No need to be a
spiritual goody-goody
You’re not free if you’ve got to be spiritually perfect. There’s no need to speak in the third person or passive voice, tell people you’re part of a Hindu lineage, or present yourself as without blemishes.
The me critter occasionally gets flustered pissed off, dejected, out of sorts, out of control, in control, or embarrassingly superstitious.
That sense of me that drops by is just a goofy part of the show. Nothing to worry about! The perfect one is the infinite. That’s what’s real. That’s what lasts.