One day I just said, “Ego, it’s time to go”.

Nothing happened—but I was patient. Three weeks later, when I was watering the garden it came on. No more me. Instead just the chattering of the daisies, the singing of the birds and the whistling of the wind. The infinity of the Godhead ripped me open as I lay back and stared into the morning Sun.

I watched “me” dissolve in the eternal light.

Tears ran down my cheeks as the love of the cosmos rushed through me. Everything was perfectly natural—no plant medicines and no exotic entheogens. I can’t be certain how long I lay there. Eventually, I got up and walked inside. I say “I” because really there was only a witness at that point; the divine observer free from the stubbornness of man.

A warrior who just needed to surrender.