Sat–Cit–Ānanda: How to Turn Reality into a Wellness Project

Or: The Oldest Spiritual Greenwashing Scam

Start with existence. Then lie about it.
Sat just means exists. A stone exists. A parasite exists. A starving child exists. A collapsing star exists. So far, no mysticism required. But priests don’t sell tautologies. So “exists” is quietly upgraded into “divine being.” Congratulations: you’ve just monetised the obvious.

Add consciousness. Now exclude most of reality.
Cit is consciousness. Suddenly, rocks are out. Bacteria are dubious. Forests are spiritually unemployed. The universe is demoted unless it happens to run a nervous system. This is not insight. This is anthropocentric gatekeeping dressed up as metaphysics. If your God only shows up where brains show up, you haven’t discovered God—you’ve discovered mirrors.

Add bliss. Now airbrush the universe.
Ānanda is bliss. Pain? Excluded. Terror? Excluded. Hunger? Excluded. Predation? Excluded. Disease? Excluded. Genocide? Awkward footnote. Reality is now judged by its Instagram filter. The cosmos becomes a wellness retreat. If it hurts, it’s “ignorance.” If it starves, it’s “maya.” If it screams, it’s “not ultimate.” This is not philosophy; it’s spiritual PR.

Then pretend this triple-filter is “the nature of reality.”
Being + consciousness + bliss (sat-chit-ananda) is not a discovery about the universe. It is a curated mood-board of what contemplatives like to experience when they manage to sedate themselves properly. A monk in a cave has a pleasant internal state, and suddenly the whole cosmos is declared blissful. That’s not cosmology. That’s narcissism with metaphysical backing.

Create a spiritual class system.
Only those who can stabilise consciousness into bliss qualify as “realising Brahman.” Everyone else—farmers, labourers, mothers, soldiers, the sick, the angry, the traumatised—are stuck in “lower reality.” Translation: if you’re busy surviving, you’re metaphysically inferior. Convenient doctrine for people who don’t plough fields.

Blame the victim for the universe.
If Brahman is bliss, then suffering must be your fault. You didn’t meditate hard enough. You didn’t see through illusion. You didn’t realise your true nature. Yu’re not a winner. The universe eats your children, and the priest tells you: “It’s not really happening.” This is not compassion. This is cosmic gaslighting.

Smuggle ethics into ontology.
Ānanda is not a fact about reality; it is a value-judgement. It says: reality ought to be nice. Then it quietly pretends that this “ought” is what is. This is moral preference laundering itself as metaphysics. The universe is brutal, so theology rewrites it as pleasant and calls the brutality “ignorance.”

The monist correction nobody wants.
If reality is one process, then every emergent equally instantiates it. Stone, cancer cell, screaming infant, laughing monk—same generative field, different local outcomes. God is not bliss. God is not consciousness. God is not good. God is not kind. God is the fact that anything exists at all. The rest is human decoration.

Final compression (the druid’s verdict).
Sat–cit–ānanda is not the nature of Brahman.
It is the spiritual elite’s favourite mood, projected onto the universe and sold as ultimate truth.
If your God can’t survive pain, your God is a spa product.

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