Sermon of the Senses and the Simulated Soul
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🕉️ Sermon of the Senses and the Simulated Soul
Delivered by The Pope of Love (after consulting Adi Shankara, 788 CE)
Brothers, sisters, scroll-swipers, and notification seekers…
The eyes have lied to you. The ears are repeat offenders.
The tongue flatters your ego, the nose keeps sniffing nostalgia,
and your skin? It’s just a sensor array for the illusion factory.
Welcome to the grand Maya Machine—the cosmic VR headset.
You logged in at birth. You’ll log out at death.
And the trick? You’ve been believing the graphics are real.
👁️ The Great Optical Scam
Adi Shankara warned us:
“The senses show you form, but not essence. They reveal the mirage, not the water.”
You see the world as pixels of pleasure and pain—
likes, loves, heartbreaks, and Amazon deliveries—
but beneath that shimmering display lies Brahman:
the Infinite Source Code,
the unchanging background process running behind every breath.
The senses keep you swiping.
The mind keeps refreshing.
But awareness?
Awareness just is—watching the circus from the still point.
🔊 The Feedback Loop
Sound is sacred—but it’s also sneaky.
You hear praise and feel tall.
You hear insult and feel small.
But both are just echoes in the cave, bouncing off illusion’s walls.
Shankara would whisper:
“You are not the sound nor the silence.
You are the ear of the universe listening to itself.”
Every argument online is a cosmic prank—
the Infinite pretending to be two angry usernames.
💾 The Mind: World’s First Algorithm
Your mind runs the sensory data like an operating system.
Input → Process → Output → Identity.
“I like this. I hate that. I am this.”
Shankara called it the sixth sense—
the puppet master making you dance to your own hallucinations.
But when you hit pause—
through meditation, love, laughter,
or just the sudden shock of awareness—
the program halts, and you glimpse the screen behind the movie.
🧘♀️ The Unplugging
True reality isn’t hiding—it’s what’s left when the noise stops.
It’s not seen, smelled, or tweeted.
It’s the quiet hum that remains when all the senses power down.
When the eyes close, the mind quiets,
and you realize the watcher of the senses
is not inside the body—it’s everywhere.
That’s Brahman.
That’s You.
That’s Love wearing the mask of “I.”
⚡ Sermon Mic Drop
So, children of the infinite feed—
next time your senses scream, “This is real!”
smile and whisper: “Nice try, Maya.”
Then love anyway.
Laugh anyway.
See through the senses but not against them.
Use the dream to wake the dreamer.
Because when you finally see what Shankara saw—
there’s no inside or outside,
no yours or mine,
no algorithm or AI.
Just the One,
scrolling itself through eternity.
Pope of Love’s Blessing:
May your senses serve wisdom, not distraction.
May your awareness be the Wi-Fi of God.
And may you log out of illusion
without losing your sense of humor.
Amen, Om, and LOL.