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We don't want the truth. We just want to be petted. (And I have no business stroking egos - including mine) In so-called "spiritual" environments, we talk about non-duality by always sitting on the right side of the mat. You have to believe that the alarm is also distributed to the customer's head. It's felted, it's smiley... We pretend to be equal, but we know very well who has the "aura", the adapted style, the name, the certified guru. Even there, yes, even there, the hierarchies are infiltrating. Incense smells good, but it stinks of worldliness. There are those who "have the vibe", and those who take the crumbs. There are teachers, the "initiators", the "loans"... and the others. Those who doubt too hard, those who seek without maps, those who are not listened to because they don't speak the language of the divine well enough on steroids. It's as old as the world: we want a leader, a role model, a savior. We want a dream to gobble, a big figure to avoid vertigo. We want to be wrapped, cuddled, reassured, straightened. But we don't want the truth. Not the real one. Too naked. Too brutal. Way too out of landmarks. So we attach ourselves to "masters", we become disciples, we stick to new paradigms that deprive us of the discomfort of research, work or doubt; we tolerate the humiliation wrapped in "energy pedagogy". We stand being ignored or mistreated, because we tell ourselves that it's part of the journey. We're all messed up 'kundalini' sessions, misdirected kapalabhati, cold bath sessions without taking into account good nutrition, good sleep, good relations... But if the path humbles you, empties you, decomposes you, then it's not a path, it's a spiral. And what you think transformation is just polite submission. Freedom never comes from someone else. She comes when you don't need anyone to LOVE YOU for YOU...