It has been a long time since my last entry. Several kind people reached out recently, noticing the silence and asking whether I am well. The short answer is: yes — and I am deeply grateful for your care. So much has happened that it would be impossible to fully share, so I will not try.
But I want to speak about something that has become an essential experience for me in this recent period. I am in a phase of dismantling — shedding much of what I once layered onto myself along what I believed was my spiritual path. What once helped me gain perspective on who I thought I was now feels more like an obstacle.
As honesty toward myself deepens, unnecessary elements fall away — misconceptions, outdated beliefs, convictions that have lost their essence. Honesty is a sharp sword: it cuts through what is untrue. Even after all these years, I am amazed to discover how certain profound misunderstandings were able to survive for so long without real foundation.
The ego fiercely protects the false self-image it has created — which is why recognition and admission can sometimes be painful. It is astonishing how distorted a picture we can form of ourselves — and then believe it again and again, living according to it.
And yet there is something heartbreakingly beautiful in this process. Behind the pain of facing the inner debris, a peace reveals itself that cannot be confused with anything else. When truth shows itself, resistance dissolves. In the quiet of honest acknowledgment, existence becomes peaceful. Nothing needs to be hidden anymore. Nothing needs defending.
I am who I am. That is complete — and perfect in its expressions. It requires no explanation, no protection, no justification. It wants nothing.
The path of honesty is not easy — but not because it is blocked by massive outer obstacles. It is more refined than that. The willingness to release false self-images is such a strong inner intention that life simply cannot continue in the old way. Because attachment to what has expired still lingers, it can feel like entering into conflict with oneself through lived experience. At the deepest level of our being, truth cannot identify with what is false.
As honesty exposes what is untrue, something within me increasingly begins to remember truth itself. As if from the snow-covered peak of misconceptions, pure intention releases a single snowball — and what follows becomes unstoppable. And still, the one I call “myself” waits for the avalanche to carry it away completely — trusting that what covers it will also receive it.
This Something is so pure, so all-containing in its qualities, that it cannot truly be named or imagined.
I have been enclosed for so long within the cave of my own misconceptions that I barely remember the light — which in truth is not separate from the one who remembers it. So I have decided to step out of that darkness of self-enclosure, whatever may come. The fear of rejection is only the ego’s fantasy of loss. What may be hurt in this process is precisely what I am ready to shed. Whatever comes has its rightful place.
What has arisen in me is the call to openly share what is closest to my heart — what has given me the most over these past years. I hold individual, couples, and group cacao ceremonies, offering what wishes to flow through me in support of others. In this intention, I can be fully honest. And this honesty itself will open or close the doors of opportunity — clearly and cleanly.
This honesty, which needs no defense, is profoundly liberating.
I wish everyone moments born in honesty.
With love,
your traveling companion
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