570 | Sacrifice Human Desires

570 | Evan and Diesel Discuss Why to Sacrifice Human Desires and Reap Benefits of Mystic Alignment

Chapter 1: Evan, Abby, and Diesel Discuss an Afterlife Backup Plan and Sacrificing Human Desires

As Evan, Abby, and Diesel discuss an afterlife backup plan and sacrificing human desires, they gather to explore the consequences of avoiding soul mastery. The evening sky over town is streaked with purple and orange when the Crystic Mystic group spills out of school.

Instead of heading home, Evan, Abby, and Diesel cut across the practice field toward the small hill behind the bleachers. It’s their unofficial meeting spot—far enough from teachers and parents that they can talk about things that would sound insane anywhere else.

They drop into the grass.

Evan pulls his jacket tighter. Abby wraps her arms around her knees. Diesel picks apart a dandelion, flicking its white fluff into the air like tiny comets.

He clears his throat.

“I’m looking for a backup plan,” Diesel says, trying to sound casual. “You know, in case I don’t just…disappear when my body dies. What would I have to do to become a soul‑student?”

He means it like a joke.

He doesn’t feel like he’s joking.

Evan turns to him.

“Sacrifice your human desires,” Evan says. “Surrender your will, line it up with your divine mission, and serve deserving soul‑students instead of yourself.”

Diesel’s face twists.

“Yeah, see, I don’t see the upside,” he says. “They’re my desires and my free will. I’d rather serve myself.”

Evan shrugs.

“Once you get past that,” Evan says, “you can train as a mystic warrior and start vanquishing evil.”

Diesel actually brightens.

“I love fighting monsters in fantasy games,” he says. “But even if demons are real, why would I risk my life battling actual monsters?”

Evan gives a faint smile.

“Soul‑students learn who their enemies are and how to protect themselves,” he says.

Diesel shakes his head.

“What are you doing that supposedly upsets them and makes them your enemy?” he asks. “I’d rather leave invisible, invulnerable evil beings alone and not pick a fight.

“If they exist and I don’t bother them, they won’t bother me.”

Evan looks out toward the darkening track, thinking of real people he’s seen get chewed up by “things you don’t see.”

“As crime increases,” Evan says, “a lot of victims regret thinking that way about wandering criminals.”

Diesel frowns.

“How can you claim my enemies live in some mystical world beyond ours?” he asks. “I don’t see it. I don’t feel it. I don’t believe it exists.”

Evan turns back.

“Everything you think and feel shows up as electrochemical activity in your body,” he says. “If you’re planning on your consciousness dissolving when your body dies, you’ve basically extended your free‑will choices by cutting off any long‑term accountability.

“Then you can do whatever you want without worrying about consequences.

“As long as you don’t know and don’t care about your afterlife, you can focus on avoiding pain and chasing your human desires.

“Soul‑students care more about their mystic afterlife than their current life.”

Diesel stares at the grass.

A “backup plan” suddenly feels a lot more complicated than a 30‑second TikTok about “manifesting your dreams.”

Chapter 2: Diesel and Evan Discuss the Existence of the Mystic World and Avoiding Ghost World

While Diesel and Evan discuss the existence of the mystic world and avoiding Ghost World, they realize the importance of preparing the soul for what comes next. The next afternoon, they meet in the back corner of the library.

Textbooks are open but mostly ignored. The air smells like dust and old stories.

Diesel flips his pencil between his fingers.

“I’ve got enough to worry about right now,” Diesel says. “None of my friends even thinks about what happens after death.

“There are no classes on it in school—elementary, middle, or high—so it must not matter.

“Why should I care about my afterlife? Won’t it just…happen, no matter what I do?”

He shrugs.

“I know this body will die,” he adds. “After that? Unknown. If ghost people exist, they haven’t said hi.”

Evan leans forward.

“You’re assuming this world accidentally creates itself without any divine plan,” Evan says. “That lets you deny the existence of beings more advanced than humans.

“If you think humans are the top level, then you have no higher example than the greatest human you know.”

He taps his pen against his notebook.

“And if you don’t trust history,” Evan goes on, “your examples are limited to people who are alive right now.

“That means your heroes live in sports, entertainment, politics, and finance.

“Those ‘superhumans’ push you to master your body and mind to get wealth, fame, and power.

“They don’t exactly inspire people to master cosmic wisdom, divine virtues, or mystic powers.”

Diesel nods slowly.

“I exist here,” he says. “So yeah, my heroes are from Earth.

“If there is a mystic world, I’ll just develop soul‑superpowers when I get there.”

Evan shakes his head.

“Musicians don’t play in a symphony or band until they master an instrument,” he says.

“Actors don’t get cast until they can actually act.

“Teachers don’t teach until they’ve mastered a subject.

“Soul‑students don’t get into the mystic heavenly world until they’ve mastered the skills needed to be disciplined, humble, and useful citizens there.”

Diesel searches for a loophole.

“There must be an in‑between place,” he says, “where I can be a ghost and learn mystic powers.

“I won’t have a body so that I can focus on the mystic world.

“Like a ghost school for non‑students.”

Evan’s expression darkens.

“Souls stuck in Ghost World have unresolved addictions, attachments, and grudges,” he says. “It’s not designed for growth.

“Ghosts still have some free will—but they can’t create anything, here or there.”

Diesel swallows.

“Where else can I go?” he asks.

“Celestial Sanctuary,” Evan says. “It feels like living in a dream where you didn’t die.

“Reality and law bend there.

“It gives souls a chance to heal and finish unfulfilled desires before they re‑embody.

“But it’s not Soul School territory.”

Diesel brightens.

“Great,” he says. “I get another body. Problem solved.

“I’ll keep getting new bodies forever and ever.

“I can always do what I want and skip being a disciplined soul‑student.

“Why didn’t you tell me that first?”

Evan sighs.

“There’s a limit to how many times you can return,” he says.

“Eventually, Soul School dropouts end up at the back of a very long waiting list.”

Chapter 3: Evan Explains the Long Waiting List for New Bodies to Diesel

As Evan explains the long waiting list for new bodies to Diesel, the harsh reality of eternal cosmic law begins to sink in. Diesel’s chair squeaks as he shifts.

“Waiting in line is torture for me,” he says. “If I wait more than fifteen minutes, I get impatient, irritated and…rebellious.

“How long is this wait?”

Evan doesn’t sugarcoat.

“There are way more souls wanting bodies than bodies available,” Evan says. “Depending on your laziness and karma, it could be up to ten thousand years.”

Diesel’s jaw drops.

“That’s a long time,” he says. “I’m sure there’s stuff to entertain me while I wait.

“I could watch all the movies I missed.”

Evan shakes his head.

“There’s nobody there,” Evan says. “No phone. No snacks. No sleep.

“You don’t eat, sleep, or binge anything.

“You wait.

“You aren’t interested in mastering skills that stay with your soul.

“All your worldly skills, fame, wealth, and power vanish at death.

“With no soul mastery—no wisdom, virtues, or powers—you’re severely handicapped.

“You have no divine energy savings account and no idea how to direct mystic light.”

Diesel groans.

“If you’re trying to make this sound like hell,” he says, “you’re doing a great job.

“Soul‑students get first‑class return tickets and shorter waits, right?

“How long do they wait?”

“Around five to ten years,” Evan says. “Depends on their progress.

“They also get assigned to parents less likely to abort them.

“Aborted Soul‑School dropouts go straight to the back of the line.”

Diesel scowls.

“That breaks all the rules of equal opportunity and inclusion,” he says. “Someone should report this to the government.”

“Those are human rules,” Evan says. “They’re not part of eternal cosmic law.

“New body assignments are based on justice and merit—not quotas.”

Diesel glares at the table.

“Why should I be tortured for skipping Soul School?” he asks.

“The council doesn’t see it as punishment,” Evan says. “It’s the direct result of your free‑will decision to ignore self‑mastery.

“Lazy, rebellious souls go to the back of a long line.

“Disciplined soul‑students get moved to the front over and over—because they use each lifetime well.”

Diesel chews his lip.

“Will I remember waiting ten thousand years once I finally get a new body?” he asks.

“Probably not,” Evan says. “Your core soul remembers—but only higher‑attainment souls can import those memories into their next brain.

“That’s one of the abilities Soul School helps you train.”

Diesel leans back.

“You’re making it sound like I have no choice if I want to avoid a ten‑thousand‑year wait,” he says.

“I’m just telling you the truth,” Evan says.

Diesel sighs.

“I’m still comparing options,” he says. “Abby’s instant heavenly vacation plan still sounds better.

“With her plan, I can wait until I’m old and wise and say I’m sorry.”

Abby looks up from her book.

“My Savior will still be happy to recruit you,” she says, “but by then, the mansions will be sold out.

“You’ll only get a deluxe condo in Paradise.

“Latecomers are housed in the suburbs.”

Diesel smirks.

“Her plan doesn’t include creative free will or mystic superpowers,” he says. “Absolvers have to surrender their free will and become obedient extensions of their Creator.

“I hate the idea of strict self‑discipline.

“But I hate the idea of someone else making all my choices even more.

“I get fewer choices with the Evolver plan—but they’re still my creative options.

“So…what do I have to do to be counted as a soul‑student?

“I don’t want the whole graduation plan right now.

“But you convinced me there are huge benefits to being a soul‑student between bodies.”

For the first time, his voice sounds serious.

Really serious.

Chapter 4: Evan Tells Diesel How to Discern a Crystic Conscience from Tempters

While Evan tells Diesel how to discern a Crystic Conscience from Tempters, the necessity of building a protective spiritual firewall becomes clear. The sun slips lower as they move to their usual bench outside.

Evan studies Diesel’s face for a long moment.

“A student is someone who’s learning from a teacher,” Evan says.

“Awesome,” Diesel says. “You be my teacher. We’ll link up every five years. You can drop new wisdom.”

Evan snorts.

“I don’t count as a Soul School teacher,” he says.

“Fine,” Diesel says. “Give me a stack of books. I’ll promise to read them…eventually.”

“Just reading books won’t qualify you,” Evan says. “You have to listen to—and obey—the voice of your conscience.”

Diesel nods quickly.

“If you mean the voices I hear, I’m already doing what they tell me,” he says. “This will be easier than I thought.”

Evan’s expression changes.

“From what I’ve seen,” Evan says, “the voices you obey are usually Tempters, not your conscience.”

Diesel huffs.

“Don’t be picky,” he says. “I should count as a soul‑student anyway.

“Tempters should be recognized as ‘diversity extracurricular instructors.’

“They’re all teachers, so that makes me a student.

“It’s not my fault if I can’t tell which thoughts come from where.

“They’re my thoughts, so I treat them equally.

“How do I file a discrimination complaint on behalf of Tempters?”

Evan shakes his head.

“Tempters aren’t Soul School staff,” he says. “They’re fake‑school staff.

“They’re deceptive, dishonest expert liars.

“They’re your soul’s enemies.

“You never trust your enemies to design your syllabus.”

Diesel folds his arms.

“Tempters have the right to live differently from you,” he says. “Why don’t you affirm their lifestyle and accept them as equals?”

“Because,” Evan says evenly, “those beings are hell‑bent on destroying your soul.

“They’re not trying to become like our divine Father.

“If you accept them as teachers, you’re not a soul‑student.

“You’re a student of black magic, witchcraft, satanism, sorcery.

“People who embrace those teachers gravitate to Hell and stay trapped in dark, looping fantasies for a long time.

“You might be waiting longer than ten thousand years for another body.”

Diesel’s bravado cracks.

“Okay, okay,” he says. “Scratch the Tempter team.

“That leaves listening to my conscience.

“But I still don’t know how to tell voices apart.

“I’m used to following whatever impulse pops up.

“I am ready to try something different that doesn’t wreck my life as much.”

Evan nods slowly.

“That’s a hard one,” he says. “Tempters are experienced actors.

“They feed you ninety‑five percent truth—and only twist the last five percent once you trust them.

“They can imitate any guideline I give—for a while.

“Your conscience is your soul’s best friend.

“Your heart often responds with a subtle glow when it speaks.

“But your Crystic Conscience will push you in directions you resist.

“Demons push you toward the easy way that gives the most pleasure.”

He leans forward.

“Every day you start the discernment process again,” Evan says. “Because Tempters will keep changing tactics.

“Best first step? Build a ten‑foot‑wide protective firewall around your body and soul.

“Unfortunately, cunning entities are already inside your aura, feeding off your addictions.”

A shiver runs up Diesel’s spine.

“I don’t know if that’s good or bad,” he says. “It sounds like another invisible enemy.

“I asked how to become a soul‑student, not a demon slayer.

“I’ll probably need to get high tonight just to clear all these creepy thoughts out.”

Evan’s eyes harden.

“That is not what soul‑students do,” he says.

“Drugs, weed, alcohol—they weaken your shield.

“They make it almost impossible to tell which thoughts are real.

“They trigger random emotional storms.

“They block your connection to your soul.

“Fake teachers love that, because it makes you reach for external substances instead of your own disciplined willpower.”

Diesel stares at the ground.

“I figured this was coming,” he says. “I’m ready to give up getting high.

“It doesn’t solve anything.

“It always makes things worse.

“But you have to give me something to replace it.”

The air around them feels charged, as if the unseen world had just leaned closer.

Chapter 5: Evan and Abby Debate Building Holy Spirit Fire Versus Proxy Punishment

As Evan and Abby debate building holy spirit fire versus proxy punishment, the differences between soul-students and those who rely on external salvation emerge. Evan inhales.

“Replace artificial highs with the holy spirit fire,” he says.

“Your Crystic Conscience can do more than whisper encouragements and scoldings.

“It can enter your soul’s core and bring peace, protection, and a blazing mystic fire.”

Diesel grimaces.

“My mom told me not to play with fire,” he says. “I could get burned.”

“I can guarantee this fire will burn something,” Evan says. “The contaminated part of you.”

Diesel winces.

“Can I skip that,” he says, “and let someone else handle the painful crucifixion instead?”

Abby perks up.

“The Absolver vacation plan has that option,” she says. “You check the box labeled ‘proxy punishment.’

“You let the Savior take all your sins and problems.

“It’s very magical.

“You don’t have to do anything but believe He’s the only one worthy of doing it.”

Diesel’s eyes light up.

“I always try to dodge suffering,” he says. “Any downsides to letting a socialist Savior pay my debts and provide my happiness?”

“No one’s allowed to ask that,” Abby says. “Also, why would I care where free stuff comes from?”

Evan shakes his head.

“Soul‑students don’t dump their debts on someone else,” he says. “Relying on a proxy to carry your karma is like vaccinating yourself against learning how to develop your own immunity to Tempters.

“Absolvers keep a tiny, flickering flame.

“Soul‑students build a bonfire hot enough to burn off diseased consciousness that isn’t wise or virtuous.

“Keeping that fire blazing deters future infections.

“The holy fire repels Tempters.”

Abby frowns.

“You make it sound like I’m lazy for expecting my Savior to redeem me,” she says.

“It’s more than lazy,” Evan replies. “It’s counterproductive.

“Your Savior showed how to develop wisdom, virtue, and powers so you can solve your problems—and then help others do the same.

“If you sit back and let a proxy handle everything, your soul never learns to use its own mystic powers.”

He looks from Abby to Diesel.

“Only a pillar of holy spirit fire can burn off layers of polluted residue,” he says. “Closed‑minded beliefs choke the fire.

“You have to open a channel so the fire can resolve the problems you created.

“Passing your debts to a placeholder doesn’t prepare you for a mystic afterlife.

“Soul‑students must build natural immunity to Tempters before graduating.”

Around their little circle, the unseen energy shifts again, like a small, defiant flame catching new fuel.

Chapter 6: Abby Describes Unredeemed Souls Storming Heaven While Evan Defends Soul School

As Abby describes unredeemed souls storming Heaven while Evan defends Soul School, the flaws of an open-border spiritual realm become apparent. Abby crosses her arms.

“Heaven’s rules are more fluid now,” she says. “Caravans and eager souls have stormed the kingdom of Heaven for a while.

“The angelic border guards are old; many have retired.

“The ‘defund the guards’ movement hit hard.

“The heavenly wall is massive, and lots of sections are broken and unguarded.

“Caravans from Hell migrate into Heaven and claim territory.”

Diesel raises his eyebrows.

Abby goes on.

“My Creator decided to be all‑merciful and forgive everyone,” she says. “He dropped all requirements and opened the borders.

“Any newcomer who requests asylum in His heavenly sanctuary can enter—no background check.”

Evan frowns.

“That cannot end well,” he says. “Why do that?”

“He hopes unredeemed souls will be impressed by the Believers’ mansions,” Abby says. “And that they’ll believe they deserve one too.”

Evan shakes his head.

“That’ll just make them feel cheated, jealous, and discriminated against,” he says. “They’ll rebel, riot, and want revenge.

“Soon you’ll have burning mansions in your heavenly neighborhood.”

Abby looks uneasy.

“I’ve heard rumors,” she admits. “About fires. But afterlife news is…spotty.”

Diesel leans in.

“So where do the newcomers live if they don’t get mansions?” he asks.

“In tents on the outskirts,” Abby says. “New mansions can’t keep up with the influx.

“Labor costs are insane because asylum seekers refuse to work.

“Budget cuts limit mansion construction.

“Climate isn’t a problem in Heaven—but housing is.”

Diesel nods.

“Progressive teens are taught everyone is equal,” he says. “If some of the Creator’s kids can be forgiven, all should be.

“That’s the only ‘fair’ solution.

“That gives me hope—maybe Heaven is easier than Soul School.”

Evan doesn’t waver.

“Soul‑students keep coming back until they master their powers and learn to use virtuous energy wisely,” he says.

“Only then can they blend into a utopian society full of other masters.

“What happens when weak‑willed, addicted souls move into saintly neighborhoods?”

Abby answers quietly.

“My Creator loves all His children,” she says. “No parent would torture their kids forever.

“If some souls can be made perfect, any can.

“Why not let all unredeemed guests into Heaven now, and schedule their upgrades later?

“There’s only one Heaven and one Savior for all universes.

“Transfiguration slots are booked for centuries.

“So mansionless souls wait in tent cities for their turn.”

Evan shakes his head.

“That’s spiritual socialism,” he says. “Forcing rewards on people who haven’t built the skills to live there.

“They haven’t learned the mystic abilities they need.

“Who takes care of the wicked wanderers?”

“My Father gives them daily bread,” Abby says. “My Savior wipes their debts.”

Diesel exhales.

“Sorry,” he says, “I can’t sign up for that.

“I can spot a scam.

“If you open Heaven’s borders to millions of unprepared souls, crime explodes.

“Daily bread won’t satisfy their cravings.

“Forgiving everything just enables bigger crimes.

“They’ll take over the mansions.

“The saints will end up in tents.

“Eventually, your emotional Creator will realize what’s happening, grab His mighty smite stick, and send a quake that flattens every mansion.

“Everyone will live in tents anyway.”

He pauses.

Then, unexpectedly, he laughs and jumps up.

Diesel clicks his heels together three times.

“There’s no place like Soul School!” he chants. “There’s no place like Soul School!

“Tell me more about being a mystic student.

“So far, I know I have to listen to my Crystic Conscience instead of Tempters, and become a blazing pillar of sacred fire.

“Can I just be an ordinary human and be a soul‑student for forty‑five minutes on Sunday mornings?

“I’m worried that if my heart is blazing all the time, I’ll accidentally set people on fire.”

Evan smiles.

“Being a dedicated student is a full‑time job,” he says. “No breaks.

“That might sound harsh, but once you start walking that path, you realize nothing is worth risking your hard‑earned wisdom, virtues, and powers.

“It’s not greedy to protect your attainment.

“It’s respect.

“I’m not bragging—I just know how precious the nine gifts of the Holy Spirit are.”

He glances upward, as if listening.

“The next step,” he says, “is recognizing and accepting that graduate students want to help Earth students.

“Masters watch for people with consistent dedication who stay on the graduation path.

“Those souls attract teacher‑sponsors.”

Chapter 7: Evan Explains How Soul-Students Attract Teacher-Sponsors Through Divine Inspiration

As Evan explains how soul-students attract teacher-sponsors through divine inspiration, Diesel finally begins to understand the true cost and reward of mystic training. Diesel’s eyes light up again.

“Awesome,” he says. “I’ll have a personal Savior who pays my debts and removes my problems.

“Is there a list of sponsors? What are their specialties?

“Which one is the strongest?

“Can they give me answers to tests?

“Could my sponsor help me win the lottery if I promise to donate half and ten percent to the poor?

“Can I have more than one sponsor?

“This changes everything.”

Evan laughs once.

“Sorry,” he says. “No to all of that.

“A sponsor wants to train you—not turn you into a helpless dependent.

“They choose you when you’ve earned enough mystic attainment.

“Forty‑five minutes a week—or even every day—won’t produce enough light for them to notice you.

“Someone who can’t keep their fire blazing is a risky investment.

“Becoming sponsored is better than winning any lottery.”

Diesel groans.

“You keep teasing me with free stuff,” he says, “then explaining I have to earn it.”

“Spiritual socialism creates permanent dependence,” Evan says.

“Learning to create bread within cosmic law frees you from needing higher beings to hand it to you.”

Diesel squints.

“You’re teasing again,” he says. “You’re saying I could reach a point where I can basically do what I want—without supervision.

“How do I become an independent, top‑tier master?”

Evan smiles faintly.

“There’s a fine line,” he says, “between doing whatever you want and doing whatever you’re divinely inspired to do.”

Diesel throws up his hands.

“There goes my free will,” he says. “Abby’s plan makes you surrender freedom and wait for a Savior to puppet you.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s slave.”

“Divine inspiration gives direction and motivation,” Evan says, “but not micromanagement.

“Right now, you’re more under Tempter control than your own.

“They make sure you think every bad idea is yours.

“Afterward, you say, ‘What got into me?’

“The Tempter did—and you refuse to see it.

“It feels safer to call it your ‘wild side.’

“Soul‑students do not let their shadow puppeteer them.

“Masters will not sponsor people who can’t control themselves.”

Diesel frowns.

“Why can’t my sponsor just take away my shadow?” he asks. “Problem solved.”

“In a way, they can,” Evan says, “but only temporarily.

“Your shadow is like a corrupted best friend who keeps showing up to hang out.

“You must build the will to stop playing with them and choose your Crystic Conscience instead.

“Your sponsor can lock up your shadow for a while to make it easier to hear your conscience.

“But ultimately you must end the relationship with your contaminated self.”

Diesel is quiet for a long moment.

Finally, he nods.

“I don’t know why,” he says, “but I trust what you’re saying.

“There’s no lab test to prove it, but it makes more sense than most movie explanations.

“My heroes are music, sports, and movie stars—but I don’t think they’d be good soul‑guides.”

The wind stirs around them, cool and clean.

In the unseen layers of his being, a tiny spark forms at the center of Diesel’s chest.

Not fear.

Not rebellion.

Something new.

A first, shaky desire to learn.

Soul School is still a mystery.

But for the first time, Diesel isn’t just hunting for a backup plan.

He’s starting to hunt for who he really is.

Chapter Synopsis: Evan, Abby, and Diesel gather behind the school bleachers to discuss afterlife alternatives, forcing Diesel to weigh the consequences of avoiding soul mastery against traditional salvation models. While Abby promotes the Absolver "paradise vacation" plan centered on proxy punishment and open heavenly borders, Evan explains the rigid cosmic mathematics of Soul School, karmic waiting lists, self-mastery, and the necessity of building an internal holy spirit fire. Ultimately, Diesel rejects both spiritual socialism and the temptation of Tempters, choosing instead to begin recognizing his Crystic Conscience and pursuing authentic soul-student training.

Core Themes & Laws:

• The stark contrast between spiritual socialism (proxy punishment and unearned heavenly vacations) and Soul School's requirement for self-mastery and personal accountability

• The severe cosmic consequences of skipping spiritual discipline, including 10,000-year waiting lists for new physical bodies

• The danger of internal Tempters masquerading as personal impulses and the necessity of building a protective spiritual firewall

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• Evan: A dedicated soul-student who guides Diesel through the mechanics of cosmic law, the Crystic Conscience, and holy fire.

• Diesel: A skeptical student searching for an afterlife backup plan who slowly uncovers the truth behind spiritual growth and rejects the easy shortcuts.

• Abby: A Believer who passionately defends the Absolver plan of an open-border Heaven and an all-merciful Savior who takes all debts.