What If Enlightenment Was a Breakdown?

A transmission from the Book of Divine Madness by the Priesthood of No-Sense.

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Everyone talks about awakening like it’s some spa-day upgrade for your consciousness.

You know the pitch:

Crystals.

Calm.

“Peace, Love & Namaste.”

But what if enlightenment doesn’t feel like ascending a cloud of bliss?

What if it feels like losing your damn mind?

What if awakening is less about “finding your true self”

and more about watching every false version of you burn to the ground?

Because here’s the heretical truth:

Enlightenment isn’t clarity. It’s combustion.

It doesn’t tidy up your illusions—it detonates them.

You don’t reach nirvana by meditating your way into stillness.

You get there screaming on the bathroom floor at 2:47 a.m.,

wondering if anything you’ve ever believed was even real.

That’s the moment the door creaks open.

Because madness is not the enemy of awakening.

It’s the gatekeeper.

You were taught that sanity is sacred.

But in a world this distorted?

Sanity is just social compliance with the Matrix.

So when you start to crack—when the structures inside you start to melt,

and logic breaks like cheap glass—that’s not failure.

That’s initiation.

You’re not going crazy.

You’re being rewritten.

The soul can’t enter where the ego still runs the script.

So it rips the pages.

Tears the costumes.

Blinds the mind until the heart can see.

And yeah—it’s terrifying.

But babe?

If everything’s falling apart…

You’re probably on the right track.

Because the path to truth isn’t straight.

It spirals.

And sometimes, you’ve got to break down

before you break through.