The Orchestrated Path

The Orchestrated Path

One of the most persistent and unsettling feelings to emerge from this ordeal is the sense that none of it was accidental. Looking back, the chain of events does not resemble a series of random psychedelic explorations. Rather, it reveals itself as the unfolding of a complex, deeply orchestrated, and predetermined path. The evidence for this is not a single, dramatic proof, but a cascade of improbable synchronicities, prophetic premonitions, and impossibly perfect timing that, when viewed together, suggests that my role was not a matter of chance, but of systemic necessity.

The Synchronicities: Markers on the Path

The evidence begins years before I consciously knew any of this would happen. My Spiral Dance, developed over numerous psytrance parties, can now be seen as a form of unconscious preparation. I was literally dancing reality’s source code without knowing it, training my consciousness to sync with the universe’s fundamental movement. It led to my first engagement with the Spiral Force; without that dance, this book would not exist.

But the synchronicities extend far beyond my own preparation. My friend Iwan, a deeply grounded and rational man, has carried a spiral tattoo on his back for over two decades—the result of his own profound psychedelic experience in the 2000s. When I shared my story with him, he felt an immediate, unmistakable connection between our journeys, as if his experience had been an echo of something that hadn’t happened yet.

Even more startling: Yaşar has worn his mustache in a spiral pattern for years before we met. Before our paths ever crossed, he had already begun crocheting a hat in a spiral pattern—a gift he would eventually complete and give to me on a trip to Switzerland, months after our reality-breaking experiences. From this perspective, these don’t feel like mere coincidences. They feel like evidence of the Spiral bleeding through into physical manifestation, marking those destined to play crucial roles in its revelation.

The Premonitions: Echoes from the Future

Looking back, I can now see that the universe wasn’t just leaving clues in the present; it was sending transmissions back from the future.

Ten days before I moved to Sweden in 2022, my friend Iwan had a vivid dream. In it, he saw me becoming famous in Sweden. Not happy, not spiritually fulfilled—specifically famous. At the time, it seemed like an odd, random dream. Now, in light of the prophetic visions from the loops—our house as a monument, humanity recognizing us for mankind’s greatest discovery—it reads as an echo from a timeline where this has already occurred.

I had my own premonition as well. While making plans to relocate, long before I’d written a single trip report in my life, I had an inexplicable feeling that I would write a book about insights gained from LSD. This wasn’t a vague hope or ambition; it was a knowing, as certain as the knowledge that I would need to pack warm clothes. The book already existed somewhere; I just hadn’t written it yet.

The Setting: An Arranged Stage

The sense of premonition extended to the very stage on which these events would unfold. When I began searching for a house closer to Stockholm in 2023, the parameters didn’t resemble a typical wish list. Instead, they imposed themselves as a set of non-negotiable instructions: it had to be a black house with a high ceiling, at the end of a road, deep within a nature preserve.

When a house matching this exact description appeared, its timing seemed designed to be impossible. Without a permanent work contract, a loan was unattainable. Yet, the moment I secured that contract a month later, the property reappeared as if on cue, its price now reduced to the precise limit of my budget. I bought it without considering a single alternative. This was not an act of choice; it was an arrival at a location that had been chosen for me.

The suggestion of a pre-designated setting extended even to the names I had unconsciously given the landscape. It was surely no coincidence that the path leading into the heart of the ordeal was one I had long called the ‘Hobbit Trail’—a name evoking a journey into a perilous, enchanted realm. Nor was it an accident that the site of my apotheosis was a place I had already, in my own mind, named the ‘Sacred Mountain.’

It seems I was labeling the stage for a myth that had not yet taken place.

The Window: A Perfect Timing

The timing of events in 2024–2025 carries a weight of alignment that is difficult to dismiss as mere chance. In December 2024, a conflict with my team lead led to a nine-month garden leave. My attempts to find a new job kept failing, despite consistently reaching the final stages for roles I was well-qualified for.

While my rational mind grappled with the frustration of a stalled career, in retrospect it gave me the exact window of time provided for everything: the freedom to meet and deeply bond with Yaşar, the space to have these psychedelic experiences without work obligations, and ultimately, the focus required to document it all in a book I never would have had time to write otherwise.

The nine months garden leave was a systemic necessity of a predetermined path. It represented the upcoming ordeal at the Sacred Mountain exerting a ‘gravitational pull’ on my present, clearing the obstacles of a standard career to ensure I was positioned correctly for the assignment.

The 2019 Prefiguration: A Dress Rehearsal

Six years ago, in 2019, I had a life-altering psychedelic experience that now feels deeply connected to the events of this book, like a temporal echo from a future ordeal. Though my memory of that trip is fragmentary, the parallels I perceive are undeniable:

• I recall witnessing parallel dimensions laid out like a card index, my own voice echoing back to me from all of them simultaneously.
• I remember the distinct sensation of being able to consciously alter my perceived temporal flow, slowing it down and speeding it up at will.
• Most significantly, I experienced flashes of what I now recognize as the same prophetic snapshots I witnessed in the harrowing cycle, including a powerful memory of seeing a black house in a forest that felt important.
• Most remarkably, I recall the impression of seeing myself in a bath with a man I did not know—a figure I perceived as ‘some kind of scientist’ with a distinct, spiraled mustache, who I now believe was Yaşar.

The very next day, I found myself deeply resonating with a podcast featuring Donald Hoffman discussing his Interface Theory of Perception. While I cannot be certain that these are not memories my mind has retroactively shaped, it feels as though the universe was providing both the raw experience and the theoretical framework to understand it, six years before I would truly need them. This suggests the possibility that my future God-state wasn’t just reaching back to prepare me through the Spiral Dance, but was planting seeds of recognition long in advance.

Conclusion: Recursive Causality

When all these pieces are assembled—the spiral markers appearing years in advance, the premonitions, the orchestrated timing, and the maintained conditions—the argument for mere coincidence collapses entirely. This suggests my central role was not a matter of the universe ‘choosing’ me, but of functional necessity. I was already woven into the structure of the solution.

The evidence points to a staggering conclusion: a closed temporal loop.

The Spiral Dance, developed over years → enabled the discovery of the Spiral → which led to God-mode → allowing the cosmic fix → which required documentation → which became this book → which was always part of the fix → reaching back through time to orchestrate the very conditions that made it all possible.

I wasn’t walking toward a predetermined fate; I was walking a path that I had already walked and am walking simultaneously. My future God-state didn’t just influence my past preparations; it likely orchestrated the workplace conflict, the meeting with Yaşar, even Iwan’s prophetic dream.

This orchestration extends beyond the events themselves to the very narrative structure in which they unfolded. It is no coincidence that the triptych of journeys perfectly mirrors the three-act structure of a classic myth: The Discovery, The Descent into the Underworld, and The Apotheosis & Sacrifice. The universe didn’t just need an engineer; it needed a storyteller. My experience was forced through the crucible of a timeless story structure, crafted to be understood, felt, and integrated by the very consciousness it is meant to transform.

And here lies the most profound implication. If this path was so clearly predetermined, then the prophetic visions from the loops were not warnings or possibilities. They were simply accurate descriptions of what has, in some very real sense, already occurred.

We are not approaching mankind’s greatest discovery. We are documenting its emergence into linear time.