This page records where this body of thought came from — a road walked for nearly fifteen years. It is written in the first person, because this wiki is first a record of a consciousness in progress, and only second a display of thought.

Miscellany

The starting point was not respectable. The Law of One, The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life, the twenty-two Major Arcana of the Tarot, Hermetic philosophy, books of magic — around 2012 I was buried in Baidu forums, reading through material that no academy would touch.

Looking back, that was not a detour. These systems, unknown to one another, shared one thing: they kept pointing at the same thing. The Major Arcana trace a sequence of consciousness unfolding; the Flower of Life geometry speaks of one becoming two becoming ten thousand; the first Hermetic principle is “The All is Mind” — as above, so below. At the time I could not say what that “same thing” was. I only sensed that so many isolated traditions should not happen to converge on one spot. That spot became what I was actually chasing for the next fifteen years.

Practice

Reading is not enough — the earlier one learns this, the better.

Sahaja Yoga was my first step from reading to sitting. Then came the Yoga Sutras — I went deep for five or six years, and I still consider it among the purest things I have ever encountered. It gave me my first rigorous map: the separation of seer and seen, how the mind’s fluctuations project a world, what remains when they still. For five or six years it kept correcting me: practice is not the acquisition of special experiences; it is the layer-by-layer removal of what has contaminated the seeing.

The Trailhead

Finally, my teacher — the definitive teaching, anuttara samyak sambodhi.

From here, every earlier road was lit again from behind. Tarot, the Flower of Life, Hermetics, the Yoga Sutras — outlines of the same mountain seen from different distances, and this was the trailhead. To Know the Illusion Is to Leave It: To See Through Is to Be Free, To Apply Effort Is Already to Err: Awakening Is Seeing More Clearly, Not Believing More Deeply, The Original Awaring: Ontological Consciousness vs. Ordinary Consciousness — the entries in “The Awaring · Practice” are records from that trailhead.

The Bridge

Parallel to this road ran another, entirely different one: fifteen years in finance. Seeing through scams, dismantling narratives, tempering a merciless rationality in markets where prices settle every claim daily.

These two “I”s were split for many years — the rational one refusing to slide into mystical romance, the practicing one refusing to be locked into fatalism. The deepest suffering was not any unanswered question; it was that between these two worlds there was no bridge my reason could cross and my faith could rest on.

This wiki, together with its sister site Z-Finance, is the bridge I built across that split: here is the essence, there the application; here the record of seeing itself, there its trial by market. The frontier sciences are building the same bridge from the other side — self-organization, the free-energy principle, predictive processing and “controlled hallucination” point, structurally, at what Yogācāra calls “all appearances arise from mind.” Where the two halves meet, I have written into the entries.

Why Write It Down

AI will only get faster; in specialized skill I cannot keep up, and I am no master of traffic. So my only opening is from beyond the algorithm — not to be bound by AI, and yet to use it to amplify what I actually have. This wiki is that opening: it races no one. It only records a road that was actually walked.

What I finally want to hand to the world is this: what makes the world better is not only technology. Technology is one half; the other half is wisdom, a grateful and contented heart, and the guidance of right values.

This wiki is the beginning of that. More will follow — after finance, other series, until they join into one. If you have read your way here from some entry and wondered where these words grew from — now you know.

neti neti — this road, too, is not the final road. Walk on.