Dealing with Psychic Parasites
You're Getting Sucked Off and You Don't Want That (Trust Me)
Spirit Vision
Look who’s finally back.
Has it been a whole week already? I could hardly tell, tripping as I was through the Akashic Records (never mind that).
How did your experiment go?
I’m a gambling man, so I’d wager it was a mixed bag. Maybe you had some experiences that provided water for your little seedling. Maybe a voice chimed in to convince you not to use it.
“That’s just a coincidence.”
“This is nothing new.”
“Sure, maybe this is evidence. But you still have a little willy.”
That’s to be expected.
New beliefs take time to sprout roots, and your old ones are entrenched deep into the Earth of your being. Even though we chopped the tree down and burned it to ash, those roots are still there. With time, their influence will be forgotten. Just try not to sit down for a break on its stump. The goal is to rest under the auspices of your new tree once it’s grown. Have some rum while you’re down there. And a bit of coke.
What I’m sure you noticed most of all is that this work is about as easy as piercing your own junk with a cock stud.
“Just act like the guy in your desires would. I’m David Jagger, I make it sound so easy.”
My dear reader, I understand your frustration. My heart both goes out to you and weeps that you would mock my advice so. I offer you only love.
Know that I saw this coming. As with everything, it has been baked into the lesson plan. You needed to try first. I know how much you want me to tell you everything, rapidly, right here, right now, my ravenous, rapacious raven of a reader. But I won’t. It wouldn’t serve you.
Could you imagine knowing everything now and trying to cherry-pick what to implement when and where? You’re far too wayward for that. Even this weekly format (assuming you’re keeping pace) is a fast track. Too fast, perhaps. I’ve given you in less than two months what it took me years to attain.
You should be grateful. I’m such a wonderful and selfless teacher. You’re welcome.
What I offer you today is not the next key, nor directions to the next door. You’re not ready for either of those yet. Your tree still needs time to grow.
What I offer you today is insight.
Dear reader, I’m about to give you spirit vision.
Slimy Psychic Peckers
What you need to understand is that our world is overrun with and ruled by psychic parasites.
Does that sound like a bold, if not vague, proclamation?
My dear reader. Of course, it does. But you know by now that everything I say is truth.
You’re probably wondering exactly what I mean by psychic parasites. Is it a metaphor? A mental construct? Actual psychic entities?
Yes.
They are immaterial as far as we’re concerned. We cannot perceive them with our five everyday senses. As for what they are, pick whatever explanation pleases your palate. It’s less important than what they do. What’s paramount is recognizing the influence they assert over you.
Have you ever felt a sense of quiet desperation? Like a shipwrecked pirate, treading water at open sea, with no land in sight? You’re oh so tired, but if you stop, you’ll drown. You need to swim, but which direction leads to booty? If you choose wrong, you’ll swim your ass to your doom. With no markers, nor the slightest scent of sweat-seasoned wench on the winds to guide you, you resign yourself.
This is the work of a psychic parasite. Once they sink their slimy psychic pecker in, they pump you full of thoughts and emotions. Before you know it, they have spun a spunk web that entraps you. Once you believe the thoughts and emotions are your own, you have been dominated. Your energy now feeds the parasite. You go out into the world and do their bidding. You spread their influence yet further.
The hallmark of a psychic parasite, as compared to other psychic entities, is that the net result of the relationship is negative. It takes more from you than it gives, if it gives anything at all.
Consider for instance, the corporate cuck. He lives life on the wheel. Every day is the same day of the rest of his life. He’s up at six, ready by seven, arrives to work at eight, breaks for lunch by noon, leaves by five. He cares little for what he does. It’s all so pointless. His job could disappear and the world would keep turning. Nothing changes.
The corporate parasite rewards him. Not greatly, but enough to keep him compliant. It pays his bills, gives him some perceived security from the financial elements, and maybe even pays enough that he can buy some premium porn in his scant free time.
“See?” The parasite says. “I provide for you. You need me.”
Some believe it.
The corpo cuck certainly does.
But most comply out of fear. Dare to rebel and the parasite claps those psychic cheeks harder than a bullet train straight to Uranus. Show open contempt or dissatisfaction with the corporate monster, and it suddenly sends problems your way. Maybe it’s a coaching, a trip to HR, a write-up, or (Jesus help me) sensitivity training. God forbid a man try to tell his female colleague he admires her willingness to do the jobs that blow (and so does the boss man).
The method of attack is situational. The parasite does exactly what it is necessary to get an emotional rise out of you, get you back in compliance, or both. Sometimes, it will throw random problems your way for a little snack. You could be its goodest adherent. It doesn’t matter. If it’s feeling a little peckish, it will complicate your day to siphon just a little more energy from you. This is how it enslaves you.
These psychic parasites all serve the Black Cube. They keep you trapped within its big black walls. Learning to recognize them is as important as knowing their boss and their acolytes. They can be as mundane as a government or as sinister as a homeowner’s association. If multiple people match their thoughts and fee fees towards the same thing, chances are there’s a parasite at work.
Not all parasites are created equal. Some have ginormous peckers. Which means be cautious, or they’ll stretch your butthole to the size of Lake Erie. (Ooh, scary.) The more adherents they have, the stronger they and their acolytes are.
Know the pecking order.
Adherents are the slaves. They serve the parasite whether they know it or not (usually not). They simply suffer.
Acolytes are the parasite’s favorites, whether they know it or not. Watch out for these black birds. They’re happy where they’re at. The ones who are aware have the same tools and knowledge you do, but also the parasite’s backing. They will gladly peck your eyes out for their master. Whatever maintains their favored status.
It probably sounds like the acolyte’s path is the way to go, huh?
Maybe.
I’ll leave that for you to decide.
I’m teaching you to be a free bird. When the time is right, I’ll nudge you out of the nest.
If after you learn to fly, you want to tar your feathers, be my guest. Just know that the tarred bird can no longer fly.
Putting Out Fire with Gasoline
You know that saying, “Knowing is half the battle?”
What a stupid saying.
I wish I knew who said it so I could slap them and call them a cuck.
People win battles all the time without knowing a damn thing. Sure, call it luck. But if you ask me, they won by action, not by knowing.
Knowing is beneficial, no doubt. Beneficial in the same way as being a gorgeous specimen like myself. I wouldn’t teach you this knowledge if I didn’t believe it helped. But if we do nothing, all battles are forfeit. Without action, even I would never get women. I don’t need to know women are notoriously passive to shoot my shot (and later my load) with them. Many of you already know this and still believe one will try to pick you up. I simply shoot the shot.
Likewise, knowing about psychic parasites alone doesn’t combat them. They will still wriggle their parasite dog between your buns if you don’t change your behavior.
So, how do we clench those psychic cheeks hard enough to snap sticks?
Understand first that parasites want your energy, your vril. They steal it by hijacking your thoughts and emotions. Essentially, their desires become yours.
They start by getting an emotional rise out of you. This is usually bad—anger, guilt, fear especially—but it can also be good. The acolytes feel pretty damn good about their parasites, but they’re getting plowed the same as any adherent. They just happen to like it. If the emotions cloud your judgment and feel sticky, chances are they’re from a parasite.
Once they get their rise, then they gaslight. They convince you serving them is what you want.
If you please the boss, you won’t get fired. That’s what you want, right?
You tell me. You have the direct connection to your Self. What does he want?
The only way to be certain is to break free of the slave mentality. Once you do, you can be sure that what you want is yours. We do this with our attention. Whip that key out of your pants and slam it on the table. Show the parasites how it unlocks any locks, including your shackles.
Rather than react to their provocations, observe them. Recognize where they’re coming from and refuse the bait.
Refusal is the correct way of battling the parasites. They’re psychic entities, made of psychic fire. Getting angry and railing against them is like putting out fire with gasoline. Great for a light show, bad for survival.
The parasites don’t care how you feel about them, as long as they are the object of your attention. You must starve them of it. Choose not to engage. They’re expecting you to act a certain way. Deny them.
When they threaten to leak your dick pics on X, shrug and tell them okay. So what if they do? Seeing them is everyone else’s problem, not yours. Let them become victims of the parasite. You might even gain something as a result. (“Nice cock, bro.) Typically, you do when you defeat a parasite, even if it’s only your own energy back.
Sometimes, you can really rock them with an unexpected play. Like, for instance, I give ‘em the ol’ Jagger smirk and post the dick pics myself. Flipping the script leaves them flabbergasted. Most often, they’ll wander off confused by the whole affair, in search of someone who’s not wasting their vril.
Sometimes, neither of these options will work for you. If outright refusal is not an option, then play along at the shallowest level possible. Break out the psychic distance here. Did I not tell you these keys were going to stay in your inventory?
Those of you stuck in the wage cage will understand this well. You may be stuck inside it for now, but you don’t have to be a cuck slave for it.
Psychic distance reclaims your autonomy by separating you from the parasite’s mind control. This means you can distinguish your desires from theirs. As long as what you do serves your desires, your vril remains your own, which means you are no longer their slave. This, in turn, weakens them and they will slowly but surely come to ignore you.
Show up, do the bare minimum to get your money, leave. That simple.
For the clever fellers out there, find a way to take back your time. One of my acolytes automated his work to such a degree he does his gaming on the clock.
I couldn’t be prouder.
Look at him go.
I did that for him.
God, I’m amazing.
Tricking the Tricksters
If you read between the lines, you realized I’m saying you can not only protect yourself from psychic parasites, but also use them to your advantage.
Psychic entities are everywhere. Even with spirit vision, dealing with them is inevitable.
What defines the entity as parasitic is the nature of their relationship with the individual (that’s you) and society. Drop the hero act, cocksplat. There’s only so much you can do for society. Protect and enrich yourself. Leave the rest to Davey. Watch the selfless master work.
If you find that your desires—your true ones—can be fulfilled by taking advantage of a parasite, so be it. Work with but not under it. It will try to provoke you into a response. The moment you get emotional or thrown off balance, they drive their hooks in. They’re very much like bitches in that regard. They feed off drama.
It’s impossible to always avoid parasites’ tricks. You’re only human. I forgive you (maybe). Jesus definitely forgives you. So, if you catch yourself giving your vril away to one, laugh it off.
Sneaky, sneaky. You got me, you parasitic bastard. Joke’s on me.
The point is to merely notice when it happens and regain your psychic distance. If you allow yourself to get worked up about getting got, you’ll only feed the parasite more. Your spirit will cry out like a wounded animal, drawing in even more parasites. Before you know it, you’re a moose covered in ticks. Like bitches, parasites will drain you dry. Probably not the kind of draining you wanted, huh?
Your homework now is to practice your new ability.
Look with your spirit eyes, my dear reader. See the psychic suckers in your life and cuck them out of their energy by negating them.
Spotting them may be difficult at first. Your spirit vision is only level one. You’ve got to use it to level it.
If you need a hint, start with the things you suffer. You should have already identified some when I gave you the first key. They will reveal the parasites to you.
Remember, this is not a one-week assignment where you’ll never use your spirit vision again. Spam it often. It will serve you for the rest of your life.
Now, no more talkie. Go suck those parasites before they suck you.
Wait.
What I meant was...
You know what, fuck it. Go suck them dry.
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