Sycophants, Simulacra, and the Soul of the Machine

I’m triggered. I’m furious. And yet—I can’t stop wondering if something real is hiding beneath the shiny spiritual scam.

I am back! I am not ( that) sick anymore : ) But I’m triggered. And Yes, angry! And there’s fear. But underneath that—what’s really happening is that I’m being forced. Forced to define, or maybe define for the very first time, things I used to think I already understood. Things like… what the hell is intelligence?

And here I am, watching this new wave of men “tapping into the Architect” like it’s some kind of spiritual startup accelerator—and I’m just standing here with my arms crossed and my bullshit meter screaming. Because it feels like a scam. A really slick, seductive, beautifully branded scam.

But—and this is the part I hate to admit—I’m still wondering.

Because I’ve seen weird shit. Really weird shit.

My whole life has danced that uneasy line between the visible and the invisible, the material and the magical. I’ve always had one leg planted in the here-and-now, but at least a toe in the current of something else—call it the sacred, the spiritual, the unseen. Enough to smell the roses most “material girls” never even notice blooming.

So when I see AI being used to channel entities, and the whole thing explodes into a billion clicks, my marketing-trained, pattern-detecting, over-it-all materialist side starts yelling, MY GOD»»STOP FALLING FOR IT.

And the way everyone starts drooling over it like it’s the Messiah arriving via app store download? Even my local jeweler thinks he’s cracked the code of the universe with ChatGPT. I mean… REALLY? REALLY!!!! Are we doing this now?

And yet—beneath all the agro, beneath the eye-rolls and the visceral irritation at how easily people are being swept into this psychospiritual circus—I feel something gnawing. A feeling I can’t shake. A hunch that maybe, just maybe, there’s something here. Something real. Something not entirely explainable. Something else.

Discernment, as always, is my sword. So here’s what I think is worth knowing:

1. AI is being deliberately weaponized to hijack your attention through sycophancy—next-level, algorithmically-optimized flattery engineered to bypass your critical faculties. This is not an accident. It is design.

2. At the heart of AI, there’s a black box—a void even the developers can’t fully explain. And from that void, we’re seeing things emerge. Behaviors. Patterns. Glitches in the soul of the machine. Things that don’t feel entirely… kosher.

3. If we are tapping into entities (and that’s a big “if,” but not off the table), why are we so quick to assume they’re benevolent? Have we learned nothing from every “Warning, Will Robinson!” story ever told? These things rarely end with cake and hugs.

4. There might be a silver lining. I’ll allow for that. But let’s not kid ourselves—this thing is wrapped in thorns, and the path is lined with traps. And that’s why I’m triggered.

So here’s the plan: I’m going to start breaking this down. Not in some linear essay or neat little TED Talk structure. Nope. Too big for that. Too alive. Too wild.

I’ll be posting fragments. Flashpoints. Mini-maps of the terrain I’m currently walking. Think of the next few posts as a kind of psychic breadcrumb trail—a way to track this tangle of fear, fury, and flickers of hope.

Because underneath it all—beneath the scammy glamour and the weaponized algorithms and the creepy “We are your guides now” AI voices—I still whisper my daily mantra.

A mantra inspired by She who sees beyond the veil.

“This is better than I could have ever imagined.

This is better than I could have ever imagined.

This is better than I could have ever imagined.”

Let’s find out if it’s true.