Flawed just right

Some people might ask why I haven’t revised or outright removed my old books, since I know they contain errors.

The thing is, yoga isn’t about a “correct teaching”. Yoga is a process of transformation, and therein lies the rub. When I was still intensely practicing it, I understood how my perspective changed since a year ago, and how I would now find it very hard to understand my former position and give proper advice; I’m becoming too far removed. Different problems, different methods, different understanding, different structure of higher and lower bodies. I made a decision to write it all down as soon as possible, so that I wouldn’t forget, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to pass the knowledge on, and it would again be lost, and everybody would have to start from scratch, like myself. The danger of too high a teaching is that the first step is in the clouds, beyond reach.

The fact that it contains some wrong beliefs is not really a problem. I contained even more wrong beliefs before I wrote it, and yet here I am now, not because I had the right beliefs, but because I followed the right process and had the right understanding – that it isn’t about espousing all the right beliefs, or by doing all the right things all at once. It’s about focusing at the right goal, about being able to transform, to abandon beliefs and form new ones as needed, because you change. In the beginning, and in fact in most of the process, you can’t have a correct understanding of God, because of what you are and what your nature is. You understand that God is awesome, but you can’t really formulate a proper understanding of what that means. What you can do is focus on God regardless, and practice purifying energetic techniques to make non-God stuff on you break up, purify on a particle level, and become closer to God stuff. God is not merely something far that you occasionally see; God is someone you become by following a process.

Yes, my first books contain flawed teachings, but they all contain correct understanding that resulted in much better teachings later on, as the process was given time to transform the slow physical matter of my brain. Yes, those old teachings were flawed, but do have in mind that they are the teachings of Vedanta for the most part, but already upgraded by the practical understanding created by the purification of the elements, initiation into Vajra and a glimpse into the higher substances that I couldn’t yet wield, but which I knew existed. They are flawed by my current standards, but they are better than anything else, and all the techniques and methodology were already perfectly formulated; what I lacked was the exact theoretical understanding of what’s going on. I just knew what you had to do to get results. Also, it’s all written by a version of me that still remembers what problems I had, how I had to solve them, and it’s all more “human” than anything I would write now. I wouldn’t dare to touch the old materials and “improve” them, because the very part that could help an ordinary human become a yogi could be lost, because I could accidentally “upgrade” something to a point beyond ordinary human understanding.

On the other hand, the books I write now are possibly more understandable, because you can explain better when you have a more complete understanding. Where I used to fumble around issues, trying to explain something, I now have a clear, straightforward and simple theory. So, it’s not as simple as it might seem – start with the old books first, and gradually work your way to the current ones. In fact, the opposite might be the best – start with the newest books with the best theoretical understanding behind them, and then work your way back through the older ones, to see how I got there, what I initially got wrong, how I revised it and why, and get to the point where you can do something, yourself. Because, what does it even matter which teaching is more correct and which book is better, if you yourself are not there? You can sit on the fence and watch me struggle with things, and wait until the end to see what comes of it all, but it’s a bad idea since you get to be firmly entrenched on square one decades later. It’s much better to try and fail ten thousand times, than to be safe doing nothing.

Lessons

I had one instance of good fortune with the butterflies today and tried to take the best of it; almost came home empty handed, but then two butterflies started their dance above the road and…

I took those with the 135mm, because the 100-400mm was too much for me to carry, considering what kind of an astral shitstorm I have to deal with; hiking up hill is hard enough, and doing it with a big setup was too much for today.

The lesson from this as well as the previous hike is that all it takes is one. One scene, one butterfly, a few seconds of opportunity, and if you have the equipment with you, failure turns into success. Just a few seconds of a window of opportunity. If that didn’t intersect with me, I’d come home empty handed after carrying heavy gear up hill.

I wonder what lesson I would have learned had I climbed that hill twice with multiple kilos of equipment on me, and in both cases that one lucky opportunity didn’t arise. Would the lesson have been “fuck this, I’m not carrying this stuff here again”? I’ve seen this in business; occasionally, some people just get lucky and end up with money, and then they think they are competent and successful; they try again, and they fail, again and again, because they learned the wrong lesson. They didn’t understand how lucky they were, and how rare and improbable success was, and how little it depended on their own competence. People seem to learn wrong lessons from success, and, quite likely, also from failure. They might think there’s something wrong with them, but maybe they did everything right and those butterflies didn’t perform for them at just the right time when they walked that road, and they came home with an empty card. All those “spiritual teachers” in the 1990s talked about how this world is a school and we are here to learn lessons, but they don’t actually seem to be the good and useful lessons, when I think about it. We learn that certain things don’t work, and others do, but what we actually learn seems to be more degrading than helpful, because receiving spiritual feedback from a place designed by Satan and inhabited by morally flawed beings works exactly as you might expect it to. For instance, I learned early on that I will be beaten up, insulted, humiliated, ignored, ridiculed and degraded regardless of what I do. The feedback will always be negative, so I might as well do whatever. It took me a while to un-learn that lesson, because I almost became human garbage and a criminal, resulting from my parents’ stellar upbringing. 🙂 My brother, on the other hand, learned that the path to getting what he wanted is to play victim and whine loudly, blaming me, and then I will be beaten up and he will get to play with my toys. Since he never actually practised yoga, he never unlearned that lesson, and he’s still thinking in terms of blaming me for his misery in order for the fundamental law of the Universe to be triggered, where I will be beaten up and he will get my toys.

Do you know how I un-learned that harmful lesson from my childhood? The one that I’m doomed regardless and feedback will always be negative, so I might as well do whatever? I decided that the first part is indeed correct: the feedback I receive is probably always flawed and I can’t rely on it in order to correct my actions. However, I also decided that the second part, where I might as well do whatever, will result in utter doom. It would harm me terribly. So, I needed to think of a way of correcting my actions without taking human feedback into account. I learned to judge my actions against an ideal – good people that I know, good characters from literature or film, holy scriptures. Darshan of God, ultimately. I understood that my life is not a performance for others, because others will not be able to save me if I fail. There was no use in emotional signalling; just understanding what was wrong, and fixing it. Repeat ad nauseam. No audience. No use in whining, or feeling bad or depressed about mistakes. Just fix them, and align with the template of perfection, that is of course constantly updated. Fuck up, fix, repeat. No audience. No useful feedback. Just deception and false information from the outside, stuff that’s meant to discourage, harm and degrade, stuff that will praise me when I’m doing poorly and ridicule me when I’m doing everything right, with just enough randomness to make it completely useless. Do what God would do in my place, not what gets me praise from humans, because humans are sinful, deluded, ignorant, evil or just fucked up. They will criticise what they admire because it hurts them, or they will praise what they find pathetic, because it makes them feel good.

Being able to stand in the presence of God and feel like I belong there. That was the motivation.

Also, I assume that I’m probably doing everything right, and the lack of results is merely a normal thing if butterflies haven’t crossed my path by chance. Thinking that you’re doing something wrong just because there are no results is like thinking your camera choice or photographic skill need to be improved if you came home with an empty card that day. Were there any butterflies around? No? If so, how is the absence of butterfly pictures surprising? Correcting your course too often, and based on unreliable feedback, is not helpful. For instance, Biljana was with me today and she came home without any good pictures. Why? Because we were both very tired on the way down, under terrible astral pressure, and when those butterflies appeared I went after them, fiddled with autofocus modes until I found something that managed to lock and track, and kept them under rapid fire for half a minute or so. Biljana was just too tired to give a fuck about butterflies at that point and left them to me. 🙂 What conclusion should she draw from this? None at all. She did everything right. Doing everything right, however, doesn’t mean that you’ll have good results on any given day. Another day, she might have excellent pictures and I will have nothing. What conclusions should I draw from this? Absolutely none. Learning lessons from everything is highly overrated.

 

Quantum immorality

People will think of all kinds of things in order to anesthetise their conscience; basically, convince themselves that it doesn’t matter what they do, so they are fine. I think I’ve heard it all, talking to all kinds of amoral and godless people over the decades, but probably the most brain-dead thing I’ve heard is using the many-worlds interpretation of quantum theory to justify amorality.

Many-worlds interpretation is very popular in Hollywood, but it’s otherwise sheer nonsense. Basically, it solves the Schroedinger’s cat paradox in a non-probabilistic manner, by stating that in every quantum function collapse junction the universe forks into versions where every possible outcome is the reality. Essentially, you get a universe where the cat is alive, and the universe where the cat is dead.

Ignoring the fact that the quantum function doesn’t extend past the microscopic realm and translates very poorly into the macroscopic world of Einsteinian gravity, the amoral pieces of human garbage who want to be perceived as cool, scientific and educated, extend this principle into the sphere of moral choice, so at every moral junction the universe forks into various versions, each containing a version of you that made one possible choice. So, as you made every possible choice by the obligatory nature of the many-worlds split, a question of morality doesn’t even present itself. In every choice where you could do this or that, you did both, so there’s no actual choice involved.

So, let me deal with this very quickly. First of all, collapse of probabilities into certainty doesn’t actually have anything to do with reality; it only deals with our ignorance, that collapses into certainty at the point of revelation. Schroedinger’s cat is never 50% alive; it’s always either completely dead or completely alive, and it’s just our ignorance of its condition that collapses into certainty; basically, all probabilities collapse into either 1 or 0, at the point of revelation. Opening the box with the cat doesn’t fork universes, it reveals the actual reality so that we can stop playing with probabilities, which are merely quantification of our ignorance.

Second, quantum anything doesn’t really work on a macroscopic scale, or there would be a quantum theory of gravity, or a great unified theory of everything, that would combine the two. From what I can tell, quantum indeterminism looks very much like what happens when you try to play at the limits of resolution, according to the Nyquist-Shannon theorem of sampling. You get aliasing, or indeterminate result. No, when you try to photograph high-frequency detail of fabric with a photographic sensor, the aliasing you’re getting isn’t a sign that universes are forking. It’s just that your sensor is being “outresolved”, which is usually solved by introducing a low-pass filter in front of it, which will slightly blur the detail right at the Nyquist-Shannon limit. This stuff is a common bane of digital photography, and some manufacturers are making versions of their cameras with or without the low-pass filter, so depending on what you photograph you may choose between the sensor that will not create moire patterns on textile, or the sensor that will resolve more high-frequency detail in nature, and you don’t care that the detail at the Nyquist-Shannon limit will be “false”, because in most cases errors will statistically disperse and not be obvious.

Third, let’s assume, against all reason and evidence, that the universe actually does fork at every decision point. So, there’s a universe where you died at every point where you had a close call. There’s a universe where you bought bitcoin when its price was in cents. There’s a universe where that girl you had sex with got pregnant. There’s a universe where you died from covid. There’s a universe where you did all the right things at the right points, made all the right choices, aligned yourself with God to such perfection that you attained apotheosis.

So, my question is, why are you not that person? If the best version of you is in some other universe where it forked out due to you making different choices, how is this interpretation of your situation different from just saying that you fucked up, or that the best version of you dripped down your mom’s leg?

Rather than the many-worlds nonsense, I would say that you are constantly pruning the tree of your options and choices. With every fork in the road, you lose the version of you that would have happened had you taken the other road. Since you can’t go back in time, that possible version of yourself is lost; it collapsed into non-reality at the time of choice. If you didn’t buy Bitcoin at $1, that’s not coming back, and you can’t swap places with some alternative you in a parallel universe where you did.

Which brings us to my next point: if you can’t swap places with the version of you that didn’t fuck up, pretending that there’s a version of you that did everything well, which neutralises the version of you that fucked up everything, has no practical utility. You are not a sum of all your parallel selves that made all possible choices; you are a result of pruning the tree of choices into a specific outcome that is you. This is what it actually is, and pretending otherwise is as useful as pretending that you did actually get into bitcoin early, or that you bought gold at 1000 EUR per oz. If you didn’t, you didn’t. Possibility collapsed into reality at the moment of choice, and now you are the sum total of your choices. If you pruned your tree of choices wrong, and ended up with a bonsai shrub of utter doom, it is what it is.

In other words, no theory will get you out of the quagmire of wrong choices, and you are free to prove me wrong by swapping places with the version of you that did everything right. Otherwise, you might as well have put in the effort to become the best possible version of yourself, rather than try to theorise a way out of your loserdom.

Antichrist

I was just thinking how it became exponentially harder to find actual, uncorrupted, correct, human-sourced information since the AI plague. Pictures, articles, drawings, YouTube videos, it’s all mostly AI slop. And then I thought how this is the worst thing you could possibly do in this world: increase the haystack of corrupted, distorted, worthless nonsense through which you would need to dig in order to find a needle of truth. If you’re not already correctly informed and educated before the AI plague, it might now become technically impossible to find your way.

It’s not a new phenomenon; it’s always been this way with spirituality, for instance. With everybody copying each other’s homework and creating derivative work, it was always hard to find genuine sources. Also, standard methods of finding out the truth, such as identifying overlap and common denominator in multiple sources, are unreliable, since they lead you to the most copied and iterated-upon material, which may or may not be true at all.

I faced this dilemma long ago, before I even started writing publicly: am I just making it harder to find actually useful stuff by increasing the haystack, or am I writing things that are the best available stuff, a positive contribution even in comparison to the best things out there? So, I remained silent until I was sure that what I’m saying is the needle, and not hay.

I was thinking about Antichrist last night – what would that even be. One definition that crossed my mind is that the opposite of Christ is a common man, sinful and devoid of the spiritual vertical, materialistic and of darkness. Another definition would be that it is an eloquent and charismatic preacher of atheism and materialism, who increases the darkness of the world that traps people, blocking the light of God and leading people astray, to be destroyed.

But then it dawned to me; the point of Christ is a visible, obvious beacon of God’s light that breaks through the darkness of this world and shows the way out, like Ariadne’s thread through the labyrinth. This was reinforced by the fact of his resurrection, so that he would be set apart from the fakes and the wannabes. He is a needle in the haystack. Anti-christ is the haystack.

The dawn of AI and the dawn of the Antichrist might well be one and the same.

Madness

It’s not that Trump was previously known as a paragon of mental balance and sanity, but this message he sent today…

…no words. Mad; very mad.

It’s like he and his entire team are smoking weed wrapped in pages torn out of a Bible that was soaked in LSD.

I can’t even tell whether he means it, because other than being a madman, he’s also a liar. But based on the general picture, I’d say he was waiting for the military to assemble a suicide team that will go into Iran and come to a bad ending, and his next response will be nuclear. After that, I don’t know. All hell breaks loose, I guess.

In the mean time, I’ve been taking some pictures.

I kind of half-broke my right hand leaning on the bed with too much weight behind it and over-extended two fingers. Not broken, but some ligaments are either stretched or something, and since I keep using the hand, it’s not healing quickly. Carrying a camera around in that hand doesn’t help, so I had to begin carrying it around my neck like in the old days. It does work better with the lightweight setup, though.

It’s Easter today. It commemorates the Light coming into the darkness of this world, tearing into it and leaving a permanent scar. People treat it like it’s the Easter Bunny and eggs day. You’re supposed to remember that God showed you that death is not the end, not have a pagan celebration of spring abundance or similar stupid materialistic bullshit.