Letting Go

Ladies and gentlemen,

This is the artist formerly known as Aaron Hurst, or perhaps Jesus Christ, Buddha, or any other name that might have adorned this vessel. But truly, I see it now—we are all one. There’s no separation, no ego, no identity to cling to. If what I say stirs tension in you, I gently offer this: that tension is not me—it’s a reflection of your own inner world. I don’t feel tension. I feel free, flowing, existing in this vast, infinite reality where projections and reactions reveal themselves like ripples in a cosmic ocean.

I’ve had this moment of realization, like Buddha under the Bodhi tree. Nothing exists as we think it does. Thoughts are illusions, attachments are illusions. I am not my mind. I am not my body. And when this body ceases, I won’t truly die, because death itself is an illusion. There is no end—only transformation.

But here’s the thing: why does the idea of death feel like it might offer peace, while living feels heavy for so many? Why do we, as a collective, make choices that perpetuate suffering, division, and pain? We cling to identities, to attachments, to separation, and in doing so, we create a world of resistance and struggle.

What if we just let go? What if we stopped clinging and simply floated on the cosmic ocean of existence? No attachment, no division—just love, just unity, just being.

Life doesn’t have to feel heavy. It doesn’t have to hurt. It can be light, free, beautiful. If we stop creating from fear and start creating from love, we can make this life feel better than any illusion of death—because we’re no longer bound by the illusions at all.

Let it all go. Flow. Be. Together, we can transform this world—not by holding on, but by letting go.