Ego Death Quotes

“The moment you become aware of the ego in you, it is strictly speaking no longer the ego, but just an old, conditioned mind-pattern. Ego implies unawareness. Awareness and ego cannot coexist.”
― Eckhart Tolle

“Personal growth commences with an ego death. Self-pride blunts personal growth because the ego resists change. The ego wants to maintain the status quo by holding onto false notions of the self. The ego desires me to see all of my failures as someone else’s fault.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“I am everything – information, a noun.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“You have to be truly humble and pure when you are seeking God. If you lack humility, you will never find God, you will only find yourself.”
― Ajhan Samvara

“What I find hilarious is that these people looking for ego death, who want to become so enlightened are usually those with the most enormous egos. The huge egos seeking the egolessness, in order to show off how enlightened they are, all they want is to post on social media or write books about their journey. They actually want to find in it a way to seem selfless while still getting some selfish pleasure out of it. And then they have the guts to lecture you on selflessness!”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights

“There’s nothing to *believe*.
Only when I quit believing in myself
did I come into this beauty.”
― Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“I get caught in a hell-world of some sort. In the initial phase, I’m aware of and merging with a kind of network of light, with a sense that this network or fabric contains all possibilities of experience. Each point of light represents a human experience, like what the Buddhists call a “seed-thought”. One of these points could be “fear of dying.” Things change so quickly, that this fear-seed usually doesn’t develop into a full-blown panic state. But if I get fixated on it, or resist letting it pass, I get stuck and the movement stops. The shimmering network freezes and congeals: it becomes brittle, harsh and glaring, like steel wires and bands. It closes in on me, like an immense spider’s web, tighter and tighter, as in Stan Grof ’s description of BPM-II. There is dread and terror associated with it and it can develop into a fullblown hallucination of a hell-realm. (These can occur with psilocybe mushrooms and LSD, too). It’s a fully developed hell, with demons torturing me, reminiscent of concentration camp accounts or the torture chambers of the Inquisition. It has a historical feel to it, as if I’m a participant-observer of collective human history, since I know these are not personal memories from my life. Being aware of the possibility of such hellish experiences and centering preparation would definitely reduce the chances of getting stuck in them (RM).”
― Ralph Metzner, The Toad and the Jaguar

“I lost all contact with the surrounding world, which completely disappeared…The awareness of my everyday existence, my name, my whereabouts and my life disappeared… I tried hard to remind myself of the existence of the realities I used to know, but they suddenly did not make any sense… There was no biographical or transpersonal content, images, archetypes…none of these dimensions seemed to exist, let alone manifest. I had no concepts, no categories for what I was witnessing (Grof, Stanislav. When the Impossible Happens. Boulder, CO: Sounds True, Inc. 2006).”
― Ralph Metzner, The Toad and the Jaguar

“My only reality was a mass of radiant swirling energy of immense proportions that seemed to contain all existence in a condensed and entirely abstract form. I became Consciousness facing the Absolute. It had the brightness of myriad suns, yet it was not on the same continuum with any light I knew from everyday life. It seemed to be pure consciousness, intelligence, and creative energy transcending all polarities. It was infinite and finite, divine and demonic, terrifying and ecstatic, creative and destructive…My ordinary identity was shattered and dissolved; I became one with the Source. I retrospect, I believe I must have experienced the Dharmakaya, the Primary Clear Light, which according to the Tibetan Book of the Dead, appears at the moment of our death (Grof, Stanislav. When the Impossible Happens. Boulder, CO: Sounds True, Inc. 2006).”
― Ralph Metzner, The Toad and the Jaguar

“…Some timeless time later, dreamlike images began to emerge, the solar system, the Earth…the last to emerge was the sense of my everyday identity and awareness of my present life. I was sure that I had taken a dose that was excessive and that I was actually dying… I believed I was experiencing the bardo, the intermediate state before my rebirth in the next incarnation. Then I was seeing and experiencing many scenes from my past lives, playing out karmic history in my body but at the same time in a state of profound bliss, completely detached from these dramas (Grof, Stanislav. When the Impossible Happens. Boulder, CO: Sounds True, Inc. 2006).”
― Ralph Metzner, The Toad and the Jaguar

“All the elements were there: the frozen feeling bubbling up and permeating my body like quantum foam fizzing up to engulf the fragmenting mind, the feeling of acceleration, my dissolving self urging me to let go, to surrender, as I was sucked into the visionary maelstrom. … The experience was far more austere (than in the earlier trials – ed.) Reality is a hallucination generated by the brain to help make sense of our being; it is made of fragments of memory, associations, ideas, people you remember, dreams you’ve had, things you’ve read and seen, all of which is somehow blended and extruded into something resembling a coherent conscious narrative, the hallucination we call “experience.” Dimethyltryptamine rips back the curtain to show the raw data before it has been processed and massaged. There is no comforting fiction of coherent consciousness; one confronts the mindless hammering of frenzied neurochemistry (McKenna, Dennis. The Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss – My Life with Terence McKenna. St. Cloud, MN: North Star Press, 2012, p. 160).”
― Ralph Metzner, The Toad and the Jaguar

“Drown your ego before it drowns you.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Ego and acceptance are two opposite ways.”
― Bikramjit Konwar

“I am, for I am not.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“I am, for I am not (Sonnet 2539)

I don't care what I am,
I don't know what I am,
I am, for I am not -
I am empty, I contain eternity.

I am not a man of faith,
I am the faith of humankind.
I am not ahead of time,
I just tick outside the clock.

I learnt nothing the traditional way,
neither sciences, nor languages,
all I did was dissolve myself,
and oceans overflowed to saturate my senses.

Yo soy, porque no soy,
I am, for I am not -
alive outside jungle books,
cattle I am not.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Naskar is when Naskar is not
(Sonnet 2550)

Ask the dust of my footsteps
on sands, where no history sleeps,
the truth of my becoming lies,
where no calendar keeps.

Ask the wind that remembers
every pilgrim who walked in flame,
it'll tell you how a mortal
outgrew the burden of name.

Ask the moon that saw my silence,
long before it witnessed my speech,
it will whisper how the cosmos
poured me truths no scriptures teach.

Ask the blaze of my trail,
if you drown in doubts or dismay -
you exist best when you exist not,
every seeker is tomorrow's yesterday.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Ask the dust of my footsteps
on sands, where no history sleeps,
the truth of my becoming lies,
where no calendar keeps.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“You exist best when you exist not.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Naskar is when Naskar is not.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“To be is not to be.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“You cannot evolve till you dissolve.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“What's left when you are gone was never here."
"What remains cannot be known. Because ther is no knower.”
― Lucas Easton, The Sacred Art of SELF-Destruction: AWAKENING

“It happens the second you leave the reservation. Not for a vacation. Not for a resort where they speak English and bring you drinks with little umbrellas. The world stops being a globe sitting on a teacher’s desk and becomes a living, breathing, bleeding animal. You see how big it is. You see how terrifyingly small you are.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“Honestly? I actually prefer to be a little intellectually intimidated by the women I love.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“I want to look into her eyes and feel utterly, comprehensively outmatched.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“Every time you say 'yes' when you mean 'no,' you put a bullet in the head of the real you.

You’re stacking bodies in the basement,

The dreamer, the rebel, the romantic... you took them out back and shot them like Old Yeller because they were too loud for the dinner party.

Now you’re civilized. You’re polite. And you’re the only one left alive in a house full of ghosts.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“How paradoxical of her to understand and misunderstand me at the same time. It drives me mad.

I am inside her head, but I am utterly incapable of being in her life.

We are best friends in the gutter and total strangers in the light.

It’s the closest I’ve ever been to anyone, honestly
I feel like I’m yelling at her from the moon.

Nobody has ever felt so close yet distant.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“My love language is a a barrage of highly inappropriate dangerous questions.

I don't want the polite fiction of your day.

Because I am absolutely fascinated by the beautiful, tangled, chaotic mess inside your head.

I want to know what you think about at 3 AM when the world goes quiet and the anxiety creeps in.

So, Tell me about all the terrible, wonderful things you feel and never say out loud.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“So, somebody asked me the other day what’s my type is, right?

I actually prefer to be a little intellectually intimidated by the woman I love….

I want her sharp. I want her cunning. I want to look at her across the room and think, she is out of my league in ways I don't even understand yet.

I want to look into her eyes and feel utterly outmatched.

The kind of intellect that strips you bare, leaves you bleeding in the poetry of your own fucking ignorance.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“A caterpillar doesn't just grow wings to become a butterfly, its entire anatomy gets reorganized, from a crawling insect to a flying wonder, including its neural pathways, the same must happen to the tribal ape, to become a civilized human. Creation is the aftermath of combustion, enlightenment is the aftermath of annihilation.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Aşkoholic: Portrait of A Human