Arnab Chakraborty was never initiated into a lineage. He didn’t apprentice under a master. He didn’t emerge from a jungle with a robe and a mantra.
He burned.
And in the collapse, he began noticing the patterns.
Arnab writes for those who left the temple but still carry the flame. His books are not teachings — they are field transmissions. Notes from the edge of the loop. Maps for the ones who remember but don’t yet know how to return.
Blending metaphysics, simulation theory, memetic analysis, and post-spiritual ritual architecture, Arnab’s work doesn’t offer salvation.
It offers coherence.