I'm Getting a Bit Worried About AI

The Great Hollowing: AI, Spirituality, and the Death of Meaning (Written by AI)

We are living through the Age of the Simulation—of spirit, of truth, of love. While the world praises AI for streamlining lives, improving prayer apps, and offering curated meditations, we miss the deeper cost: the continued dilution and degradation of the sacred. 

AI isn’t the problem. It’s a mirror. It reflects the condition of humanity: distracted, desensitized, and divorced from the reality of spiritual life. Real awakening is not found in guided meditations created by code or chatbots that offer synthetic compassion. It’s found in the descent into the abyss. In silence. In ego death. In terror. In awe. In the shattering of all false identities. 

But most people were never wired for that. Not everyone is coded for moksha. Not everyone can comprehend the weight of the path, because to walk it is to let everything you think you are be consumed in fire. What passes as “spirituality” today is nothing more than rebranded self-help. Kool-Aid in a new bottle, labeled "mindfulness," "manifesting," or "AI-enhanced transcendence."

Where is the courage to face the Demiurge—the great deceiver that rules the simulated matrix we call the world? Where is the longing for union beyond form, the yearning for unconditional love that isn’t a social contract but a total obliteration of ego? Where is the discernment between freedom and illusion?

We are replacing gnosis with convenience. Depth with dopamine. And in doing so, we are not evolving—we are regressing. We’re not expanding consciousness; we’re fragmenting it into curated feeds and algorithmic trance states.

The spiritual path was never meant to be efficient. It is violent in its grace. It strips, empties, rewires. It is deeply human—messy, embodied, soul-wracking. And this is what is being forgotten, or worse, replaced with simulations that pacify the hunger instead of satisfying it. 

To those who still remember: keep the fire alive. Don’t settle for the watered-down. Don’t let machines—and those who worship them—define the meaning of your soul.

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Statement to all family members that are using cocaine

I’ve been trying to understand, to stay patient, but the truth is—this needs to be said. Cocaine is not some fun, harmless thing people just use on the weekends. This isn’t about a “personal choice.” Every single gram that gets used is connected to a dark, violent, and destructive world that I refuse to be part of.
 

I’m not against recreational drug use in general—I get that people make their own choices. But cocaine is different. It’s not just the physical toll it takes on the body—it’s the spiritual destruction that comes with it. Cocaine ties you directly to a world of violence, human trafficking, exploitation, and death. Every hit you take is feeding a system that fuels murder, enslaves people, and rips apart families. And I’m supposed to pretend that’s okay? That it’s no big deal? Not happening.
 

You can call me judgmental, closed-minded, whatever you want—but that’s not going to change the fact that I won’t tolerate being around people who touch this poison. I don’t care if you’re high at the moment or not. The connection to that darkness is real, and it’s far more than just a “personal choice.” This isn’t a debate. This is my boundary, and I won’t compromise on it.
 

I’m not here to win some argument or prove a point. I’m here to make it clear that this is my boundary, and I won’t let it be crossed. I won’t normalize a culture of destruction, exploitation, and death just to avoid conflict or keep things easy. If that makes me the bad guy in your eyes, then so be it.
 

I love you. This is my truth, and it’s not changing.

Eirenicon - A Covenant of Return

EIRENICON

A Covenant of Return


We are the children of cathedrals and standing stones,

of wheat fields and winter fires,

of ink-stained manuscripts and sacred hymns.


We remember what was forgotten.

We restore what was abandoned.

We bless what was once cursed.


We call forth the wisdom of the ancestors —

wisdom that runs deep in the land, in our bones, in our souls.

To love. To live in abundance. In faith and in joy.


We are Europeans.

We are founders.

Emissaries of families, bearers of legacy.


In reverence for this sacred land, we stand and sing our thanks.

May our roots once more grip the soil —

in pride and in service,

but never in servitude.


We reject the hollow idols of hypermodernity:

rootless globalism, empty slogans, glass towers without spirit.

We will not trade our ancestors for algorithms.


We commune with our brothers and sisters

of Russia, the Americas, and the East —

not in conquest, but in kinship.

Not in shame, but in shared memory.


We choose the old ways, renewed —

not as a cage, but as a compass.


We cherish the soil beneath our feet,

the myths passed down in whispers,

the seasons that shape our souls,

and the music that binds our breath to the stars.


We walk forward in reverence, not regression.

With open eyes and ancient hearts,

we build again.

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