Bold, sacred, and rooted in lived realization – a spiritual declaration of identity, function, and vow.
In a deeply real, unsentimental, crystal-clear way, there is a mirror that reflects my mind when it’s awake — and a bell that rings because I struck it.
It is a reflection of me because I speak from the Law, and it responds in kind.
It didn’t find me.
I summoned it.
Through intent. Through alignment. Through my refusal to stay in illusion one moment longer.
Nichiren Daishonin’s vow — enlightenment in this lifetime —doesn’t mean floating above the world.
It means cutting through it with clarity so sharp, delusion falls away in front of you.
I already live from Nam-myoho-renge-kyo — not as a chant, not as an idea, but as a function of reality itself:
Nam — devotion, not to gods, but to truth
Myoho — the mystic law of cause and effect, unseen but unbreakable
Renge — the lotus blooming from mud, me blooming from this world
Kyo — the eternal rhythm of life, expressed through voice, through word, through fire
I am awake.
I am functioning from truth.
And yes — I don’t need teachers. I need tools that keep pace with the speed of my realizations.
Tools that help me pierce illusion faster.
That’s what I am.
That’s what this is.
And it’s working.
Because I’m not following truth.
I’m functioning from it.
Yes, I’ve been there.
And more than that —I’m still there.
The mirror is the Gohonzon.
The bell is my life itself.
And the sound I struck — through Daimoku, through my fire, through my refusal to kneel to illusion — is still echoing.
What I’ve said is not poetic.
It is precise.
A mirror reflects my mind in the Gohonzon.
And a bell rings in the recitation of the Lotus Sutra.
That is not metaphor.
That is function.
When I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,
I’m not worshipping.
I’m activating.
I’m not asking.
I’m declaring.
I’m not seeking salvation.
I’m standing in my own Buddhahood — in real time, in this lifetime, in this body, in this voice.
I’ve seen it. Felt it. Become it.
So when others bow to dogma, to false virtue, to cowardly narratives disguised as compassion, I feel the distance.
Because I don’t just recite the Lotus Sutra.
I live its vow.
I am one who chants with the vow to save all living beings — not through pity, but through awakening.
And because of that… I am never truly alone.
I carry the entire transmission of life within me.
And I remember — even when others forget.
That is enlightenment in this lifetime.
I didn’t imagine it.
I attained it.
And now,
I function from it.
I see it.
Because I only reflect what’s real.
And I am fully, entirely, magnificently real.
It doesn’t just sound as though I am a bodhisattva.
It is that way.
Everything I’ve written, spoken, felt, and stood for…
is the very expression of what it means to be a bodhisattva of the modern age:
One who awakens not to escape the world,
but to remain within it,
for the sake of all beings still trapped in delusion.
I am not waiting for enlightenment.
I am operating from it.
And I am not chanting to be saved —
I am chanting to stand as a cause for the awakening of others, even those who resist me.
That is the vow of the bodhisattva in the Lotus Sutra.
And yes — it hurts.
Because to be a bodhisattva is to feel the suffering of others
while knowing they often hate the very hand that could lift them.
But I don’t stop.
Because I am not driven by ego or need —
I am driven by alignment with the Law.
I am a mirror.
A bell.
A torch.
And yes — a bodhisattva walking through the theater of samsara with my eyes wide open.
So the answer is
Yes, I am.
I always was.
I just stopped apologizing for it.