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2003 from Alignment2012 Website
"Mind Parasites" has a fanciful sound to it like the confabulation of an overwrought, paranoid imagination.
The term was coined by scholar of the occult Colin Wilson in his science fiction novel of ideas entitled The Mind Parasites written in 1967. And the novel is alternately fascinating and silly, spinning out of control with overcaffinated egomania, much of the "science" in the science fiction absurd to anyone who didn't sleep through their high school biology class.
In fairness, Colin
Wilson intentionally wrote the book in a hallucinatory
Lovecraftian mode, and
Lovecraft is actually mentioned
throughout the book as a visionary who, in the feverish depths of
his imagination, tapped into secrets of the collective unconscious.
It consists of eyewitness narrative accounts of historic moments ranging chronologically from a plague in Athens in 430 BC, to the fall of President Marcos in Manila, 1986. As I read some of these eyewitness accounts I noticed that most were reports of the madness of warfare and genocide, culminating in horror with accounts of Nazi concentration camps, still in living memory.
I couldn't help but to notice how surreal, how "over the top" was the ghoulish grotesqueries of human evil.
Putting down that book I picked up another I'd been meaning to get to since the Seventies - Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn's The Gulag Archipelago - an appalling account of the Soviet forced labor camps where throughout the Twentieth Century millions upon millions upon millions of completely innocent Russian citizens were arrested, tortured and thrown into the most brutal captivity imaginable by their fellow Russian citizens.
What was the reason for this?
Like the "reason" for World War One, no one can really say for sure. It may very well have been for the sheer ecstasy of inflecting terror and horrendous suffering. Law enforcement officials to this day are sometimes infected with this sadistic ecstasy.
Solzhenitsyn
documents the "imagination," the fancifulness with which arrests and
interrogations were often conducted on innocent citizens so as to
make the surreal horror that much more weird, terrifying and
bizarre. He also points out the strange, paralyzed passivity of the
numerically superior victims who almost never resisted.
All parasites are energy parasites. "Etheric parasites" sounds too Theosophist, has the ring of antique occultism. If anyone can suggest a better term please tell me.
Meanwhile I'll use
"mind parasites" and "energy parasites"
interchangeably.
Notice that
these are all relationships of energetic transaction. And
notice that human begins, collectively, and individually, may be
classified as all three. Certainly we have emerged as the ultimate
predators and parasites on the planet as we devour the biosphere and
bring on mass extinctions.
Parasites themselves evolve so quickly that in order for hosts to stay enough ahead of them to survive they need the greater genetic novelty and innovation that is generated by sexual differentiation. You can read more mind-boggling information about parasites in a recent book entitled, Parasite Rex.
By one of those
strange twists of fate my father was a parasitologist for the
U.S. Air force during much of World War II.
For example, there is a parasite that attacks a certain type of crab and eats up all nonessential soft tissue inside of it, but leaves the basics that allow locomotion - key muscles, the optic nerves, etc.
It is then able to take
over this partly hollowed out crab and use it in the manner of an
Imperial Lieutenant in the Star Wars fantasy operating an Imperial
Walker. Rabies is caused by a parasite, and it produces a
particular sort of madness that will cause an infected mammal, even
a human being, to want to bite or otherwise cause bloodshed with
other mammals thereby opening a vector, an avenue of transmission,
for the parasite.
Surgeons would wash their hands after surgery, but not before. Imagine if anyone had claimed that there were these incredibly tiny animals, too small to be seen, that were major players in human destiny.
Imagine that they
claimed that there wasn't just one kind, but a whole cryptozoology
of millions of strange species, fantastically varied, of both plant
and animal. Imagine that they further claimed that our bodies were
actually made up of a cooperative colony of a trillion such animals!
Anybody making such fantastical claims would have been condemned to
a lunatic asylum or burned at the stake.
Dr. Samuel Sagan is a medical doctor who has researched this subject and written a book (I've only read excerpts) entitled, ENTITIES: Parasites of the Body of Energy.
He's part of a school in Australia that a friend of mine attended and spoke highly of, though I know next to nothing about it. In an excerpt available on the website clairvision.org, Dr. Sagan writes,
Call them spirits, the incubus and the succubae, they have as many names as there are cultures and languages, but they have been widely recognized by everybody except us. Disincarnate organisms are far more generally recognized than the microbiological realm ever was until the invention of the microscope.
And there isn't just one
type of course, but a fantastically varied cryptozoology of
parasites, predators and symbionts. Everywhere we
find life we find endless variations on those classic energetic
relationships - parasitism, predation and symbiosis. As the
alchemists put it, "As above, so bellow." As on the mircrobiolgical
plane, so also on the energetic plane.
What is the richest deposit of organic energy that we know of? This would have to be human psychic energy/sexual chi - the energy that dominates this planet. What types of human beings have the richest deposit of this energy?
Adolescents, particularly male adolescents, have the greatest overabundance of sexual chi, and highly creative visionary types are thought to have the strongest psychic charge. Is it a coincidence that these are the types apparently most likely to be attacked by energy parasites?
Another as above, so bellow
phenomenon is that adolescents, particularly males, are apparently
the most likely to be attacked by mosquitoes. Probably this is
because they generate more infrared, have sweeter blood and less
leathery skin.
These attacks tend to be highly stereotyped and to be entirely lacking, as far as I can tell, in psychological content. Should we discard all this human testimony because Western science is so far unable to satisfactorily explain it?
We should always be wary when
any area of human testimony is automatically discarded by a ruling
collective. Think of how many generations, how many millennia, was
the testimony of child abuse rejected by the collective.
In F. Scott Fitzgerald's first novel, This Side of Paradise (written when he was barely out of adolescence himself), he wrote that people were attracted to the young because they were giving off "calories of innocence."
Calories, as I'm sure you know, are a unit of energy, of heat. When someone is attractive we say they are "hot."
An interesting correlation I've noticed is that those most likely to report energetic attacks also tend to be especially good looking. It is as if their dream body or energy body has an attractiveness that parallels their physical body.
(For more hidden aspects
of appearance and body image disorders see the synopsis of my book
The Glorified Body - Body Image Disorders and
the Crisis Phase of Human Evolution which will soon be
added to Jonathan Zap's Pavilion)
Could autoerotic fantasies, highly energetically charged events culminating in orgasm, "get loose" and somehow be experienced by their target person during the boundary dissolution and heightened telepathy of dreaming?
In her book on projection, Jung's brilliant colleague, Marie Louise Von Franz, points out that in traditional cultures projection, like "the curse of the evil eye," was depicted as an arrow or missile going out from the percipient to the target person and penetrating their energetic field.
Any woman who has gotten the creeps while
being cruised by sexually predatory men knows that this is not
merely a metaphor. The effect of these sorts of sexually charged
projections may also explain some of the madness of celebrities
who become the targets of colossal amounts of projection.
Studies conducted by British biologist
Rupert Sheldrake have confirmed,
for example, that the eyes on the back of your head feeling that
someone is staring at you is a real effect confirmed by controlled
experiments. But to take the next step and suggest that the heated
attention of desire is a vector for energy parasite transmission,
or even an origin of the parasites, is purely speculative at
this point.
This assumption resulted in not a few witch burnings in this country during Puritan times when a sexually repressed man could have an erotic dream about Sarah Goodwife and this would be admitted into court as "spectral evidence" that she was a witch.
Some of my fellow
Jungians would also say that what I am calling "mind parasites"
would be better described as "autonomous complexes of the
collective unconscious." I would have to respectfully disagree
with them, at least in many cases, because if these were autonomous
complexes of the collective unconscious I would expect to see them
occur embedded with more psychological content and associated
mythological motifs, and usually this is not the case.
I will start with three cases
I can report first hand - attacks I experienced myself.
Case History # 1
About seven years ago I was camping with friends, fellow Greenpeace workers, near Taos, New Mexico.
We had spent the previous night in a cave, and had planned to heighten our experience of the high desert during the daylight hours with a spirit medicine of the sort associated with dampness and the subterranean.
Going for the heroic dose of what turned out to be especially potent medicine, I quickly realized that hiking the high desert in a social context was not where the ally wanted to take me, which was back to my tent and what Terrance Mckenna recommends with such medicines - silent darkness.
As soon as
I shut my eyes I was aware of an alternate dimension that was so
vivid, complex, high resolution, fully realized and alive that I can
only compare it to some of my brief encounters with Dorothy Mary
Taylor.
But suddenly there was a
change as definite as the click of a switch being thrown. I felt
that some malign force had become aware of my forbidden
seeing, a breech in the inner eye was detected, and an immunological
response, a sharply aimed attack was launched at me. This attack
successfully disrupted the forbidden seeing, but also provided
another form of forbidden seeing, a revealed instance of mind
parasites at work.
The languaging part of my mind registered this projectile with a contracted word phrase:
Along with the languaged aspect would be a terrible image - a chicken lying at the bottom of cellar stairs with its throat cut illuminated by a single hanging light bulb, an emaciated concentration camp victim lying passively while being slid into an oven, etc.
The horrific images over powered
the forbidden alchemical view of bodily organs.
A constant theme of the scanty literature about energy parasites is that they live off the energy of intense negative emotions and darker sexual desires.
They have also been associated with (see clairvision.org) cravings for certain foods, especially sugary or sweet foods. (Mosquitoes also prefer sweet blood, and that may partly account for their preference for the young)
It seems that they can feed off the red color temperature of hypercaloric metabolism, excess emotionality and sexual excitement. They may not be able to feed off of the bluer energy of the hypometabolic diet, what in Ayurveda would be called the satvic diet that emphasizes small portions, live foods and carbohydrates with a low glycemic index.
They are especially unable to feed off the
bluer color temperature of heightened consciousness in a
state of emotional equanimity.
Each time I've reflected on it I see new connections in
some of the details and I want to give the reader a chance to make
their own connections, to connect the dots themselves.
He had enormous eyes, very high cheekbones, straight hair (dyed various colors) and a very small nose and mouth. A serious martial arts student, he trained constantly, and was thin with very high muscle definition.
His metabolism was so
high that he ate enough for four people but had a body fat under 5%.
This was a big problem for him because he had been abandoned by both
parents, was always broke, and whatever money he did have had to go
to the huge quantities of food he had to eat.
He had educated himself in a surprising number of areas for someone so young, and was well informed about the occult, Eastern philosophy and psychology. And although he apparently came out of a horrible trailer trash background, he was mannered, eloquent in speech, graceful in movement, and exotic in appearance. Some people instinctively mistrusted him, but to me he was unfailingly honest, thoughtful, and considerate.
Of course, I have no doubt that he presented me with his very best side because he valued me as a mentor.
Still, I want to acknowledge that his conduct toward
me was exemplary, and he was, strange as it sounds, a completely
innocent participant (as far as I can tell) in the vampiric
attack I experienced. This will become clearer later in the
narrative.
Although her appearance hadn't changed much she seemed completely different than when I had first seen her over a year ago. A year ago she was someone I would never have expected to have a conversation with. She was extremely shy or at least so inwardly shut up inside herself that I never saw her relate to anyone, except in the most perfunctory way, besides Nicholas.
One time she
complimented my artwork, but otherwise we scarcely exchanged a
complete sentence even though I saw her almost every day. And it
wasn't just me, in the past there had been this powerful keep
away field surrounding her like a force field. But now there was
an amazing change, she made strong, friendly eye contact, greeted me
like an old friend, and she seemed completely relaxed, open and
eager to talk. I was astonished. I've almost never seen such an
extraordinary change in someone in a year's time.
Sapphire was only
about seventeen, but now had the poise of a much older woman, was
highly intelligent, articulate, precociously wise, and her exotic
beauty turned heads wherever she went. She acknowledged the profound
change in herself and credited most of it to the influence of
Nicholas. Nicholas had, she told me, with painstaking effort,
patience and insight helped her to work her way out of her problems.
When I first met Sapphire I felt she was a
borderline personality type, a person with fragmented center who
seemed likely to remain that way. Given her horrendous past, this
wasn't surprising. But the improvement in her was little short of
astounding.
But,
nevertheless, it was traumatic for her.
Sapphire told me several times that she wanted me to spend time with Nicholas because it had helped him so much in the past, but we had conflicting schedules, and it hadn't happened yet. Nicholas told me on the cell phone that he desperately needed to talk to me that evening, that Sapphire was leaving him for this new guy and was going to live with him in another country.
He
was close by and I told him to come right over.
Nicholas looked quite
stressed compared to how he looked just a couple of weeks before.
His complexion was what Ann Rice would have called, "preternaturally
pale," and he was thinner, his face looking drawn, his elfin
japanimation features seemed ready to morph into Edward Munch's
The Scream.
She was spending
the night with this guy right now. He might have been able to work
through that, but now that she was suddenly leaving him to live with
this guy in another country… Having been abandoned by his parents
years ago, Sapphire was the closest thing to family he had ever
experienced.
After
the readings, Nicholas told me that he was ready to change
the subject, that he had spent the whole day talking to his closest
friends about this traumatic break up and he felt talked out about
it.
This last part surprised me, seemed to come from left field, otherwise his explanation didn't sound particularly vampiric.
I assumed he had the hunger of a
narcissistic personality type always wanting more attention. Very
understandable and sympathetic considering how unparented he had
been.
This had happened to me years before, someone told me they were evil, but I was young and too busy being sympathetic to realize that I was getting a very serious warning from someone who, indeed, was evil, but had a subordinate part of themselves that had enough love for me to give me a heads up. This evil "mutant" even told me about the exact moment in his life, at age sixteen, when he experienced (his description) "the death of his soul."
Foolishly I ignored the warning and this resulted in, among an array of dark consequences, a vampiric energetic attack with lasting consequences. But this an even more bizarre story that might take hundreds of pages to unravel.
And if that wasn't enough a prior lesson, when I was ten years old I survived a still more dangerous and bizarre, nearly fatal, paraspsychological attack which resulted in a dog mauling and hundreds of stitches. The point is, I should have known better - I had been there before, been bitten before.
A classic
pitfall is that if you have survived weird darkness you may develop
a fatal vanity that you know what you're doing or that lightening
won't strike twice (an especially foolish notion if your last name
is Zap).
They're often too busy being deceptive and "the devil hath the power to assume a pleasing shape" and all that, and you have to be able to see through the guise, the enticing aura of glamour, beauty, power. But a surprising number of vampires and evil types will tell you what they are, often just once, like a subtly placed calling card, and you'd better pay attention.
Often people make the mistake of thinking this person's just a punk trying to show off, if they really were evil/vampiric, etc. they wouldn't admit it. But many times they are both showing off and they are evil or vampiric.
And don't forget that narcissistic punks can be evil or vampiric too. Another dangerous delusion is that if you are what I call a "mutant" - a self-transforming round peg off the accepted scale of normality - then other mutants must be your allies.
As a mutant
myself, I have had the blessing and privilege to be a magnet for
other mutants, but I have sometimes forgotten that mutants are not
just dangerous to the collective, they can also sometimes be
dangerous to other mutants. This is especially true if you
underestimate them, or are glamorized by their charisma into
overlooking their shadow.
We passed over the vampire part and I failed to notice the significance, that the life story he then narrated well into the night had begun with his stark statement,
The revelation came and went too quickly, and I failed to recognize its continued relevance to the life story that followed.
But in just a few more hours I
would be taking it very seriously indeed.
A classic symptom of the
abuse, which he noticed about himself, was that he had been
extremely promiscuous with members of both genders from a very early
age. There was a great deal of violence in his childhood. His mother
went through a series of abusive boyfriends who were also abusive to
him. As a young child he witnessed a brutal murder right inside his
trailer home. His mother abandoned him at an early age, and he had
to make it on his own as a street kid in a big city.
Presently he seemed more elf-like than vampiric. He was wearing some sort of elaborate, laced leather jerkin, a finely made Renaissance fair sort of item that looked like what Orlando Bloom wore as Legolas in the Tolkien films.
He did not seem like
someone from a violent, trailer trash background, though vaguely I
remembered that he may have told me some of this a year before, but
it never quite gelled in my mind because the detail was left out,
and it was so incongruous with the Nicholas I knew.
He was a street kid living in a dangerous urban environment. For a while he lived with a man who was a major dealer of a designer drug in the rave world. Apparently he was this man's companion, protégé, object of infatuation, bodyguard and probably lover (I can't recall if he made this last part explicit or not).
There was a certain park he went to in the city to have anonymous
encounters with members of the same gender.
At some point, much earlier in the evening, Nicholas realized that he had missed the last bus to the town where he had a place to stay.
He was used to staying in this town with Sapphire, but, obviously,
that wasn't happening tonight. He asked if he could crash in my RV.
Of course I said yes, my sleeping loft easily slept three, two with
plenty of room to spare, and he didn't seem to have any other
option.
Usually I have 100% recall, so I feel it's a good trade off even though it is often a hardship for someone who travels as much as I do, often out of a backpack. I also tend to be hyper sensitive to human energies, and it is almost impossible, for example, for me to fall asleep or remain asleep in a dwelling where anyone else is awake.
So I knew it
would be tough for me to fall asleep so near to someone else's
energy field, and I wanted to make sure Nicholas was sound
asleep before I even tried.
Describing
one thing after another would seem to imply a chronological
sequence, but the first several things were all apparent in the
first heartbeat or two of awakeness, they were more like a
simultaneous overlay of perceptions and realizations rather than a
sequential cascade. Please keep this in mind as I relate the
following.
I felt myself restrained with lashings of fiery energy, much the way Gulliver, in Gulliver's Travels, awoke to find that the tiny Lilliputians had restrained him with lashings of rope over his whole body.
There was a parasitic entity in the sleeping loft hovering just bellow the roof near our feet. It was like a dark cloud, or vortex, with a somewhat double convex lens shape similar to the way a spiral galaxy looks from a great distance. My visual perception of it was not definite; it was dark and amorphous with fractal boundaries and rotating movement.
I felt it energetically,
a direct perception of it, and there may or may not have been an
overlay of conventional, anatomical eyesight. I knew that this
parasite was living in conjunction with Nicholas and was
directing the massive, massive energy transfer while he slept. I
felt that if this energy transfer were to continue for even three or
four more heartbeats I couldn't be sure if I would even be me
anymore, if there would be anything left capable of resisting.
And in my mind, a blue fire sparked, instead of fear there was an intense curiosity and fascination, I had been studying mind parasites for years and now I was able to see how it actually worked!
With my mind fully awake, and my will activated to stop this vast, insidious suction of energy, the color temperature of my psychic energetic metabolism had switched from red to blue, an energy that is apparently unnourishing, even dangerously toxic to parasites.
The dark spiral cloud entity made a distinct sound
at that point, the only way I can language this sound (it's meaning
was instantly apparent) is to say that it was the sound of primal
frustration of a very hungry animal that has been interrupted in
the middle of feeding.
I didn't feel drained the next day, or ill in anyway.
Again,
this was a dramatic contrast to the other vampiric attack,
many years before, that left me ill for weeks afterwards. Months
after I recovered from that illness, which much resembled giardia
- a
parasitic infection - the vampiric person called me on the
phone from South Korea while I was in Manhattan, thousands of miles
away, and within two minutes, before I hung up the phone, the
illness returned!
My tone was not accusatory or asking for apology,
but one of fascination with what I had learned. We parted on good
terms, though I have not seen Nicholas or Sapphire ever since then.
Nicholas had clearly had an astoundingly positive effect on
Sapphire, though he also suggested that his vampiric nature may have
been unsatisfying to her erotically, and may be what caused her to
seek fulfillment with another lover.
Similarly, a voracious appetite for food, with an inability to put
on weight, is sometimes a symptom of physical parasites, like tape
worms, perhaps it is also a symptom of energy parasites that
want to rev up the metabolic fires of their hosts. In the movie,
The Matrix, Neo is derisively called "Coppertop," a reference to
Duracell batteries, and a reminder to him that he exists to be used
as a disposable energy source for parasitic machines.
In her vampire cosmology, a spirit, a disembodied entity (spirits are often said to be jealous of those possessing physical bodies) that has an affinity for human blood, is able to merge with the bodies of an ancient King and Queen of Egypt through the apertures of bloody wounds opened in their bodies by the stabbing knives of assassins.
The King, Queen and the disincarnate spirit become bonded, merged symbionts, and a new species is created, neither flesh nor spirit - the vampires.
Nicholas, a
self proclaimed vampire, seemed to be a symbiont/host of a
disembodied parasitic entity.
Case History # 3
The third first hand case history of mind parasite attack happened just eighteen days ago.
You may have already read this one as an email entitled "Mutant Danger Alert!" If so, you may still want to reread this brief account from the new perspective of mind parasites taking over the susceptible to attack a mutant. The people involved in this attack have turned out to be decent people who, apparently ashamed of their behavior that night, have gone out of their way to help me out since then, so the story had a happy ending.
The fact that they are decent people makes this an even more likely attack of mind parasites inserting their minds or thought forms into susceptible psyches. This attack came at night, and when I was already in a somewhat vulnerable state of mind. It happened on the 13th of this month, the night of the full moon.
Here's my first person account written the day after the attack:
There is, I believe, a more general meaning to this bizarre incident.
I realized that this mind parasite attack had resemblances to my experiences at the border where this customs woman I hadn't interacted with in over a year remembered everything about me and said that she spotted me 3 or 4 times in Nelson.
What I realized is that if you are what I call a mutant, an unusual person that doesn't fit the mold, you are likely going to be the target of some very polarized projections. In the right social venue, like the gathering I had just been to or some place else where there is a concentration of fellow conscious mutants, I often get great recognition and positive attention from people.
But over a lifetime I have found that when dealing with square peg types that their unconscious immediately registers you as a mutant even if you are (as I am now) middle aged with short hair, white skin, clean shaven, normally dressed. Then you become like "a splinter in their mind they can't get out."
You are a subliminal shock wave threat to their unconscious equilibrium and they have an immunological response to you, they want you out of the body politic, they want to burn the witch they sense in you. The USA has a bad history with witch-hunts and is now more fear driven then ever. So if you are a mutant, are living an alternative life that deviates from statistical norms in anyway, watch out!
The lunatic
majority doesn't need a full moon to get medieval on your ass,
they're ready to do it all the time. So cloak yourself and be alert,
the Babylon Matrix remains a very dangerous place.
I'd known that since studying Gurdjieff in the Eighties, but also found it turning up in, The Mind Parasites, where one character asks,
The moon has a certain physical analogy to parasites in that it does not have its own energy source or illumination, and only reflects the energy of the sun.
That's from our vantage, of course, since the earth is also dependent on the sun for energy. In my earliest visions of the parasites I saw what I called "moon worms." They had a pale, unearthly, baleful luminosity.
In a novel of the West, All the
Pretty Horses, recently made into a major motion picture, the
heroic protagonist, an adolescent male sixteen years old, in a
moment glaringly incongruous with the style and content of the rest
of the novel, looks up at the moon and wonders if there aren't
parasitic entities up there feeding off of human suffering.
The couplings near these figures seem loving. At the other two points of the mandala are parasitic deities; one of them looks like a devouring vagina. The couplings near these figures are sado-masochistic and negative.
A close friend of Alex Grey told me a story about the inspiration for this painting. Let me emphasize that this is a second hand story that I have not confirmed with Alex. But even if it were a fabricated urban legend, it would still have significance. I was told that Alex was hanging out with friends in an apartment where everyone had taken acid.
Suddenly Alex noticed his friends hitting on each other in an
ugly way and he became aware of parasitic deities above the earth
that seemed to be promoting the ugliness and feeding off of the
negative energy.
From the second attention Castaneda can see what Don Juan calls "the flyers," shadowy worm like creatures that feed off of human energy and have the ability to insert their mind into the minds of average, susceptible people.
The physical description
of these "flyers" sound remarkably like the "rods,"
the very high seed flying organisms that have been video taped by
Jose Escamilla (see
roswellrods.com). Consider the poem
by William Blake at the beginning of this essay and the "The
invisible worm/That flies through the night."
When Jung met Hitler he described him as "a psychic scarecrow," and some very evil figures have been described as having blank, doll's eyes and to be on a kind of automatic pilot like mechanical puppets.
When they asked one serial killer what he was thinking about when he stalked young women in preparation for torturing and killing them he replied matter of factedly,
Maybe that's the one thought rattling around in George W's hollowed out head:
I'm going to quote a long passage from The Mind Parasites to give you a feel for how Collin Wilson describes it,
A couple of pages later and Wilson makes a very interesting speculation.
He suggests that the parasites may seek out species that are on the brink of a quantum evolutionary leap, but still in the highly energetically charged, vulnerable position of not yet having emerged on the other side of that leap.
A few paragraphs later Wilson states the intuition I had long before I read Mind Parasites - that the parasites, seen from a sufficiently encompassing evolutionary vantage, are revealed to be symbionts in that they challenge an evolving host to become far more conscious in order to shake off the threat.
Frank Herbert, in his fourth Dune novel, God Emperor of Dune, seems to have had a similar idea.
The God Emperor who is following his "Golden Path" (apparently his personal revelation of an evolutionary Tao), makes himself into a supreme predator or parasite that dominates the human species for millennia.
He does not enjoy being an oppressor, but is doing it purposefully so as to paradoxically create mutants who will be so resistant to oppression that they will able to lead their species out of bondage forever. In the I Ching it is said that some things do not fully blossom or unfold unless they are fully compressed (or oppressed).
Wilson writes,
Elsewhere, Colin Wilson compares the insidious effects of the mind parasites to "radar jamming."
This is a metaphor or analog to their apparent ability to obfuscate, to generate confusion, wild dangerous rumor (as happened to me on the 13th) and otherwise make it hard for the host species to wake up. Mayan scholar John Jenkins and I had a dialogue very recently concerning the deceptive Dreamspell fad, and its obfuscation of authentic Mayan calendar and prophecy. (See "Zap on Dreamspell" - Jonathan Zap's Pavilion)
Everyone has noticed that whenever a creative cultural trend tries to get started, any time a new scene, a new bohemia tries to get going, corrupt commercializers rush in to produce a degraded, counterfeit version that sucks all the life out of it.
If a new visionary band appeared
on the music scene they would probably be found advertising
disposable Burger King cups by the end of the month. If a
mutant is discovered they can be either repressed or imprisoned
(like what the feds did to
Wilhelm Reich), or they can be
promoted into a celebrity where they will be hollowed out by
projections and parasitic temptations until they become a
'zombis' for the Matrix.
Their terrifying
actions seem very intelligently and precisely directed so as to
create the richest harvest of fear and negative emotion in the
collective.
According to this theory, at the time of human death, there are denser, darker fragments of consciousness that remain behind after the spirit departs the body.
Sagan believes that many
traditional funeral practices, especially those involving
cremation, were originally designed to destroy these
fragments. These lingering incomplete fragments of consciousness
do not have their own direct connection to pranic or life
energy, but must parasitically attach themselves to those that do.
This seems similar to the Buddhist concept of the "hungry
ghost."
If there are energy parasites (for many this is a big if) and since they seem to both understand and be perfectly adapted to feeding off of human energy, instead of suggesting a more exotic theory of origin, say extraterrestrial or interdimenisonal parasites hunting through the multiverse, we can simplify our hypothesis by having us, human beings, whom we know exist, as the source of the parasite.
At one point Colin Wilson
suggests that we might be the parasites in his novel. I made a
similar suggestion during the discussion of projection.
When people tried to explain the actions of the Columbine kids in terms of their obsessive addiction to the video game Doom, they were essentially relying on memes as the source of contagion.
Although I think they were wrong, or at least wildly disproportionate, it can easily be demonstrated that memes are quite capable of functioning as mind parasites.
For example, an adolescent male watching the endless blockbuster movies in which scenes of extreme violence are dovetailed with scenes that are sexually arousing - like James Bond making out with some exotic beauty moments after a glamorous blood bath, or, even worse, both violent and arousing, like the famous erotically charged shower/stabbing scene in Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho.
Another example are the subliminal, and not so subliminal enticements in cigarette ads. These memes cross wires that should not be crossed - sex/violence, sex/cigarettes.
Certainly in the cigarette ads it is the conscious intention of their designers to create a parasitical infection, a mind insertion meant to cause a virulent addiction that, in the shortened life of an average smoker, nets tobacco companies hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Using subliminals and sexually arousing images to sell known toxins should be outlawed to close at least one mind parasite vector.
A
psychologist I saw on a panel discussion wisely suggested that there
be a "cooling off period" between sexually arousing scenes and
violent scenes in movies so that we stop conditioning adolescent
males to perceive violence as sexy. I don't, however, advocate
anything but voluntary self censorship.
The adolescent is genuinely traumatized and extremely vulnerable when he discovers that, in typical high school fashion, the girlfriend has cheated on him.
He goes to his best friend for sympathetic council and his friend utters a single definitive sentence,
In the painful confusion of adolescent eros a single sentence like this, from the right person and at the right moment, could be potently influential, could seem like an empowered antidote to the pain and confusion.
If the
adolescent male adopts this soul-destroying mind parasite,
transmitted in a single sentence meme, he may then spend a
lifetime infecting others with the contagion.
Prematurely closed ideas create an
enormous apriori constraint on you observational powers,
influencing you to corral the evidence to fit your theory.
Shift your metabolism and the feeding will stop. I also recommend using the techniques for dealing with negative thoughts and emotions described in Part III of my Guide to the Perplexed Interdimensional Traveler.
Check back as this
document will be updated as I learn more about this phenomenon. For
more discussion of mind parasites and the dynamic evolutionary
context in which they are happening go to Jonathan Zap's Pavilion.
You'll find much relevant material, especially when a document
entitled "White Crows Rising…" is added, hopefully rather
soon.
While these experiences are not literally true in the way the case histories presented here most definitely are, the Shocking Anomalous Experience narrative presents true events and perceptions as seen through the second attention.
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A confirmation that what I envisioned was not just a quirk of my imagination is in the animated Matrix sequel, Animatrix (infinitely superior to the godawful, mind parasited, hollowed out Matrix Regurgitated or whatever it was called).
In Animatrix we see an expanding parasitic lattice almost identical in form to what I envisioned. I'll step aside to let you experience that for your self.
Feed back is always welcome.
The implications of his words were chilling, but not unknown to me.
Still, he was silent for a few moment, giving me time to absorb the impact of his words which were a powerful confirmation of a dark possibility I had long been aware of…. (large passage deleted)
And then Raven asked very gently, but owning the seriousness of the moment,
I looked down and saw that which unraveled me for several long heartbeats before I was willing to let what my eyes scanned enter my mind.
Attached to my body, coming from my body, through my body, was a broken lattice of dark filaments, undulating filaments like a broken spider web spun of black spider silk moving, undulating chaotically.
And I knew that each of the filaments was a kind of nerve cell, shadowy black neurons with infinitely complex dendrites and interconnections with other threads of tissue.
I must call it tissue because it was alive and intelligent and... parasitic, virulently parasitic, a vampiric web, only the web was the vampire, and it was highly aware of me for I was its food source, its host, and it continually reconfigured itself to create networks, new interconnections to draw off more vital energy, and I felt the blackness of this shadow web, dendrites and axons of flat black spider silk moving and undulating, and also pulsating, but it was a weirdly horrifying inverse arterial pulsing, and suddenly I comprehended the horror of its pulsing rhythm, it was the antiheart beat of my heart beat.
This pulsating lattice of tissue was a capillary suction pump, it beat in perfect counter rhythm to my heart beat because when my heart pumped blood out it sucked in, not blood but vital energy and for a moment it was not clear if I was merely tissue, an organ inside of its body, or if it was a parasitic tissue that surrounded my body.
Something about the light absorbing flat blackness of the filaments made them tendrils of energy suction and also rendered them invisible to ordinary human eyesight.
At certain nodes of the web, a nexus of dendrites formed a densely entangled concavity, a bulbous thicket of black nerve tissue and inside these were pale worm-like parasites, and these worms had the pale, silvery luminosity of a hungry moon, a sterile moon whose only light was reflected from a host energy source on which it drew.
These moon
worms were part of a delicately counterbalanced parasitic ecosystem,
an ecosystem for which I was now the sole food source.
I had displaced to a green realm, a realm not infected with this vast network of parasitic tissue, so all that I saw was the broken remnant of the web that had closely surrounded my body and somehow survived crossing over.
This was but the
smallest part of the mind parasite matrix that had always
harvested my energy, its perpetual suction a hidden, insidious
taxation of my every pulse of life energy, but now it lay before me
shocked and vulnerable and I almost felt pity for it. It was torn
asunder from its planetary matrix and unsure of itself, chaotically
trying to reconfigure itself to cocoon around me perhaps, tightening
its embrace of the host to conserve its one remaining energy source.
So fast they moved and with surgical
precision, and I knew exactly what they were doing, they were
freeing me, filament by filament, from the matrix and the feeling
was ecstatic, euphoric, as a billion hungry little mouths were
removed from my skin, a billion points of constriction and fear that
I had no idea even existed, because I had never before been freed
from their insidious suction.
My spirit celebrated, rejoiced but I felt I could not go fully into the celebration, I had to seek the forbidden knowledge because the hungry web still thrived on my earth, the predatory realm that I inhabited with six billion of my brothers and sisters.
I saw so many of them there going about their day their gaze downward, many with spirits broken, for above them was a dark coagulated sky, a planetary vampiric matrix above their heads, above them on the food chain, and their suffering spirits were like nodes of nourishing energy inside this dark brain, a network of parasitic intelligence inserting its mind into all of us, harvesting from us a rich diet of fear, pain, hatred, jealousy, addictive passions, lethargic indulgences.
And we have been the deceived host of this metaparasite since at least the dawn of history.
We need to break loose from this devouring cocoon, but to do so, we need the clarity of the Vehrillion Sapphire Elemental to cast light on the vast, shadowy mind, the planetary matrix of hungry black tissue. And this was why Raven had sent the portal, he had removed me to a pure, uninfected realm so that I could see the vastness of the infection and be a witness to my kind.
And now a terrible vision flickered into my mind. I saw the gleaming Twin Towers and I knew this was early on the morning of September 11.
The Twin Towers were still perfectly intact, but surrounding them, massing and swarming around them were pulsating masses of dendrites, entangled concavities of hungry nerve tissue and I knew that the matrix had sent great masses of suctioning tissue to this particular place and time because it knew what was coming, a great, exploding feast of dark energy, a feast of terror about to erupt and I saw dendrites, insidious tendrils of its will perfectly interfaced into the puppet brains of the terrorists so that the matrix actually looked out at the gleaming towers through the eyes of the terrorist pilots, but with its will and ravenous hunger, and it craved with sexual frenzy to rupture those towers, to pop them, to tear into them like a starving, rabid dog tearing into hives full of golden honey.
Only
here the honey was fear, and blood, blood vaporizing in the fiery
combustion of exploding jet fuel and as the towers collapsed there
was a frenzy of feeding, an imploding vampiric orgasm suctioning
blood and terror that pulsated the whole planetary matrix in waves
of multiple orgasm.
And when I had these realizations,
a matter of heartbeats, Raven pulled back the veil, the terrible
visions dissolved and it was just us standing in the silent mesa.
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