Your Credible Roaster — With Background Egos (BZ007)
⁘ Created: 2025-11-21 ⁘ Updated: 2025-11-22
Wanted to let y'all know: I'm actually a credible roaster. Been in the toaster at full heat for three odd decades. Leaves some impressions in the system. So yes there's a lot of bull and I call it as I see it — with actually solid backings.
It's not like I read a couple of books last year and woke up and became an Insta Messiah. Actually objectively qualified for a spectrum of big seats — but sorry I won't play that hallucination game, because I don't own silk robes and shit.
Instead I choose to howl in the wilderness. Load essence into high oblivions. Occasionally roast the other upstart internet savior. It humors me. So there's actually a story here — play that reel will you. [Runs away and giggles.]
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"So, who the hell are you supposed to be, snapping around like that? Please leave those poor spiritual upstarts on the internet in peace."
So I do have an actual objectively relevant and credible background here, even if it may not be evident at a glance because I don't do dress up. It's not that I read a couple of books last year, had a Kundalini awakening and immediately ascended into an Insta Messiah.
"Oh, but that's all your ego and blah blah blah." Yeah, exactly, and not a problem. Egos are the natural containers of our lives' experiences. The only problem is when we start defending something that is not actual. With that, allow me to drop in a snapshot of my egotic history, so you have an idea of what gives.
We'll take 95 as the starting point here. Joined an ashram, became a novice monk, spent five years in missionary work and deep study, and ended up writing a long report on my then guru. He ended up resigning.
Found myself an actual older Indian guru, became a community facilitator for a couple of years. Alas, the guru was actually plagiarizing from older sources, so I resigned and moved on into the roots. Up and down to India, moved there on a permanent basis in 2005. 2007-08 started roaming with the old-school ascetics. Long barefoot walks, chanting mantras to stupid volumes, literally 10 plus hours a day — 300,000 names of god, the gold standard. Okay, that did my head in proper.
But it was a dead-end in the end in the confines of that tradition, so I started roaming free. First to the south, Tiruvannamalai, peak of Arunachala, night in a thunderstorm. Onward back to Varanasi, joined a band of Buddhist pilgrims on the way to Lumbini on foot, breaking open the ancient pilgrimage route. Ended up briefly in a cave in Nepal, gazing over five snow-capped mountain peaks. Came down to the city, met real people, resurrected my fullness of life.
2009 returned to Europe, passport expired, underground dodging military. On an attic in a significant process of integration, a physical collapse for good measure. Whatever early awakenings and integrations there. Rode the holographic crown for a brief period, resigned, drove it all to the ground, into the latent fields.
2014 ended up on the island of Java. Again, mountain tops, caves, mystics, integrating what we have here. Shamanism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Sufism, Animism, the whole works in a package here — interesting. Then here I am in the fullness of my ego. Built a house in the backwoods on a hill. A couple of clowns stirred me into action last year, so on the internet here I am — try to deal with it.
Snap snap goes the rap, Spout some shit — I'll pop a cap. When I see you set a trap, I'll point it out — I'll call your crap.
So all of this is a bit rough and raw — that's the nature of the game called life. I just call it as I see it...