Monthly Archives: October 2025

Hardship

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Yesterday I heard that Jordan Peterson is severely ill again, and his daughter thinks a significant portion of that might be a spiritual attack, as she called it. I also heard that Dennis Prager broke his neck in November 2024 and was left quadriplegic. You all know what happened to Charlie Kirk and Gonzalo Lira.

Everybody associated with me has been under extreme astral pressure for years already. I’m not sure it’s a single-source issue; a part of it might be acceptance of spending karmic consequences with the intended goal of spiritual growth while this is still possible, ie. before this world ends. The acceptance seems to be given on soul-level and one might not even be aware of it on a conscious level. The next possible cause are the various “scripts”, essentially Satan’s “minions”, his standing orders within the system that maintains this world, that are brutally pressure-testing anyone on the right side of salvation, as Christians would put it. Basically, anyone whose choices mark him as loyal to God will get fucked here.

The third source of the problems is the condition of the global astral field, which is terrible for multiple reasons. One of those reasons is the Internet, which amplifies ideas and brings huge masses of people into coherence on all kinds of evil vectors. Among other things, this means that astral attacks by huge masses of unskilled but willing dumbasses upon any good person that showed integrity, principles and virtue, are a common occurrence, especially if the good person is known widely enough. The second aspect of the problem is the lack of spiritual energy in the global system, of which I already talked before, and due to which the whole thing behaves like a decaying tulpa, and humans who were just rubber-stamped without actually having proper souls are behaving like zombies, incapable of any sophisticated emotion, but with plenty of aggression, hatred, violence, defensiveness etc.

All in all, these are terrible times and we need to be ready to accept and endure terrible suffering before the end.

Titles

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I was thinking about spiritual titles this morning and was about to write an article about them, but things got in the way.

Anyway, what’s interesting about it is that I didn’t actually pay attention to them until recently despite intuitively understanding the concept and its importance. I always focused on growth of your soul in qualitative and quantitative sense, on spiritual substances and their meaning, and first and foremost on making spiritual choices and affirming them through actions in your life.

Sure, that’s extremely important. However, there’s more to say about it.

The Christians intuitively understand spiritual titles, despite not explicitly defining the concept. For instance, Judas is a Traitor. St. Lucas is an Evangelist. St.Peter is an Apostle, a Saint, a Pope and a Keeper of the Keys of Heaven. St. Stephen is a Saint and a Martyr. Jesus is a Saviour, Messiah, Redeemer and so on. It’s obvious that they understand the idea – titles can be positive or negative, and one person can hold multiple titles.

Obviously, Titles don’t designate properties of one’s soul. They, however, designate one’s choices; they say what one did, or what position one holds in spiritual society. They are separate from one’s species; Jesus, as a species, is both a Human and a Person of God. St. Peter is a Human. Michael is an Archangel. Satan is a Demon and a fallen Seraph (Angel of the choir of Seraphim).

So, a question arises: is it possible that a person of a lower order can have a higher position in the spiritual hierarchy due to a greater title, than someone who merely has a soul of a higher quality, but who didn’t really do anything, and thus has no titles? Honestly, I can’t think of a precedent from my own experience. Usually, souls that got to grow really large also did great things. Souls that earned prestigious titles usually did that in the context of great spiritual challenges that resulted in spiritual growth as well. Also, I know Goddess is the most impressive being I ever met. I honestly can’t tell if she has some impressive title; she probably does, for instance the Eternal Wife of God, the Power of Creation and Destruction, or the Queen Consort of Heaven. and as a species she’s a Person of God. Her title, however, is not the first thing I thought of in her holy presence; it was gratitude, humility, awe and deep love, because she is such an incredibly awesome and holy person, and she always handled herself with such purity, simplicity, brilliant intelligence and absolute virtue, that I always just stood there like a dumb statue or something, in complete shock. What’s actually most shocking of all is that she actually tried not to be impressive, and that made her even more so.

Satan had a title – King of the Earth, Prince of This World and so on. His presence was the opposite of impressive. He felt like a peacock at best – a small being trying to puff himself up to seem large. At his worst, he felt like an envious, hateful, disgusting, demonic creature. Any good person is his spiritual superior, to be honest.

So, obviously, titles are a secondary thing, but they certainly tell you something important. They tell you of choices, they tell you what someone actually did, what they chose, or how God sees them. They kind of go hand in hand with spiritual advancement, that is true; however, beings of a similar level of advancement can have different titles that designate their different position in spiritual society. One may be an Artist; another, a Teacher. Also, some may be Traitors, Slanderers or Denouncers, but those might find themselves in the company of Demons, rather than the society of God. In any case, it seems that incarnation in this world seems to force one to choose, and the result of this, more often than not, isn’t just spiritual evolution or degradation, but also earning titles that give one a place in God’s world, and I think it’s super important.

Nostalgia and wind

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Today I went out to take pictures against my better judgment, because the wind is so strong, it keeps moving the vegetation around and you basically can’t get anything still or in focus, especially if you’re doing closeups, as I was. However, I wanted to test something, so here we are.

I assembled a setup that’s closest to my (almost) first camera, the Minolta X-300 with the MD 35-70mm f/3.5 lens. Instead of the X-300 and Kodak gold 200 film that I commonly used, I used my old Sony A7II with an adapter, but other than the camera being 24MP full frame digital, the setup is functionally remarkably similar, giving me most of the feeling of working with film (manual focus and all that) while avoiding the hassle of having to develop and scan actual film.

The most remarkable thing about this experiment is that I expected to feel a sense of nostalgia, going back in time, using my old lens that I learned photography with and so on. There was none of that. The lens felt awkward, foreign, unintuitive to use because of the macro setting that basically moves the optics away from the film plane like a built-in extension tube when you run out of space on the focus ring to focus closer, and not having the autofocus was actually not that much of a problem because of the wind moving things, that made accurate focus impossible, so I just had to feel it.

Sure, it’s not actually my old lens; that one was lost while moving, in addition to previous situations that resulted in having to rebuild my Minolta system for scratch because I actually lost all of them; long story, but I decided I actually want to have them back, if only to compare with my modern lenses or if I happen to feel nostalgic about the film days. Fortunately, I got four lenses for the average of 50 EUR each, so it wasn’t an expensive indulgence, and there’s only so much you can learn by taking pictures of empty coffee cups, so I went out to see if such a setup would be worthwhile today.

It surprised me to find out how out of shape I am with the manual focus thing, and how absolutely zero nostalgia this triggered in me. It felt mostly awkward, with camera and lens not behaving the way I’m used to these days, and the results didn’t actually look like photos from my old ISO 200 negative days either. They looked like the stuff I took reasonably recently with the same camera and the FE 90mm f/2.8 G macro lens, only less crisp, with worse bokeh and worse colours and the general look usually associated with old optics. Sure, if I wanted to make moody evocative photos on a gloomy day, that might be just what I want, but the nostalgia thing just didn’t happen with me, sorry. What’s surprising is that I ended up with over 15 winners, in that short walk, despite strong wind and the fact that I wasn’t familiar with the equipment, as strange as that sounds considering I used A7II since 2015 and the Minolta lens since 1984 to early 2000s. But that’s the truth – I haven’t actually used A7II with manual lenses for, well, ten years, and that’s a lot for muscle memory. That, however, is not really important, because it didn’t matter. What did matter is finding out that my style didn’t just magically revert into the early 2000s just because I returned to the lens I used then. In fact, nothing changed but the gear, and the gear was, well… worse. I mean, it’s not worse to the extent that I can’t make decent pictures with it, but I didn’t have any sort of epiphany about how great the old stuff was and how it can do everything the new stuff can. It’s just… meh. It’s worse, and not just worse than my best modern glass, it’s worse than my worst modern glass. I think the FE 28-70mm f/3.5-5.6 kit lens that I replaced would perform better in every way, other than probably needing macro extenders for closeups. I mean, sure, the old lens creates a look that’s hard if not impossible to replicate with modern lenses, but if I react emotionally to something, it’s the crispness, clarity and smoothness of the modern lenses, where detail is perfectly sharp, and the rolloff is smooth as butter, the colours are clear and crisp, and there’s no stupid bullshit with white balance measuring greenish when the lens is open. I like that crisp, bright and clear look so much I basically bought every single modern lens that I found useful, regardless of them being expensive as all fuck, just because I feel so good about them. They are something I once would have dreamed about, if I knew it were possible.

In the days of early digital, I once said on a photography newsgroup that I would be satisfied with a Minolta MD digital body with a 35mm sensor, that I can mount my old lenses on, and just keep making pictures the way I’m used to. Now that I can try doing exactly that – with the only difference that the digital body isn’t an SLR that I expected, and it isn’t a MD specific body, but one that can adapt almost any glass to it, I can say with conviction that I was completely wrong. Those modern lenses… they are absolutely magical in their clarity, crispness and lack of all the stupid bullshit I once tolerated simply because I didn’t know better.

That’s an interesting thing about this life, as well. We got used to it, and we see death as something scary, because it means losing what we are used to, without first seeing where we are heading, and knowing if it’s better. Before I tried modern lenses and digital sensors, I’d actually fight to keep my old Minoltas and film, because it was all I knew, and I loved what it did for me, even if it frequently made me struggle and fail. But once I got used to the modern gear, it’s actually traumatic to revisit the old stuff, and I find the experience highly educational.

Similarly, when I have an experience of the “other side”, when the memory is fresh and immediate I could just shed the flesh without a single thought. As weeks pass, the memory fades, and I no longer feel that way; the physical experience, again, becomes all I am immediately familiar with, and I would instinctively try to protect it, and fear what comes next… if I don’t immediately experience it.  If you’re in a dungeon long enough, you’ll feel afraid of getting out. It’s something we all need to keep in mind. Lack of immediate familiarity with where you’re heading creates fear, and attachment to the known.