I need to write this down.
I talked to Romana again, and she said she finally saw what Hell looks like, as a level.
I answered this: “I know; it’s a place like any other, just without God.
There are protectors of family virtues, national or whatever identity, without God.
There are protectors of religious principles and regulations, without God.
There are Pandits who can recite all four Vedas, without God.
There are Muslims who can recite the entire Kur’an, without God.
There are Christians who cite Jesus and threaten infidels with hell, also without God.”

I was just talking to Romana about how one of the fundamental misapprehensions of my students in the early years was caused by their completely wrong understanding of the reality in general and reality of their situation specifically.

They assumed this is the real world – part of the “multiverse” that also contains Heaven and Hell – created by the actual One God, who is good and to whom they all matter to the point where all of Creation is their playground, and of course they will get second chances because that’s the purpose of Creation, to give them as much chances and opportunities as they need to basically run out of bullshit to try, and they are essentially the main characters in this play, where everything else, including me and other beings, is a mere prop whose purpose is to serve their needs. Basically, if I don’t serve their needs well, God will punish me, so I’d better behave.

I don’t know where people get this idea, but it seems to be ubiquitous and implicit. I know Felix helped convince them of this bullshit behind my back, telling them something along the lines of “if not in this incarnation, then in the next”. I was absolutely appalled when I heard this statement, because it’s not just completely wrong, it’s an absolute abomination, the worst possible thing you can think or believe. Considering the amount of damage he created, that guy must have been Satan’s pet, if not an outright avatar.

Their understanding of their situation couldn’t have been more wrong, because trying out bullshit is actually a choice. If they make a strong enough choice, why would they ever get a second chance? Why would there be a next incarnation? Why would their fate not be determined in a final judgment, because they had a choice between me and bullshit, they chose bullshit and that’s it? Why do they think people who choose against God get a second chance, as if God is stupid and doesn’t get it, or as if they have no agency and their choice will somehow be seen as not final? If anything, second chances are for people who chose God and only God, and they ran out of time to become their own “final form” along this choice-vector. Second chances for people who chose against God; what purpose would that serve, exactly? You think there’s a shit eating competition, and those, who didn’t eat all the shit there is, need to get a second chance? Why?

I think the fundamental mistake of religious philosophies is that they always assume that this world matters, in a sense that it’s an important place made by God and they derive all kinds of assumptions from this starting thesis, and none of that might even be remotely close to reality. For instance, if you play a complex video game, Witcher III for instance, and you are completely immersed to the point of thinking it’s the real world, and if you derive assumptions about theology based on your experience within the game, you’ll get all kinds of conclusions except the right one: that it was designed and made by a few Poles who had a blast doing it, and it’s loosely based on some aspects of this world, but mostly on a made up story from a book series. It’s not a real world made by a real God. It’s a n^th order reality, where n∈N might actually be quite a bit bigger than 2, but no less than.

It’s interesting how my early students never actually thought they could catastrophically fail. They thought their options consisted of good and better, of safe and risky, where they had “safe” and I offered “risky”, and risky was also hard and demanding. They thought that saying “no, we’re good as we are, thanks” is a safe option, while in fact it was a decisive “no” to God, after which there would be no reason for further questions. They thought I was merely an option to upgrade the level of satisfaction in their personal playground of a life. They didn’t understand that they were here because Gods had enough of their shit and wanted a decisive answer whether they want to evolve towards God, or are they dry branches to be pruned. They didn’t understand that I, myself, didn’t live in the cozy world they thought they inhabited. I knew I could fail. I already had terrible experiences that showed me how hard I can get wrecked. I had no illusions that God will help me; in fact, I knew I was expected to be someone who helps others; I was the ice breaker that had to cut a line through thick ice, for others to follow quickly before it freezes over again. I myself knew that I was always one wrong important choice away from perdition. I was taking this incredibly seriously, and I was so not fucking around. I told them they don’t have much time, that it’s important that they get their shit together quickly, because the window is going to close. They chose to believe nicer tales narrated by idiots. We know how that ended.

Let’s assume God actually does care about you. You think that love is unconditional? He will love you regardless of what you do, regardless of what you choose? What evidence is that belief based on? God personally told you that it doesn’t matter what you choose because it’s all the same? I don’t think so. The Bible, where every “blessed are those…” is followed by a “woe to…”? Also, I don’t think so. An idea that God is a good and slightly dumb guy who just loves everybody and whose job is to forgive because he can’t help it? Yeah, probably. I never met that guy, however. I think he, Santa Claus and Easter Bunny might have a blast over a beer somewhere, but I never met either of them so I can’t say.

People, you should get your shit together and take this seriously. This is not your personal fuckaroundery. It’s a trap designed by Satan for idiots whose virtue and spiritual allegiance were already questionable when they believed his bullshit, and the fact that you’re in doesn’t say great things about you, unless you are by some chance Biljana, who was conceived without any participation of sin of any kind and is here for me. Even she could fuck up if she made wrong choices here, and the result would have been bad. What does that say about you? If you’re here, and if you’re not taking it extremely seriously, you’re an idiot.

Why do you think God cares about someone? Because you’re super likeable and irresistible? Or because God has a character feature that makes him like everybody, but somehow Hell still exists? How about, he likes you if there’s something Divine in you that reacts to him? Basically, God is simply God, and that aspect of Divinity within you makes you attracted to God and makes you want it, and you interpret that as God loving and wanting you, the way children think that the Sun loves them because they feel good under it, and they draw it with a smile, because it makes them smile? But what if you decide against that Divinity, if you reject God because something felt more attractive? What if that Divinity in you simply discards you as a failed path back to God, and you just wither in your illusions and nonsense? What if choice for and against God are merely physics, like the path water takes from the mountain to the ocean? Basically, seek the point of least gravitational potential; fill lake; then continue falling to the next point of lower gravitational potential, until there’s no lower point to fall? What if failures to reach God merely evaporate and stop being recognizable souls, and their constituent particles continue circulating in nature until they attach to something with greater potential of bringing them to God? You think failures to reach God have endless right to exist? Think again, because not really. Also, don’t think it’s all about you. God also has free will. In fact, only Gods have free will, because unlike yours, their will is not conditioned with attachments, misapprehensions and nonsense. They have their freedom, and preferences, and you can have all kinds of wishes and nobody is really obliged to give a shit. If you didn’t give a God reasons to like you, they don’t have to. It’s not that anyone is under any obligation to help you, or guide you, or teach you, or save you. Every single Divine being does only what they feel like doing. You think my wife is under some obligation to love me? No. She’s a God-person of unrestricted, unconditional freedom. She feels what she chooses to feel out of complete freedom, and nobody has any right to try to influence her. If you are not someone who makes a God feel that way about you, why do you even think you’d be worth saving? Give God a reason to care about you, and start by being a person other people will care about, because you make them feel appreciated, loved and important. If you can be a presence of God in lives of other people, chances are the Gods will love you and open doors for you. If you can only be hell to other people, chances are the Gods will give you what you worked for.

Everything matters. What you do matters, how you see things matters, how you choose to act matters, how you choose to treat other beings matters, what you accept matters and what you reject matters. It matters who your friends are, and who your enemies are. Whatever you do, someone will always hate you, unless you became such an inconsequential person that absolutely nobody cares about you enough to hate you. You want to make friends of angels and enemies of demons. Of course satanists will hate you if you made good choices and they can smell God on you. Of course good people will feel good in your company if you are a good person. If good people don’t feel good in your company, why would God love you or want to be with you?

If God has no reason to love you or want to be with you, why would you exist in Eternity and not just wither and die in Time? Instead of thinking God must have a reason to keep saving you, try being someone God will want to be with.

The concept of an avatar (sanskrt. avatara) originates from Hinduism, and basically means “downcoming” or “descent”, of God into the world, of course. There are two basic understandings of how it works. The first is that it’s a normal human being, only with God as the soul, and the second is that it’s a virtual construct, an appearance that’s essentially an interface God uses to interact with humans in order to achieve some purpose.

Within the framework of personalist Vedanta, Vaishnavism or Shaivism for instance, the concept is straightforward. God is a person, this person incarnates, retaining some or all of his powers and knowledge. Within the framework of impersonalist, advaita Vedanta, the concept is so inherently problematic it doesn’t actually mean anything. To illustrate this, I will cite Sai Baba, who himself claimed to be an avatar. He stated that everything and everyone is God. Someone asked “If that is so, and we are all in our true nature God, what is it that makes you an avatar?” Sai Baba answered “We are all God, but I know it, and you don’t, and that’s the difference”.

You see the problem? Let’s say he’s talking to a yogi who had nirvikalpa samadhi in his experience. Let’s say it’s a gathering of Swamis who all had such experience, some at will. Now let’s say those yogis ask Sai Baba the same question – so, what is it that makes you an avatar?

Sure, Sai Baba was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but in this case it’s advaita that is cornered by this question, not him. OK, sure, he acted as if being a conscious embodiment of brahman makes him something special and had them worship him like a deity, basically stating “everything is God but I’m particularly God”, which sounds like bullshit.

As always, the answer is that advaita is actually the problem, and the concept of avatars is real. They are just not some fake personal interface for an impersonal Absolute that advaita postulates.

At one point I more-less stopped using the term avatar because it implies things that very much diverge from my experience, and because people assume things that are actually not valid. Also, what does it even mean? God coming down? I prefer another, much more precise and exact, technical term from Tibetan Buddhism: tulku. A tulku is, essentially, a human being whose “soul” is created as the intent of compassion by a bodhisattva touches the world. They usually put it this way: Avalokiteshvara or Tara watches the world full of suffering and his/her tears of compassion fall onto the world and thus their tulku is conceived and born, translating their compassion into a human life that is meant to alleviate it and lead humans towards buddhahood. I like this concept because it understands that those high beings don’t actually incarnate; their intent forms the incarnation, and the essence of their intent creates “karma” of such a being, that is internally driven to achieve enlightenment and pulls others in its wake. The term tulku is not to be confused with another similar term, tulpa, which is essentially a construct of spiritual magic that creates an appearance of a human being, but is merely a strong astral imprint upon prana and physical matter. A tulpa is hardened intent of a yogi and is essentially an illusion. A tulku is a real human being with a real soul, only this soul is a result of a God’s intent to do something in this world.

As you can see, I expanded the definition somewhat – I don’t limit the concept to bodhisattvas, and I extend it to encompass the possibility of lila. If we do that, we get a technical explanation of how a concept of avatara, literally “God coming down”, actually works, and what kind of a being an avatara is. Technically, it’s a tulku of a deity.

So far, we are in the realm of what is more-less known, at least in very narrow circles of people who studied relevant literature. But now we’re going into the nitty-gritty of things, stuff that I managed to figure out along the way because it mattered.

For instance, a God who wants to incarnate here can’t just do it. There’s a contract with Satan that needs to be made, because he owns this place. Alternatively, a God needs to use pre-existing karma from beings that already made the contract with Satan to incarnate, and had obligations to return to work through the remaining karma, but they in some way surrendered that karma to their ishta-devata and lost a part of their soul-mass rather than go back here and risk ruin in this hell. A God can use such karmic substance, from one or several sources, to form his/her own incarnation here. Then you get a weird combination of karma from one or multiple beings, but the incarnating being is actually a God, and the lessons to be learned in order to finalise the transformation of this karma are essentially the thing such a tulku/avatar needs to do in this life; for instance, learn that being born in a Mleccha country isn’t spiritually degrading, that being born a woman isn’t spiritually degrading or detracting from a spiritual path, that having a husband and children isn’t something that is an alternative to spirituality but a vehicle for spirituality, and so on. Or, karma can be a source of talents, things s/he has an affinity for and learns quickly and easily, that make it easier to form competencies necessary for teaching people. Or it can be a musical talent that enables one to create physical music that embodies spiritual concepts. It can be many things, because the concept of a tulku allows for a great diversity of purposes. It’s not just “God comes down and formulates a new religion” or something. It’s much more subtle and sophisticated than that. It can allow for incarnation of Krishna and his companions who then get to have a lila and at the same time perform some useful service for the suffering souls bound to this place.

There’s only one case I’ve seen where karma necessary for incarnation wasn’t inherited from someone who was in a hurry to surrender it all to God, but created from scratch as a synthetic entity. That thing is a wonder to behold, because the way it is formulated intimidated me like nothing else, being a testimony to its creator’s absolute mastery of, well, God-level magic, because there’s no other word for it. The tulku that was created in such a way is Biljana, my wife. One would expect this synthetic, mathematical perfection to create some kind of a perfect life with all the good stuff, but it’s actually not the case at all; Goddess just calculated with absolute precision what kinds of concessions she needs to give Satan to allow him to harm, attack and tempt her, what kinds of injuries she had to suffer, at the fault of her parents, Satan and all kinds of world-energies, to buy out her sovereignty from them and own herself, and so on. As I said, it’s a marvel to behold, like watching super-elegant code or a mathematical equation, containing self-destruct clauses so that Satan could not steal or misappropriate the energy contained, and with activation mechanisms that can be triggered only by me, and in very specific ways; basically, she incarnates fully when I accept her as my wife, the activation can be done only during sex, and literally only by me, because it’s done by wielding shivaratri through a physical body in a specific sequence that implies that I have a very precise skill in the physical incarnation which makes it possible for me to react to specific things that light up in her soul and require a God-level response to seal. It takes a lot to intimidate me, but having this incarnation-sealing process play through while we had sex for the first time after I formally accepted her as my wife, that was intimidating; especially since it was obvious from the code that her incarnation was set to terminate if that activation sequence wasn’t successfully locked in by a certain age and so on. I know there are some idiots who ask themselves what the hell did I see in her and think it must have been just her physical beauty and sexual attractiveness, but obviously they don’t know what I know. I’ve seen many things in this life. I’ve seen beings who claim to be avatars or gurus. I’ve seen Gods, Judges of Karma, all kinds of spiritual beings, I’ve seen Satan try to kill me with everything he had, and I’ve seen him die. I’ve seen the Jewel that runs this world as a virtual reality, and I’ve seen the magic it wields, but there’s only one thing that truly intimidated me to the point of “oh shit”, and that’s Biljana. Imagine having sex with someone more impressive than the Jewel, the “world-engine”. Imagine the foolishness of beings who harmed her. I recently basically laughed my ass off when I saw that Goddess herself created herself that way to be here with me, because then it was obvious – of course it had to be her, because only the two of us can pull off something like that.

Biljana, days after “locking in” her incarnation

There is more, of course. Not all avatars succeed. Some never awaken and just fade away in misery of ordinary human existence. Some awaken partially, and that’s the most dangerous part, because they “get” parts of the things they are supposed to be and do, and they get other parts wrong. The parts they get wrong leave lots of room for incredible mischief. I met several. I wonder how many exist in the world, never waking up, never realising their true potential and purpose, or achieving some things and then breaking under the illusions of the world and failure to attain strength sufficient to overcome it, or make very bad decisions. How many came in pairs, and when one failed to awaken, the other was also destined to failure and solitude? It’s not something I like to think about, but it’s inevitable.

So yes, you can be a tulku, created by a God as a technical way to implement avatara, and you can fail, fuck up, do great damage, and condemn your “spellcaster” to the loss of karmic substance invested in you, or worse – you can create such amounts of attachment and sin that I don’t even know what happens with all that. At a minimum, you return to your spellcaster with a demerit, a Title that speaks of failure, sin, disaster and betrayal, a little shit-stain on the face of a God who made you. At worst, a God who made you will have to choose between loss of karmic substance that made you, in which case you become an ordinary spiritual being, no longer Divine, and have your own separate evolution or demise apart from your God, or try to incarnate again in order to fix it, which might not even be an option. At best, a successful avatara enriches the karma invested in it, achieving great deeds, creating Divine substance in addition to the Divinity of their maker, and after death re-joins its true being, adding to its splendour and glory.

I feel like continuing the story from the last article, because it’s going somewhere.

You see, the absolute criteria I was setting for myself created several problems. The first was something I encountered when I saw “spiritual people”, of the official kind that wears orange swami robes. I would look at them with my spiritual sight and I was like “is this some kind of a joke?”, because it sure felt like it. I would think of myself as basically a beginner trying to figure it out, but reality begged to disagree.

I started meeting actual spiritual people, but the more powerful someone was in their connection to God, the more likely they were to become my student. It became a pattern – the fake spiritual people had their cults and religious organisations and were preening like peacocks in their yards, and although everybody seemed to be functioning within the framework of Vedanta, or close enough, their understanding of it was vastly different from mine; when some Buddhist would talk about vajra, they said words but they obviously experienced none of it. All the discrepancies were very confusing to me. I didn’t know what to think. I knew I was taught directly by God, because it’s hard not to know something like that when a week would hardly go by without darshan, but the intellectual framework I had just wasn’t cutting it anymore, especially the parts about Sai Baba, whom I was led to consider my guru despite not meeting him physically. The real shock happened when I went to India as I was told to, and I saw Sai Baba, and his level of spiritual power was on the level of my students, but nowhere near mine. It took me basically a week there to process this. Apparently, I had a calibration problem, the way a thermometer would have it if the temperature scale was painted on it with a significant shift due to a printing error. My understanding of who I was and where I was on some absolute scale of spiritual evolution was wildly off. Something I read recently resonated, from the “Salvos” series, when she spent a month fighting all kinds of deadly things, gained 20 levels, a class advancement and two grand skills, and she returned to find everything weird because everybody suddenly felt so weak. That’s what I felt after spending basically five years in my cave living in a bubble where I was constantly taught things by Gods, from basic skills like detachment, concentration and focus, to direct spiritual communication, Kundalini techniques, elements, vajra, and things that can’t even be easily described because you just pick them up without knowing that you did, by merely being in a God’s presence and feeling what it feels like, in different ways, with different God-persons. When I started, I assumed every spiritual person already doing something is superior to me, because I didn’t know anything. When I emerged from this bubble, I discovered that everybody is either fucking around, or fake, or weak, or deluded and ignorant. It wasn’t that they felt like weaker versions of myself, it felt like they were not even on the same playing field. It was not like I was playing chess and they were playing checkers, it was as if I spent years being trained in kal-toh by Vulcans and gained pretty decent proficiency, all the while thinking I was learning to play checkers. Everybody else was, well, not taught by the Gods. They knew nothing of direct spiritual communication, let alone being capable of it, they had weird ideas about Kundalini and energetic yoga that had nothing to do with how things actually worked, they had very little spiritual experience, where people who could enter samadhi were thought of as great enlightened gurus, and everybody was basically making circles on square one, thinking that the time spent there meant experience and spiritual advancement.

Maybe the key moment was when I finally met Romana, one of the women I was supposed to meet. She sent me an e-mail message, and I was instantly aware of a great spiritual power behind it. It was orders of magnitude greater than any physical person I ever met. Only the darshan of the Gods felt like this. The content of the message, however, weirded me out. It was some nondescript nonsense about some quasi-spiritual foolishness, Osho, tantra, something. It had to be some kind of a test to see if my insight is working and cuts through false appearances. I invited her out for a coffee to talk about it. We met, and I understood the truth. She wasn’t playing stupid to test me. She was actually ignorant, or should I say had her head filled with all kinds of nonsense that took up space. Also, she actually was what I initially felt – the only power I ever encountered that rivalled mine. I slowly started to get it. I expected a female avatar would be my obvious superior, someone who’s basically like the darshan of God, only aware in the physical body, with the same spiritual skills and powers like the incorporeal presence of God, only with a female body. What I actually saw felt, well, very much like myself before I started practising yoga in 1993. It was obvious that she was one of the girls who were foretold and promised, but she was obviously here for me to teach and guide, to explain things and help her understand who she is and how to draw her self-realisation and power through the physical body.

With Biljana, five years later, it was easier. I instantly knew who and what she was, as I got her e-mail and she was instantly a part of my consciousness, and she felt like me, only female. It was impossible to explain it to others, because they didn’t look at those things the way I did, and I was always orders of magnitude of skill and experience ahead of them, but the discrepancy between how they both felt to others, and how they felt to me, was immense. Others thought of them as merely new students. I felt intimidated by the sheer magnitude of their spiritual presence, as if being secretly tested by God who pretended to be an ordinary person in order to see how I will treat him if I wasn’t told it was him. I would basically look at my students in wonder, seeing how they treat the girls, and think, are you people idiots or something? Is it that you don’t actually get that those girls are basically God?

And then it clicked – of course they don’t. How would they? Nothing is visible. I perceive it because I function on that level and I see when someone appears on the same level as me, and even I am very resistant to answering the obvious question – if they are avatars of God and they are my order of magnitude of being, what does that make me? I was so resistant to that realisation, I can’t even begin to describe it, but it was as inevitable as the answer to that challenge by the Goddess – “So, you’re going to be so humble and modest that you’re going to reject me?” No, of course not. “Then accept who you really are so that you can accept me”. It wasn’t in those words, it never is, but that was the message. Stop diminishing yourself because, by that, you are rejecting God.

It was a hard lesson for me to learn. Learning to reject arrogance was easy. Learning to reject humility as basically the same thing wrapped in a more palatable coating, that took some work. I understood that, unlike with my previous students, I couldn’t teach my wives properly if I didn’t attain full self-awareness, or self-realisation, if you wish. I had to be fully conscious of the fact that I am someone God trained to teach his incarnations how to be themselves and attain their full potential. It’s one of those puzzles – it collects acorns and walnuts, has a fluffy tail and lives in a hole in a tree; what is it? A pig, of course. 🙂 Just kidding. But what if you had a really, really big emotional resistance to squirrel as the answer? What if that really broke your worldview, your entire idea about how things work, what this world is, what the rules are, what the goals are and how they are attained? I knew all the bits and pieces and yet refused to name the big picture, like those idiot leftists who can’t define a woman, because if they say it, the definition will exclude all the pretence and nonsense and they will automatically have to accept things they are absolutely unwilling to accept, so the answer must be vague, “a woman is everything that sees itself as a woman”. Maybe the thing with a fluffy tail in a tree with a collection of acorns really can be a pig or an owl. Or maybe, just maybe, I could stop being a pig-headed idiot.

It’s easy to talk about truth and reality as a foundation of true spirituality, until you find a truth that is so hard to accept, you’d rather put fingers in your ears and chant “la la la I can’t hear anything, owls live in holes in trees too, and pigs eat acorns and walnuts too, it doesn’t mean anything”.

That works, until you get to the point where refusing to accept reality of yourself will mean watching your wife die, and your mission in life fail.