I’ve completed the proofreading and the book PDF is available for download.

I also linked it from the books page.

I exhausted myself beyond all limits with this and my brain refuses to do any more work at this point so, see you when I recover because I’m done.

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 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”.

“It’s a wonder to behold”, Azrael told his wife. “We are looking straight into the eyes of evil and madness, and the way it is presenting itself is as narcissistic as it is ridiculous”, he gestured in dismay. “I mean, ‘liberty, fraternity, and equality’; sounds lovely until you see what they actually mean by it, and what they mean by it is ‘kill everybody who used to be in power, and this will automatically produce heaven on earth and everything will be wonderful’”.

“They should put the guillotine on their flag, that would be more honest”, Hypatia grinned. “But what do they even mean by all that nonsense? Everybody should be equal and free to do whatever?”

“It’s Satan’s moto, essentially. He wants to destroy the most powerful beings because he’s being oppressed by the fact that he constantly has to be aware of his inferiority, and he thinks everything would be great once he kills everyone who thinks they are better than him. As for liberty, he’s the only one who ever cared for being able to do anything he wanted with impunity; him and possibly a handful of other demons. And those demons usually found something fulfilling to do soon enough. He just wants to torture and humiliate people and that gives him a power trip”, he explained.

“Those people are certainly following in his footsteps”, she nodded. “They are incredibly murderous, hysterical and hypocritical”.

“And they took over two countries at once – France and the British colonies in America, which seems to indicate something about Satan’s plans. He is creating a new world and wants to burn the old one down. They are overthrowing moderate, reasonable rulers, but if you read their newspapers, you’d think they were overthrowing the tyranny of Caligula. It reminds me of Satan’s early days – if you listened to him talk, it was all about the right to self-determination and freedom. It was only after his victims started arriving that it became obvious what the actual agenda was”, he looked grim.

“I find both the propaganda and the reality quite educational. The propaganda shows you what one wants to believe of himself, and what he wants others to believe. The reality of their actions show what it’s all about. Here in Heaven, we don’t have any propaganda or mission statements. There are no big inspirational speeches. Just people hanging out in the gardens, talking over coffee, doing things they want to do, and loving each other deeply. Since there is no difference between what we want others to think we’re doing, and the things we are actually doing, there is no need for propaganda. You only need propaganda if you are a liar, and you want to mask your evil under a palatable guise”, she nodded.

“I think we are seeing a template for the future. Revolutionary movements, wanting to tear everything down in the name of progress, liberation, emancipation, freedom, or whatever nonsense the propagandists cook up. They will find some legitimate issue that can drive up the masses, and they will start murderous, destructive campaigns. This will be done iteratively until it establishes Satan’s ideal society, where everybody is miserable, of crushed spirit, hateful, resentful and pathetic. And it will always be someone else’s fault”.

“It’s funny how Sanat Kumar used to harp about the tyranny of heaven, and he himself continues to establish tyrannies and oppressive systems”, he continued. “You won’t see mobs rising up with pitchforks to guillotine Lord Vishnu and Lady Lakshmi”, he smiled at his wife’s horrified expression. “We are obviously so thoroughly oppressed that we’ve internalised our oppression and we don’t even perceive it”, he laughed.

“I don’t know how he even managed to sell that nonsense to anyone”, she wondered.

“He was selling it in the astral nursery back then, where hardly anyone ever saw a God in person”, he reminded her. “In fact, all the good stuff we have now came as a result of his evil works, which is an irony. He worked to eliminate the Gods, and as a result, we have how many Gods now?”

“Thirty one, if I’m right. Shankaracharya and Zeb-un-Nissa, and Theresa and Juan being the most recent additions”, she nodded.

“And we started with four or six, depending on the way of counting. If he expected to start some revolution that will tear down heaven, his efforts have been vastly counterproductive”, Lord Azrael smiled. “The only mob the Elders have to fear are the worshippers surprising them with a shower of flower petals”.

“Apparently, we have no use for liberty, freedom or rights”, she laughed. “The only thing we need is our discipline, our duties, and the relationships we have forged. If everybody seeks only to serve and love, heaven is the emergent property of such attitude. And likewise, if everybody wants rights, liberties and freedoms, hell is the natural emergent property of such attitude”, she melted into his side.

“I’m afraid they are going to have a deluge of rights, liberties and freedom on Earth in the following years”, he waved in dismay.

“I translate it as mass murder and treating people like garbage”, she smiled.

“Yes, that’s what I meant”, he laughed.