INTRO: JULES WINNFIELD, COCKTAIL IN HAND AT “TIKI & FURY,” HERE TO DROP SOME HEAT
What’s up, you sons of bitches? Here I am, Jules Winnfield, ready to drop some truth that’s gonna sting. I’m kicking back in a chair at a bar called “Tiki & Fury,” a place that’s as goddamn cool as its name. I’ve got a cocktail in hand that could win an award for the ridiculous number of paper umbrellas stuck in it. And in the background, James Brown is setting the vibe with his classic “Get on the Good Foot,” while the sun’s shining in my face, reminding me there’s more to life than meditating on a mountaintop.
But today, I’m not just here to soak up the fucking luxury of life. I’m here to talk about some shit that’s been pissing me off: spiritual ego. Yeah, that garbage that turns people into “enlightened” assholes who think just because they do a few yoga poses and say “Namaste,” they’re the goddamn guardians of world peace.
You know how Saturno and I roll, motherfuckers—we don’t bite our tongues, not even for a paycheck. And you know what else? A lot of people hit me up in private, or tell me face-to-face, saying they can’t be themselves, can’t say what they really think. They’re too damn scared of being judged, excluded, or rejected for not going along with the “enlightened” crowd. That shit, motherfuckers, is a problem. No one should feel like they have to bottle up their truth just because it doesn’t fit the spiritual narrative everyone’s selling.
And here’s another thing—try to be as consistent with yourself as you fucking can. Even if that means you might lose some friends along the way. Yeah, you heard me right—some friendships will shift to another plane because when you focus on being authentic and true to yourself, you’ll start learning from life, moving forward, and seeing things from a new perspective. And let me tell you, most people don’t like the more advanced version of you. That’s the price you pay for taking control of your life and not letting others dictate who the fuck you are.
THE SPIRITUAL EGO: WHEN THE LIGHT BLINDS YOU AND YOUR EGO DESTROYS YOU
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?
Let’s lay this shit out straight, no bullshit, just how I like it. Spiritual ego is that trap some people fall into when they start thinking they’re on a higher level of consciousness just because they meditate, do yoga, or read a few self-help books. These are the assholes who walk around with a sense of grandeur, thinking they’re closer to Nirvana than the damn ground they walk on. Well, let me break it to you: You’re not the fucking Buddha, you’re just a dumbass buying into your own bullshit!
PRESUMPTION IS LACK: THE OLD SAYING NAILS IT
In Spain, we’ve got a saying that sums it all up: “DIME DE QUÉ PRESUMES Y TE DIRÉ DE QUÉ CARECES,” or “TELL ME WHAT YOU BRAG ABOUT AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU LACK.” If you spend your days bragging about how elevated and spiritual you are, then chances are, you lack all that shit. If you need everyone to know how damn enlightened you are, then, my friend, you’re more lost than ever.
ACTIONS, NOT WORDS: THE FUCKING KEY
Listen up, motherfucker. Less talk, more action. If you really believe in spirituality, prove it with your actions, not with text messages or your damn mouth. Because talking is easy, but living according to what you preach is a whole other story. If you can’t keep your cool when someone disagrees with you, then all that spiritual talk is just bullshit.
SINNERS OF EGO: WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE
Don’t get me wrong, motherfucker. We’ve all fallen into the spiritual ego trap at some point. It’s part of being human, growing, and learning. But the problem starts when you cross the line and start believing your own bullshit. That’s when you lose your fucking way.
OUTRO: THE SUN, THE COCKTAIL, AND THE OCEAN ARE CALLING ME
Alright, assholes, I’ve said what needed to be said. This cocktail with its ridiculous umbrellas is almost gone, and the sun’s still shining, telling me it’s time to haul my ass to the beach. Practice your spirituality, keep your awareness sharp, but most importantly, check that fucking ego.
Catch you next time, motherfuckers. And remember: less ego, more action. Now I’m off to the beach, where the ocean, the waves, and another round at “Tiki & Fury” are waiting for me.
‘Til next time, assholes!