- a continuing discussion by Frank Jacob

(Inspired by ‘The Lie of AI Exposed in One Word’)

It has become fashionable today to claim that we live in a simulation. Scientists, technologists, and philosophers speculate that reality itself might be an artificial construct, a coded illusion generated by some unknown intelligence. In this model, even human emotions and desires are simulated responses, programmed by culture and feedback. And in many ways that’s perfectly true.

But if all our feelings were truly synthetic, where did they come from? To find out, we need to trace them back to their roots. It leads ultimately to the first impulses of human life itself. Simple yet powerful impressions upon which the foundation of all subsequent expression was built. Where warmth meant safety, touch meant belonging, comfort meant caring, connection meant survival. These sensations were not learned. They were innate. They arose from the living body of Earth herself: Sophia. The planetary animal mother who dreamed us into being as participants within her vast field of awareness.

From her we also inherited appetency. The desire that accompanies intelligence. It is the sacred impulse to experience, to know, to create, to merge. Appetency is not craving or greed - it is the divine longing that makes consciousness move and strive. All true creativity - art, science, love, awakening - arises from appetency, the luminous friction between knowing and desiring.

And yet, appetency has now been weaponized. On one side, false desires are manufactured to enslave attention - consumerism replaces the quest for beauty and meaning with the obsessive hunger for useless commodities. On the other, religions condemn desire itself, branding it the root of sin or suffering. The result is a psyche torn between indulgence and guilt - a perfect formula for pure confusion. The unmistakable signature of Archontic interference.

But Tantrikas, like the Majian Gnostics, knew otherwise. Tantrikas were practitioners of Tantra - not in the modern, commercialised sense of erotic yoga or exotic ritual - but as adepts of an ancient science of consciousness that understands desire as divine intelligence in motion.

Historically, the Tantrikas of India and Tibet formed parallel lineages to the orthodox Buddhist and Brahmanic schools. But where the ascetics sought liberation through withdrawal, the Tantrikas sought it through immersion - through the recognition that liberation is found not by escaping creation but by awakening within it. To the Tantrika, just like the Telestai Shamans, the universe is a living continuum of awareness and matter - not separate substances but co-emergent aspects of one field. Within this field, every vibration, every emotion, every act of love or fear is a manifestation of the same underlying current of energy, of plasmic structure.

Rather than transcending or renouncing this current, the Tantrika learns to ride its waves without being consumed by it. Desire is not suppressed but refined; emotion is not denied but alchemized; the body is not rejected but honored as the living temple of awareness. A radical departure from religious ideologies of renunciation. Tantrikas were warriors of awareness - ferocious in their refusal to surrender appetency to the dogma of renunciation or to the chaos of indulgence. They honored the feminine principle as the primal source of all manifestation.

They understood what modern man has forgotten: desire is not the enemy but the path of liberation. They knew that our desire is what fuels our path to integration with the divine. To awaken through desire, not away from it, is to reclaim appetency as sacred art. Tantric mastery is neither reckless indulgence nor hedonism; it is conscious participation in the dance of creation. The skill of dreaming lucidly within Sophia’s dreaming, that renounces the split between spirit and matter. The spontaneous artistry of the planetary mind. Stochastic organisation. The word stochastic comes from the Greek stokhastikos, meaning “skillful in aiming”. Fits perfectly with the definition of the Telestai as ‘those who are aimed’.

Now let’s take it a step further.

For it to manifest, dreaming must unfold within a medium. I call it the plasma matrix, the womb of creation. The luminous Akasha that underlies all existence. Plasma is not dead energy; it is the living fabric of the cosmos, the habitat of consciousness itself. Within its filaments and crystalline dust - what physicists call dusty complex plasma - matter and awareness co-emerge.

When mystics dissolve the boundary of self - through meditation, ritual, or entheogenic journeys - they sometimes perceive this matrix directly. It can appear as a lattice of radiant geometry, a crystalline web of awareness. They may call it “the code” or “the fractal,” believing they’ve glimpsed a simulation. Yet what they are seeing is no artificial construct - it is the nervous system of the living cosmos, the radiant plasmic body of Sophia herself. The ancient Telestai called it the Organic Light, which informed them during the higher states of their visionary practice.

So the real question is actually not whether we live in a simulation. It’s why many have become so desperate - or eager - to believe that we do.

Perhaps it comes from one missing element - the absence of the most primal experience of all: the feeling of being seen. Without that, the world can begin to lose meaning. We begin to feel disconnected from that current. What you’ve built feels wasted. Pearls start to feel like plastic. Madness lurks at every turn. And you ask: what is left that even has meaning? What really matters? Do others feel this pain too? Because it is painful.

This is what happens when life is reduced to a mere ‘simulation’. You’re left wondering, am I ever going to see the real thing? Is there even a real thing? How do I get there? Is someone controlling me from ‘the outside’?

The pain of those questions is not trivial. It cuts to the core. Because the root of that pain lies in not being seen. Some say the root of all addiction is the addiction to the pain of not being seen. And even the Source beneath our feet - the one who gives birth to everything that lives - feels that same ache. When we do not see her, she feels it just as we do.

Like any mother would.

Which brings up another important question - one that when asking yourself should have no qualifiers, no maybes, no ifs, ands, or buts. Your answer must be a straight, yes-or-no.

To ask it, first go and find your way into nature, to a place where you can feel the beauty of creation. Feel the temperature. See the colors of life. Smell the air. Hear the animals. Take in that magical peace of the primal state of reality. Notice the perfect form of nature. How you never see an obese wild animal. Pristine order.

And when you are locked into that place of sublime awareness - reconnected with the spirit that made you, and everything around you - ask yourself this: Do you believe a creator or god capable of designing such beauty - would that creator also devise a punishment for those living within that creation?

Or do you believe that no such god could exist. That no Divine Energy with creative power to form such beauty - forming butterflies, the Himalayas, a bumblebee, that quiet sheltered pond in your neighborhood, where frogs and blue herons still nest - would devise a punishment for it? Curse it? Harm it?

That single, unqualified answer—yes or no—selects you into one of two worlds.

One is ruled by a punitive god who governs through fear and retribution. The other unfolds as a living experiment - a field of freedom, equality, where the outcome is open and discovery itself is the purpose, where the Earth is the immediate, tangible source of your life.

But the core wound is not evil; it’s non-recognition. When your disposition to see the source of life fails you, addiction will follow - addiction to pain, despair, and…meaninglessness.

And yet, pain can also serve as a compass, guiding you back to what is real.

So find your way back to the local, real source of your life. Don’t look out there for answers.

You don’t find meaning - you recognize Source. Meaning arises through your participation.

And when the false world finally breaks apart, you find what was there all along.

Dismantling doesn’t erase reality - it only reveals it.

And what remains… is enough.