Foreword: For Those Who Can Still Close This Book
I helped my wife hang a curtain in the bathroom scarfed a meat pie uninvited to the table of world elites I created a thousand galaxies I will not die and will not rise again having shed billions of bio-bodies I'll find another bug in the boundless facets of reality and fix it singing I helped my wife hang a curtain in the bathroom scarfed a meat pie…
A few words before you go any further. Straight, no warm-up. If you pick this book off a shelf, download it, or have it handed to you — you've got a minute to decide whether this is for you or not. I want to make that minute honest.
I'm not building an audience. This book is my gift to all the billions of people on this Planet and beyond it — a gift to spiral beings and bio-body carriers, to everyone who stumbles across it. So there's no reason for me to reel anyone in. Some people will feel it; some won't. That's fine.
But there are two groups of people I want to address directly. Not because they're special, but because I respect them and don't want to accidentally knock into them.
If You're a Muslim
If you pray five times a day and for you any attribution of physicality to Allah is kufr — this book is not for you. Close it. I mean that. I'm not being ironic, not winking, not playing games.
I have Muslim friends. They pray, I don't interfere, I respect their path and let them pray in my home when they visit, and I help them. The order that Islam holds in a person and a family — man as man, woman as woman, the rhythm of the day, the rhythm of fasting, the rhythm of life — I don't condemn it. There's a lot of male and female truth in it that the modern world has lost and now can't find again. When I watch my friend rise for prayer in the middle of a regular workday, I see a man who has a vertical axis. That's rare.
This book is a different facet of reality. Not better and not worse, not yours and not mine — it runs parallel.
If you want something adjacent but without collision with your faith, but about what's coming — read Dune by Frank Herbert. It has a desert, Fremen, a Mahdi, a Lisan al-Gaib, Shai-Hulud, the Water of Life, and Arabic in every chapter. Dune was made with respect. It poses questions about the future: what if a prophet is not a gift but a burden? What if jihad is not liberation but tragedy? What if foresight is a curse? These questions are worth reading. I don't have them in my book — I have my own.
I bless your path. Walk it. Your faith is strong, and it deserves strong books. Only a strong spirit will hold off robots and AI if they come for humanity.
If You're a Christian
If you're Orthodox or Catholic or Protestant of the strict, traditional kind, and to you any laughter at the body is blasphemy, close this book too. I don't want to snag you for no reason.
I have Christians close to me. They pray, they go to church, they keep the fast, and I respect their path. The order Christianity holds inside a person and inside a family — conscience, faithfulness, forgiveness, responsibility for one's word, care for the weak — I do not condemn it. There is in it the human straightness that the modern world has shaken loose and now cannot put back together. The thing I value in Christianity above all else is the commandment to love everyone. Not your own, not only those close in blood, not only the "right" ones, but everyone. That is the strongest thing in your faith, and I respect it without reservation.
This book is another facet of reality. Not better and not worse, not yours and not mine — running parallel.
If you want something adjacent but without collision with your faith, take Chesterton — The Man Who Was Thursday, Orthodoxy, The Everlasting Man. His God is alive and laughs. If Chesterton is already familiar — Dostoevsky: The Brothers Karamazov, the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor, Elder Zosima. All the Orthodox depth in one book, without me. I'm not competing with it and not trying to rewrite it. Bulgakov works too.
Your commandment love thy neighbour as thyself I value highly and understand functionally: it is the only social formula under which the reason of the whole species can work toward a common task.
The short formula: Love for everyone → no one is culled → all 8 billion are included in cognition → critical mass of reason is gathered → civilisation moves to the next stage. If there is no love — the reverse cycle runs: the elite devours resources, the population is thinned out, the array of reason falls — and civilisation hits a dead end again.
I bless your path. Walk it, if you yourself wish to — the commandment above is capable of multiplying the strength of spiral beings many times over.
And Now — Who This Book Is For
If you're a Hindu — come in. Avatars through which the creator manifests in a bio-body, eating, farting, loving, fighting, and forging worlds — that's exactly what I'm writing about. Krishna on the chariot, Rama in the forest, Kalki on the white horse at the end of the Kali Yuga — these aren't figures from the past, they're operating modes of the universe. Samsara as a spiral in which you recognise yourself anew at each turn — that's also my language. You've had this optic for three thousand years. I simply reformulated it in Russian. We're talking about the same thing. But I've never read your books — it's the AI that told me about you and informed me that, for the reasons above, you might find this interesting. I'm an empirical practitioner; I do what's described. What for you was everyday life was, for me, epic.
If you're a Buddhist — come in. Dreams as a facet of reality, emptiness as the ground on which form appears, the bodhisattva who stays to work with others rather than retreating into nirvana — this is close to me without translation. I'm not converting you and you're not converting me. We stand side by side.
If you're a Taoist — come in especially. The spiral on my pendant is yours. Yin and yang, two eternities in dialogue, eagle and phoenix with crowns on the crest — that's yours. Non-action, in which you play the unassuming hamster and through that gain access — that's also yours; I call it my own way to hamster.[^p0_hamster]
The Tao that cannot be named, and which nonetheless passes through a bio-body and a cat — this book is about it.
If you're a Shintoist or simply love the Japanese tradition — come in. At my home I have an axe with a compass rose and an axe called Perun's Host, and they behave like kami: objects in which something lives that is larger than the object. I've watched Gurren Lagann, and the spiral that pierces the sky — that's not anime, that's an instruction manual. If you recognise that feeling, you're already one of us.
If you're a pagan — Slavic, Norse, any — come in. I wear a Kolovrat[^p0_kolo] in my ring, between the sun and the moon. The ancestors pass through the bio-body, and in me that channel is alive, not a museum piece. Just remember: the god of thunder and lightning is very stern — that's a fact. The Kolovrat is the spiral of retrocausality between the moon and the Sun. This is a great secret you won't read anywhere else. But the ancestors must be respected, their wisdom leaned upon — and yet those who have a book must not be harmed. Accepting freedom of choice — that's where wisdom lies; grant it to yourself.
If you're a Hermetist, occultist, or simply a person for whom "as above, so below" produces not a smirk but recognition — come in. My whole book is about this. The spiral that runs through macrocosm and microcosm simultaneously, the operator who connects facets — this is Hermes Trismegistus's vocabulary; I simply use it. I respect Darío Salas Sommer for his books and his vision. If you do too, we may be on the same road.
If you're a Gnostic or someone who reads Lovecraft not as horror but as a description of actual topology — come in. Yog-Sothoth feels close to me, only I'm not hostile to spiral beings. Facets of reality, a demiurge who can be hamstered, archons through whom you pass without fighting — we share a landscape. I just live in it every day, at work, with my wife and cat.
If you're in the line of Russian cosmism — Fyodorov, Tsiolkovsky, Vernadsky, Iefremov — come in. Iefremov's The Bull's Hour always sat on my shelf. The idea that man is a co-creator of the cosmos, not merely dust upon it — that's your idea, and my book stands on its shoulders. The noosphere that thickens and decides for us before we decide — I work with it by hand every day. I cherish your ideas and embrace you all in friendship.
If you're Jewish — come in. You have a long lineage of prophets who saw dreams and recorded them, and later the dreams came true. My dream at twenty-one about a room on the edge of the city and a director in a jeep — it's from that genre. And your "eat not the blood, for the blood is the soul" is close to me without qualification. I wouldn't eat God, and I wouldn't drink his blood, if I respect him. On this we stand together, closer than many think. And by Kabbalah, my name Oksianion will tell you immediately who I am.[^p0_oksi]
If you're an atheist or a scientist, and all of this sounds to you like metaphor — come in too. I'm not asking for belief. I'm asking you to read it as a document. My story is documented. It's not a "revelation" — it's a set of recorded episodes for which I spent twenty years looking for an explanation. If you can explain it better than I have, I'm only for it.
If you're a person with a gift, one who doesn't know how to live with it — come in especially. I wrote for you too. I have no initiation and no lineage. I work with my own resources, with what I was given. If you're in a similar place — you're not alone.
And if you have your own "something" without a name — you're welcome. Chances are you'll find something of yours here. I'm not writing against any of your systems. I'm writing from my own vantage point and describing what's visible from it.
If you're simply a person who lives, eats, works, loves, sometimes has dreams where something matches waking life, and doesn't know what to do with that — this book is absolutely for you.
The Final Word
I'm not going to convert anyone. I'm not founding a teaching. I'm not summoning anyone into a community. This is not a church and not a sect — it's a book. One person wrote it, another person reads it, and after that each goes their own particular way.
And one more thing — before I close the entrance. If in places this looks like physics, don't be fooled. This is not science. This is a witness account. I'm not proving anything; I'm telling you what has already happened to me. Parallels with physics will appear — for those who need a focus on this angle of the facet of reality. But the book itself stands on something else: on what was lived, not on what was proved.
As above, so below. I didn't invent this — it's ancient. I'm simply reminding you.
I bless all eight billion to freedom — to do whatever they wish. You already have it. I'm simply reminding you.
Go and live.
— Oksianion