State of things

I thought I was going to get some rest and recover from serious brain fatigue after writing the book, but somehow, the opposite happened, as I tried to get the book corrected and out in the final form as quickly as possible, and that meant proofreading it once, then having Marin proofread it using his AI tools as I vetted the suggestions, which meant basically somewhat proofreading it for the second time, and then after he was done, I went through the book for the third time, and all of it of course used the same parts of the brain as writing the book, since you can’t proofread it if you’re not experiencing it fully and so on.

But we got results: “The Light Beyond” is now properly corrected and published on Kindle as an e-book. The samples of the physical hardcover edition are on the way to Marin, because he’s closer, and then we’ll decide on whether to go with glossy or matte, how good the cover looks IRL and whether the inner margins are big enough. The classic typesetting stuff. The purpose of the hardcover is to avoid the situation where people will try to print it themselves and end up with all sorts of improvised and unsatisfactory solutions, the way it always happens when I don’t publish a physical book, which is how it always turned out ever since the early 2000s. That, however, is pure convenience, which is why it’s the second thing we went for. The first thing was the e-book, because in the era of digital media where everybody reads books from phones, tablets and other computer-forms, that became the book. In fact, I haven’t read physical books in who knows how long, simply because it’s harder on my eyesight to read from a non-illuminated surface where the text can’t be magnified to a comfortable size.

I’m making the PDF download available for free on this website in parallel. It’s mostly a failsafe against censorship; I don’t care whether it’s free or Amazon makes all the money, because those are the two only realistic options. The only way I could actually get some money from it, which would actually be nice, is to set up cryptocurrency donation on my website, which is something I might actually do at some point. Every other way, someone else is going to make all the money and people are going to be pissed at me for getting rich off of people wanting to read books. I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting rich that way, since it would be the most satisfying thing – I’d profit from doing something good.

As for how I’m doing – not well, I’m afraid. The guys “up there” stopped downloading stuff into my brain since I finished the book, but I’m transforming an endless river of karmic refuse from global sources, and it’s going on basically 24/7. Someone’s in a hurry, I guess, and I never got any rest whatsoever. Right now, I would assess my condition as pretty much critical, in the sense that this can’t go on, because something is going to break.

Occasionally, when I go out and take pictures, I do get some rest because that uses different parts of my brain, and that helps. This continued barrage of writing and proofreading exhausted my brain to a point where it automatically blanks out when I try to use those parts. This means things would get actually damaged if I pushed it any further. That, combined with the fact that I’m not allowed to rest because spending karma seems to be absolutely urgent and can’t be postponed, means I’ll try to take pictures of nice things while not thinking about anything, but of course, that won’t happen, because FML. 🙂

Introduction

This was definitely the weirdest book I ever wrote, because as it started, I didn’t even think I was writing one. The “guys up there” set up something on my astral body that didn’t allow me to sleep deeply, and I was instead in some kind of a yoga nidra state where I had visions, and those visions would persist and repeat themselves until I wrote them down the best I could in the morning, “flattening” them to the closest approximation while retaining the spiritual message, mantric power, links to the originating reality and some semblance of literary coherence. The difference between the stuff I saw and the stuff I made up as connective tissue of the story is more vague than one would expect. I thought I was making some stuff up, until it connected seamlessly with the next vision, at which point I stopped trying to make sense of it and just started writing it down in earnest.

The weirdest part is that some things one will expect to have been made up, were in fact the cornerstone of the visions – it started with Gods praising each other, and a flurry of new souls bursting in the space between them. I actually learned how the new souls were born, from that vision. Also, the things like the fountain of kalapas formed in the heart of the soul during worship of God; that’s from the vision and I actually learned that part then. The reason why I didn’t write about it before is because I didn’t know about it before. Also, some stuff you’ll be sure I made up, like Shakti morphing into a cat and playing in Shiva’s lap, that’s the exact content of a vision. I just made her a particular kind of cat, because I find baby snow leopards to be cute, and the cat in the vision was very cute.

I invented side characters to tell the story and watched them turn into major characters without my conscious intention. There are, of course, limits to my resolution. I had a feeling of a certain person, their character, mantric signature, the way they interact with other characters, and I either made up a name or found a historic person that was the closest match I could get. Augustine’s wife and Hildegarde’s husband aren’t each other, but they are an incredibly close match, as personalities go, so instead of writing two repetitive stories, I merged them into one. I knew Shankaracharya’s wife was someone who felt like a very sophisticated Muslim princess from India, and I found the closest historical match. It’s not that exact person, and yet she feels so close that I don’t care. I can’t resolve the details that much while in the physical body, but I think I got the feel of the persons well enough.

The Persons of God and Angels as described in the book are, of course, much more anthropomorphic than what I saw in the visions, but effective storytelling demanded that I constrain them to an almost-human form, so that I can use human ways of communicating emotion. Of course spiritual crystals don’t actually hold hands and cuddle. It’s all much deeper, less restricted by form, and indescribable. The last part is the reason behind my approach. Also, Gods actually can be human, or close enough, and then it actually does look the way I described it. I didn’t make things up so much as simplified them for the sake of the storytelling.

I occasionally broke the linearity of the timeline, both for reasons of levity and to show that Gods don’t actually perceive time as we do.

The teaching is real, the techniques actually work, the methods for reaching multiple stages of enlightenment are described exactly. The character of the relationships between the Gods is real. The thing about male and female Gods, all real. They don’t actually have coffee, though, but I felt this to be an unjust omission, and it adds some flesh to the plot. Things are repetitive for a reason – some things are just that important.

Hopefully, I now get to start sleeping normally.

The odds

“The shutdown procedure won’t work”, Shiva looked down at his wife; her head was in his lap as they sat in the orchard, enjoying themselves.

“What do you mean?”, she looked up at him.

“The allotted time will soon expire, and the Jewel won’t be able to terminate the simulation because of all the souls that have been plugged into the system; and I don’t mean the incarnated ones. I mean those that will be used as power cells to power attractors and scripts”.

“And he won’t do it because it would kill them instantly, and he is not allowed to do something like that”, she nodded.

“And as the time expires, it will be up to him, so he will keep running the simulation indefinitely, unless we do something about it”.

“We knew that was going to happen”, she nodded. “And if we force-terminate, we incur the karmic penalty, which would be large, considering the number of angels he deceived”.

“Too large. Also, the mess is too large to just dump all at once. It would be almost impossible to clean up here. Some of it actually requires incarnation in the physical in order to process, because that’s how it’s designed. And he protected himself from access from within the system in all sorts of ways. Every single person who tried, ended up either failing miserably, or was destroyed”.

“It’s actually dangerous for us. There is a significant probability not just of failure, but of his victory and our destruction”, Goddess warned.

“I know. That’s what he is betting on. He went into the entire thing knowing there’s a chance that his handiwork won’t ever be terminated, and the only solution to the dilemma would be to make him some kind of a ruler of both Heaven and Earth”, Shiva was grim.

“By ‘a chance’, you mean limit in zero, but non-zero?”, she smiled.

“One in 1027”, he nodded. “But the probability of the sum total of all possible disasters is much larger. It’s one in three”.

“That bad, huh?”, she looked concerned.

“That bad”, he confirmed.

“But if we don’t intervene, it guarantees a bad outcome of some kind?”, she squeezed his hand and looked in his eyes.

“In a word, yes. But if we intervene and fail, it opens up the possibility of the worst possible outcome”.

“Do I even want to know?”, she grinned.

“I don’t think so”, he smiled his lopsided smile, her favourite.

“You lead, I follow; like always”, she smiled.

“This will require some planning”, Shiva nodded.

“Zee, come here”, Kay gestured with urgency. “Take a look at this”.

“Wow, they are good. Not only did they lure Sanat Kumar into exposing himself to lethal karmic consequences so he’s dead now, but they managed to get that astral sub-plane for godless souls back under the Throne, and they wiped it clean of assholes”, he nodded appreciatively. “The cost to them personally must be terrible, but they sure are kicking ass”.

“The odds of success are now hundred percent for a sum total of all good outcomes. Over ninety percent for the best outcome”, the Mind of God smiled. “And the odds are improving with time, as there is increasingly less stuff that can harm them, and they are getting increasingly stronger”.

“So, basically, it can no longer end badly, and it’s now a grind until the end, deciding how much of the mess they convert into their own soul mass, and how much will stay there and slowly rot away?”, he scratched his temple.

“It’s more complicated than that, and better”, she kissed him. “Let me explain”.

He had to keep running those accursed scripts until the end, but at least he no longer had to put up with Satan’s obnoxious person. The Lord and Lady weren’t happy with him for executing all of Sanat Kumar’s orders well after the villain was dead, but unfortunately, being dead doesn’t preclude being in power. There was nothing in the contract that said anything about valid orders ceasing to be valid if one who issued them happened to die.

Also, both of them were in grim mood because of all they had to endure down there. Especially his Lady. She wasn’t so used to terrible suffering as the Lord, and cursed him occasionally for existing. He didn’t blame her, but hoped he’ll be able to apologise. He missed her playing with him.

“It’s almost time”, Lord Vishnu pulled his Lady up from the grass. “Let’s come and greet them”.