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Is Western Civilization Really a Godless Wasteland?
I refuse to fall prey to despondency, and so should you.
It’s been 6 years since I began an obsessive spiritual search that has consumed all aspects of my life.
Disillusioned with almost every job I’ve had, I dropped out of mainstream society. Now, after transforming from a chronically depressed millennial to being happier than I thought possible, I can share my story with some level of conviction.
Remaining geographically bound to my birthplace bonded me to my delusional mind. Travel naturally saved my life.
Most recently, I spent my fourth winter in India/Thailand, and had my craziest experiences yet:
- I met an enlightened Tibetan yogi, who read my mind.
- I was robbed at knife-point in the ‘holy city’ of Amritsar.
- I met someone I knew in a recent past life.
- I found my ancestral spiritual lineage, untouched by British colonization.
Add to it a dose of lineally sanctioned psychedelic-induced meditation, inconceivable blessings from enlightened beings (both alive and dead) and newfound confidence in myself — I am hardly the same person that left home 6 years ago.
