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A lonely journey…

A lonely journey…

by | Jun 10, 2025

“Institutionalized religions, considered from their historical formation, are founded on a misunderstanding that not only runs through them, but constitutes them from their very foundations. When confronted with mystery, the disciples were unable to sustain the tension of a quest that demanded solitude, silence, surrender, and radical exposure. Unable to inhabit that wilderness, they sought in the proximity of others the illusion of a certainty they could not yet find in their own experience. They confused closeness with clarity, group cohesion with a lucidity that can only be achieved individually. They clung to each other like blind people who, holding hands, imagine that contact can replace vision, clarity. From there, from that impulse to alleviate vertigo, arose the institutional machinery of the sacred: temples, doctrines, theologies, superstitions, beliefs, hierarchies, and authority. Not as the natural unfolding of a shared truth, but as protection against the impossible to define.
However, truth does not circulate through accumulation or contagion. It is not inherited, transferred, or sustained by numbers. Its appearance is always singular, unrepeatable, and belongs to the non-transferable realm of the inner self. It is not born of the relationship between disciples, but of the fire that each one, in the solitude of their presence before the master, decides to light—or not. For this reason, it is imprecise to speak of community or collectivity in this context. There is no established brotherhood among disciples, but merely a convergence. They are not linked horizontally, but share a direction. They advance separately, without proclamation, guided by a common light that is not shared, even though they all walk toward it. And if they cross paths on that journey, they do not hold back: they recognize each other, perhaps smile, and continue on their way. There is no bond that ties them together, no form that organizes them. What remains is a discreet, real resonance that does not fix identities or raise emblems. Only that deserves the name sacred. Everything else—systems, creeds, institutions, doctrines, hierarchies—is administration wrapped in fervor. It is only domination and control disguised as spirituality or religious enthusiasm.
The true disciple does not found organizations. He does not build structures, institute traditions, or leave schools or organizations. His last gesture is simply to disappear.”
Prabhuji
That inevitable loneliness…

That inevitable loneliness…

by | Jun 9, 2025

“Perhaps you share your life with someone: a space, a bed, habits that are part of your routine, gestures that mark the passing of the days. Perhaps you live with voices that call your name, with presences that surround you, with bonds that, through repetition, seem unbreakable. Perhaps you laugh with others, respond to messages, fulfill what is expected of you. And yet—and perhaps precisely because of this—you live alone. Not because you lack relationships, but because there is a radical impossibility for someone else to inhabit your being. Your uniqueness does not allow for occupation. That internal, irreducible space cannot be transferred or shared.
No one perceives the world from your point of view. No one experiences your exhaustion with your exact weight. No one thinks your thoughts with your cadence, your way of falling silent, your way of stopping. No one feels your heart and its emotions. You can live with someone for decades without ever knowing what dreams wake them up, what silences stop them in their tracks. You can love someone intensely and yet never reach the exact core where their pain takes shape. This is not a lack of affection, but a structure. Loneliness is not a dysfunction of the human condition: it is its core. We are not what we show. Nor are we what we express. We are that which resists all translation.
And yet we insist on denying the obvious. We equate closeness with understanding. We project onto others the fantasy that they are our shelter, our reflection, our company, our protection, our guarantee. We expect those who love us to intuit our needs, decipher our absences, interpret our silences, feel our feelings. We behave as if loving meant accessing a higher form of knowledge. But no such faculty exists.
What we call love is often a dance between two solitudes that, at their best, learn not to invade each other. Sometimes they meet, and other times they simply coincide. Accepting that we are strangers is not the same as giving up.
It is a form of clarity. Abandoning the illusion of being understood means giving up a childish expectation: that of being saved. No one is coming. And that realization is not tragic… it is liberating. As long as you wait for someone else to fill your voids, you will continue to deny that those voids are yours. That the loneliness that constitutes you is not a mistake: it is your true form… your most real outline.
You have tried to silence it. You have resorted to noise, acceleration, hedonism, compulsive attachments. Not out of desire, but out of fear. Not out of openness, but out of evasion. But that loneliness you call a burden is not a condemnation, it is a certainty. It is the beginning of every search that aspires not to lie to itself. Only when you stop running away from yourself can the true encounter begin.
We are inevitably strangers. It is not a matter of suppressing that distance, nor of forcing a union that denies it. It is about inhabiting the separation, recognizing it without drama. Offering it to the other without asking them to eliminate it. It is unreasonable to expect to be rescued from our loneliness. No one can do that, not even for themselves.
When this truth is no longer resisted, its texture changes. What once seemed like a burden becomes an opening.”
Prabhuji