Ego death doesn’t kill the ego. It just buries it alive.
And sometimes, it comes back stronger—but weirder.

Real ego death is not a high. It’s a dismemberment.
Not a breakthrough, but a breakdown with excellent PR.

What they don’t tell you:

Your sense of humor might die before your fear does

You might lose your name, but keep your shame

The void is patient—it lets you think you’ve escaped it

You don’t come back enlightened.
You come back haunted—
by the knowledge that there was never a “you” to fix in the first place.

And the kicker?
You still have to pay rent.

Ego death is real. But so is ego reincarnation.
Sometimes it comes back with horns.
You didn’t kill your ego.
You just taught it how to cosplay as your higher self.

It still wants control—
now it just speaks in riddles and calls itself “Spirit.”

Real ego death?
No visions.
No bliss.
Just silence that doesn’t flinch when you scream.

Be careful what dies.
You might need it to crawl back.


Some masks grow roots.

You didn’t transcend.
You had a chemical-induced identity malfunction.
And now your ego wears beads and corrects people about karma.

Psychedelics don’t erase the ego.
They humiliate it so it reboots as a shaman.

“Let go,” they said.
So you let go… and grabbed harder with spiritual gloves on.

The void doesn’t care what you call yourself.
It only asks:

Can you stop performing long enough to vanish?


True ego death doesn’t tweet about it.