The Open Chronicle of “Mentorship”

This is a living, breathing rant. New entries will appear whenever the grand theatre of modern “Mentorship – Awake Enlightened Souls” offers fresh absurdities. Sit tight—the saga writes itself.

Welcome to the golden age of “mentorship,” where anyone armed with Wi-Fi, a semi-functional webcam, and the confidence of a Victorian hypnotist can proclaim themselves a spiritual guru. A “higher being.” A self-declared enlightened soul who claims expertise on absolutely everything: life, death, the universe, your chakras, and naturally, your finances. 😏

And what a spectacle it is. By the third interminable monologue—good heavens, the droning!—you don’t just feel “spiritually awakened,” you begin to suspect that without their guidance, your very ability to breathe is compromised.

Picture wisdom compressed into the mental equivalent of a granola bar: quick, digestible, vaguely nutritious. Sprinkle over your existential crisis and voilà—instant enlightenment, conveniently packaged.

Step right up to the grand spectacle of online mentorship, where inflated egos sell self-help like popcorn and every humble brag comes with a price tag. Here thrives the Self-Styled Mentor (SSM): a virtuoso of turning human insecurity into invoices, vulnerability into viral content, and vague advice into “life-altering breakthroughs”—all sold, naturally, at a premium. Critique dares appear? Minor inconvenience. Only the Analytical Observer (AO)—armed with logic, wit, and a refusal to applaud nonsense—dares puncture the illusion.

When scrutiny hits, the SSM escalates spectacularly: children become ambassadors of ambition, pets serve as motivational mascots, and family milestones are strategically deployed like banners in a political parade. Audience reactions? A delicious cocktail of fascination, disbelief, and merciless online honesty—shaken, not stirred. Some laugh, some gasp, some quietly update their mental “observed circus acts” list.

Then enters the “protégé”—announced with all the fanfare of a coronation. The twist: this miracle graduate is actually the SSM’s long-time lieutenant, shadow, and loyal aide. Overnight, the familiar becomes revolutionary, ready to dispense advice without credentials—or, in some cases, without common sense. Public reaction: blink, laugh, gasp—sometimes simultaneously.

Observe the psychological theatre at play:

• Illusion of novelty: Long-time aides magically transformed into “fresh graduates,” as if a coat of paint made them visionary.
• Exploitation of aspiration: Audience hopes sold as limited-edition life hacks.
• Theatrical deflection: Family, pets, and milestones wielded like shields in a sword fight with logic.
• Narrative hijacking: Loyalty repackaged as groundbreaking achievement, history rewritten faster than a tweet can go viral.
• Emotional currency: Insecurities auctioned to the highest bidder, applause guaranteed.

The audience oscillates between laughter and horror, witnessing a masterclass in ego management, opportunistic storytelling, and performance marketing. The more audacious the self-promotion, the more spectacular the unraveling.

Moral of the story

In this theatre of online mentorship, reality is optional, substance is negotiable, and spectacle is mandatory. Watch closely. Laugh loudly. And remember: the apprentice’s sudden coronation is merely the latest act in a grand pantomime of ambition, ego, and theatrical deception. And above all, the show never ends, logic is optional, and irony is the only thing that truly appreciates in value.