443 | Metaphysical Soul Protection

443 | Evan and His Father Discuss Metaphysical Soul Protection, Karmic Consequences, and Spiritual Shields

Chapter 1: Evan and His Father Discuss Invulnerable Mystical Enemies and Karmic Consequences

In this opening scene, Evan and his father discuss invulnerable mystical enemies and karmic consequences while resting in Evan's bedroom. This conversation about unseen spiritual battles sets the stage for Evan's growing understanding of cosmic laws. Evan lies on his back, mapping the cracks in his ceiling like constellations. If the universe is trying to send him a message, it apparently uses cheap drywall.

Downstairs, the house hums: fridge, water heater, Dad talking some client away from spreadsheet despair. Up here, Evan replays last night’s dream—shadow things laughing at bullets and bombs like it’s open-mic night in hell.

When Dad appears in the doorway, Evan pushes himself up on his elbows.

“I don’t get it,” Evan says. “I don’t even realize my soul’s enemies are invulnerable to weapons in the physical world. That feels like someone patched the game without telling the players.”

Dad leans on the doorframe, giving him the you’re-about-to-hear-something-weird expression.

“Nothing in the earthly world can protect humans from being attacked by our real enemies,” Dad says. “The fallen ones use their mystic powers to direct corrupted mystic energy at specific targets. These individuals cannot shield themselves if they have lost their soul connection.”

A chill runs down Evan’s spine, like somebody opens an invisible window inside his chest.

“So then,” he says, “why haven’t all the good people who lost contact with their souls been removed? If they’re defenseless, shouldn’t they be… recalled?”

Dad crosses the room and drops into the creaky desk chair, turning it to face the bed like this is a low-budget therapy session.

“Three main reasons,” Dad says, lifting a finger. “First, attacking idle, undefended light-bearers would be foolish if there is still a chance of stealing their energy and recruiting them.”

Evan thinks of kids at school whose eyes look permanently on low battery.

“Second,” Dad continues, “the fallen do not want to waste resources and accrue more negative consequences from needlessly attacking innocent bystanders.”

“So even demons do risk management,” Evan mutters. “Good to know the dark side has a project manager.”

“Third,” Dad says, “there are angels and graduated masters using their resources to protect ensouled people they have chosen to sponsor. A magic fortress in another world also protects these good forces.”

Evan picture-checks this: fortresses of light, fortresses of shadow, everyone hiding behind shields while humans run around like confused NPCs.

“Interesting conflict,” he says. “Each combatant is magically protected in a bomb-proof shelter. Who even makes up this stuff?”

Dad doesn’t flinch at the sarcasm.

“The dark side’s greatest vulnerability is their returning negative karma,” Dad says. “Their castle will not protect them from the natural consequences of disobedience to the cosmic laws. However, the fallen ones devise methods to delay or redirect their negative consequences coming home.”

“So they basically know how to dodge getting punished for their sins,” Evan says. “Neat trick. Can you teach me how to do that? I have friends who think all their sins are automatically forgiven because they believe someone already prepaid their past and future transgressions.”

Dad’s gaze flickers—amused, a little sad.

“Returning karma is not considered punishment,” Dad says, “because that would be unrighteous vengeance. A person is not punished when standing in front of a speeding train. They suffer the resulting consequences. Someone who foolishly squanders their inheritance is not punished; they have no more money. An individual who fails to study and practice their lessons fails their tests, but that is a consequence, not a made-up punishment.”

Evan’s brain helpfully provides an image of his backpack, stuffed with missing homework and karmic disappointment.

“Neither humans nor our souls can kill our enemies in their shielded headquarters,” Dad says. “Our soul’s greatest weapon is to ensure the dark forces can no longer delay suffering the consequences of misusing mystic energy.”

Weapon. Consequences. That sword again, made of guilt and responsibility.

“Isn’t making the dark forces suffer being vengeful?” Evan asks. “Wouldn’t forcing them to experience the pain they impose on others be cruel retaliation? Why not forgive them and give them another chance to learn?”

“Good questions,” Dad says. “The fallen are given many chances, but still refuse to obey cosmic laws. Their sustaining mystic light energy was cut off long ago. Many of the fallen ones’ consciousnesses are already dissolved back into the all-ness.”

All-ness. Evan imagines a spiritual recycling plant where old consciousness is shredded and reused.

The idea scares him more than any horror movie.

Chapter 2: Evan Learns How Fallen Ones Use Drunk and Hypnotized Humans as Proxies

As the evening progresses, Evan learns how fallen ones use drunk and hypnotized humans as proxies to avoid negative consequences. The puzzle on the kitchen table reflects the complex spiritual mechanics his father begins to reveal. The next evening, the kitchen table looks like a crime scene committed by a jigsaw puzzle. A half-finished galaxy stares up from the box, silently judging the state of progress.

Evan spins a piece between his fingers.

“Then why do the others still exist?” he asks. “What is their secret to seemingly endless, rebellious existence without negative consequences? Because honestly, that’s something every teen wants: eternal rebellion, zero detention.”

Dad laces his fingers, solemn.

“I will tell you,” Dad says, “if you promise to keep it a secret from your friends.”

Evan smirks. “Oh, all right. I only use it for myself.”

Dad’s palms hit the table, making stars and nebulae jump.

“No!” he says. “You must also promise not to use this surreptitious skill.”

“Okay, okay,” Evan says. “Stop stalling and just tell me before I die of curiosity and puzzle dust.”

“They use proxies,” Dad says, dropping the word like a plot twist, “to isolate themselves from karmic consequences. The Fallen Ones do not stand in front of a bus or spend their inheritance, but they convince others to do so. They feed on the resulting misuse of energy to sustain their existence, but are not karmically accountable for the consequences.”

Evan imagines shadow lawyers drafting possession contracts in eight-point font.

“When a human gives a fallen one the authority to act through them,” Dad continues, “that human shoulders the entire responsibility for whatever happens. It is like giving someone remote control of your car. The remote driver can drive as fast as he wants and disobey all the rules, but the person in the car suffers the pain from a crash.”

In Evan’s head, a driverless car runs stop signs while the passenger screams and signs more waivers.

“Taking drugs and getting drunk automatically gives other selfish beings permission to use your body however they desire, with no karmic consequences,” Dad says. “The proxy humans shoulder all the accountability when they give another freedom to manipulate them. Letting go of disciplined self-control empowers other forces to take over, but humans suffer all the consequences.”

The kitchen feels colder. Evan thinks of locker-room stories, party videos where people look like bad impressions of themselves.

“Humans unknowingly give their shadow side the authority to make foolish decisions and indulge in fantasy,” Dad says. “The Shadow Side gets away with misusing energy because he is given free rein to do whatever he desires and escapes suffering the consequences.”

Something clicks for Evan.

“I get it,” he says. “I understand what you’re talking about. Drunkards and druggies become different people, more carefree and reckless. There are all those ‘temporary insanity’ cases where people mysteriously do violent and crazy things.”

News clips flash through his mind: mugshots with hollow eyes, neighbors saying, He was always so quiet.

“It seems,” Evan says, “they basically let someone hypnotize them into carelessly acting out of the ordinary. They wake up but forget they gave authorization and approval for another to temporarily reprogram them. The unknown and unseen hypnotist just logs out and goes on to their next victim.”

He glances at the puzzle box: spiraling galaxies, billions of tiny lights.

“Could I hypnotize my teachers into giving me A’s on all my tests?” Evan asks. “Never mind, I’d pay for it in the long run by not having learned properly.”

Sarcasm: his favorite armor.

“Using humans as proxies must be like watching movies for the fallen ones,” Evan says. “They write the scripts for the show’s actors and experience what is played out. The controlled proxy actors suffer the long-term consequences, while the remote viewers switch to the next movie.”

Dad nods.

“Humans unknowingly give up control in many ways,” Dad says, “by allowing themselves to be distracted from staying connected with their mystic self. Our enemies have powerful skills to redirect stolen, corrupted energy to achieve their selfish goals.”

Evan imagines the fallen as cosmic binge-watchers, endlessly streaming human chaos in HD.

He wonders how many times he has already hit “Accept” on invisible terms and conditions he never reads.

Chapter 3: Evan and His Father Discuss Karmic Accountability and the Negative Consequences of Horror Movies

During a rainy night, Evan and his father discuss karmic accountability and the negative consequences of horror movies. This exploration of how human proxies authorize dark forces shifts Evan's perspective on violent entertainment. A few nights later, rain slaps the window like it’s personally offended. Evan lies sideways on his bed, textbook open beside him for decoration. Phone: face down. Self-control: experimental.

“You make it sound so hopeless,” he says.

Dad occupies the swivel chair again, spinning it a slow quarter-turn as if calibrating his alignment with the cosmos.

“Our unseen enemies hide in an impenetrable fortress,” Evan says. “They keep redirecting energy stolen from human proxies to attack anyone who dares oppose them. No physical weapons hurt them; most humans don’t even know the battle or the enemy exists.”

He exhales hard.

“You say our only hope is to make our enemies suffer for their past misuse of energy to control and harm people,” he continues. “That’s a skill all souls need to learn and use. That helps win the battle. So how can I punish—okay, make my enemies suffer for harming me and others without being vengeful?”

There it is: Evan trying to give karma a little “help.”

Dad studies him.

“I don’t think I ever hear someone ask that question,” Dad says quietly. “You must give authority and permission for the graduated masters to use you as a portal to direct divine energy into the physical world.”

Evan stares.

“Hold on,” he says. “You just said giving others authority to manipulate me is bad. Why should I give up my free will because these are supposedly trustworthy mystical beings? I don’t want to be a mindless zombie controlled by good or bad guys. I already have the school bell for that.”

Dad nods, unsurprised.

“Believe me, I understand your confusion,” Dad says. “But here’s the thing. The bad guys use you to do bad things, and the good guys do good things. Working with the bad guys brings suffering, but working with the good guys merits you virtuous rewards.”

“Great,” Evan says. “So either way, I’m still a manipulated mannequin.”

“Not really,” Dad says.

“Where is my soul’s freedom in all of this?” Evan demands. “I don’t want to be forced to be a proxy, even if I’m rewarded like a puppy doing tricks.”

He pictures celestial leashes and golden dog treats—zero appeal.

“While your human body is acting,” Dad says, “your soul attests to the spirit of Truth to practice directing virtuous light. This discussion is getting very deep. Isn’t it your bedtime?”

Evan laughs once.

“Why would I go to sleep now and dream of being a pet human for either evil creatures or mighty beings sitting on cosmic thrones?” he says. “I refuse to have a rope around my neck, no matter who is holding it.”

Dad sighs.

“This is complicated to explain,” he says. “Are you awake enough to continue?”

“Please tell me,” Evan says. “I’m so freaked out right now, I might not sleep for a week. I’m afraid I’ll wake up not remembering who I am and be stuck singing celestial songs every day.”

Eternal choir practice: the real horror genre.

“You give your GPS navigator authority to direct where you drive,” Dad says, “but you still make the final choices. You give your instructors the authority to decide what to teach and how to teach it, but what you learn is still up to you. When you read a book, you give the writer temporary permission to fill your mind with images and make you feel things, but you still choose to align with the author’s vision for this to happen.”

Evan thinks about books versus movies.

“This is the same with movies,” he says. “In a movie, the images are forced on me, but with a book, I have to create them. Even though a book gives more creative freedom, most teens prefer movies.”

He smirks.

“Even if it’s not what they really want to experience, the roller coaster of triggered feelings is faster and more intense,” Evan says. “I enjoy the warm glow after-effect of a good revenge-action film.”

Dad zeroes in.

“Even though watching a movie is a fantasy experience,” Dad says, “the triggered feelings are still real. The soul is still karmically accountable for radiating feelings of anger, hate, and vengeance from illusions.”

He lets the words hang.

“Can you imagine the cesspools of misqualified energy generated by so many souls emitting negative feelings every evening?” Dad asks. “The fallen ones promote more violent and perverted videos so they can feast on the resulting corrupted feelings.”

In Evan’s mind, black smoke seeps from screens, drifting upward into massive dark reservoirs where invisible shapes drink.

“I didn’t know we create negative karma from watching horror movies,” Evan says slowly, “but it makes sense. This corrupted energy gives physical matter the authority and permission to out-picture fantasy into reality.”

He thinks of real-world violence that looks like movie trailers come to life.

“I can see the increasing outbreaks of fear, hatred, and violence in society,” Evan says. “These dark feelings awaken and empower sleeping guns, knives, and automobiles to attack and harm humans everywhere. Assault weapons, handguns and even Boy Scout knives no longer just sit peacefully on a shelf. They wake up to their true purpose: to create chaos and confusion. Soon, all eating utensils are banned, and humans go back to eating with their fingers. No, fingers make fists remotely energized to punch people, so even fingers can’t be trusted.”

Dad bursts out laughing.

“At this point,” Dad says between chuckles, “you may be the only human in your school who has a connection with your mystic self and accurate knowledge of your enemies.”

“Thanks for assigning me the responsibility to save the world,” Evan says dryly. “Now I’m sure to be canceled and lose all my deviant, rebellious friends.”

“Maybe,” Dad says. “But they are replaced with an army of powerful divine beings.”

Evan imagines rolling into school flanked by glowing warriors.

“That’s a switch,” he says. “My own army. I can sleep with that. Goodnight.”

He lies back. His body settles; his mind does not.

Beneath the sarcasm, something new flickers: not a spike of fear, not a chemical high—more like a slow, steady glow he doesn’t have words for yet.

Chapter 4: Evan's Father Explains the Difference Between Electrochemical Emotions and Divine Soul Feelings

At the breakfast table, Evan's father explains the difference between electrochemical emotions and divine soul feelings. This breakdown of how the physical brain processes sensory input contrasts sharply with the radiation of mystic virtues. The rain finally clears. Sunlight knifes through Evan’s curtains like reality trying too hard.

He pokes his cereal, which bravely refuses to be interesting.

“Dad,” Evan says, “what’s the difference between emotions and feelings?”

Dad sets his mug down like he’s been waiting for this tab to open.

“Physical, electrochemical, emotional sensations are a response to thoughts and physical stimuli,” Dad says. “Human mental and emotional experiences are always the result of electric impulses and chemicals released into the bloodstream.”

He draws invisible diagrams with his fingers.

“Sensory input through the five senses combines with electrically triggered thoughts to release specific chemicals and electrical impulses,” Dad says. “Triggered emotions have a cause or reason. ‘I’m happy because I won the lottery. I’m depressed because my bank account is empty.’ Human thoughts and emotions are electrochemical manifestations experienced as physical sensations.”

He shrugs.

“The reasoning is not always logical,” Dad adds. “Thoughts and emotions bounce off each other like waves in a stormy sea. Overlapping mixed emotions can cancel each other or combine in a monster wave. Triggered chemical emotions are simply a physical experience from the five senses doing their job.”

Evan nods. This explains, conservatively, 90% of high school.

“Like, ‘Yuck, the garbage smells,’ or ‘Ouch, I cut my finger,’” Evan says. “I might break out in a sweat when I’m afraid or guilty. I get tingles of excitement when I cross the finish line first. I get a rush of warmth when my girlfriend kisses me.”

Dad smiles.

“All those are good examples,” Dad says. “Physical, mental and emotional electrochemical responses. When the garbage goes away, the yuck goes away. The pain in your finger fades as the cut heals. Your guilt goes away after you confess your disobedience to your parents. The excitement of winning lasts longer but eventually fades.”

He leans back.

“Interestingly, the excitement of winning can be recreated just by recalling the event,” Dad says. “You can re-trigger the physical sensations simply by thinking about them. They repeatedly trigger recalls by recalling the original event. There’s a mysterious magic there. You could have just broken up with your girlfriend, and the recalled experience of winning could temporarily override your current depression.”

“Chemicals can cause weird contrary reactions,” Evan says, “when the quarterback gets slammed into the ground right after he throws the winning touchdown. Overlapping sensations combine or erase each other in illogical, unpredictable ways.”

“Exactly,” Dad says. “Chemically triggered emotions are at the human body level. Radiating divine feelings is soul stuff.”

He taps his chest.

“Divine feelings flow into the soul and out through the chakra energy centers, radiating into the physical world,” Dad says. “Each type of virtuous feeling is like a background single-tone hum playing all day. Multiple virtues can hum together, creating a melodic flow of intertwined virtuous radiation.”

In Evan’s mind, bodies glow with soft colors, streams of energy flowing from invisible hubs—heart, throat, forehead—like private auroras no one else sees.

“Divine feelings are a flow of the holy spirit energy,” Dad continues. “Think of them as virtuous, vibrating energy that sings at specific frequencies.”

“Do people who have lost their souls have divine feelings?” Evan asks. “Do the soulless ones radiate virtuous feelings, or are they on airplane mode forever?”

Dad lifts a hand.

“I love your questions,” he says, “but let me finish answering your first one.”

“I’m sorry,” Evan says. “Every time you explain something, it spawns more questions. It’s all so complicated, and I want to see the overall big picture.”

He points to his temple.

“You said thoughts in my brain are an electrochemical process,” Evan says. “How can chemicals and electric sparks create images and sounds? Because if my brain is just a damp electrical potato, I feel personally attacked.”

Dad slides a pen and a notebook across the table.

“Here is a pen and a notebook for you to write down your questions,” Dad says.

“Thanks, that’s a good idea,” Evan says, taking them. “Don’t worry, I can write and still listen. I wonder how the brain can multitask without getting signals mixed up. Mine glitches just opening a new browser tab.”

“Thoughts in the brain are a response to a previous train of thoughts,” Dad says, “each triggering more thoughts, mixed with input from the five senses. There can be parallel strings and trains that stop and start all day. This is all just brain stuff, different from soul-mind thoughts.”

He taps his temple.

“Your physical brain is like a computer,” Dad says, “with various programs, stored memories and new data input through the five senses. As impossible as it seems, this is accomplished through electrochemical actions and reactions.”

“What about soul-mind thoughts?” Evan asks.

“If your goal is to form a general big picture,” Dad says, “you can’t get into details.”

“I know you’re stalling again,” Evan says. “Please explain the difference between brain and soul thoughts before my big picture rage quits.”

“It’s similar to the difference between chemical emotions and mystic feelings,” Dad says. “The soul mind is a portal for the holy spirit energy flow as inspiration, knowledge of cosmic laws and mystic Truth. There’s a built-in intelligence in mystic energy, like the natural intelligence of a flowing stream.”

He mimes water.

“If feelings are like waves,” Dad says, “then thoughts are more like air. Water everywhere has the same intelligence. Air everywhere has the same base intelligence but responds differently from water.”

He searches for words.

“Visualize the Holy Spirit energy as containing all the spiritual universe’s Truth, law, potential and powers,” Dad says. “Every little erg includes an entire library and warehouse of all-ness. Like each drop of water contains all the intelligence of water.”

Evan whistles.

“I get why you were stalling,” he says. “The soul mind is hard to explain.”

“English doesn’t have all the words we need,” Dad admits.

“Then make them up,” Evan says.

Dad laughs. “I give up on explaining the soul mind for now, so I’ll go back to emotions.”

He drums on the table.

“Emotions explode and fade when the chemical in the bloodstream runs out,” Dad says. “You can have multiple layers of emotions and divine feelings at once—fear, anger and anticipation together. Different chemicals trigger each response at different intensities.”

He stacks his hands, layer by layer.

“Virtuous feelings are more like the initial thrust than the after-effect,” Dad continues. “They’re the cause of an action, providing the inspiration and motivation to think, do or say something. Emotions come from internal chemicals. Divine feelings are from an external download of mystic light.”

“To summarize,” Evan says, “electrochemical emotions are short-term physical results from thoughts and sense input. Divine feelings are sensing mystic energy flowing through the soul and out through the chakras.”

“Good summary,” Dad says. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

Evan grins. For a damp electrical potato, his brain occasionally does okay.

Chapter 5: Evan and His Father Discuss How Chemical Drugs and Daydreaming Affect Emotional Control and Soul Skills

After school, Evan and his father discuss how chemical drugs and daydreaming affect emotional control and soul skills. Their debate highlights the dangers of artificial emotional manipulation compared to genuine spiritual mastery. At school, Evan watches kids trade pills in the bathroom like limited-edition candy. Posters about anxiety and depression glare down from the walls like motivational ghosts. The nurse’s office looks like a pharmacy exploded.

By afternoon, the question is rattling in his skull.

“We were discussing in school the use of medical drugs to control human emotions,” Evan says, dropping his backpack by the door. “Doctors give their patients pills of various chemical combinations to boost some emotions and suppress others.”

Dad looks up from his laptop.

“This is not something new,” Dad says. “It’s been going on for a long time.”

“But the strength of the doses is getting stronger,” Evan says, “and the number of patients is increasing.”

Dad closes the laptop.

“Did you know Coca-Cola used to have cocaine in it up until 1929?” Dad asks.

Evan blinks. “How do these drugs affect divine feelings?” he asks. “Can divine feelings be controlled with chemicals? Is there a love potion pill that makes you fall in love with someone?”

“There are lots of products with that name,” Dad says, “which increase sexual drive, but nothing that creates lasting true love.”

Evan sighs.

“If these drugs have been around so long, they must be safe and effective,” he says. “Why don’t you take any medication to help control your emotions?”

“Chemicals introduced into the human body can manipulate emotions and thoughts,” Dad says. “The brain, body, and emotions are a delicate system. Even a tiny amount of some chemicals can have a huge impact. There are poisons so strong that a drop on your fingertip kills you.”

He folds his hands.

“Whenever you artificially manipulate your body’s emotions with external chemicals, you risk dependence on those drugs—addiction,” Dad says. “Chemical drugs can cause the body to get lazy and stop producing the chemicals it needs. When external chemicals constantly override a control center, that center stops trying to regulate that chemical.”

He tilts his head.

“If you move from Alaska to the equator,” Dad says, “you stop looking out the window for snow, throw away your shovel and heavy coat. The body can lose the ability to self-regulate emotions. Constantly adding a chemical encourages the body to quit making it. The best long-term solution is for the soul to gain mastery and take control of the human body.”

“Drugs are usually first given because the body already can’t regulate itself the way people want,” Evan says.

“Marvelous,” Dad says. “So the solution is to deliver everything the body needs externally? Overfeeding the body doesn’t solve the problem; it encourages laziness.”

He smirks.

“If your kitchen is full of pretzels,” Dad says, “why check the closet for stock? Why buy more? Giving a person external drugs is similar to giving low-income individuals lots of money. They may lose interest in making their own and become addicted to government-free stuff.”

Evan grimaces at the blunt metaphor.

“I agree there are some benefits to medicinal drugs,” Dad adds. “Doctors find it easiest to treat emotional imbalance with pills—initially effective but long-term addictive. Giving free money to the homeless doesn’t solve their problems. They find more ways to spend it. More and more money must be handed out. Drug strength usually has to keep increasing.”

“I know you’re oversimplifying,” Evan says.

“Things get more complicated,” Dad says, “when we legalize and promote recreational drugs. Some cities decriminalize all drugs, including cocaine and heroin. Druggies are trusted with the freedom to chemically adjust their emotions however they want. How do you think this turns out in the long run?”

Evan imagines streets paved with rehab flyers.

“Okay,” he says. “All-wise people know more than well-educated doctors. What’s the solution?”

“I don’t have all the answers,” Dad says, “but I know those who deny the existence of a spiritual world and disconnect themselves from their soul cut themselves off from many potential solutions.”

He leans forward.

“The brain can recall and recreate past experiences, including emotions,” Dad says. “That shows emotional sensations can be independent of the current situation. Ten people can be in the same situation but have different types and intensities of emotions. Imagine the range of feelings among customers in a bank during a robbery.”

“So what?” Evan says. “Everyone knows emotions are unpredictable and illogical. That’s half of TikTok.”

“My point is that emotions can be willfully created and manipulated by our brain without external drugs,” Dad says. “People meditate, practice yoga, and take long walks in the woods to manage emotions and mental stress. A set emotional response is not mandated in a bank robbery. A former bank robber could be fascinated with the technique more than afraid. Children might pretend they’re on a movie set and feel happy. One reason fantasy is so popular is that it’s an easy way to create and manipulate emotional sensations.”

“So you’re claiming living a pretend life solves emotional imbalance?” Evan asks.

“Maybe temporarily,” Dad says. “Workers daydream about vacation to override depressing emotions from boring work. They imagine basking in Hawaiian sun instead of staring at spreadsheets.”

“Everyone does that,” Evan says. “It’s called using your creative imagination to daydream. There’s no harm in it. I do it in class all the time, but sometimes I get so lost in fantasy I miss the lesson entirely.”

He laughs, then winces.

“I’m always surprised I can be awake in a classroom without seeing or hearing the teacher’s instructions,” Evan says. “Daydreaming is a wonderful but dangerous ability not everyone has.”

He pauses.

“Wait a minute,” he says. “Are you saying emotions are not predetermined, and I have the power to create and manipulate them, so I should be able to feel whatever I want?”

Dad sighs.

“You always look for ways to do whatever you want,” Dad says. “You might spend more time pondering where your wants come from and controlling your desires first.”

“How can I have more power to control my emotions?” Evan asks. “Sometimes they’re so bothersome.”

“Develop and maintain a good protective shield to start,” Dad says. “Meditate, or something similar, to learn to filter, cancel, or enhance your thoughts.”

“Anything else?” Evan says. “What great secret are you hiding?”

“Why do you always want advanced lessons before you’ve mastered basics?” Dad asks.

“I want to know what’s coming next,” Evan says. “I want the big overall picture to motivate me. I want to see the mountaintop goal, so I know where I’m headed before I start climbing. Sometimes that helps me find a shortcut.”

“Wouldn’t seeing how far away the goal is discourage you?” Dad asks. “Some prefer to have the almost impossible end goal hidden while they take baby steps.”

“I’m not afraid of challenges,” Evan says. “I’m more worried about having the inspiration to keep going. I see too many kids quit because they don’t like the part of life’s journey they’re on. Teens are committing suicide because they don’t know they’re here to graduate from soul school and become powerful, free-willed super-beings.”

His voice softens.

“I want a continuous thrust to push me through the short segments of my soul’s journey,” Evan says. “Keeping my eye on the highest goal helps me avoid getting lost when I’m tempted to stray into the dark woods. Living in the short-term here and now is fine for some people, but I’m more motivated by what I’ll be doing after this body dies.”

“Is this how other teens feel?” Dad asks gently.

“I wish,” Evan says.

“So tell me this advanced super secret power to control my physical and emotional sensations,” he adds.

“I’m hungry,” Dad says. “Are there any pretzels left? Hey, I heard about a new show on TV you’d like.”

“Really?” Evan says, perking up. “Tell me about it.”

He stops, squints.

“Oops, you almost got me distracted,” Evan says. “Do I have to join a hidden club to learn this secret?”

“I’ll give you a hint,” Dad says. “Which is more powerful: short-term chemical emotions or long-term mystical feelings?”

“Tough,” Evan says. “But I guess you’d say divine feelings.”

“Why do you think so?” Dad asks.

“Is this going to be one of those ‘make him discover it himself’ things?” Evan groans. “Were you sworn to secrecy and can’t tell me directly? I don’t have time to decode vague hints. I still have homework and a science test.”

“This is a case where directly telling you wouldn’t help,” Dad says. “You still have false beliefs that color or hide the real truth. Let’s postpone this. Dream on it. Go study so you can pass your tests.”

Evan grabs his backpack. Inside his mind, tabs stay open: drugs, emotions, soul school, shields.

Somewhere deep inside, a door he’s never noticed before starts to glow.

Chapter 6: Evan and His Father Analyze the Physical Effects of Caffeine as a Chemical Addiction

The following morning, Evan and his father analyze the physical effects of caffeine as a chemical addiction. This brief exchange emphasizes the widespread human reliance on legal stimulants instead of natural sleep recovery. Morning shows up again, rude as ever.

Evan shuffles into the kitchen, hair doing interpretive dance. There’s no coffee maker, no espresso machine—just a kettle, some unimpressive tea, and his dad, apparently powered by pure will.

“Serious question,” Evan says. “Why don’t you drink coffee? Almost everyone else does, so it must be safe and beneficial. Is caffeine a chemical drug or just socially acceptable life support?”

“After eight hours of sleeping, I naturally wake up recharged and full of energy,” Dad says. “Youth tend to have abundant energy in the morning, but it usually decreases with age. I don’t understand why people aren’t recharging while they sleep.”

Evan eyes him like he’s a rare zoo exhibit.

“I think once the aged human system completely shuts down,” Evan says, “it takes a long time to reboot and load all the programming again.”

Dad snorts.

“Why do they need outside chemicals to accelerate restarting their system?” he asks.

“Maybe their brain prefers to sleep and dream,” Evan says, “so it resists returning to reality. Honestly, relatable.”

“Drinking coffee in the morning is a worldwide addiction,” Dad says, “because it jumpstarts and maintains an increased energy flow. Four cups a day is considered safe. About a hundred cups at once would be fatal.”

“Comforting scale,” Evan mutters.

“They add caffeine to some soft drinks,” Dad continues. “There are lots of legal energy drinks laced with high doses of caffeine. I heard taking high doses of caffeine and chocolate laxatives at the same time has the same effect as LSD.”

Evan pauses mid-spoonful.

“I have to try that,” Evan says. “Oh, wait, you’re kidding. I’m still telling my friends. I bet someone tries it.”

Dad shakes his head, obviously torn between laughing and banning all chocolate.

Chapter 7: Evan Learns How Advanced Souls Use Mystic Energy to Regulate Mental Stress Instead of Medical Drugs

Later that afternoon, Evan learns how advanced souls use mystic energy to regulate mental stress instead of medical drugs. The conversation reinforces the necessity of spiritual connection for maintaining bodily harmony. That afternoon, homework spreads across the coffee table like it’s trying to assert dominance. Evan ignores it.

Dad, still on the theme of chemicals, picks up where his brain left off.

“Doctors use chemical drugs to artificially control mental stress, energy levels and emotional sensations,” Dad says. “Controlling mental stress with chemicals weakens the brain’s ability to self-regulate.”

“Medical professionals are telling their patients to use them,” Evan says, “so these drugs must not have side effects or be harmful over time.”

Dad gives him a dry look.

“Don’t worry,” Dad says. “They have other drugs for any short-term side effects. No one cares about the future because they’re just trying to get through living in the now.”

“Are there drugs for the side effects of the drugs given for the side effects of the original prescription?” Evan asks.

“Of course,” Dad says. “Pharmacists have chemical remedies for anything.”

“So, is there a better way besides taking drugs?” Evan presses.

“A soul with good connection and advanced attainment,” Dad says, “can use their mystic skills to regulate stress and emotions. The soul can use mystic energy to boost the body’s physical power. Advanced souls can work with the human brain to produce and release chemical and electrical triggers to create any desired emotional experience. Soul students focus more on generating continuous, virtuous feelings than on spiking emotions.”

“Your solutions always come from the spiritual world,” Evan says. “Why doesn’t the government, society or media reveal the potential of the mystic world to solve physical problems?”

“They don’t know and don’t care,” Dad says. “The soul can also radiate divine feelings that don’t have the roller-coaster action of electrochemical thoughts and feelings. Long-term virtuous feelings can overpower temporary stress, emotions and tiredness. Divine feelings are more powerful and longer-lasting. They require no chemicals or electric triggers. There’s plenty of magical holy spirit energy for souls who study their lessons and pass their tests in soul school.”

“So can I quit high school and just go to soul school?” Evan asks.

“Nice try,” Dad says. “They’re aligned together for now.”

Of course. No dropping algebra for Astral Travel 101.

Chapter 8: Evan and His Father Critique Modern Societal Chaos, Identity Politics, and Lack of Spiritual Morals

While watching the news, Evan and his father critique modern societal chaos, identity politics, and lack of spiritual morals. Their humorous yet pointed summary underscores the confusion of a world disconnected from cosmic laws. Later in the week, the news blasts from the TV: protests, outrage, cancellations, new rules about old words.

Dad mutes it.

“Today, most humans are afraid to stand up and speak their true thoughts and feelings,” Dad says. “They fear being canceled or shunned. They want to avoid being labeled racist, sexist, white supremacist, bigoted, homophobic, anti-change, patriot, conservative or a law-abiding citizen.”

“So basically, anything except ‘approved,’” Evan says.

“Workers can lose their jobs for saying one politically incorrect word,” Dad continues, “refusing untested vaccine drugs, expressing an unpopular opinion that was popular ten years ago, or refusing to approve someone’s fantasy lifestyle that was considered criminal ten years ago.”

“You keep seeing everything as a downward spiral,” Evan says. “Stand on your head and call it progress. Turn everything upside down; new point of view.”

He flashes a crooked grin.

“All you have to do is surrender outdated morals and compromise old-fashioned principles,” he says. “Here’s a list of the good things happening.”

He starts counting on his fingers.

“People from other countries can cross the American border and get free food, clothing, shelter and health care, all without becoming legal citizens,” Evan says.

“Residents or visitors in Oregon can legally experiment with any drug they want—and get free healthcare when they overdose.”

“Most states allow legal recreational marijuana—as long as the sales are taxed.”

“Many law enforcement officers no longer need to risk their lives because their jobs have been defunded.”

He keeps going.

“Men, women and ‘others’ can marry anyone or anything they choose—and still be a family with children,” Evan says. “Children have 154 sexual identities to choose from—plus various animal species.”

“The benefits of being homeless are gaining popularity where idolizers can set up sidewalk tent churches to practice their religion,” he continues. “Alphabet people are included equally based on their chosen letter, not their education, experience or success.”

“Media and video games instill and promote the kill mentality, unchecked criminal behavior and sexual perversions,” Evan says. “They redefine vices as virtues and virtues as anti-freedom.”

“The wealthy are legally encouraged to support uneducated college graduates, the homeless, illegal immigrants and every mindless mission pushed by those not on the right side of their mind.”

“Humans can have best friends they’ve never met in person all over the world,” he adds. “Getting forgiveness is no longer essential when you don’t ask for permission.”

“Criminals have more freedom and opportunity because fewer laws are enforced, and putting criminals of color in jail is considered racist,” Evan says. “Humans are encouraged to reveal their temptations, illusions and perverted fantasies, forcing others to understand and approve their deviant behavior.”

“People have the right to act abnormally, crazily and insanely without being adversely labeled or criticized,” he finishes. “People find it hard to plan beyond their human existence. Souls do whatever they want now because they ‘don’t know and don’t care’ about the afterlife and will ‘find out when they get there.’ Society and government accept and encourage wrong desires so everyone can ‘have fun and be happy.’ We should embrace whimsy and discontent to motivate us.”

Dad’s eyes glint.

“Nice summary,” Dad says. “Here’s mine.”

“Humans can identify as normal, trans-normal, un-normal, bi-normal, poly-normal, normal-fluid, non-normal, cis-normal, anti-normal or super-normal,” Dad says.

Evan laughs.

“Some identify as in-sane, anti-sane, sane, sane-less, super-sane or sane-fluid,” Dad adds.

He spreads his hands.

“Life goals can be trans-mission, mission-less, para-mission, mini-mission, bi-mission, mission-fluid, poly-mission or anti-mission.”

“Intelligence levels include brainiac, brain-dead, party-brain, bi-brain, brainless, scatter-brained, brainwashed, cis-brain, poly-brain, semi-brain, brain-fluid, trans-brain and bird-brained,” Dad says.

He grins.

“Trans-humans play trans-sport. Those who don’t speak are trans-mute. Those who don’t stand, trans-sit. Gardeners transplant. Poets speak in transverse. Their dynamite has a trans-fuse. Their goal is a transmission. Those who are not fluid are trans-fixed. A mirror shows their trans-figure. At a bank, a transaction occurs.”

Evan laughs until his sides hurt.

For a moment, the heaviness of the world lifts. Then it settles again, but lighter somehow—like humor is its own kind of shield.

Chapter 9: Evan's Father Teaches the Protective Fiat Affirmation to Channel Divine Sponsoring Masters

In the quiet house, Evan's father teaches the protective fiat affirmation to channel divine sponsoring masters. This powerful spiritual tool provides a direct method for invoking mystical assistance in the physical dimension. The TV is off now. The house feels quieter, as if someone had turned down the physical channel so the spiritual one could come through.

Dad sits at the table with a notebook; Evan leans on the back of a chair, curiosity humming.

“Let the fiat of my Lord be with me,” Dad says softly.

The words feel heavier than they sound.

“There is a powerful affirmation,” Dad explains. “‘Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me.’ You use their actual name. ‘Let the fiat of Mother Mary be with me.’ This gives your trusted divine sponsor permission to channel commands through your voice that carry the directed power of a cosmic being.”

Evan blinks.

“What does that mean?” he asks. “How does another being speak through my human body? Do you want me to become a psychic channeling ghost at a séance?”

Dad smiles.

“Imagine a secret door that only unlocks with a special phrase,” Dad says. “If the owner gives you that secret code, you can speak the power to unlock that door.”

“I know that one,” Evan says. “It’s ‘Open-says-me.’”

Dad chuckles.

“Saying, ‘Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me,’ makes you an emissary for that divine being,” Dad says. “You act on their behalf. You become an intercessor between their world and the physical world. It’s like the genie is still in the bottle, but as long as your wishes are synchronized, you have authority to speak the words that make those wishes come true.”

Evan imagines a cosmic Terms of Service: Wishes must comply with universal law—void where karmically prohibited.

“When your desires are aligned with those of your sponsoring masters,” Dad continues, “you can act as their emissary. You speak their coded phrases, which unlock doors between the mystical and physical worlds, allowing the master to stream divine light through you. Only divine light can solve the intricately woven problems humanity faces.”

He paints a picture.

“Imagine a dark warehouse with no doors or windows on a sunny day,” Dad says. “As a representative of your sponsor, you can create doors and windows to let light in. If you’re not in harmony with your sponsor’s intent, their ‘fiat’ can’t stay with you or radiate from your aura.”

“So I become an open doorway,” Evan says slowly, “to let my mystic teachers stream protection, assistance and inspiration into this world.”

His brows knit.

“They’re super beings,” Evan says. “Why do they need me? They still have free will and power. Why don’t they work together and fix this physical mess? Why don’t they come down from their mystic fortress walls and blaze such intense divine light that it wipes away all darkness?”

He leans in.

“They could win this war if they came back and blasted away all the fallen ones and their supporters. They have the weapons to smite the bad guys in their other-world fortress. I say, let there be Smite.”

Dad laughs.

“You’ve watched too many superhero movies,” Dad says. “Having power isn’t automatic permission to use it outside of law, even if the results look good.”

He grows more serious.

“Your divine teachers have merited to live in a wonderful divine world and will remain there,” Dad says. “They’ve dissolved their karmic attachments and escaped the limiting physical world. A high school graduate doesn’t re-enroll in first grade because there’s a bully on the playground. The graduated masters must wait for souls to use their free will to invite them to help.”

“How do I invite them?” Evan asks.

“Repeating, ‘Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me,’” Dad says, “gives your sponsoring master permission to act on your behalf in your best interest. You don’t know the details of what you’re allowing. You must trust that the response will be for your and mankind’s benefit.”

“So I say it once, and my life is permanently wonderful,” Evan says.

“No,” Dad says. “The permission expires. You have to keep re-giving authority to your master.”

“So my life will be wonderful if I walk around saying this all day, every day?” Evan presses.

“No,” Dad says, smiling. “You still have to do the work. Positive affirmations trigger inspiration and extra light energy. Asking questions and listening for answers open a doorway to a deeper understanding of cosmic laws. Linking with your conscience and sponsoring master opens a doorway into the mystical dimension.”

“What happens if someone doesn’t have a connection with their higher mystic self?” Evan asks.

“People who say, ‘Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me’ can still get positive results,” Dad says. “They can establish a connection with their sponsoring master even if they have little spiritual connection. This side channel gives disconnected humans a chance to break away from fantasy and overindulgence and reconnect with their mystic self.”

“So why doesn’t everyone say this all the time?” Evan asks. “What do they have to lose? Why isn’t this written above every doorway? Who’s keeping such a powerful statement hidden from humans?”

“What you say is true,” Dad says. “But the human making that call still needs to pay attention and be open to new understanding, inspiration and assistance. Also, it only works if the human has reached a point where they’ve attracted and merited a sponsoring master. Those who believe nothing exists beyond the physical world consider it a waste of time.”

“Could I say instead, ‘Yo, Big Guy in the sky, give me what I need,” Evan commands.

“Probably not,” Dad says. “This phrase carries embedded power to trigger a response from your mystic sponsor. Saying to your parents, ‘It wasn’t my fault,’ has a different outcome than saying, ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better.’”

“I’m going to remember that next time I do something stupid,” Evan mutters.

“Repeating this coded phrase several times a day works in two ways,” Dad says. “First, it triggers a reply from your sponsor. Second, it helps your mind synchronize with and be open to the Master’s response.”

Evan quietly pictures energy as Dad speaks: thin strands of light curling down from somewhere above, drifting toward his chest. When he chooses the words on purpose, the strands brighten; when he jokes, they flicker.

He doesn’t say the phrase out loud yet.

But it sits there behind his thoughts, like a password he’s almost ready to use.

Chapter 10: Evan Contemplates Soul Shields, Divine Feelings, and Repeating the Protective Fiat

Reflecting on their previous discussions, Evan contemplates soul shields, divine feelings, and repeating the protective fiat. He finally begins to recognize the practical value of applying these spiritual teachings to protect himself in a broken world. Later, the topic circles back to relationships and mental health because, apparently, the cosmos doesn’t do small talk.

“I tried to explain to someone that sustained divine feelings are the key to a good relationship,” Dad says. “The chemicals for short-term exciting, happy physical sensations run out and are replaced with electro-chemical spurts for depression, anger and fear. True friendship is established on a soul-to-soul level, not at the animal level.”

“That’s too complicated for soul-less beings,” Evan says.

Dad gives him a look, but doesn’t argue.

“I also tried to explain,” Dad continues, “that the most powerful way to shield from depression and anxiety is using soul skills and mystic energy.”

“Again, that’s useless if they have no soul,” Evan says.

The words come out harsher than he expects, but he’s seen enough hollow eyes in the hallways to mean it.

He falls quiet.

If souls are real, then how he uses his body, brain, and attention actually matters.

If shields are real, maybe he doesn’t have to stay wide open to every wave of fear, anger and chaos the world broadcasts.

He leans back and looks up at the ceiling again. The cracks look less like random damage now, more like lines on a map.

Maybe the world isn’t just broken.

Maybe the instructions are hidden in plain sight—inside bedtime lectures, jokes about trans-brains, weird phrases about fiats, and his own questions that refuse to shut up.

Somewhere above him, beyond the plaster and roof and sky, something bright hums.

For now, Evan listens.

And behind all the noise of his thoughts, one quiet idea keeps repeating, like a chant waiting for its moment:

Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me.

He doesn’t say it.

Not yet.

But he’s getting closer.

Chapter Synopsis: While resting in his bedroom, Evan discusses invulnerable mystical enemies, karmic consequences, and proxies with his father. His father explains that fallen entities use intoxicated or hypnotized humans as proxies to evade personal karmic consequences, feeding on the misused energy without taking accountability. As the discussions continue over subsequent days—covering electrochemical emotions versus divine soul feelings, the dangers of chemical drugs and daydreams, caffeine, modern societal chaos, and identity politics—Evan's father introduces the spiritual mechanisms for defense. He teaches Evan about generating continuous virtuous feelings, using protective shields, and invoking the powerful spiritual affirmation: "Let the fiat of my sponsoring master be with me" to welcome guidance from divine masters.

Core Themes & Laws:

• The distinction between physical electrochemical emotions and the external download of divine soul feelings

• How fallen entities use human proxies (such as intoxicated or hypnotized individuals) to insulate themselves from karmic consequences

• The spiritual dangers of artificial emotional manipulation via medical, recreational, and legal chemical substances

• The power of protective spiritual shields, conscious thoughts, and the protective fiat affirmation to connect with sponsoring masters

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• Evan: A questioning high school student who grapples with cosmic laws, spiritual responsibilities, and how to defend his aura in a chaotic world.

• Evan's Father: A knowledgeable mentor who breaks down complex metaphysical concepts—such as karmic return, proxy manipulation, and divine fiats—into grounded lessons.

• Fallen Ones / The Fallen: Unseen cosmic adversaries who hide behind spiritual shields and exploit human weaknesses to harvest corrupted energy.