Part I

How did the Tetrahedral Artificial Reality turn me into a dormant person?

-Hi, what is your name?

-Hi, my name is Irena I. Boycheva, but you can also call me: שְׁלוֹמִית, Ειρήνη…

I have many names—it depends on which language you speak.

The root of my name is peace.

So tell me, what would my name be in your language?

Because this is how we become one—by returning to the roots beyond titles and identities, free from imposed reflections, stepping out of the boxes in our minds and descending into the truth of our hearts.

Make love, no war.

-Tell me something about you.

I went through one more loop for nearly—and maybe a little more than—ten years of constant research. Staying in my room, always asking questions. Some would say it was obsession, or anxiety, but it was a desire to understand myself. It was also a deep dependency and fear of getting overstimulated again. The attachment was so strong. In my despair, I was driven to seek the truth—only to discover that knowledge, too, can trap us in a loop. But I came to understand that if the truth could be found, then so could the exit—from repeated patterns, from addiction, from the cycle itself.

The first dream that broke was a childish one. I took part in athletics—running, modern dance, traditional dance, and even modeling—hoping to become truly good at one of them.

Almost everything changed after I was diagnosed with a physical disability in my spinal cord—scoliosis. Whether it was DNA, physical trauma, poor posture at school, or simply the absence of proper treatment and explanation from doctors, no one could give me a clear reason. But what I couldn’t understand was why my body reflected this condition when I had always been such a physically active and athletic person. I did my best to recover, using what little resources my family could afford—especially after yet another wave of hyperinflation.

The second broken dream was mental—emigrating to Greece in 1997 as a result of the same hyperinflation crisis.

I couldn’t continue school as expected because the system required me to go back three years—first because I didn’t know the language, and second, maybe because the system simply didn’t support people like me. And I had great marks in languages, in biology, algebra—but I had to work instead of studying. No choice left there.

And it wasn’t so much life, or karma, as I had previously believed—but the system again pushed too far, and unfairly.

A few years later, I had my third trauma, the emotional one: the loss of my father.

The system did everything to bring me down, even though I didn’t believe in bad energy.

I had to examine what lay behind the scenes. If no one has responsibility, then the energy must hold the key to it.

I thought I was nourishing myself. In truth, I was stimulating myself—not to accept low frequencies. Something deep down, I knew I was not willing to accept. You see, I had the will to go through physical and mental trauma, but the emotional one was just too much to hold the charge in me.

I gave it all for a beloved person, as we all would do it, that’s how my ego, perception, identity, believes died. I had to hide from previous self to survive in the place I had arrived at after the leak of energy and rebirth happens.

I hated people, because of all the things they were saying and believing in. First, I will just say this: Too good isn’t for good!

Identifications, followers, religions, nationalities, colors, languages, traditions, politics…

I had too many barriers with the world. It took me a long journey to learn, to listen, to follow, to understand, to get closer. And none of all my attempts were ones that would bring the world closer to me. I always had to follow, to repeat—as if, if I didn’t know something, I wouldn’t know the future. And that would be another great mistake.

Not knowing the past, defining the future—why is this so strong? The past holds us so tightly, and none of us really ever question this phenomenon. We do not need to forget who our ancestors were, what they did, or what the Bible has taught us.

But do I have a say after all of this?

Can I create something new?

Why was I born then?

To follow? To obey? To only understand?

And if I do not understand—if in my DNA, a new code has been written—what then?

Why is it acceptable to be proud of those who came before me, but not of myself?

“Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.” – Proverbs 16:18

-Are you seeking revenge?

Yes, I was so angry.

Part II

How did you evolve from a dormant, broken-by-the-system individual into a frontier thinker?