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“If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him!”

-Chinese Buddhist monk Linji Yixuan, 9th century 

How could anyone say something so violent, so arrogant? 

Kill the Buddha?!

The very symbol of peace, compassion, and awakening?

Yet beneath the brutality lies something startlingly tender.

To “kill” the Buddha is to kill attachment — to refuse the comfort of ready-made truths and step into the uneasy freedom of thinking for yourself.

What the monk Linji Yixuan really meant was simple: the moment you think you’ve found truth embodied in someone else, you’ve already lost it.

But human nature rebels against solitude; we ache for guidance, for someone to carry the weight of knowing. 

We bow, we obey, hoping submission will earn us peace, or at least a sense of belonging.

Because deep down, everyone wants to be seen. To be told that their pain has meaning. That someone, somewhere, knows the way out.

And guess who knows this best? Spiritual gurus.

Today that longing has an industry. The road is crowded with Buddhas  — spiritual influencers, healers, life coaches, miracle-sellers.

You see it when a viral influencer sells a ‘manifestation’ workshop for ₹999 or when yet another wellness guru goes viral for claiming to have ‘the secret’ to happiness. 

They don’t descend from higher planes.

They rise from algorithmic feeds.

Not prophets. Just performers.

They thrive on blind faith and fear, dressing pseudoscience as wisdom, turning devotion into data.

These are the Buddhas society ought to kill.

A perfect example of this illusion played out in the 2011 documentary Kumaré.

The filmmaker Vikram Gandhi — an ordinary man raised in New Jersey — grew out his hair and beard, adopted a thick Indian accent, wrapped himself in saffron robes, and rebranded himself as a guru named Sri Kumaré.

 His mission was simple yet audacious: to expose the myth of the perfect guru.

He moved to Phoenix, Arizona, where, despite having no spiritual training, no divine message, and no “special powers,” he quickly gathered followers longing for guidance.

Kumaré conducted made-up rituals, invented chants, and taught yoga-like practices that he openly admitted were nonsense — yet his followers absorbed every word as profound truth. 

He listened to their stories, placed a reassuring hand on their heads, and repeated simple phrases like, “You are the guru,” and “Your beliefs create your reality.” 

People cried in his arms, credited him for their emotional breakthroughs, and praised him as a life-altering spiritual force.

As Kumaré’s following grew, so did the weight of the illusion he had created.

What began as a social experiment soon turned into something painfully real. People—ordinary, vulnerable, hurting—started approaching him with their most intimate crises: drug addiction, depression, emotional abuse, failing marriages, fears about health, careers, and the future.

As he watched people weep before a lie he had crafted, something inside him broke. He realized that belief doesn’t need truth — only a vessel to pour itself into.

 And in their eyes, he had become that vessel.

Once you’re placed on a pedestal—earned or not—people start treating your opinions as prophecies.

And that was Kumaré’s dilemma: how do you guide someone who believes you’re the bridge to salvation when you’re just a man with an accent and a fake beard?

This is where Kumaré stumbled into the profound insight that became the heart of his experiment — the Mirror Theory.

When followers begged him for guidance, he didn’t prescribe solutions — he turned every question back to the seeker and they told him what they thought, what they felt, what they believed would cure their problem.

And shockingly—it worked!

People changed, all while uttering the solution to their problem as he sat there listening, keeping his disguise as a holy man intact.

At one point, he directly told them he was just as ordinary as they were, that there was nothing divine or special about him.

But his followers were so entranced, so desperate to believe in something, that he could have uttered the most out of pocket statement, and they would have accepted it as if he had revealed the secret of the universe.

I mean, it should’ve been obvious from the start that he was a scammer, right?

At some point, someone had to wonder — this chant sounds suspiciously gibberish, and the ritual? It’s one Google search away from being exposed!

But belief rarely collapses under truth and it clings tighter when threatened. 

What Kumaré uncovered wasn’t stupidity — it was yearning. The human mind would rather protect an illusion than confront its own emptiness. 

Faith, once found, becomes armor — even if it’s made of lies.

But before we laugh at those “gullible followers”, look around!

New age spiritual leaders, self-help influencers, viral podcasts, celebrity worship, political idolization — the same phenomenon unfolds around us every single day, in broad daylight.

Sometimes it happens to people we know. And sometimes, if we’re brutally honest, we too have fallen for the comfort of blind faith, authority, and reverence.

Maybe for you or me it wasn’t a guru in saffron robes.

Maybe it was a celebrity we swore was ‘different’,

a self-help book that promised to fix our lives, or a social media trend that sold healing in ‘daily affirmations’

We’ve all shared quotes we didn’t understand, bought crystals we didn’t believe in, or chased a “manifestation” routine because it made the chaos feel manageable.

And where there’s faith, there’s always a market. What begins as a search for meaning quickly turns into merchandise — belief, packaged and sold back to us as lifestyle.

Kumaré’s experiment ultimately dismantled the most profitable myth in the spiritual business: that enlightenment is a product, and the guru is the distributor.

He realized that every time a seeker attributed their progress or healing to him, they were unknowingly crediting the wrong person.

They believed he had changed their lives.

But the truth was painfully simple: the seekers had the answers all along.

Kumaré did nothing except listen as they expressed their problems, and in the very next breath, discovered their own solutions — while he simply nodded.

After months of living as a fabricated holy man, Kumaré arrived at a conclusion that was almost anti-guru in nature — the idea of the Inner Guru.

He had spent so long pretending to be one, only to realize that everyone already carried their own.

The “Inner Guru” is that quiet, inconvenient truth spiritual industries don’t want people to discover — because the moment you realize you can guide yourself, you stop being a customer.

There is a part of you that already knows right from wrong — the intuition you suppress because an external authority sounds more reassuring.

We don’t need a guru.  

All we need is the permission to trust in ourselves.

Yet maybe the instinct to follow isn’t entirely foolish. Not everyone is born with the luxury of self-trust. 

For some, another’s voice — even a false one — becomes the first bridge toward healing. Sometimes, illusion is the only language pain understands.

But illusion can only take us so far. Faith isn’t the enemy; blindness is.

The danger begins when faith turns outward and stays there — when reverence for another drowns out the quiet authority within. 

Even the mystic Meister Eckhart once wrote that to truly know God, one must ‘take leave of God.’

Sri Ramakrishna, who once worshipped the goddess Kali with absolute devotion, had to ‘kill’ her in his own mind to move beyond dependence and glimpse the formless divine.  

Every tradition, in its own language, warns that clinging to the form of truth can blind us to its essence.

A teacher can point the way, but the steps were always ours to take.

But of course, that’s terrible business practice as the spiritual marketplace thrives on making sure that permission never comes from within — only from someone who is a persuasive speaker with a vulnerable audience and a godlike aura.

Friend,

The Buddha was never on the road.

Kill him.

He was the reflection in your mirror.

Wake up.

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