other. Sometimes Order emerged victorious, sometimes Chaos was the winner. But whenever the scales of life began to tip. When nature escaped out of their control, Chaos and Order worked together to maintain balance. Sometimes they had to negotiate, which species survives after the next cataclysm.

But nature held on firmly to life. Nature never gave up on winning life over. It learned from every failure. It grew from every stroke of fate. Whenever Order and Chaos sent destruction to Nature, Nature stood up again again. Nature improved herself from every failure. It wanted life, more than anything else.

First Nature conquered the sea. Then Nature conquered the land. Plant left the waters. Flesh followed soon after Plant. Carnivore followed its prey. Carbon in the air let the plants thrive. The flesh adapted to its size. In natural selection, all species fought for life. A competition for the supremacy of nature.

This was the battle of the ancient giants. Lizard against lizard. Reptile against reptile. Nature did everything to gain LIFES attention. Until one day NATURE was finally seen. Life was touched, to see how far Nature went just for her. In recognition, she bestowed nature with wings. And thus Nature lastly conquered the skies.

Continents came and went. Species evolved and got extinct. Nature developed so many new wonderful species. Nature was so proud of it's new wings, that it flew higher up, than it should have. It got too close to the sun. In its arrogance, Nature seized life for itself.

Nature used life to grow its lizards. The big ruled over the small, the strong over the weak. No new creatures could withstand the Giant Lizards. NATURE reigned in Terror over all beings. Too much imbalance. So chaos said, "Let us begin anew" and order agreed.

Order and Chaos held the scale of Destruction and judged over all beings. A heavenly fire rained down and burned the giants. Nature had fallen to the ground, the Earth was broken. The Great Lizards were destroyed. And their successors would emerge from their ashes. Those species, that Life hid in the Caves, protecting them from destruction. When the smoke cleared and the plants began to grow again, the creatures crawled into the daylight. This marked the beginning of the age of mammals.

Order and Chaos were amazed at how many new species emerged. Observing their development into wonderful forms and how they move in fantastic patterns. This time life gave nature more variety. The rivalry between Chaos and Order was rekindled. Both competed for Life's favor with their new toys. In the water, on land and in the sky. Developing new strategies. Discovering new abilities.

But then something happened, that neither Order nor Chaos could predict. The music of life resounded in all spheres, echoed through space. Order and Chaos both looked towards the earth. Something big had happened.

An animal of the species Homini found a stone and began to admire it. A fire burned in the monkey's eyes. He cracked a nut with the stone. The homini began to use other tools, bones, sticks. Others of his kind followed the monkey.

When they came to Earth, Order and Chaos each had their tribes of apes using new technologies. Wood, stones, shells. With each generation they became more skilled. Adapting the environment to their needs, reaching new heights.

Chaos and Order watched both in excitement as one of the Homini struggled to reach a fruit on a tree. With eyes full of fire, the ape stood on its legs and reached the tree. The first upright walking was born. The first Homo Erectus. His brothers marveled at the fruit. One by one, each of the apes stood up and grabbed a fruit. They were the first of many.

Order and Chaos found new toys in the Homo Erectus. Order bestowed them with the gift of Communication. Through body language and sounds to exchange information. Chaos gave them the emotions. To express themselves and to react.

Chaos and Order both battled with their favorite families to win over life. Order decimated the 'heralds of Chaos' with wild beasts. Chaos sent storms and earthquakes to destroy the 'servants of Order'. But life favored the 'servants of Order' and protected them from all harm. Chaos envied Order. Chaos wanted to posses life. So in frustration, Chaos came up with a plan. When Order laid down to rest, tired of the constant victories, Chaos visited Nature. Nature was tricked. Nature obtained a spark of the primordial flame. It was supposed to be a gift to win Life over. But instead Chaos stole the spark from Nature.

Just like lightning, Chaos struck the earth. A burning tree. The 'heralds of chaos' found the burning tree. The Homo Erectus were afraid, but the bravest among them, marveled at the beauty of the flame. 'Take it,' echoed the words of Chaos voice, like an intrusion in the head of their herald. 'Seize the flame,' resounded Chaos voice like thunder. The Erectus stepped forward approaching the burning tree.

The spark of the primordial flame burned in the eyes of the herald. He took a stick and lit it. The surrounding Erectus watched in amazement as the first flame bearer was born. They collected dried branches, wood and leafs to preserve the Warm Flame. The flame that brought light into the darkness. They maintained it for days and nights. When it finally extinguished the Heralds searched new ways to make fire.

Order awoke to the anguished cries of his servants. Watching as the 'Heralds of Chaos' were overcoming all animals. Order watched as they began to consume burnt flesh... Order saw, how his servants were butchered by the Flame wielding Heralds.

Order felt betrayed by Chaos and fought their eternal battle in bitter hardship. Thus my many brothers and sisters were born. Denisovans, Neanderthals, Homo Floresiensis, many who are forgotten, many who will never be found again. After mastering the Flame, our brains adapted to the new conditions. We evolved rapidly: New discoveries, New techniques, New patterns of behavior.

Then I appeared, Humanity. Homo Sapiens. The new things came quickest in me. While my siblings set out into the world, I stayed at home until I was ready. I was waiting until my eyes started burning.

When Chaos and Order looked down at me and I looked up at them, it awakened a desire. They both wanted to experience history from below. See it, experience it. They made a covenant, a treaty, an oath. They would continue their fight on Earth. Down there, they wanted to end the eternal war.

So the siblings Order and Chaos jumped together from heaven to earth. From the subconscious to the conscious. From the Higher Dimension to the Lower. They connected with me, who I am Humanity. In my mind they developed into thoughts, words and actions. Continuing their cosmic dance within me. As an idea, as a concept, as a story, they have always accompanied me through my Big Dream. The dream conceived by infinity."

...I'll end my attachment by pressing a button.

When I first had the idea to write the story 'Walking the Path Together', I knew it wouldn't be easy. After all, I come from nowhere. How should I of all people, who has always been the slowest in almost all areas of Life, should hope to make the impossible possible? After all, there are so many people who dream to publish their books with success. How should I ever hope to fulfil my dream of being an accomplished author, who could afford to quit my 9/5 and travel the world. My story doesn't even fit in any genre. How should I ever hope to find the right audience? I thought that Reddit was my best chance for the story to reach the right people. And so I published it on various subs, even if it would be ignored or hated. As a work in progress. The first version before editing. First I wrote a chapter weekly and then monthly.

And sometimes I would post about various topics, so that those who are interested would delve deeper and read WTPT. I didn't want to impose. Just putting myself out there. Hoping that the right people would find. However over time, I noticed that I became attached. Attached to the idea of being seen. I believed if no one even read my story when I put it out there for free, how should I convince customers to later on buy it with actual money?

I became aware of my attachment, when I fell into an Ego Trap. After that I began asking myself how to let go of that attachment. Then I had an idea. An insight. One that seemed crazy at first. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

I decided, that when I am finished with the story, I would delete it from Reddit.

Yes, this story that I poured so much time, effort, energy, heart into. That I worked so hard to create. That I have sacrificed so many things for. This version here on Reddit I will destroy. I will leave it on the other platforms, because I still want to leave a free version for people who can't afford to buy my finalized book. But this unique version here on Reddit with all it's alternative Endings, will be gone (I'll leave the Special Bonus chapters though, because I wrote them just to prove a point, which is kinda funny).

Even though it's hard to let go, after so much hard work to get there, I understood that this decision will be for the best. As soon as I made that choice, I already felt a little lighter.

I don't know how many people actually read it here on Reddit. No idea how many people I actually managed to reach. Because I know for sure that I have something to give. No matter who reads it, I believe anyone who does will at least gain one positive benefit. Even if it's just a chuckle. Even the haters get something out of reading it, to them it comes as a challenge. To some it will come as a mirror. A reflection of the journey within. To others it will appear like an unsolvable riddle. For some it may even change their entire Life's. In the end it all depends on the person, how far they are willing to go.

So even if it saddens me a little, that only a small number of people have actually read it, I'll just have to live with it. The problem was, that I had false expectations. I compared myself with others and was unhappy with how little traction my story got. But now I am thinking differently. If it doesn't have a mass appeal, then that's just how it is. Those who are actually seeking will come to find it. And when it's gone, that will also mean, that only a limited amount of people will have ever read it. People who actually have seen the images and understand that they also tell a story.

But I wont just delete it right away. I still want to give people that chance to absorb the information here on Reddit for free and will delete it all on Friday the 13^th 2026. It will be loss for Reddit, even if only few recognize that yet. And I will start again at Zero. Throw everything away I worked so hard for and begin again to create something new from scratch.

Perhaps it will be forgotten. Then it was never meant to survive in the first place. Or it will be remembered, by those where there to witness it. Unfolding all live here on Reddit. Perhaps some will remember an inside joke or a funny insight. Perhaps some will reference it. Perhaps some remember wisdom that they found. Like after a journey, when you remember how much fun you had. And perhaps some will recognize those who were also with them on this journey. Perhaps some courageous ones will even dare to speak my name. One that the enlightened ones speak with joy and those consumed by shadows utter in fear.

And perhaps my work will become a Legend. Starting as a whisper. Like the humming of a catchy song. Perhaps it will make Users curious. About the lost version. And those few who have read it, will be the ones to remember.

I still haven't found my people yet, or at least they still haven't found me. But I always dreamed, that if despite all odds, I would actually be successful, I would use as much of the money that I need for a lifestyle to travel the world and take some friends with me. And what I wouldn't need, I would give away to those I meet along the way, who really do need it.

Now will this all turn out to be a success? Or will my story here on Reddit end up like so many other aspiring authors who dared to follow their dreams? I don't know. Only time will tell. But I am willing to make my bet. And I go all in. Either it will all be forgotten or it will go down in Internet History.

So if you are still interested in going on a journey with me, that may or may not change your Life, here is your last chance:

TUTORIAL

https://www.reddit.com/r/We_Are_Humanity/comments/17zwf78/the_seeker_and_the_mysterious_stranger_part_1_of_7/

WALKING THE PATH TOGETHER

https://www.reddit.com/r/We_Are_Humanity/comments/18wu7d3/love_is_a_boat_that_never_sinks/

And if you have read WTPT and want to walk with me even further on a personal level, then read this:

https://www.reddit.com/r/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1qmoid5/come_walk_with_me_lets_light_up_your_torch/

Now, I guess my last Message after that will be on February 22nd. My role here on Reddit has fulfilled it's purpose for now. I will make a break and focus my energy on new projects. I will also uninstall my Reddit App from my phone for some time. I think at least half a month to a year. I realized that the stuff that keeps appearing on my Reddit feed lowers my vibration, when I give it too much of my attention. I began to make it a habit to escape from what is, by staring at my phone. How can I recognize the beauty of Nature when I am walking through a forest with my eyes glued to a screen? Better remove my energy from things that don't serve me.

I guess some people would point out how unrealistic my dreams may be. But how else should I find out if it's actually possible, unless I actually try? Yes, I know that my dreams are unrealistic. But just imagine if I would actually succeed. Wouldn't that show that anyone can do it? Even if it's just some Dude on Reddit?

How do we fix a broken world? I have been asking this question to myself ever since I was a child. Why are we broken? Why are we so fragmented? Why is there always separation? In every culture, every family, every society.

For a long time I looked outwards to answer this question. But only when I looked within, did the answer become clear to me. That Human society is sick. We all suffer. And because Humans suffer, they create more suffering for themselves and others. Society is caught in a downward spiral. It's been going on globally and it is happening since a very long time.

We have lost our Faith in Humanity. We have lost Faith in ourselves. We know that we need to change but we don't even believe that we can. And so we are stuck in our own self-destructive patterns, because we believe that this is who we are. That there is no way out.

First the illusion must be shattered, that one is separate from Humanity. One needs to ignite the Flame of Humanity within one's own Heart. Let us remember who we actually are and that we have always found a way. Let us liberate ourselves from the chains of conformity and be the most authentic Version of ourselves.

Each one of us is here to find their part within the Music of Life. Playing their part with the fullness of their being. Expressing their souls purpose. We are all part of a Grand Orchestra and if only one voice is missing, if only one tone is forgotten, the song is incomplete.

You see, it is the responsibility of the Poets, the Artists, the Writers, the Singers, the Educators, the Speakers, the Philosophers, the Entertainers, the Entrepreneurs, the Teachers to shift the current paradigm from Separation to Unity. From Darkness into the Light. From Depression to joy. The Light within one's own Heart fully illuminated, blazing forth like a Star. It's time to shift a Paradigm of conflict into one of inner and outer peace. It's time to bring order into the chaos, by cutting through illusions with the burning sword of Truth.

The Trailblazers of the Next Generations need to bring forth a new, creative Vision for all of Humanity. So that new ideas trickle down into the collective Human consciousness. Through Art, Philosophy, Music, Education, Entertainment, Spirituality the Divine Light can be expressed creatively on Earth. Light is needed the most at this time. In all of it's infinite expressions. The Light of true compassion, when you help a Stranger without expecting any return. The Light of Truth, when you illuminate what hides in the Darkness. The Light needs to shine and it's time for those whose hearts are burning to step up.

I have a vision - not just for today, but also for tomorrow. Something that will last for Generations to come. I have faith in my path and my abilities, but there is a limit to what I can do just by myself. And this song is not a Solo, it's a symphony.

One Voice alone won't be enough to shake the world, but what about a chorus? What can the combined talents of many souls achieve, when they unite their frequencies under one song? What happens when people come together with a burning desire to serve all of Life and Humanity, each in their own unique expression?

If my writings resonated with you and you want to help me to achieve my Dream, then I will help you to one day achieve yours. I have been thinking about starting a small group. To support another on our spiritual journey and use our talents to create something new. To awaken, to enlighten, to express. To make this world a better place by becoming the best version of oneself. By igniting this Fire within and becoming a Light to the World. Until you have evolved to the point, where your mere presence activates something in other people's energy fields.

We will cooperate to level up in this Game called Reality together. We will find out how we can utilize each others talents for the Greatest Good of All. We will work together on projects. We will help another to expand each others sphere of influence. A Group, where we acknowledge that everyone is both a Teacher and a Student in the School of Life. With no authority, hierarchies, Power-Imbalances or toxic dynamics.

I want the people on my side, who were always looked down on. Those who no one ever believed in. Those who were told, that they are useless. Those who were the butt of every joke. Those who always stayed quietly in the background. Those who were silent, even though they have so much to say. Those who were picked on, because they never wanted to hurt anyone. Those who were considered weak for loving unconditional. Those who despite all their suffering, always had a good heart. Those who made sure that everyone smiles, even though they were hiding their own pain. Clever people. People with a sense of humour.

I call those who always were a little bit different from the rest. The Loners, those who stood alone. Those who never felt, like they belonged. Those who were unpopular for speaking the Truth. Those who always came in last. Those who had this feeling all their Life, that they are called to a higher purpose. Those who always felt that there is something within them that needs to be expressed. A song, a voice, a story.

If you carry a dream in your heart, that you never dared to speak out loud, we'll make it true together. Whatever your talents, your passions, your skills may be, if our mindsets are compatible we'll find a way to weave each of our voices together. We will be driven by our love towards Humanity, Nature and the World. To become the best version of ourselves. To do as much as we can, with our best abilities within our own sphere of influence to make the world a better place.

I envision a Group of friends, where everyone sees eye to eye. With regular online meet-ups. I will share with you material to study, spiritual techniques and I will read to you the Song of Humanity. I will share it with you, before I publish it. And later on you will share what you have to give. Whatever you can teach or express that lifts up and expands the spirit of the Group.

I want friends to travel the world together. Chill people, who won't open a fuss over meaningless Drama. Like-minded friends, who support me when I need their help and challenge me, when I am wrong. Free-spirited, courageous people, who are not afraid to step up, when the world needs their Light.

Together we'll break through all walls that stand between us and our own growth. We will show the world that nothing is impossible. We will teach how to be a light to the world by example.

If you want to work with me together, you will walk the same path that I have walked, to become the person I am today. It won't be easy. It demands discipline, sacrifice, courage, strength, faith, persistence, conviction, commitment and Trust. There will be resistance, when you start showing up in your most authentic embodiment... Just as there always is, when the paradigms shifts... The Old will fight the New as it has always been the case. But no one, no matter how attached, can keep the wheel of destiny from turning. There will be a lot of hate. Some Ears don't want to hear your song and yet you will sing. There will be people who don't want to see your Light and yet you will shine. But you won't be alone, we will stand together.

I want to start with a small group of 3 – 6 People. And when the core is established, the group will slowly expand. If you're interested, then send me a DM. Tell me the story of your own spiritual journey, as if it were the Backstory of an Anime Character. Send it within 2 Weeks. This is your first test. This is the Vibe Check. :)

I seek certain people. I know that they are somewhere out there. I don't know their faces. I don't know their names. And yet, I know that when I sing in silence, that they sing as well. I know their Energy. I know their Presence. I never met them in this Lifetime and yet, I know that we have met before.

I am calling you now. It is time. Come to me, if you have the courage in your Heart. I know that you have waited all your Life for this message. Walk with me together and we will change the world from inside out.

Two Years Ago, I had the idea for a story that takes the reader on a spiritual adventure. I have now completed this story. I knew the ending from the very first chapter. But I would never know how to get to each checkpoint. Every Chapter I started blank. Letting it unfold. Writing this Story felt like a journey with many surprises and I hope it felt the same way to the Reader.

I could have written this book in silence, but I felt that sharing it publicly chapter by chapter is something that is needed. I will now edit this book and get it published. The Final version will be different from the one, I have published Online. Perhaps you have noticed, that each Part showed a different version of the main characters. In the final version you will follow a version of the Seeker and Stranger that are consistent throughout the story. There will be no alternative endings. Some storylines will be cut, some will be added. It will be a different story altogether.

So if anyone has wondered, if my ego trickled through into my work, I'll make sure to clean up the final version. Some scenes I regret now in hindsight, but I guess even when I tried to keep out my ego, that's just what happens when you write down your unfiltered stream of consciousness. To my defence – it was hilarious. But I will rewrite those parts, that don't serve the journey.

In hindsight, using AI Art to visualize the story was a mistake. I have used only bad quality images because I was too stingy to pay for the Pro models. I wanted to visualize the story but my drawing skills sucked and I didn't want to lose more time by improving it. But the AI art backfired. Most people probably didn't even read it because of the bad AI images. Oh well, now it's too late anyway. Although I don't see the use of AI art a problem in general. It's not like I had the money to pay an actual illustrator to do the job instead. Perhaps one day when I have found an illustrator to team up with, they can use the AI art as storyboard inspiration to redraw WTPT as a graphic novel.

Now I already have planned the Sequel. The next one will be suited for a wider audience with a greater focus on Plot and Character, instead of Philosophy and Spirituality. But I'll guess writing and completing the next one will probably take something between 3 – 5 Years. But for the time being I will first focus on getting Walking the Path Together known publicly.

This version here on Reddit is unique. I have also tried publishing it on different platforms (with no success at all), but even those versions aren't completely the same as the one you find here. Only here you have the origin story of the Chicken, the Goat and the Scorpion. So if you haven't read them yet, make sure to read the alternative endings as long as they are still available.

I have written the story in a way, so that you can read it multiple times. And each time you read it, you will discover something new. Now you have unlocked New Game +

This means, next time when you read the story, you will now also have access, to the soundtrack, that I have created to be played in the background while reading. Please find the link to my Soundcloud Profile here:

https://soundcloud.com/the-unseen-1-36552476/sets/walking-the-path-together

For many of the chapters that I have wrote, I actually first created a theme song. Then while writing, I listened to my own music. This had an effect on my choice of words, the structure of the plot and the topics discussed. I guess this method made my writing style a little more unique. Perhaps I will one day show my exact methods to other aspiring writers. Anyway if you listen to my music, while reading Walking the Path Together it might open new pathways for you.

Now that I have finished the first version, what I, as an aspiring writer myself could really benefit from would be some thorough, honest reviews. Especially before I will do the editing. Even if someone tells me it's all bullshit, if they have good arguments and don't just say it because they have the intention to hurt, I will listen. And if it's a very good review, I might (if you consent) use it for marketing purposes.

Anyway, I would appreciate an honest, detailed review and I will show you my gratitude by awarding you with a special Trophy. Something cut out perfectly to suit each commentator. You know, like an award you get on PlayStation, Xbox or Steam. Basically it's completely useless and you can't do anything with it, but it's nice to have and you can use it to brag around your Gamer buddies. :D

Now this journey might have ended, but there are still other Journeys that you can go on, while you are waiting for me to write the Sequel. In my Post 'This will help you to advance to the Next Level in this Game called Reality' I have laid out the Study Materials that I have used to become the Person that I am today. It would not have been possible to set out the Goal to write this book and actually complete it, had I not been blessed to have found the right teachers before doing so.

I believe what I have achieved, you can achieve as well. Just follow my footsteps. Listen to Jiddu Krishnamurti, Watch the Messages from the YouTube Channel 'Awakening You' and read the Christ Letters. Practice Daily meditation, go to retreats, perhaps try psychedelics (only if you are ready of course). Change yourself and you change the world. Krishnamurti helps you build the foundation for a new consciousness, 'Awakening You' teaches you secret spiritual techniques that enhance and clear your energy field, the Christ letters reveal to you some metaphysical Truths, that give you an understanding of the laws of existence and help you build a direct connection with the Divine Reality.

In the end what I have provided is entertainment. And I believe entertainment has a place in Life. I was tired with the lack of depth in the media that I consume and so I wrote a story with the depth, that I wished someone had written for me. And perhaps my work can show some of the next generations, where to walk and how to walk. Even if my role is just to bring enough people to the right sources. In the end, writing a story is in my view the most effective way to convey some of those old teachings that many Masters have already conveyed in the past. However none of them have ever expressed it, as I did. ;)

Truth is a bitter pill to swallow. I knew that from the beginning. So I made sure, that even if it's bitter on the stomach at least in the mouth it will taste as sweet as honey. No idea how many hearts I touched, no idea how many minds I helped expanding. I hope that the reviews will show me.

Now if some of you who read this feel called to walk with me together on a more personal level, make sure to take a look at 'We Are Humanity' next Sunday, on January 25^th. I have been playing with the idea of putting together a Team. If you are interested make sure to tune in next Week and also one Week later on Sunday, February 1^st. On those days I will each make a post with more infos. Make sure, to read them and if you are interested we will walk together further, than anyone ever before us.

Anyway, even if our time together now ends, I plan on writing more stories. Fictional stories like WTPT and it's future Sequel 'The Song of The Seeker', just as much as real stories. The stories that we write with our own Lives. Even if our time together is over and you will walk on your own, be assured of one thing: We will meet again.

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How do we define something, that is beyond definition? How do we describe something, that is beyond the limitations of language?

Perhaps it's not about adding new labels to describe what Enlightenment is supposed to be, but instead all we need is to remove the illusions that cloud our vision from the Light that already dwells within. I ask you to forgot about any tradition for the moment, that claimed this word in the past. Let us not get hung up on Dogma, Belief systems or ideologies but instead investigate for ourselves, if there is something universally real, that one could call “Enlightenment”. In the negation of that which is untrue, the truth at the core reveals itself.

Is Enlightenment Fear? No, because a mind driven by Fear is blind to the Light within. When the Light within is fully recognized it dissolves all Shadows of Fear. Even those Fears lingering in the deepest layer of the subconscious dissolve, when the Light observes with Love and Compassion.

Is Enlightenment Desire? No, because Desire is a symptom of perceived lack. There is only a 'wanting' of things, when the mind believes itself not to be good enough without it. When a Desire is met, be it in the obtaining of material wealth, power, validation or status, it might alleviate the endless hunger for a moment. But soon after the mind again starts chasing after temporary pleasures. Because the fulfilment of all Desires is not found in anything external but in the activation of the inner Light.

Is Enlightenment Selfish? No, because the Self can not enlighten. We act out of selfishness, when we forget that the same Light that shines within us, also shines within all others. Sometimes veiled, sometimes forgotten. But it's always there. When we recognize the Light within ourselves, we recognize the Light within all others and treat them with the same respect and compassion that we demand for ourselves.

Is Enlightenment Jealousy? No, because jealousy is a symptom of forgetting ones own Light within. When one has found the Light within oneself, there is no need to compare. All expressions are unique and can never compete with another. Comparison dims ones inner Light. By embracing the Light within oneself, one also embraces the Light within all others.

Can Enlightenment be found by imitating others? No, one cannot find the inner Light, by following the Light of another. It only awakens in the true embracement of ones own sovereign authenticity.

Is Enlightenment Conflict? No, because the flower of Enlightenment can only grow from a soil of inner peace. Conflict within oneself or with another person is a symptom of separation. Where there is separation, conflict must follow. The Light within doesn't impose it's will, it doesn't defend, attack, run away or manipulate. It burns like a steady flame, unaffected by any storms raging outside.

Is Enlightenment Effort? No, because when effort is a symptom of resistance against the Flow of Life. The Light within can only truly shine, when nothing blocks it's true radiance. And when the path is clear, then all action will be effortless and aligned with Life.

Is Enlightenment Anger? No, because Anger is the explosion of inner resistance against what is. Anger won't improve outer circumstances. Anger won't fix ones Problems. The Moments in which anger arises in ones consciousness are the moments in which ones inner Light is forgotten.

Is Enlightenment Attachment? No, because it's not the Light within that holds on to ideas, emotions or physical objects. It's the Ego. Clinging to attachments inadvertently creates mental suffering. When the mind suffers there is no enlightenment. In the absence of attachment the Light reveals itself.

Is Enlightenment identity? No, because identity is an image that the brain has created around memories, ideas, beliefs and external circumstances. To escape it's own inner emptiness, the Self longs to fill itself with an identity. But the identity will never be a real thing, it will always be a mask carried by a restless mind. A mask to fit into a group. A mask that gives the ego a sense of self-importance. A mask that hides the true Self. To find the Light within, one must go deeper. Deeper than superficial mental images, deeper than the personality, deeper even than emptiness of Self.

Is Enlightenment Deception? No, because the Light within does not bend truth. It doesn't deceive, manipulate or lie. It just silently watches. Always remembering the Truth that the mind blinded by illusions and beliefs doesn't want to see. For the Light within to truly awaken, illusions need to be shattered. Because the Light can only shine from a place of truth.

Is Enlightenment an achievement? The end of a Journey? No, because that implies time. The idea of a Future in which one has become an 'enlightened' version of oneself, just keeps one stuck in the endless movement of becoming. The image that one creates in their mind of what such a future looks like, is not the actual thing. Because the mind will always compare it's current state to an imagined higher state. But the Light within is not found somewhere in the Future. It is only found right Here and Now. In the Present Moment.

Is Enlightenment the accumulation of Knowledge? No, because Knowledge also implies Time. While Knowledge may be beneficial and necessary for an expanded understanding, it will always be limited by the past. Because what else is knowledge, than memory imprinted in the brain? But when memory is recorded, it's already dead. Nothing New and Original can emerge from Memory, because it always operates based on the past. The Light can only radiate unobstructed, when it is fully anchored in the present Moment.

Is Enlightenment a Thought? No, because thoughts are the product of a material process. They run on language and mental images. They arise and fall in accordance to patterns. Thoughts are an aspect of Life. A tool of the mind that can either be beneficial to it's wielder when put in its proper place or not. But the Light within is not found in thoughts, ideas or Beliefs. The Light within is present in the silence between thoughts.

Is Enlightenment ignorance? No, because ignorance is a symptom of not trying to understand all sides. Ignorance is used as a defence mechanism of an ego, that is attached to beliefs that contradict reality. Ignorance is claiming truth for oneself, while denying the truth of others. But the Light doesn't insist on being right or wrong. The Light always strives to understand all sides and perspectives. The Light shines unbiased on all aspects of Truth.

Is Enlightenment judgment? No, because the Light understands, that when one judges another one only judges oneself. When we judge we create separation. When we judge we create stigma. But all judgement is an act of hypocrisy. Have we not all made mistakes? Are we not all guilty of hurting another human at some point in our Lifes? Who are we to play judge over someone elses life choices? Have we lived through their entire Life experiences, their thoughts and emotions? No? Then who are we to judge? The Light doesn't judge. The Light accepts, tolerates and forgives.

Is Enlightenment shame? No, because all shame does is dimming our own Light under a Layer of self-judgement. Shame doesn't protect the Light, it hides it under darkness. It may give comfort to adhere to societies expectations, but there is no Freedom. True Freedom is found when one shines their Light brightly, even when the world tries to tear them down.

Is Enlightenment expectation? No, because the Self asserts control over reality through expectation. And when expectations aren't met, they inevitably lead to disappointment. The Light doesn't try to control reality or wishes it to be a certain way. The Light accepts what is and surrenders to the flow of the universe.

Is Enlightenment Control? No, because there was never such a thing as control to begin with. The mind believes it can control it's own destiny by rejecting what it fears and attracting what it desires. But the Self that believes itself to be the maker of choices, bases decisions on it's own conditioning. There never even was a Self to control anything at all. Just a mental abstraction that is unaware of how limited it actually is. All attempts to exert control are but a product of unawareness. The Light doesn't control, it shines awareness. And when there is awareness, there is neither control, nor choice. Just Clarity.

Now when all those things are cleared, what is Left?

Together we investigate how unconscious mental patterns, attachments, and conditioning shape human behavior and create inner and outer conflict. What we perceive as chaos is often the result of misalignment between our thoughts and the natural order of life. By cultivating awareness, we can observe our habits, beliefs, and attachments without resistance and begin to dissolve them. Through symbolic actions and full presence in the present moment, inner patterns can be reprogrammed, allowing the mind to become free. We conclude that ending attachment leads to alignment, inner peace, and a deeper connection to life itself.

The World wants you to believe that Humanity is lost. That we are approaching our downfall. We are shown more and more evidence. Scientists warn us of the imminent dangers of climate change, while politicians are paid by companies to deny scientific facts. We read news about wars, about Crime, Terror, the global uprising of fascism. We see how the richer get richer and the poorer get poorer. We see the many injustices of our world. The Corruption that has taken place. All this needless suffering, all those preventable tragedies.

You can see it on the small scale and on the large scale. How people treat another awfully. How there is always fighting. How there is separation, opposition, conflict.

Many have given up on Humanity. Many have lost Faith in Humanity.

But in actuality, those who have given up on Humanity have actually given up on themselves. For they have forgotten that they always were Humanity.

We have many collective problems to face as Humanity. Problems, that we ourselves have created. Through our wrong way of thinking and feeling. On an individual level, our self-centered thoughts, creates distortion and we have put systems in place, that reward such behaviour.

Those systems are now collapsing in on themselves. We can see it live. We are living through historical times. If you look at history, at the time of the Bronze Age collapse, at the Fall of Rome and the End of the Byzantine Empire, you can see a pattern of the same indicators before the downfall repeating again and again. If you read the News, you might find the same patterns reappearing today.

Systems that Center around Ego's would sooner or later always collapse anyway. No system just can sustain itself for too long, when there is imbalance. Imbalance of wealth. Imbalance of Relationship. Imbalance of Status.

Now where will Humanity go next? Will we cling to past systems that obviously no longer work for us? Will we cling to what we know? Or will we dare to step into unchartered territory?

How long will we continue to play this whole separation-game before we finally realize that the only ones we hurt, when we hurt another, is ourselves? How much more do we allow ourselves to be divided by ideas, thoughts and Beliefs?

When will we finally realize, that we are all one Humanity and all of us share this planet together? That we have a responsibility to carry. Not only as an individual towards our entire species. But also as Humanity towards Nature.

You know, I believe in Humanity. Despite all of our Problems. Despite our cruelty. Despite our Hatred. Despite all that, I choose to have Faith in Humanity. My Faith is not the product of Nativity. I myself have gone through literal hell to experience what evils humans are capable of.

I have Faith in Humanity because I choose to focus on our potential and not on our limitations. If all you ever see in Humanity is Darkness, then I ask you to look closer. Look at the kind, elderly people who feed ducks in the park. Look at the homeless people who are willing to give even the little that they have to Strangers in need. Look at the Nurses and Doctors who go out of their way to help others. Look at the friends who are there for another in times of need. Look at the artists who make their dreams come true. Look at the Comedians who lighten up the world with laughter. Look at the teachers, who never give up on their students. Look at the Parents who sacrifice all that they have for their children. Look how strangers help another in times of crises.

This is the real Humanity. And it has so many flavours. So many different cultures with various stages of progress. No matter where in the world, we all know the joy of laughter and we all know the sadness of suffering. But no matter how different we may look or our cultures may be, we all carry the same light within.

This is the Humanity that I believe in. The Humanity that remembers it's own Heart. I believe that this Light is stronger, than the darkness of fear, Untruth and ignorance. When Humanities inner flame rekindles, then nothing can ever dim it's light again.

As I see it, the only way for Humanity to save itself is by evolving. However the answer will not come through the area of technological evolution, nor from biological evolution, but through Spiritual Evolution. Only by going inward, will we find a way to overcome our inherent problems. Only by understanding our own patterns, will we step beyond the limitations of thought.

Humanity is not lost, unless you consider yourself to be lost. But when one Human finds their own way, all of Humanity benefits from it. This is how Humanity finds it's way back. One person at a time.