THE WALKER DISSOLVES: When the Path Eats the Pilgrim
What happens when the collective spiritual dream ends, your identity dissolves, and you realize you were the ground beneath your own feet the whole time
You’re in the swamp right now and you think you’re broken. You’re not broken. You’re molting. The spiritual path just ate you whole. And this is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
Your skin feels too tight. You can’t remember why you cared about anything last month. Your spiritual practice tastes like cardboard. People who “got you” now sound like elevator music. You’re walking around your own life like a confused extra on the wrong movie set.
Welcome to the dissolution. Here’s what’s actually happening: The pilgrim is dissolving. The path is eating her for breakfast.
You know how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly? Inside that cocoon, it doesn’t “transform”: it dissolves into genetic soup. Just... primordial goo. And THEN reassembles. You’re the soup right now. And yeah, it’s gross. But it’s WORKING.
The entire “I’m on a journey” narrative is collapsing. Because seeking was ju…
