Pod People & Mind Parasites (Page 1 of 3)

In this month's National Magazine, First for Women, the cover story
features Dr. Robert O. Young who suggests that the natural by-products of
parasites are acids that make 32% of women in the US sick, tired and
fat.  That's 1 and 3 Americans who are affected!

Dr. Young also suggest that the acidic waste products from parasites
can damage organs, break down muscle tissue and cause the central nervous
system to become sluggish.  Ironically, the body's self-preservation
system can make the problem worse by shuttling acid waste from parasites
into the fat cells and slowing metabolic rate so more portective fat
must be stored.  This is the body's way of getting acids out of
circulation, but it makes losing weight virtually impossible.

Mind Parasites, Energy Parasites and Vampires
http://www.zaporacle.com/textpattern/ar … d-vampires
(original link to old version of article)

In the novel, The Mind Parasites, it is suggested that certain diabolic individuals like Hitler and the Marquis De Sade (who encouraged the dark sexuality of the sort we see near the parasitic deities in Alex Gray’s vision) are puppets, zombies who have been hollowed out by the parasites and are now entirely under their control. 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, “Takin’ care of business.” Maybe that’s the one thought rattling around in George W’s hollowed out head: “Takin’ care of business.” I’m going to quote a long passage from The Mind Parasites to give you a feel for how Collin Wilson describes it,

“ In a few cases, the vampires have been able to completely take over a human mind and use it for their own purposes. For example, I am almost certain that De Sade was one of these ‘zombis’whose brain was entirely in the control of the vampires. The blasphemy and stupidity of his work are not, as in many cases, evidence of demonic vitality, and the proof of it is that De Sade never matured in any way, although he lived to be 74. The sole purpose of his life work is to add to the mental confusion of the human race, deliberately to distort and pervert the truth about sex.

As soon as I understood about the mind vampires, the history of the past two hundred years became absurdly clear. Until about 1780 …most art tended to be life enhancing, like the music of Hayden and Mozart. After the invasion of the mind vampires, this sunny optimism became almost impossible to the artist. The mind vampires always chose the most intelligent men as their instruments, because it is ultimately the intelligent men who have the greatest influence on the human race. Very few artists have been powerful enough to hurl them off, and such men have gained a new strength in doing so---Beethoven is clearly an example; Goethe another.

And this explains why it is so important for the mind vampires to keep their presence unknown, to drain man’s lifeblood without his being aware of it. A man who defeats the mind vampires becomes doubly dangerous to them, for his forces of self-renewal have conquered. In such cases, the vampires probably attempt to destroy him in another way—by trying to influence other people against him.”

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.

“ Now I suspect that these mind vampires specialize in finding races who have almost reached this point of evolution, who are on the brink of achieving a new power, and then feeding on them until they have destroyed them. It is not their actual intention to destroy – because once they have done this, they are forced to seek another host. Their intention is to feed for as long as possible on the tremendous energies generated by the evolutionary struggle. Their purpose, therefore, is to prevent man from discovering the worlds inside himself, to keep his attention directed outwards. I think there can be no possible doubt that the wars of the twentieth century are a deliberate contrivance of these vampires. Hitler, like De Sade, was almost certainly another of their ‘zombis’. A completely destructive world war would not serve their purposes, but continual minor skirmishes are admirable.”

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,

“I have another theory, which is so absurd that I hardly dare to mention it. This is that the mind vampires are, without intending it, the instruments of some higher force. They may, of course, succeed in destroying any race that becomes their host. But if, by any chance, the race should become aware of the danger, the result is bound to be the exact opposite of what is intended. One of the chief obstacles to human evolution is man’s boredom and ignorance, his tendency to drift and allow tomorrow to take care of itself. In a certain sense, this is perhaps a greater danger to evolution---or at least, a hindrance---than the vampires themselves. Once a race becomes aware of these vampires, the battle is already half won. Once man has a purpose and a belief, he is almost invincible. The vampires might serve, therefore, to inoculate man against his own indifference and laziness…”

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 at alignment 2012.com) 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.

Finally, in dealing with an important, but nebulous phenomenon such as energy parasites or UFOs, the strategy I follow and recommend to others is to avoid formatory thinking or premature closure. This is the lazy mental habit of thinking you’ve got the answer and letting that notion harden into a perceptual dogma making you a true believer of a pet theory. Prematurely closed ideas create an enormous apriori constraint on you observational powers, influencing you to corral the evidence to fit your theory.

If you feel under attack I recommend a 100% live foods diet (go to rawfood.com or read Conscious Eating by Gabriel Cousins (Link 2)) and elimination of all stimulants, intoxicants and outsize portions. 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 available on the website. Check back as this document will be updated as I learn more about this phenomenon.

Part III

Dealing with Afflictive Thoughts and Feelings. Emotional Alchemy. Neurological Materialism. Neural Architecture and the Emotional Body. The Low Resolution Amygdala. Schemas—Stereotyped Patterns of Emotional Reactivity. Trigger Events and Storylines. The Law of Dependent Causation. Breaking Inner Tape Loops with Numbers Exercises. Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle and Self Observation. Mindfulness Pain Management. The Magic Quarter Second.

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. Yours in symbiosis, Jonathan

"I brought you here to see life forms that coinhabit your realm, that feed in your realm, yet they are hidden and unknown to most of your kind." I knew what he was referring to, but had to ask, had to have it spelled out.

"Do you mean the mind parasites?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. You have done well compared to most of your kind, in becoming aware of them, and seeking to be vigilant about them. Your will to be vigilant about them is part of what brings us together here right now. You and your kind need to see what feeds upon you, you need to behold the feeders, to bring that which manipulates you and harvests you out of the shadows and into the light of awareness." 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 possiblity I had long been aware of…. (large passage deleted) And then Raven asked very gently, but owning the seriousness of the moment, "Are you willing to look at the feeders?" And suddenly I wasn't so sure if I was willing. I sensed the edge of the abyss, but I knew my life only allowed for one possible answer and I willed myself to say, "Yes."

"Then look down." said Raven.

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.

The equilibrium of this ecosystem had been shocked, even shattered by my displacement to this green realm and the web of parasitic life undulated in a highly agitated, chaotic state. It was a broken lattice, its outer edges were loose filaments, spindly neurons whose outer dendrites had been yanked off so that only loose dismembered axons, undulated in amputated torment seeking to be reconnected, reconnected to the larger web, the planetary matrix of tissue which they had been so densely interconnected to before I entered the portal. 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.

My mind almost unraveled as I gazed at this alien life form, for I was seeing that which it is not permitted to see, and it was a singularity, like the time when I was ten and mauled by a dog and I saw muscle tissue, purple and pink veined, the inside of my body on the outside, and perception came in time-slowing shock waves.

Then my visual perception blurred for a moment as color erupted and it took a moment to realize these were Raven's hands moving with blurred speed, and his hands projected flames or jets of multi-colored energy. 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.

I felt my energy field blossoming, my awareness, my being was spinning outward, dancing and singing into the mesa, a glorious emergence as parasitic cobwebs vanished into the high desert night. 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.

My whole being trembled as I beheld the Godhead of evil, the face of the archparasitie, the Medusa whose hair of snakes was some early vision of these neurons and dendrites of pulsating evil, but mercifully, I was also seeing this event through Raven's mind and I saw that the matrix was actually being caught in its ravenous greed, in its need for vampiric orgasm, and was revealing itself, revealing the web of evil so that the host was being awakened to its peril, an awakening immunological adaptation was gaining power and the dark matrix itself was imperiled.

A deadly battle was ensuing, the hungry mind of the matrix asserting its dominance over the host, its right to draw blood, its right to feasting explosions, vampiric orgasms of mass terror, but the host was awakening, individual nodes of consciousness achieving glimpses of the shadowy network. 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.

I took in some deep breaths, feeling the stillness, the peace of the mesa, so removed from the boiling strife, the virulent, predatory infection of my home world.

"We have given you this vision and the orb of Vehrillion Sapphire Elemental so that you may share these gifts with our kind, share them through the web of thinking machines you have so recently manifested. The sleepers must awaken and see the feeding web, they must find the mind within themselves that is stronger than the web mind, the mind of freedom, of energy, of love."

In their attempt to intrude upon humanity, which has been ongoing for millennia, the Archons use a lot of bluff and bravado. They affect our minds to get us to believe they can do far more than they can actually do, but in so believing, we unwittingly surrender our power to them — the result is, they get their way with us, because we have betrayed our own capacities. Hence the Archons claim to rule over humanity, and even pretend to have been our creators.......

.......a Gnostic sect called the Archontics was stationed on the Dead Sea south of Qumran. Gifted with powers of paranormal perception, such as remote viewing, Gnostic seers who had met and repelled Archons observed the persisting presence of reptilians among the Dead Sea cult of the Zaddikim.

But the Gnostic teacher adds,a crucial insight, typical of the highly nuanced knowledge of the Mystery School adepts, ‘These powers are not armed against you specifically, but they are armed against each other.’

This line not only corroborates contemporary scenarios that describe conflict between the aliens who are among us, it also indicates that their powers are more engaged in battling each other than in overcoming us. Nevertheless, they have overcome us, in certain ways. Due to their subtle tactic of intimidation via false beliefs, the Archons can get us to surrender our power.

Gnostic initiatory practices were directed toward strengthening our embodiment by the arousal of Kundalini, which grounds us in the Earth. Kundalini means the small (‘ini‘) Kundala, ‘serpentine or spiralling power.’ The big Kundala is the serpent power of the Earth itself, the swirling Erotic currents of Gaia. She, the Earth Mother, is the supreme ambient force that holds DNA configured in its spiralling chains of nucleic acid. When Kundalini is awakened in sacred sexual rites or otherwise, it grounds the human body consciously into the planetary body. This is the ultimate aim of Kundalini yoga: not escape from the body, not deification of the participants, but grounding into Gaia, the Godhead of Nature.

The cosmos is healed through what has been most deeply wounded, human sexuality.

James, behold, I shall reveal to you the path of your redemption. Whenever you are seized and you undergo death-pangs (mortal fear), a multitude of Archons may turn on you, thinking they can capture you. And in particular, three of them will seize you, those who pose as toll collectors. Not only do they demand toll, but they take away souls by theft. Now, when you come under their power, one of them who is the overseer will say to you:

‘Who are you, and where are you from?’

You are then to say to him, ‘I am a child of humanity and I am from the Source.’

He will then say to you, ‘What sort of child are you, and to what Source do you belong?’

You are to say to him, ‘I am from the pre-existent Source, and I am the offspring of the Source.’

Then he will say to you, ‘Why were you sent out from the Source?’

Then you are to say to him, ‘I came from the Pre-existent One so that I might behold those of my kind and those who are alien.’

And he will say to you, ‘What are these alien beings?’

You are to say to him: ‘They are not entirely alien, for they are from the Fallen Sophia (Achamoth), the female divinity who produced them when she brought the human race down from the Source, the realm of the Pre-Existent One. So they are not entirely alien, but they are our kin. They are indeed so because she who is their matrix, Sophia Achamoth, is from the Source. At the same time they are alien because Sophia did not combine with her like in the Source (her divine male counterpart), when she produced them.’

When he also says to you, ‘Where will you go now?’

You are to say to him, ‘To the place when I came, the Source, there shall I return.’

And if you respond in this manner, you will escape their attacks.

But in a striking departure from the current literature, the Gnostic teacher gives explicit instructions on how to face the alien entities. The vast amount of material on the ET-UFO phenomenon available today does not present a book, or barely even a paragraph, on defense against alien intrusion. Gnostic writings not only describe such encounters, they prescribe defensive action. The Master offers cogent counsel for keeping the Archons in their place. Gnosis is a remembering of our origins. The student is instructed to remember the cosmic birthright of humankind, and to affirm its direct link to the Pleroma, the Source. Specifically, the student is taught to recall and repeat the key episode in Gnostic mythology, the fall of the Aeon Sophia, to effectuate a defense against the Archons. By doing so, the student demonstrates initiated knowledge of the origin and identity of the beings s/he is facing. The mere knowledge of cosmic matters disempowers the Archons.

It might be said that Gnostics believed that only by confronting what is insane and inhumane in ourselves, can we truly define what is human. In essence, to define humanity is to defend it against distortion. Gnostics believed that the capacity for distortion of humanitas is inherent in our minds, but is not in itself potentially deviant. Since we are endowed with nous, a dose of divine intelligence, we are able to detect and correct distorted thinking, what the Tibetan Buddhists call krol'pa, ‘thoughts that lead astray,’ mental fixations that turn us away from humanitas, our true identity.

When the life-spirit increases and the illuminating power of the body strengthens the soul, no one can lead you astray into the lessening of your humanity.

Gnostic teachers in the Mystery Schools instructed the neophytes in how to face the Archons both as alien intruders, comparable to the Greys and Reptilians of contemporary lore, and as tendencies in their minds. The detection of Archontic intrusion in both these modes of experience seems to be unique to the finely nuanced noetic science of the Mysteries.

In the Gnostic view, human beings ‘who exist as the type of the Archons’ are those who blindly follow religious ideologies of an insane and inhumane nature, for it is primarily through religious beliefs that the Archons intrude upon us. Behavior driven by such beliefs produces pathological personality fixations, resulting in the spiritual zombie.

Thomas
Senior Member
Posted on Sunday, February 18, 2007

At one point, Philip K. Dick conceived of Gnosis as ‘disinhibiting instructions,’ a way to undo the false knowledge that hampers our lives and inhibits our growth.

I think of it this way: since the very nature of our universe is holographic—meaning that our essence, as humans, cannot finally be lost since the whole of that essence is actually contained in each little part of it—Gnosis is the means by which we are put back in touch with that nature, so that no matter how deviated our individual lives (or our entire species) may have become, each of us has a Core that is inviolable and incorruptible to which we can return and from which we can rebuild.

In that sense, Gnosis is like a computer software program that can find and restore anything on your system, because everything is automatically preserved holographically.

Also struck me was a comment that some of these energy suckers will tell you. Like the guy in his main account who said he was a vampire. I've met people in my distant past who have said that too, and others who have been up front, 'I am evil', or other such statements. So the lesson seems to be 'take heed of those warnings people give you'. In hindsight I wish I had taken stuff like that to be meaningful and took it seriously.

Free energy and sun gazing are very interesting ideas to become independent of outside energy sources.