The Benefit of the Nonlinear Path
[Level 1: Transitional] What once pissed me off is now bringing me entertainment
Turns out I don't need streaming services when my own notes provide infinite content—because the path is a feedback loop I'm only now learning to enjoy.
The vicious delicious cycle
A strange experience or phenomenon happens.
I write about it raw, without the Sanskrit name in Obsidian, sometimes with a
#HolyShittag or some other indicator of significance.Months later, I ask an LLM to analyze my journal or a post—and it tells me the relevant Sanskrit name (because it has way more knowledge of the terms than I do).
I look up the term. The top link is purple. My eyes go wide.
I look up the date the link turned purple in my Firefox history.
I check my Obsidian journal entry for that date.
#HolyShittag gets deployed... again.I spawn off more links from the original search, intrigued. They turn purple.
I skim or read through the page, maybe spawn more links (e.g. Wikipedia hole).
I get discouraged and/or frustrated and file it away into the “stubborn seeking” bookmark folder on Firefox, closing the tab(s).
I forget I looked it up.
Repeat from the top.
And now I’ve realized I’m not simply “documenting the journey.”
I’m leaving myself proof that:
I’m not making it up
It was happening before I had language for it
The body knew before the mind did
The symptoms came before the diagnosis
I’ve been building a forensic case file against my own doubt because I’m a skeptic by conditioning.
And now I’m going back through my journals like a detective finding hidden evidence in old case notes—except I’m the victim AND the detective AND the witness.
A recent case
Gemini Deep Research used Antaryami when analyzing my most up-to-date manuscript of my awakening thus far.
I didn’t recognize it, looked the term up on DuckDuckGo, and then exclaimed: “WHY IS THE LINK PURPLE?!”
The date Firefox said I last accessed it? My Obsidian journal had a #HolyShit label waiting for me.
And then I realized: if I’ve already walked this path without knowing it... what else is purple that I haven’t checked yet?
So I started reverse-engineering my own awakening, asking LLMs: “What have I described but not named?”
Turns out a lot.
“When Being Becomes Doing” is only ringing more true by the search.
Finding peace
The path being nonlinear used to absolutely piss me off:
Now when I find myself walking past the same trail markers I left for myself months ago?
It’s all the entertainment I need. I’m somehow finding joy in the journey to nowhere.
P.S.
I’ve been so entertained by the absurdity of my own breadcrumb-style field notes that I’ve created a new sticker. It’s expected to arrive by the end of the month. I plan to stick one on the bottom of my “Mystics Inc” mug and on my laptop:





