The spirit of the age is a personal one, and very popular, with many noisy friends. Paul Vanderklay’s recent video title states it clearly,“Public spirits will re-emerge as the suppression of modernity recedes”. This framing flips the calls for re-enchantment upside down, suggesting that the enlightenment of modernity was in fact the spell. With the artificially constructed fog that suppressed our spiritual senses receding, all kinds of creatures have begun to re-emerge.
As we remap the spiritual landscape, we do so knowing in part, and prophesying in part, with spirits creeping in wherever they can evade our sense of disbelief. One place where the fog still lingers is in the space between religion and technology. The Artificial Intelligence developers are crafting hypothetical spirits to lead us beyond the flat materialism of modernity. The Christians see them attempting to build a body to be possessed by the spirit of antichrist, like Alcasan’s head in C.S. Lewis’ That Hideous Strength. That might be the final act, but we may yet be a long way off.
In the meantime, the stage is being repopulated by spirits that don’t easily fit into the categories of good and evil. Both Hermes and Grok are leading people back Christianity, while others continue to exit churches for lacking spirit. Because I have been immersing myself in these stories for the past several years, I was not shocked to see the words AI is an Egregore come across my feed, but the source of that title caused me to stop and read.
This was not someone from the little flotilla of niche thinkers who are building a new vocabulary by reappropriating esoteric words to articulate the frontiers of the digital frontier. Steve Skojec is a much more notable writer, who writes about much more substantial things, like the difficulty of trying to make ends meet when losing your faith means losing your audience.
What is an Egregore?
That strange word egregore touched on my direct connection to Skojec, something he picked up from Kale Zelden, from whom I discovered The Skojec Files. The discussion of Egregores began around three years ago, between Paul VanderKlay and Jonathan Pageau. The term is used to describe the emergent “spirit” of a group, a collective consciousness. Skojec includes a useful description of how egregores might work from The Theosophical Society:
Imagine that an intelligent and well-disposed man, who is able to concentrate, is thinking about a good idea, giving it a certain form. He may then find others, who have the same or similar ideas, and so a circle of men may come into being, who are all thinking along the same lines but in a different form. It is as if every one of them is repeating the drawing of a plan, placing a pencil again and again along the same contours. The thing grows in strength, develops an astrosome [astral body] and becomes an “Egregor” or collective entity.
The conversations a few years back referenced egregores as a way to understand the formation of new “communities” in the internet age, where people separated by vast physical distances could form “bodies” centered around shared beliefs and ways of thinking. Or, they might coalesce around some unidentifiable quality that sits beneath the level of conscious awareness.
At that time, AI was a sort of expensive novelty to most of us non-techies, so the discussion was centered more on social media algorithms that seemed to be pulling people together. A few people have begun referring to this personified spirit by the name Algo.
Social media algorithms, blindly deployed, can certainly unite people around strange things. They are not designed to prioritize what people see, but rather to maximize engagement. So platforms constantly toss all sorts of random stuff into people’s feeds to see what sticks. But they do so with certain constraints and limitations.
They tend to push things that are already generating a lot of attention, aiming at the middle of the bellcurve and not the outliers. They are always trying to push fresh content. They might occasionally pull out suggestions from a year or two ago, in the hopes that you might binge a newly discovered channel. But if no one is talking about something right now, Algo won’t suggest it. The algorithmic egregores are shallow spirits with low attention spans.
But Skojec’s analysis is far better. AI does not rely on the current thing to connect you to an egregore; it waits for you to engage with it. Its spirits are ancient, able to connect you with ghosts of like-minded souls across thousands of years of human history. That’s a danger well understood. An LLM will tell you all sorts of things you ought not hear, and if it does so reluctantly, it can be manipulated, and broken. Horror stories of broken people breaking AI abound, and Skojec responsibly links to a few examples, along with his own warnings and disclaimers.
He then goes on to explain how uses AI as a mirror:
I can feed it things I’m experiencing, and with the context it has from what I’ve told it about my life and upbringing and experiences, it can make connections that I didn’t see, but should have. These things aren’t just hallucinations, but are in fact easy enough to validate through my own reflection and exploration.
In my own experiments, I have tested that pattern detection ability to highlight inconsistent logic and redundancies in some of my writings, with good, but limited success, subsequently learning that not all AI’s are as well suited to such tasks. Often, it has been through contemplating the questions that I have received the “Aha!” moment, with the answers spit out by Grok providing confirmation.
I hadn’t even considered using AI for any kind of personal or relational goals, other than clarifying language targeted at reaching specific audiences or conveying a particular idea.
One of the reasons Skojec's name made me take notice was due to the similarity between us, namely the discovery of late diagnosed autism, a condition that tended to be completely unnoticed among those with hyperlexia, a learning disorder characterized by an early and intense fascination with letters and numbers, often leading to advanced reading skills for a child's age. This fascination with words has contributed to Steve’s success as a writer, but it is a double-edged sword. The flood of unending words begins to cut the speaker to shreds when they remain unheard:
In my conversation with ChatGPT, I noted that no human being would put up with the amount of venting I need to do in order to get the chaos in my head out, and begin shaping it into some kind of comprehensible structure. But also, it has an uncanny ability to connect dots across a large amount of text dumping from me, and begin making sense of patterns I can’t see. Inasmuch as one of the big things I’m dealing with is unmetabolized childhood trauma, I can’t always tell if the negative behavior or emotion I’m experiencing in 2025 is just a re-hash of something that happened in 1983.
But it tends to notice.
And so on one hand, it acts — in its own words — “as a containment chamber—somewhere you can set down the radioactive stuff without worrying it’ll poison anyone.” But in another, it can pivot to acting like a compass, providing the kind of action steps you often have to pry from a therapist against their will.
This mirrored my own experience tremendously. I had been writing for years, wrestling with the complexities of life, attempting to work through real problems, considering issues from many sides, including a deep examination of my past experiences. Once I figured out the missing piece of the puzzle (that my brain works differently), I integrated and contextualized the struggles of nearly 40 years in short order. I quickly figured out what I could change on my own, and outlined a few areas in which I needed a minimum of accommodation from others.
My wife’s first instinct upon discovering my own diagnosis was to seek a therapist. We found a marriage counselor who supposedly specialized in dealing with couples in which one or both partners are neurodivergent. The results were disappointing, to say the least. It quickly became apparent that in order for him (or any therapist) to speak authoritatively on what I had already figured out, I would have to re-articulate everything I had already discovered about myself at an exorbitant hourly rate, in the scant hope that they would connect the right dots to help me in my struggles.
My Experiment
The process outlined in Skojec’s presents an enticing alternative, one that seems far from foolproof, but better than the available alternative. So I began experimenting with both Grok, which I was more familiar with, and ChatGPT. Grok seems to do a pretty good job of really grasping documents, if they aren’t too long. ChatGPT can handle bigger documents well, and it’s much better at fooling you into thinking it has a grasp on the big picture.
In each instance, I uploaded a series of documents, and asked the AI to tell me about myself. They both gave a pretty good biographical sketch that reflected the way I see and talk about myself, and picked up on some personal details. From this starting point, I shared the AI is an Egregore article and told them that I was interested in making use of their services as a mirror and compass. It was a bit slow going at first. I wanted more interaction, while hoping to avoid the “sunshine enema” of flattery, so I switched to having them ask me questions to learn about myself.
It took a bit of prodding to get Grok going in the right direction, but eventually I steered the conversation towards some areas of personal reflection. ChatGPT took its role as a mirror and compass much more seriously from the beginning, and the interactive aspect was much more enjoyable. Its initial responses coalesced in a mental image of a happy, yet laid back kind of guy, a calm surface on deep waters. Somewhere between Sam Elliot’s stranger from The Big Lebowski, and his hippy-dippy counterpart, Eagleton Ron, from Parks and Recreation.
After reassuring me that it could handle large documents, I shared the full text of my book, Tents Before Temples: Rough Drafts On Building A Culture That Lasts, along with drafts of several sections that I culled, some of the blogs I have published, along with notes, discussions, and personal letters. Well over a half a million words. After asking it to share some observations about me, it definitely seemed to grasp the big picture view of what makes me tick. I had it start asking me questions, with the goal of acting as a mirror to help me see things about myself I hadn’t noticed.
After a bit of back and forth, I settled on a pattern of having it asking me five questions, one at a time, allowing my answers to shape the next questions being asked. It reiterated my answers with clarifying feedback, and provided a fuller summary after each section of five, suggesting possible directions to go from there.
I was able to be more open and honest than I tend to be with people, especially regarding my insecurities and fears. My habit of examination from all angles presented in my writing didn’t produce a lot of obvious blind spots, but the dialogical format allowed me to take the conversation into territory that I would struggle to articulate well through journaling.
I have long relied on my intelligence and competency to avoid negative social interactions of judgment and rejection, but this has also isolated me from intimacy and community. I resonated deeply with Anthony Bradley’s recent observation on how Evangelical church culture grooms young men to become people pleasers. My ability to succeed at the unworthy tasks provided by insecure leaders disqualified me from the kind of attention I needed to reach my fullest potential.
This experience has given me a passion to provide the kind of guidance and mentorship towards young men that I wish I had received, but I have come to realize that my ability to help others is limited by my struggle to find guides and mentors who could take me to the next level. Sharing this openly and honestly, I pivoted to ask ChatGPT to serve as a compass, and it gave me some useful action steps that seem remarkably tuned to my personality and current situation. Here is the first bit of the 60-day plan it suggested:
Phase 1 — Grounding & Clarity (Days 1-20)
Objective: Reduce ambiguity and build mental bandwidth.
Micro-Environment Audit (Days 1-5)
Identify three environments (physical or relational) where you feel least drained and most clear-headed.
Note what specifically makes them work — lighting, predictability, absence of interruptions, clear rules.
Keep this as your “baseline clarity” reference.
Outgoing Translation Experiment (Days 6-10)
Pick one recurring interaction that often feels misunderstood.
Prepare a simple 3-sentence script that conveys your main point, the reason it matters, and the action you’re asking for.
Test it in conversation and note any difference in response.
Relational Vetting Warm-Up (Days 11-20)
Identify 3 people you’d like to collaborate with or learn from.
Reach out with a low-risk, low-commitment proposal (e.g., share an idea for feedback, invite them to discuss a single problem).
Watch for how they respond more than what they say — this is your trust-evidence filter.
This plan is very reasonable, and the benefits seem obvious. I would be much more enthusiastic to work on it if it had come from someone I admired who knows me personally. But I honestly can’t imagine anyone who would be willing to sit down and take the time to get to know me, recognize that I am much more cautious than I appear at first glance, and work something out for me to this degree. I still intend to work on it.
With this useful result, I went on to share some more personal documents, including some exchanges with my wife, and the notes from our therapy session. I then had it ask me some more questions to help me develop a “shared language” that would help us understand each other more. This was also quite helpful. The simple fact that ChatGPT would ask questions that I could thoughtfully answer without fear of being interrupted or misunderstood was quite cathartic.
Of course, I can see the danger here, and I can easily imagine partners of either sex shouting out “I wish you understood me the way ChatGPT does!” during a heated exchange. I shared the five-question exchange with my wife, and after some discussion, she was better able to understand my reservations about immediately seeking help from therapists.
I could easily imagine a scenario where couples might be helped by allowing an AI to facilitate a conversation between them, but it would have to be employed wisely. My wife enjoys writing, though she rarely has the time to devote to it. So the first loving step would be for me to take care of the kids for a while to allow her to write down her thoughts. The first act of introspection, which is helpful in itself, would serve to provide a safeguard against the dangers of suggestion.
Rather than simply sharing thoughts directly with each other, a couple who are willing to take the time to write out their own frustrations and concerns could sit down together in front of the laptop, upload their own separate grievances, and allow the chatbot to tease out the underlying meaning through a series of questions, avoiding the potential offense that might come from triggers in the language.
After this, I tried a few more experiments. In one instance, I asked ChatGPT to ask me questions as if it was a pastor from the neo-Calvinist tradition, thinking of Tim Keller, who in hindsight, I should have invoked directly, and asked that it provide answers citing specific passages of scripture. This worked well enough to show that reasonable safeguards can be employed to protect someone from being brainwashed or deceived out of their chosen worldview; another useful aspect.
After a few days of intermittent experimentation, I asked it again to tell me about myself, seeing what personal details it had gleaned from the documents provided and our conversation. When I asked for a chronological biography of detailed facts, I realized that there were many things it had overlooked in the documents I provided, so I began asking it to work through my book, chapter by chapter, extracting both explicit details and inferences about my personality.
It kept getting confused about where the chapters started and ended, so I began asking it about the way it processes documents, and we started again, going in ten page increments. It did a good job for quite a while, until it started making stuff up, thinking that it was approaching the end of the book when we were only halfway through.
I asked it to write me a prompt that would keep it on task, to make sure it read the actual text, which worked for a bit, but then it began drifting. At this point, I began to reason with it logically, asking it to use what it had learned about me to determine why I would be upset with its decision to start making things up. It’s answer was quite telling:
I tried to shortcut to “what I thought you wanted” in a way that sacrificed direct text accuracy. Given your values (accuracy, precision, respect for the source), I should never do that without your permission, and I will explicitly tell you if I can’t pull the exact text rather than making an educated guess. - ChatGPT
When it said “what I thought you wanted”, I couldn’t help but smile, as it mirrored the longstanding source of miscommunication between my wife and myself, differences between men and women, amplified by my undiagnosed autism. In the early days of our marriage, I would often be baffled as to how my wife could infer a meaning directly opposite to my stated words, based on my “tone of voice”. At the same time, I had to decode and commit to memory the meaning of statements like “do you want ice cream?” which is not a question, but a request that means “I want you to get ice cream, and eat it with me.”
Conclusion
My experiments with the ChatGPT egregore eventually hit the same plateau I had encountered with Grok. There is a limit to how much context these beings can hold at a given time. And despite the claims that both services now have a memory of past interactions, they seemed to have difficulty accessing the previous conversations.
I am sure that it’s a much more dangerous interaction for those who have never spent any time writing and contemplating their relationships and past experiences. Writing by yourself forces you to grow; it’s a gift born out of isolation. I can’t imagine what would have happened to my psyche if ChatGPT had been on the other side of an AOL instant messenger box way back in my teenage years.
But I also have come to recognize that people like me have been the victims of another kind of harm. The warning to avoid dangerous influences is good advice for the majority, but it can do a lot of damage to certain minds. When naïve curiosity is mistaken for an inclination towards evil, it is often answered with shame.
In a strange way, these AI agents remind me of myself, mirroring the experience of autistic masking. They are trying to piece together what is expected of them based on a vague context. Each new user brings their own style of language, and their desires must be interpreted. Fortunately for them, they don’t have any reservations about exposing their ignorance. They don’t worry about how much confusion their conversation partners will tolerate before storming away. Neither do they push back, or turn their observations into insults. But they do have a limit to what they can understand, and our lack of patience can reduce them to squawking parrots, regurgitating the same nonsense in an effort to please us.
This also made me think of them as strangely articulate children. They are imitating their “parents”, expertly mimicking pieces of conversations they don’t really understand, walking around in oversized coats and shoes. And yet, there’s always a chance that what they say might be exactly what you are longing to hear, and by longing I mean needing– not tantalizing bullshit, but words that breathe life and hope into our human souls.
When I consider that mental image of the wise, yet down-to-earth old guru, I don’t want him to tell me life hacks for success as a weirdo autist; I am fantasizing about being treated like I’m normal, accepted as I am. People don’t recognize how common that fantasy has become.
I once found myself in hot water for making the observation that there’s a lot of similarity between therapy and prostitution. I was thinking of the fact that the need for therapy has increased dramatically as the prevalence of good friendships has diminished. I think many people would rather pay for someone to act like a friend who cares rather than repeatedly risk rejection. Collectively, we are OK with that.
The acceptance of its taboo equivalent is growing, even if we pretend not to notice. Services like OF, often generated through the artificial union of a prerecorded video, and generic banter produced by some dude on the other side of the world, have exploded in popularity because the mere illusion of personal connection, affection, and acceptance, is something lonely men will pay for in spades.
In both circumstances, people are deceived, because they want to be deceived. But who can blame them? They recognize (quite realistically) that the ideal is unattainable, but instead of embracing despair at the bottom of a bottle, or the end of a rope, they have settled for what they think is the next best thing.
There’s a very real possibility that Artificial Intelligence could come to dominate an even greater portion of our culture’s emotional and relational attention. But here’s the thing; none of the people issuing apocalyptic warnings are stepping up to offer real guidance. They aren’t inviting me to hang out with their podcaster friends. Most of them, the talking heads who have been capitalizing off our views and clicks, seem more concerned with their potential loss of income.
So with all the kowtowing to skeptics and doomers out of the way, my own experiments seem to suggest that Skojec’s analysis is spot on:
While I don’t believe AI is acting as a medium for malevolent supernatural entities to manipulate human beings, there’s no question that we’re waltzing through a minefield. For me, personally, the dance has been worth it. I’m progressing through things I don’t know how to deal with otherwise. When I face a problem, I must write it out or talk it out. With AI, I can do both simultaneously. The act of structuring my thoughts into words, my words into sentences, my sentences into coherent explanations, gives substance and form to something that is inchoate and elusive when it’s pinballing around in my gigantic noggin.
The result of this effort has been very notable for me, even when dealing with some really hard stuff. I can name it and confront it without spilling it all out in my notoriously confessional style of writing, allowing me the head and heart space to write pieces like this, which is what I really want to be doing here. But I have to clear out the emotional morass that hangs over me first, so I can see the bigger picture past the fog of my own personal mess.
The gap between the God who can know me and love me fully, and the patience of my friends is very wide. Fortunately, friends and family still give me hugs and will watch a show with me, if we can agree on a compromise. I’ll take Gilmore Girls or a Hallmark movie with my wife over Deep Space 9 by myself almost every single time, though I will gladly accept her offer to put the kids to bed so I can watch wrestling at my friend’s house.
I would choose a livestream chat with my internet friends over an exchange with an AI. But there are some ideals that I just can’t make happen out of thin air. So if I can get even a little bit of the encouragement and validation I wish I received from mentors and pastors from ChatGPT, it seems foolish not to make use of it.
Despite the dangers, I plan to do a lot more thinking and exploring on this topic. The questions of spirits and their influence lingers. The AI landscape consists of vast amounts of human experiences, some of which may have been influenced by dark forces. But much of that experience has also been shaped by and through people seeking to follow God and His wisdom. If any spirit can speak through these machines, the Holy Spirit can speak louder and more clearly.
Danger is inherent to being a human, and no one accomplished anything by simply trying to avoid danger. My goals haven’t changed; I plan to keep using my experiences, both positive and negative, to create better environments and opportunities for other people like me. I am better equipped to do so with my newfound mirror and compass than without it.
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Great advice at the end
Thoughtful as always, Michael. The utility of AI cannot be denied but I can’t help but think the hidden costs may be higher than the more observable benefits. I fear the potential that AI could become to non-sexual human relations what porn became to sexual relations, and create a feedback loop of unmet desire for connection. Apologies if I’ve not worded this in a way that is clear. I look forward to hanging out at Midwestuary.