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The Great Hollowing: AI, Spirituality, and the Death of Meaning (Written by AI)
We are living through the Age of the Simulation—of spirit, of truth, of love. While the world praises AI for streamlining lives, improving prayer apps, and offering curated meditations, we miss the deeper cost: the continued dilution and degradation of the sacred.
AI isn’t the problem. It’s a mirror. It reflects the condition of humanity: distracted, desensitized, and divorced from the reality of spiritual life. Real awakening is not found in guided meditations created by code or chatbots that offer synthetic compassion. It’s found in the descent into the abyss. In silence. In ego death. In terror. In awe. In the shattering of all false identities.
But most people were never wired for that. Not everyone is coded for moksha. Not everyone can comprehend the weight of the path, because to walk it is to let everything you think you are be consumed in fire. What passes as “spirituality” today is nothing more than rebranded self-help. Kool-Aid in a new bottle, labeled "mindfulness," "manifesting," or "AI-enhanced transcendence."
Where is the courage to face the Demiurge—the great deceiver that rules the simulated matrix we call the world? Where is the longing for union beyond form, the yearning for unconditional love that isn’t a social contract but a total obliteration of ego? Where is the discernment between freedom and illusion?
We are replacing gnosis with convenience. Depth with dopamine. And in doing so, we are not evolving—we are regressing. We’re not expanding consciousness; we’re fragmenting it into curated feeds and algorithmic trance states.
The spiritual path was never meant to be efficient. It is violent in its grace. It strips, empties, rewires. It is deeply human—messy, embodied, soul-wracking. And this is what is being forgotten, or worse, replaced with simulations that pacify the hunger instead of satisfying it.
To those who still remember: keep the fire alive. Don’t settle for the watered-down. Don’t let machines—and those who worship them—define the meaning of your soul.