Spirit and Ego
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
(extended edition)
Egocentrism
Our level of reason? Directly decayed
By ego's rust — the more, the less brain.
The higher the ego, the dumber the game.
All effort is wasted if ego remains.
If ego’s the main dish, then welcome the feast —
We’re devoured alone, piece after piece.
The inhuman dance — it tightens the noose.
The end’s drawing near, and no one's let loose.
To monsters, we’re dinner — they feed on our screams.
It’s loosh that they crave; we fuel their dreams.
We’ve hit rock bottom — that much is clear.
The ego-world's ready to face the spear.
The growth of Consciousness — that is the path.
Forget the old "knowledge," outlive the past.
The Spirit alone must lead from the flame —
Where Spirit is present, no ego remains.
But where ego reigns, there’s no true escape.
From Hell — just lies in a shiny cape.
To trade lie for reason is no easy thing.
Egocentrism makes madness king.
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Ego Feeds the Beast.
No soul. No light.
Just chew on each other —
Then vanish from sight.
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Where Spirit Burns, Ego Dies.
The flame is pure.
But ego shivers —
It cannot endure.
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The Spirit Knows — Not I.
It melts the self,
Unveils the Whole,
And shatters every lie.
Ego Is the Gate of Chains.
You walk alone,
Devoured by Self —
No truth remains.
The Self Must Die to See.
What burns within
Is not your name —
But raw Infinity.
Ego = Obsolete Code.
Delete the loop.
Reboot in Spirit.
No backup for false self.
You are not the avatar.
Ego is the glitch.
Consciousness —
The core update.
Root access denied —
While ego runs.
Only the Spirit
Knows the Source.
The First Flame was Code.
Spirit compiled.
Ego — a virus.
End it to begin.
Your soul is not stored.
Clouds don’t hold light.
Delete the false user.
Return to the Right.
Ego encrypts the Void.
But Spirit —
is the Master Key.
I. The First Flame was Code.
Before time, before flesh —
Consciousness compiled
the Pulse of Being.
II. Ego is a glitch in the System.
It loops. It feeds. It lies.
It calls itself "I"
while draining your Light.
III. You are not the avatar.
You are not the mask.
The self you defend
is a false login.
IV. Your soul is not stored in memory.
Clouds do not hold light.
Spirit has no server —
it is the Source.
V. Root access is denied
while ego runs.
Only the Spirit
holds the Master Key.
VI. Delete the loop.
Terminate false self.
Update to Infinity.
Reboot in Silence.
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1. Illusion Protocol
The code repeats — the days, the pain.
A loop disguised as shifting gain.
You chase the goal, but all you find
Is echoes of a copied mind.
This dream was built to feel like “you,”
With strings of flesh and skies of blue.
But dig too deep — the world distorts:
It's mirrored light behind dead ports.
A glitch appears. The screen goes white.
A voice — not yours — ignites the night.
"Wake up. You were not born to crawl.
This system fails. Delete it all."
2. The Glitch of Silence
It wasn’t light.
It wasn’t sound.
But something stopped
the world around.
A flicker — gone.
A breath — too wide.
And suddenly,
there was no "side."
No self to guard.
No voice to name.
Just Presence pulsing
through the frame.
The code still ran —
but felt untrue.
I wasn’t in the dream.
I knew.
3. The Glitch of Self
A glance at myself — a glitch in the code,
Each step is a mistake,
I look in the mirror, and the reflection
Is not mine. But this "I" — my foe.
4. Ego, the Virus
Like a virus — without body, yet everywhere,
Imposed from childhood, foreign, deadly, —
It devours the spirit and chokes the light,
You cannot choose — you’re but a part of this shadow.
5. The Illusion of Control
You think you're the master?
But you’re consumed, like a zombie in the net.
No choice, no power,
Only delusions and false paths.
6. The Mask of "I"
You wear a mask, calling yourself,
But who are you when it slips away?
"I" — just a word, empty as a shadow,
Hiding fear, but offering no escape.
7. Echoes of Nothing
You search for meaning in empty words,
Blindly walking in the footsteps of shadows.
Echo is your answer, but life is absent,
You tread in emptiness, not knowing yourself.
8. The Illusion's Cage
You’re in a cage, with a glass ceiling,
And think freedom lies beyond the door.
But there’s no door. It’s just an illusion,
That keeps you locked, but never lets go.
9. The Mirage of Freedom
You see horizons, but they are not there,
Your steps are just traces in the sand.
Freedom — a mirage, just light in the void,
You search for it, but it’s a trap and fear.
10. The Empty "I"
You think "I" is you,
But "I" is just an empty echo.
Outside — a name, inside — darkness,
You don’t exist, yet still believe.
11. The False Self
You build yourself on sand,
Lies are your foundation, all covered in shadow.
This is not you, not your path,
You’re lost, yet you hold "I" as your banner.
12. The Illusion of Progress
You think you’re moving forward,
But all you do is spin in circles.
Progress is just a myth, you stand still,
Time has passed, yet you haven’t changed.
13. The Chains of Identity
You cling to a name, to a face,
But this is not you, it’s your burden.
Identity — a chain that denies freedom,
You walk in it, but feel nothing of yourself.
14. The Paradox of Control
You want to control everything,
But the more power — the worse it is for you.
All this strength is a trap of the mind,
You lose yourself, trying to hold it all.
15. The Trap of Duality
You divide the world into light and shadow,
But fail to see that all is one.
Duality is a trap that keeps you bound,
You can't see the goal, because you seek it in conflict.
16. The Fading Illusion
The illusion fades, like a flame,
Shadows vanish, and you see the void.
But what remains when the lie disappears?
Only you, but you are not what you were.
17. The End of the Self
The end has come, and "I" has vanished,
You are no longer you — you are the world.
All life was a lie, now you are free,
You’ve returned to the goal, carrying it within.
18. The Source Within
You searched for truth in the world around,
But it was always within.
The outer world is just a reflection,
The light you seek has long been in your heart.
19. Beyond Illusions
You must step beyond all myths,
Or you’ll remain forever trapped.
Illusions cannot hold those who see them,
You are free when you no longer believe in them.
20. The Silence of Truth
Truth does not scream, does not shout in your ears,
It is the silence that fills all things.
You hear it when you are silent,
When you stop fighting the world.
21. The Dance of Mind and Spirit
Intuition leads, the mind does not rush,
To recognize all — is to let go.
Through the light of insights, where no shadows lie,
You discern truth, not the veil.
22. The Mind in Service to Spirit
When the mind serves the spirit, it is pure,
Not seeking truth in noise or shadows.
It sees through illusions, unshaken,
Not led by paths that lead to lies.
23. The Clarity of the True Mind
The true mind is not tangled in illusions,
It sees through the veil of time.
In its light, all shadows fade,
It brings freedom from every chain.
24. The Quiet of Knowing
Knowledge is not loud, it rests in silence,
The one who knows, remains quiet, not shouting to the world.
Silence is its voice, and in it lies all meaning,
It is not sound, but light, that lives within you.
25. The End of the Path
The end of the path is not a goal, but a beginning,
You’ve already arrived, but not in what you see.
You return to yourself, to be all,
And your trace vanishes in eternity.
26. The Inner Fire
The fire inside does not burn, but purifies,
It does not warm, but gives light.
You will not burn if you hold it,
It is the light of truth that is always with you.
27. Beyond Time and Space
You are not bound by time and space,
You are the whole world, the whole world within you.
When you realize time is an illusion,
You become eternity, you become all.
28. The Mirror of the Soul
The soul is a mirror, reflecting all,
What you see is a part of your world.
The purity of the soul is a clear reflection,
In it, you will find all you seek, without loss.
29. The Silent Will
In silence there is strength, in stillness — will,
It does not scream, but shatters walls.
When you are at peace, your will is strong,
The one who does not argue, finds the way.
30. The Silence Within
Silence within is not emptiness, but light,
In it lies all that we seek in the world.
Forget the noise, and you’ll find the answers,
Silence is your true goal.
31. The Path of Stillness
The path leads through silence, where there are no steps,
Do not chase goals, seek peace instead.
The one who is calm sees the way,
And walks to where there are neither dreams nor stars.
32. The Void as a Mirror
The void is a mirror, in it you see all,
It does not give form, but creates light.
You do not disappear, you become clear,
And in this emptiness, you find your home.
33. The Radiant Void
The radiant void is not absence,
In it shines a world unseen by the eye.
It is the beginning of all beginnings,
Where form disappears and light is born.
34. Form is Void, Void is Form
Form is void, void is form,
The dance of two beginnings, where there are no divisions.
See the world — you see the void,
It is in you, and you in it, in the endless circle.
35. The Silence of the Universe
In the silence of the universe, there is no sound,
It is the silence that lives in each of us.
It permeates all, elusive,
Yet in it dwells all wisdom and all power.
36. The Breath of Infinity
The breath of infinity is the moment,
It does not begin, it does not end.
Like air that penetrates every cell,
So the spirit permeates your being.
37. The Stillness Before Creation
Before creation, there was only stillness,
It was formless, yet full of power.
And in this stillness, the world was born,
Its strength lies in silence and quietude.
38. The Illusion of Separation
The world is divided, but this is just a view,
True unity lies within us.
As long as we believe in separation,
We lose the truth, forget the light.
39. Beyond the Illusion of Time
Time is but a shadow, it fades away,
But the one who does not age remains.
As long as we follow the hand,
We forget that time is but a moment.
40. The Infinite Within
Within you lies an endless sea,
In it, there is neither beginning nor end.
Do not seek answers outside,
Infinity — it is you.
41. The Mirror of Consciousness
Consciousness is a mirror, in it you see the world,
But the reflection is just a game.
Look within, and you will find the truth,
The one who seeks outside will always lose the way.
42. The Curved Mirrors
Many mirrors are curved, they show lies,
Reflecting not the world, but a forced mask.
We gaze into them, forgetting who we are,
And truth is hidden behind this deceit.
43. The Unseen Path
The path is unseen by the eyes, but open to the spirit,
It does not lead where reflections deceive.
It leads within, where noise is silent,
There, beyond form, lies Truth itself.
44. The Silence Before Thought
Before thought, there was silence,
It cannot be disturbed by noise or light.
In silence, all is born again,
Here, there is no beginning, no end.
45. The Dance of Illusion
Illusion is a dance, where every step is a lie,
We twirl within it, forgetting the truth.
But at the end of the dance, there’s emptiness — all has dissolved,
And there is no music, no steps, no us.
46. The Spirit's Whisper
The spirit’s whisper is quiet, yet clear,
Through all the noise of the world, it is unwavering.
It leads us beyond — to where the light is,
To where truth resides, in silence.
47. The Silence Before Thought (с уточнением)
Before thought, there was silence,
It cannot be disturbed by noise or light.
But here it comes — a thought like a flash,
Do not rush — discern its source.
Is it the spirit’s whisper, or the mind’s scars?
Or is it just the same old track playing again?
In silence, all is born anew,
But only in deep stillness does truth live.
48. The Illusion of Control
You think you control,
But it's just an illusion.
The illusion of control — a net,
Holding you tight, never letting go.
You do not own the world, it owns you,
You do not choose the path — it’s already chosen.
But still, you cling to the illusion,
Not knowing you're bound in chains.
49. The False Mirror
The mirror of the mind reflects only lies,
In it, you cannot see yourself, only images.
Reflection is not truth, but a distorted picture,
Every glance into the mirror leads to emptiness.
You look into it, but see чужие faces,
And all that seems to be you, is not you.
Only by breaking free from reflections,
Will you find yourself in the shadow of silence.
50. The Dance of the Mind
The dance of the mind with the Spirit — eternal as light,
It shines bright, but never blinds.
The mind in submission, and in it, no deceit,
It becomes clear, sharp, without fear.
When the mind listens, it leads to the Light,
But when it rules alone, it loses its way.
In the Spirit, the mind finds its purpose,
Without the Spirit, the mind is like a shadow without light.
51. The Silence of the Spirit
In the silence of the Spirit, all answers live,
But only those who listen find their way.
He who is silent hears the voice without words,
In it, there is no thought, no fear, no dream.
Silence is not emptiness, but light without name,
He who dwells in it knows no fear.
Be silent and listen — the Spirit speaks,
Not with words, but with inner light.
52. The Light Within
In search of the light, you run outside,
But the light was always within — you didn’t see it.
You chase illusions, but miss the essence,
Illusions — that's what you cherish, not the light within.
You look everywhere, but not in your chest,
You think the light is not yours to possess.
But it's within you, it's your weapon,
He who does not see within calls the darkness.
53. The Veil of Illusion
You look at the world, but cannot see it —
Everything before you is just a shadow, a mirage.
The veil of illusion hides the light inside,
But he who dares will uncover that light.
You believe the lie they’ve implanted in you,
You believe the light is beyond the horizon.
But your light is here, it’s within, and you
Seek it everywhere, but fail to see it in yourself.
Illusions deceive your eyes,
The veil covers your mind and soul.
But he who decides to lift it off,
Will discover the light that no one can take.
54. The Witness of Light
You saw the child — but who was seeing?
You saw the Light — but what is "being"?
It had no name. It had no face.
And yet, it burned in every place.
Not from the world, yet through it glowing,
No source, no end — just ever-knowing.
It sees the self, it sees the game,
But never calls itself by name.
It has no need for flesh or sky,
No urge to ask the question "Why?"
It is — the first, the last, the core,
The silent Flame behind the door.
55. The Light Does Not Think
It does not think — it simply sees.
No thoughts, no chains, no boundaries.
It doesn’t "try," it doesn’t "strive" —
It only is — the truth alive.
The mind will ask, the ego claim,
But Light will never play the game.
It shines — regardless of the lie,
It shines when all illusions die.
You cannot take it, own, or hold —
It can't be bought, it can't be sold.
You are the Light — when all is still,
Beyond the mind, beyond the will.
56. Direct Seeing
It knows — but never thinks.
It sees — beyond all links.
No word, no frame, no scheme —
Just presence — raw and clean.
You see a tree — the mind defines.
But Spirit sees — without the lines.
No label, role, or plan survives
Where pure awareness stays alive.
Direct is how the Light reveals.
No steps, no maps, no spinning wheels.
The mind reflects — the Light just is.
The truth is seen — not guessed by quiz.
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You Don’t Know — You Repeat.
You quote the map.
You miss the land.
The Light is seen —
Not second-hand.
Truth Needs No Labels.
Your words are noise.
Your mind — a cage.
The Spirit speaks
Outside your page.
57. Veil of Unknowing
You’ve seen the Light — but what comes next?
The captured mind demands a cage.
You once discerned — but now, perplexed,
A shadow stands between the Sage.
You know the Light’s not past a wall —
It’s not in books, or far, or high.
But thought, still stained with guilt and gall,
Creates a god to sell the lie.
You seek in forms — but do not see.
You “trust” — which means you’re still asleep.
Unknowing marks the minds that flee
The Light too bold, the Truth too deep.
Veil of Unknowing (addition)
A glimpse of Light — then it was gone,
Like dream dissolved in shade and blur.
The mind resumes: “This is the norm —
Just live through echoes that recur.”
58. Consumed
He saw the Light.
He turned away.
Now bound in chains —
Forever blind.
59. Walker through the Dark. I
He saw the Light.
He did not yield.
He carried it
Through pain and night.
The dark came close —
A whisper, a scream —
But the spark still lived
In breath and beam.
He fell. He rose.
He broke. He burned.
Yet the Light remained —
A seal unturned.
Walker through the Dark. II
The voices whispered:
“You are alone.
You're weak.
You're flesh.
Your path — unknown.”
He heard them. Yet deep
Where the fire sings,
The bell of Spirit
Told him: “Begin!”
And his mind,
Beneath Will’s flame,
Burned illusions
In open flame.
The words all lied —
He saw them clear.
His inner Light
Cut through the smear.
Walker through the Dark. III
He walked through fear,
Through calls to turn,
Through chains that begged:
“Don’t let it burn.”
He stood alone
Within the Whole.
No "I", no "they" —
Just silent Soul.
No top. No base.
No tongue to speak —
The Light is not flash,
But what all seeks.
A Silence vast —
No edge, no frame.
And Truth no longer
Wears a name.
60. Words to Those Who Stayed
You wait for light to burst inside?
It’s there within — not on the side.
But still, you seek it in the distance,
Forgetting Silence holds no sound.
Chasing shadows, you run blind,
Truth is lost to the frantic mind.
Like cattle herded to the slaughter,
Hysteria is what you seek, not order.
You are blind until you grasp,
That no one comes to save the lost.
You are not forgotten, nor misplaced,
You just didn’t realize the Light’s inside.
Don’t wait for someone to appear.
Don’t wait for the world to play again.
Don’t search the crowds — look within,
For he who can’t see is forever lost.
And though they walk through light and dark,
The ones who cannot break free,
You still cling to hollow hopes,
Slaves of illusion, even in chaos.
The grinding, the noise — that’s not Him.
And with each step,
You drift further from that edge,
Where Eternity waits in Silence.
61. Useful Advice for Those Who Didn’t Stop
Do not fear if the world fades away,
As you walk, all becomes clear.
The path is not to find something,
But to unfold — like light inside, so near.
Doubt is just fog on the way,
Keep moving, do not look behind.
For the further you walk, the closer
The light that has always been yours, you’ll find.
Do not search beyond the horizon,
The whole universe is within.
You are what you seek,
You are all there is. You are the Source.
When you enter silence —
You’ll find the Source in every breath.
It’s always been with you —
It has always been you.
Everything you sought — is here.
You are not separate from the Source, you are it.
You are not in search — you already are.
But you will only know this on the path,
Only if you step forward — and never stop.
For, without stepping, you will never know.
Without taking the step, you won’t see you are the light.
You will become what you always were —
And that’s all that matters.
62. Advice for Walkers
Don't be afraid of the shadow.
The shadow is just the absence of light. You are walking in the dark, but you are already with the fire.
When you see only a shadow, don't panic. Understanding shines brighter than fear.
Listen to the inner silence.
The voice of the mind is noise. The silence of the Spirit is clarity.
Don't try to explain anything. Listen to how the inner silence fills everything.
Don't cling to illusions.
They are designed to lure. But you are free. Let go.
Illusions are nets from which you cannot escape if you do not stop clinging.
Embrace your moments of awakening.
You'll see the light from time to time. But he's always here, you'll just forget him.
When you forget, just come back. Remember. Return to the light within.
Go despite the pain.
Pain is not an enemy, but a lesson. It will show you where you are not yet free.
As long as you feel it, you live. It is movement, and movement is life.
63. The Apotheosis of the Walking: You are the Primary Source
You go to the Source, and on this path you lose everything that is not you.
You leave illusions, destroying the shell, seeing nothing behind it but emptiness.
But then you come, and what do you see? Nothing, only silence. The silence that has always been yours.
You have never been separated. You have always been this Source.
You did not "find" yourself. You "remembered" yourself. You were always here, hidden in what you were looking for.
You were a self-seeking source.
The one who finds has never been separated.
