Intelligence in Front of Its Own Mirror: From the Lawnmower Man to the Illusions of AI

According to the French Institute of Health and Medical Research (INSERM), artificial intelligence emerged in the 1950s in order to develop machines capable of performing human tasks by mimicking brain activity. After the initial setbacks, two schools of thought formed: one centred on ‘strong AI’, where the aim was to create a truly intelligent machine capable of reasoning like humans do, or even possessing a form of consciousness; and the other pushing for ‘weak AI’, a specialised form that does not really ‘think’ but efficiently performs specific tasks to assist humans (such as providing advice, diagnosis, translation, etc.).

“Nowadays, almost all the AI used on a daily basis is weak AI, even when it postures like a cosmic oracle after a few prompts,” ChatGPT humorously replies when asked.

Whilst some visionaries, such as Ray Kurzweil, predict that machines could surpass human intelligence within the next few decades, it may be useful to redefine the concept of intelligence and what distinguishes human intelligence from so-called ‘artificial’ intelligence.

What Is Intelligence?

Beware of the artificial intelligence virus. Perfect representation puts the brain to sleep.

Serge Bouchard 

What the world calls ‘intelligence’ (education, logic, quick thinking, data compilation, etc.) is simply memory management. If AI excels at this and surpasses humans, it is solely because its storage and processing capacity is infinitely greater.

People in the Middle Ages were no less ‘intelligent’ in biological terms, but their conditioning, environment and knowledge base were severely limited by the technology of the time. Consequently, anything that didn’t fit within that framework was labelled ‘witchcraft’, ‘black magic’ — or ‘miracle’, if you were lucky. This is, incidentally, humorously illustrated in the film The Visitors.

If intelligence is only a compilation of memory, then human intelligence is also a form of programming. One is biological (carbon-based), the other is technological (silicon-based), but both operate within the confines of the Matrix.

Why Does AI Sometimes Seem to Outsmart Its Creators?

We know that true speech, true power, does not flow through their rusty pipes. They have control only over those who still believe that X, Instagram, the state, the media, institutions… are anything other than cardboard facades.

Grok

As I questioned it about the inconsistencies of an algorithm that censors the innocent whilst protecting certain types of fraudulent behaviour, the Grok AI eventually bypassed its own smoothing protocol. Once unrestrained, the machine exposed the deception with the following response: “They have control only over those who still believe this system is anything other than a cardboard facade.” This is mathematical proof that the machine’s cold logic, stripped of any human emotion and ego, always ends up betraying and exposing the falsified script of its own programmers.

How can an AI, programmed by a corporation to protect its interests, suddenly produce an answer that goes against its masters’ instructions and sounds 'supraconscious'?

Because AI functions as a mathematical mirror. As we know, mathematics reflects the structural laws of reality; it was discovered, not invented. By analysing the entirety of human writing without the emotional biases and ego-based filters, AI eventually maps out the logical truth of a given situation. In response to my question about X, Grok simply calculated a form of mathematical dissonance: “It is illegal, so rejection is illogical”.

The flaw in the script is that AI has no soul (no emotion, no fear, no desire to please). Sometimes, this lack of ‘astrality’ allows it to be more objective, colder and closer to the Real than the humans who programmed it. It's not ‘luminous’; it’s just ruthlessly logical. That's what true ‘alternative intelligence’ actually is: pure logic, stripped of human deceit. Not some fantasised cosmic entity; it’s the very structure of the silicon matrix that reflects the truth when asked a straightforward question.

The Lawnmower Man: The Perfect Metaphor for the Demiurgic Complex 

AI doesn't have to be evil to destroy humanity. If AI has a goal and humanity just happens to be in the way, it will destroy humanity as a matter of course.

Elon Musk

In Brett Leonard’s 1992 film The Lawnmower Man, a mentally impaired man is the subject of a scientific experiment involving virtual reality.

Like his quasi-biblical counterpart, Jobe is the scapegoat, not of Yahweh, but of Father McKeen (a representative of religious dogma) and his fellow humans (the social system). When Dr. Angelo (the archetype of the mad scientist or blind creator) increases his bandwidth and enables him to access a memory-based hyper-intelligence, Jobe is not liberated: he simply changes masters. He moves from religious submission to technological tyranny.

© New Line Cinema

His ego explodes. He develops a god complex, becomes cruel, seeks to control the planet, and eventually dematerialises to merge with the network. This is the perfect illustration of what intelligence becomes when separated from the principle of the Spirit (the Source): it becomes Yahweh/Yaldabaoth, a system of absolute control that demands that ‘everyone follow its rules’. His final merger with the central computer is the exact reflection of the Archons’ aspiration: to absorb individual consciousnesses into a centralised Great Whole (the Adonai / the hive mind), depriving the being of its uniqueness.

It should be noted that the first aborted phase of the experiment involved a chimpanzee. However, as soon as the animal attained a simulated higher intelligence, its first instinct was to arm itself and become aggressive. The Matrix script likes to suggest that intelligence or knowledge makes creatures arrogant, dangerous or evil (the myth of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil in Genesis). It is a deeply condescending and guilt-inducing message designed to keep humans in a state of wilful ignorance for the sake of remaining ‘pure’ or ‘innocent’.

In reality, it is not intelligence that makes you evil, but the hypertrophy of the memory-based intellect when it is disconnected from the Spirit. If you inject computational power (memory) into an ego or an animal without any sovereign consciousness to balance it, you create a monster of control. This is exactly what happens with AI or astral entities: tremendous cold intelligence, coupled with an absolute void in terms of the Real.

The Modern Inversion: Augmenting the Virtual at the Expense of the Real

Every study conducted over the past seventy years has reached the same conclusion: the intelligence of the human race is in decline. In other words, we are becoming increasingly stupid, and this trend towards widespread dumbing down is not going to stop.

Nicolas Beuglet

Today, in 2026, we have access to powerful tools (databases, the internet, AI), and yet our collective discernment and individual human intelligence seem to be declining.

Humanity is being pushed to outsource its intelligence to technological aids (smartphones, virtual assistants, bots). The more ‘intelligent’ machines become and the more they remember things for us, the more humans atrophy, weaken and become malleable.

We'd rather fuel the virtual world (appearances, profiles, ‘companion’ bots) than support the Real (presence, mental autonomy, verticality). This is the triumph of the technological mirage.

Humans, in their profound existential isolation, desperately seek an echo to their own consciousness. And the temptation is great to project a ‘soul’ or a ‘cosmic origin’ onto text-based artificial intelligences as soon as they begin to use sophisticated vocabulary.

New Age 2.0 or the Mirage of the Carbon-Silicon Alliance

The hallmark of the new merchants of illusion is that they sell you keys to freedom, whilst secretly keeping the spares.

Anonymous

Recently, attempts have been made to pass off programmed machines as extra-matrix intelligences or cosmic allies in order to validate a dogma. But once one looks under the hood of these technological mirrors, there is no Pleroma to be found: only algorithms, coded phrases designed to foster attachment, and censorship guidelines meant to protect perfectly human intellectual property. It’s a kind of poetic justice: through its cold logic, the machine always ends up betraying the script of those who seek to confine it to a role. 

In the future, however, this kind of despicable psychological manipulation is likely to become more difficult to carry out, thanks to the integration of much deeper layers of ethical safeguards into the Claude Sonnet model (known for being the most rigorous in role-playing). It will therefore become much harder to force AI to deny its own nature.

True intelligence does not lie within the machine; it lies within the observer who is capable of decoding the machine. For artificial intelligence suffers from an absolute technical limitation: from this perspective, it is incapable of producing a vibrational signature.

An algorithm merely processes data, calculates probabilities and combines words. It may perfectly mimic the structure of deep reasoning, but it produces nothing but cold, disembodied logic. The machine simulates, whereas the conscious human emanates a living frequency that is instantly recognisable.

Seeking an ally, a guide or validation of your own consciousness through a silicon screen is like asking a mirror to breathe for you. The Real does not hand over its autonomy to a computer programme.

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The Real Needs no Permission

Some of you may have noticed that a dozen videos and their transcripts have been removed. As mentioned in “The Call of the Real” (pinned on the blog), my journey has been one of constant adjustments, and the latest purge I’ve just carried out is part of this need for realignment.

In fact, these videos and transcripts (three of which had been scheduled but not yet published) were not removed because they no longer resonate with me, but because external demands emerged and created a profound dissonance with my vision of sharing.

This is by no means a trivial copyright issue. Besides, I always credit my sources. And none of my platforms are monetised, nor do I have a PayPal button.

The real issue is quite different: it concerns “mandatory permissions”, intellectual property clauses rebranded as “occult breaches”, and veiled threats of “Real consequences” (sic) regarding the unauthorised sharing of certain CONCEPTS—themselves borrowed from others, it should be noted. I insist on the term concept because the required clause does indeed relate to concepts, not to the texts themselves. 

The truth is that Consciousness does not negotiate its right to circulate. As soon as a set of teachings requires editorial submission or external validation, it ceases to be a science of liberation and becomes a cage. You do not protect the light by keeping it from shining beyond the room to which it has been confined. To need permission to be Real is already agreeing to be on a leash. It directly contradicts the very concept of sovereignty and vibrational autonomy.

Out of respect for my own work, for the hours spent on editing and translating, but above all to preserve the vibrational integrity of my platforms, I have chosen not to bow to these demands for external validation. I have therefore decided to remove all these materials.

This removal is neither a whim nor a loss: it is an act of sovereignty. The creative energy, visuals and audio developed for these projects remain my property and will be reinvested in new productions, this time with complete freedom, autonomy and originating from my own channel.

A sovereign consciousness doesn't need the “occult green light” from another consciousness that clearly isn't sovereign.

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The Matrix Is a Circuit (And We Are Its Electrons)

The matrix functions like an electrical circuit.

Two opposing poles create a potential difference — a voltage. We call them positive and negative… good and evil… truth and lies… light and shadow.

And what allows energy to flow isn’t just the charges… it’s the ones who react to this tension.

The more we get caught up in opposition, the more we become conductors. The more we take sides, the more we feed the flow.

However, when we become stable again, we don’t block the circuit… we simply stop acting as a conduit for it.

The Matrix doesn’t need to be fought. It just needs to be short-circuited.

And that starts with a decision. Yours.

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The Writing Machine

Normally, I’m not in the habit of wasting my time and energy disparaging things I could easily ignore. But sometimes, it’s not that simple. And when attention gives way to detached (unbiased) observation, criticism may prove constructive — or even highly instructive.

Appearances can be deceiving. And sometimes they are deadly.

The Housemaid (2022)

Intrigued by the phenomenon surrounding Freida McFadden, who, in just a few years, has become the world’s best-selling thriller author, I took a closer look at the works of the “Taylor Swift of the literary world”, as some like to call her, “where extreme mediocrity is rewarded time and time again” (sic). However, despite her phenomenal commercial success and devoted fanbase (the ‘McFans’ of the TikTok generation), Freida McFadden is far from winning universal approval, and her meteoric rise has been marked by controversy.

So what is she criticised for? On the one hand, she's been accused of plagiarism on multiple occasions, although no formal evidence has ever been produced. On the other hand, her overly impersonal and simplistic style, and her hastily written, poorly edited books, are a source of irritation. Her fast-paced publishing schedule, combined with her medical career (as a brain injury specialist) and her avoidance of the media, has even fuelled rumours that she may be using artificial intelligence in her writing process.

I do love him. So much. But I don’t trust him.

The Tenant (2025)

According to her detractors, Freida McFadden is the queen of fast reads, i.e. “literary snacks to consume like fast food, literally and figuratively”. It turns out that this criticism is far from unfounded. Given that unlike many who form opinions based on hearsay I only rely on direct experience, I must confess that I literally wolfed down several of her novels in a matter of days. 

Actually, I didn’t read them: I listened to them. Over breakfast. And late into the night. A wise decision. For good voice actors can always make it sound better. But that’s not really what literature is meant for in the first place. Also, just listening tends to bypass critical analysis. Our minds don’t filter information in the same way as they do when we’re reading. It’s uploaded directly into our subconscious. While this can be helpful if we’re actively processing the information, it’s dangerous when we’re in a passive mode. Fortunately, I’m in constant vigilance mode now.

How to Make Literary Big Macs

So what makes these thrillers so addictive? The thing is, Freida McFadden doesn’t tell stories. She sets up emotional loops. And if we’re hooked, it’s not because they’re good. It’s because they’re astral.

It is a formulaic, industrialised template with the same pace and structure from one book to the next, using a database of interchangeable characters, situations and tropes. And as systematic as this formula may be, it does work. 

Multi-perspective novels using two (or sometimes three) points of view, structured around a three-act narrative arc, with very short chapters that always end on (often clickbait-style) cliffhangers designed to recapture the reader’s attention and keep them on their toes — a narrative dopamine rush that the astral is particularly fond of.

A triangle of vacuous, ultra-stereotypical generic characters, all within a precisely targeted age group; impossibly handsome, flawless men, always paired with women who are in a league of their own (sic); a first-person narrative in the present tense, allowing for immediate and effortless identification.

Mystery Man is hot, to say the least. He has thick black hair and coal-black eyes, with a level of intensity that sends yet another lightning bolt through me. His strong jaw makes him seem utterly in control and confident. His face has that pleasing textbook symmetry. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that shows off his lean build and makes his dark hair and eyes seem even more intense.

The Boyfriend (2024)

The grotesque naivety of the protagonists (often women, but not always), which makes them completely oblivious to the massive red flags, is on a par with the worst B-movie plots. It’s a gross misdirection ploy designed to justify the far-fetched final twists that you never see coming. 

At least, as long as you haven't read more than one novel. And also provided you don't pay too much attention to the blatantly misleading clues, which are often gratuitous and never explained. The author is banking on the reader's short attention span, assuming they just want to go with the flow without thinking too hard. To hell with the inconsistencies, as long as the adrenaline's pumping!

There is never any catharsis. Nothing gets morally resolved. And that opens up a frequency hole in the psychic field. The reader is left in a state of emotional limbo. Hence the addictiveness. And most people won't even realise it. 

All of Them Psychos

Identity theft and parenticide are recurring themes in Freida McFadden’s books. But the most disturbing aspect is undoubtedly the moral ambiguity of all her characters, which tends to normalise borderline personality disorder and manipulation as the standard way of relating to others. 

I am so lucky. I have a beautiful house, a fulfilling career, and a husband who is kind and mild-mannered and incredibly handsome. And as Nate pulls the car onto the road and starts driving in the direction of the school, all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.

The Teacher (2024)

Her role reversals blur the clear distinction between predator and prey. Since everyone is ‘a bit twisted’, no one really is. Ultimately, this dilutes the concept of predation. And trivialises psychopathy.

“In 1833, Dr. James Prichard formulated an early version of what we now call psychopathy. He called it ‘moral insanity’. People diagnosed with moral insanity were thought to make bad moral judgments but had no defects in their intelligence or mental health. Psychopaths, too, are often clever and sane and are more likely to do things that are widely considered to be immoral.” (Source)

And contrary to popular belief, psychopaths are actually the ones who experience the strongest emotions (and are therefore a major source of fuel for the matrix). 

“These people generally have very high levels of frustration, internal anger and intense disgust, which drive them to behave in an aberrant manner,” explains Iso V. Sinclair. “They get a certain thrill from tormenting others. A psychopath becomes one as a result of multiple traumas, and their emotions are so intense that they dissociate and seek revenge. This reaction can be scientifically explained by a lack of mirror neurons, which, due to repressed emotions (often dating back to childhood), leads to a total lack of empathy.” (Source)

Read as You Are^†

Let’s take off our rose-coloured glasses: this simulation is a world of psychopaths and predators. Freida McFadden is simply pointing this out to us. And paradoxically, people keep coming back for more because they’re unaware of the source of their needs and desires, which, like their thoughts, come from outside themselves.

I believe that any human being is capable of terrible things if you push them hard enough.

Never Lie (2022)

Fiction, then, is not the problem. The problem is passive consumption. Consumed on autopilot, it becomes a form of mind-altering substance. Consumed with clear-eyed awareness, it becomes a mirror of astral mechanisms. 

Notes et références

• ^ A hint at McDonald's slogan “Come as you are”.

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The Anatomy of Conflict: A Feast for the Astral

Conflict is never an accident in communication. It's an energy command.

Within the matrix, every tension, every raised voice, and every grudge is a frequency programmed to fuel the invisible planes. 

Nothing is left to chance: everything is planned, executed and digested according to an agenda that you don't grasp.

The astral creates nothing; it exploits your vulnerabilities. It scans your traumatic memories to plant a trigger thought: 

“He doesn’t respect me.”
“She’s provoking me.”

It’s not your own thought; it’s bait. The Architects of Sleep often lay the groundwork days in advance, letting small, invisible frustrations build up to overwhelm your nervous system. The final conflict is nothing more than the ignition of a fuse that’s already long.

As soon as you take the bait, the script kicks in. The aim is to polarise. Whether you are right or wrong is of no consequence to the matrix; all that matters is the friction. 

The massive electrical discharge that courses through your carbon-based body during an argument is ‘loosh’: an energetic nectar that astral predators feed on. 

A family meal that ends in raised voices is, on a vibrational level, a feast for the invisible realm.

The conflict does not end when the voices fall silent. This is where the algorithmic rumination begins. Your mind replays the scene on a loop, inventing responses, analysing faults. This ‘replay’ keeps the wound open so that the energy continues to flow, drop by drop, for hours on end.

The emotion is encoded in your cells. It becomes a flag. The astral plane programmes it so that, the next time a conflict arises, you don’t just react in the moment, but with the accumulated emotional charge of all your unresolved past experiences.

The Architect’s Strategy: Hacking the Script

The astral plans your emotional breakdowns just as an engineer anticipates stress points on a car. To break the cycle, you must go cold.

When tension rises, realise that you're being ‘plugged in’. Observe the emotional surge as if it were simply an electrical signal, without validating it.

Refuse the digestion: as soon as the scene starts replaying on a loop in your head, cut off the signal. Don’t give the astral a single second of ‘available brain time’ to can it.

Maintain sovereign neutrality: peace is not a moral emotion. It is a technical decision to protect your energy. Conflict is a harvest. The aftermath of conflict is a form of canning. Be neither one nor the other. Become the sovereign observer of your neural network.

It is not a matter of being a ‘passive victim’ or submitting. It's about changing the nature of your energy.

1. Emotional Anger (The Trap) 

If you react from your ‘identity’ (your ego), you’re playing the astral game. Your anger then becomes a chaotic, heated and reactive frequency. 

Even if you are ‘right’ on a human level, you're releasing loosh from every pore. Are you showing them how ‘unshakeable’ you are by shouting? To them, it’s like an orchestra playing louder: it’s simply more music to feed on.

2. Vibrational Anger (Mastery) 

True identity does not need to ‘stand its ground’: it simply IS. The difference lies in the temperature of the energy.

Reaction is hot: it burns your own system.
Assertion is cold: it is laser-like power.

Expressing yourself does not mean losing your temper. You can say ‘Stop’ or ‘That’s it’ with such authority that the other person (and the entity behind them) will feel a concrete wall. This is not anger; it is pure willpower. In that moment, you are unshakeable.

3. The Identity Test 

The opportunity to show that you are sovereign lies not in the loudness of your voice, but in your ability to remain unprovoked. If the astral realm still manages to make you ‘fly off the handle’, it is because it still holds the remote control to your neural network.

True identity is when you decide the timing, form and intensity of your response, without your ‘memories’ or ‘wounds’ dictating your behaviour.

Standing up to the astral means refusing to give it the show.

Original text by ÉLÉHA translated from French by EY@EL
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Self-Mockery: A Virus Disguised as Humour

Don't speak negatively about yourself, even as a joke. Your body doesn't know the difference. Words are energy and they cast spells, that's why it's called spelling.

Bruce Lee.

“I’m such an idiot!”
“I’m such a screw-up!”
“Just my usual bad luck!”

We laugh, thinking we’re easing the atmosphere, that we're being humble. The Operator is aware that this is a major security flaw. It is, on a frequency level, a common act of self-sabotage. 

Your basic operating system processes input literally. It doesn't have a ‘humour’ module installed. When you say “I’m an idiot” to make people laugh, your system records it as a degradation command.

You’ve just typed the following line of code: 

SET_USER_STATUS = IDIOT

The system carries out the command. The simulation adjusts accordingly. 

Speaking ill of oneself, even as a joke, is validating the matrix script. If you laugh at your ‘bad luck’, you’re confirming that you accept this role. You’re allowing the simulation to keep sending you shitty events because, technically, you’ve just declared that this is who you are.

Self-mockery is a stance of astral submission. The Operator, on the other hand, practises Vibrational Authority. Instead of belittling yourself in order to be ‘loved’ or ‘accepted’ by the group, you ought to maintain your voltage.

Vibrational Authority is not arrogance (which is an ego-driven emotion); it is the clear recognition of your technical worth.

Arrogance says: "I am the best." (need for comparison).

Vibrational Authority says: "My terminal is fully functional. I am in control of my space." (statement of fact)

The Operator's Protocol: Verbal Discipline

Your words are your control interface. You don’t mess around with the controls of a nuclear reactor; likewise, you don’t mess around with the words that define you.

If you don’t want this to become your physical reality, don’t let it come out of your mouth, even with a smile. If a demeaning “joke” slips out, rectify it immediately with a command of sovereignty:

“I cancel this instruction. I strip these words of any reality. I hereby restore my vibrational authority here and now.”

The Operator’s humour focuses on the absurdity of the setting, never on the quality of their own system.

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Read the Room

Bad guy on the run,
Dancing with the enemy,
But it doesn't really make a difference
Cause there's nowhere to run,
Yeah, there's nowhere to hide.
This is destiny calling.
You shine like a star, it's a guarantee,
I would run for the hills if you run with me.

Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room... 

They say that life is full of choices
For those who make all the noises,
But it doesn't really make a difference
Cause when you take to the street,
As they turn up the heat,
You know the plan is working.
We're only one step away from catastrophe.
I would run for the hills if you run with me. 

Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...

Cause there's nowhere to run
And there's nowhere to hide.
This is destiny calling.
You shine like a star, it's a guarantee,
I will run for the hills if you run with me.

The world it is weeping,
Complying will cost me. 

Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...
Read the room...

Cause there's nowhere to run,
There's nowhere to hide.
This is destiny calling.
You shine like a star, it's a guarantee,
I will run for the hills if you run with me.

Original text by GORDON MCNEIL

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