Parasites that Can Control Your Mind

Based on my research, the yin and yang inside your body is between this parasite (possibly a yeast fungus?) which requires sugar, and your biological cells which are evolved from the ocean and require salt. They are most certainly intelligent and involved in a power play for which foods you're going to put in your body. Not that one is evil and the other good, they are just on opposite sides of a competing struggle for resources.

Sweet and salty, the yin and yang of the human being! Why didn't we think of this earlier?

Thanks for this post, it just reaffirms the direction I'm taking also. I'm getting ready to go vegetarian again also and I'll have to look at your site!

"With great power comes great responsibility." - Stan Lee (via Peter Parker)

Good job!

Seems to me that this is just an example of the way symbiotic and parasitic relationships function. Everything we eat is lobbying for a partner. Some go for the consciousness with delightful flavor, some go for the subconscious, with addictive molecules.

I've always looked at sugar as maintaining specialized colonies in our guts. It always seemed to me that in order to lose weight people would have to shrink(kill off) those colonies. If survival is really a basic drive, it should be no surprise that these colonies would resist.

cheers,
jim

Thanks for the vision Otin,
I found it to be a remarkable visioning...I knew and felt the concepts you explain but you have seen it in shape and form. This is so helpful. It's true that cancer feeds on simple sure as well{perhaps cancer is related to the energetic entity you are describing}
Its on the micro all the way to the macro level. These small parasites are creating larger parasites{US!} and probably so on even larger ones if we don't wake up.
A cycle of hunger is happening....since beings are sucked for energy they in turn must suck energy to compensate from somewhere.
When we crave suger and processed foods often it is becuase we are looking for a source of "instant gratification" to fill a moment that feels inherently empty. Its like a lack of creativity and a neediness. We stop looking to the energy within and grab grab grab outside....we forget that we ARE the outside. Instead separateness. This leaves us full of desires, hungry and it is just that very desire that causes so much ill. I suppose desire is feeling of lack. This IS a spiritual parasite at its core...its an emptiness....I am not sure that science will ever find your humanoid insectoid actually inside of us, but our hungry insectiod-like behaviors are very real. It doesn't matter if they prove it. The proof is in what we see, and I see it in an obvious way. It'd be extremely interesting if they DID find such a parasite...woah! Yet it wouldn't surprise me.

Yet I still eat food....the Breathatarians know you don't HAVE to eat and I believe it! So why do I still eat? It's as if my desire is creating an illusion to perpetuate itself.

I had a similar{yet much smaller less incredible} experience on mushrooms a few days ago watching a mosquito bite my leg. This parasite is all pure desire, pure hunger, such a carrier of desiese too. I was thinking to myself "what if strong unfed desires in dying humans are reborn as flocks of mosquitos?"

I think the way to end what you describe is similar to the aims of buddhism. That we can lift oursleves out of the cycle of desire.

In another way I think you've clarified further than that. Perhaps the sugar is the specific food of such desire and perhaps even a very specific organic parasite. I know from attending raw food potlucks that what goes in the body directly effects the energy of my being.

My advice to you is to spread the word as much as possible. Not about the "bug" but about the destructive energy of it {you may reach more people who wouldn't be open to trusting in visions}
Also don't become paranoid or see it as separate from you. Accept it as a part of yourself you are working on. It's like a collective shadow of human civilization. If you face it and integrate it, that which is intelligent but hungry, you're growing and you teach it the beauty of symbiosis.

i totally agree with this idea, i have had numerous entheogenic experiences where this revelation was presented to me in various ways. parasites completely effect the thoughts, emotions, and the brain . . . to me, the battle is constant, i have really felt like i've been battling them for 10+ years and the only this that will wipe most of them out is a prolonged fast, which i keep putting off. i wrote a blog about this somewhere else a while back, and it's good to see it reinforced in other places. i did find another person on myspace who had a similar interesting blog... perhaps i'll go back and look for it . . . and share it here...

battles are waged, won, and lost at the microscopic level . . .

if there are any aliens, you better bet there are some so small - that they are about as big as parasites . . . it kinda seems much more evolutionary and advanced, to be able to live in a host undetected (except for those rare visionary experiences...)

I wonder what the plant teacher would have to say about coffee? I've tried to quit, and succeeded for a few months, but need to give it a much more determined effort. Various external factors beyond my current control make it particularly difficult.

Your description of the parasite reminds me strongly of Arthur C. Clarke's short story "Omega Man," involving a post-human mind parasite living vicariously through a man whom it mentally inhabits. The hoasca vision also calls to mind human societal power structures such as the Bilderberg group and their circle of influence, which might be characterized as political externalizations of the will of the being you describe, deploying its tendencies through corporatism, which has a lot to do with propagation of the deleterious food products you mention.

I'll bear in mind the practices you recommend, some of which I have engaged in, albeit desultorily. I would like to experience a plant teaching of my own, but so far that grace, gratuitous or otherwise, has not been granted me.

Parasite, symbiote ... as hard to tell apart as it is to draw a boundary between self and nonself ... intuition is the only guide we have I reckon, as notoriously tricky as that is! I take comfort in knowing it's all "me" - even the parasites. Heck, our mitochondria were once invaders, our whole body is nothing but a colony of competing, cooperating cells ...

Thanks, Otin, for posting this and to all the people who replied from which I have learnt so much. If anyone has any more to add please do. On day two of a no sugar regime and this is inspirational because I am already struggling but have not yet caved. Although needless to say with a birthday tomorrow and all the sugary treats and drinks that go with that ....well....I shall just have to be fierce strong!

Danielle

Id like to share my story.. its pretty long. I have been putting off writing it down but after reading this article I actually sat down for the hours it required and finished it.

here goes;

What I am attempting to do here is writing an account of what I have gone through the last year. I was robbed of the drive for life, and now once again I have been given it back by the grace of god, but with a heavy luggage of issues and concerns and an uncertainty regarding WHERE THE FUCK TO START?.

Carrying this around without an ability to make any proper sense out of it has been a real heavy burden.
Slowly, pieces are falling together and instead of suppressing all I went through, I now realize my duty to spread the word. There seems to be immense mental resistance to finishing this. Procrastination after procrastination bubbles up. But after reading an article on human parasites I now decided to finish this up once and for all.

By the end of 2006, I relocated from Sweden to Australia, and that is where my spiritual search began. I was exposed to the teachings of Eckhart Tolle with his “The Power of Now”, through a series of synchronistic events, and from there on I started reading a lot of spiritual literature.
As a year had passed in Australia and it was time to go back to Sweden, I decided to commit myself to changing my life for the better once I got home.

I started kundalini yoga, I started becoming aware of what I put into my body, I started reflecting on how every little action has millions of reactions, and of how we as individuals control the world on a large scale through what signals of demand we send out to our surroundings. E.g. every time I buy a piece of steak I am telling the universe to continue to supply my appetite at the cost of sentient life with an awareness of its own, and every time we take the car instead of biking we contribute to a thought form that if replaced could spare mother earth millions of stings.

What slowly dawned upon me – parallel to an increased intensity of yoga practice, approximately inbetween the summer of 2008 and the summer of 2009, as I was changing my core beliefs to “I am responsible for the events in my life” as opposing to “I am a victim of the circumstances of my life” was how my sex drive would die off totally, my interest in women would turn into a cuddle/feel safe/soothe me interest solely. This scared me at some level, but I thought that with intense physical exercise it would eventually come to pass. Hard workouts had sent my sex drive shooting through the roof in the past.

I felt like there was a major block in my lower abdomen. In certain yogic asanas, I could feel this on a physical level too as a bloating bubbling sound.
I would like to add here that I was diagnosed with M.B. Crohns at age 21 if I remember correctly – this is an auto immune gastro intestinal disorder where your immune system goes hostile towards your own intestinal inner mucus lining. Something that further supports a Fungal/Yeast infection (Spiritual parasite) theory. Other interesting things to add are that in every attempted mushroom experience I have experienced horrible stomach aches and upset GI tract, same goes for other psychedelic substances. Also, in the summer of 2008, after a 3 hour sweat lodge experience followed by a deep meditation, my stomach went totally nuts, where my appetite would be intense, total cravings, but my body would INSTANTLY release any matter that reached the intestine, the back door. Think peeing from your bum for 4 days straight.

Needless to say, time passed and my sex drive did not return. I noticed how my interest in going out to meet people and party also diminished, and how my appetite would increase dramatically. By the end of 2008 I felt as if I had become pretty slack. Going to the occasional yoga class and enjoying over sized meals followed by a ton of desserts. I was fascinated by my never ending appetite (reading this you might get a picture of my body being that of a fatass, but funnily enough it is well built and athletic, still remains pretty much so even after the horrible abuse that I am about to tell you of.)
This is where I resolved to put in a higher gear in my practice of yoga and diet regimen. I decided to lay off coffee, high sugary stuff etc. As well as start a martial arts practice. So from the beginning of 2009, I started kung fu practice twice a week, as well as implementing a strict diet control, trying to eat as much vegetables and fruit as possible, quit eating red meat, still stuck with chicken and fish though, also replaced sweets with fruit and nuts for the most part. . Also focused on my kundalini practice which grew stronger, reaching a point where I would get up 6am each morning and take a cold shower followed by a yoga session. In retrospect I see I did not put enough focus into meditating properly, I would allow for distractions to take over and interrupt the practice. Such as, IM HUNGRY, I TRIED BUT DIDN’T REACH STILLNESS, ENOUGH FOR NOW, NEW DAY TOMORROW. Sidetracked, so many times.

The fall from grace
Apart from loss of sex drive, there was also other “symptoms” I noticed. Such as shallow sleep, where I would feel as if I just went to bed as soon as it was time to wake up. Laziness, as in constantly feeling like work, training etc was a chore, and I couldn’t wait to get home to my bed or to a nice meal. I would extend my breakfasts over long periods, gulping 3 big cups of tea.
Over the time of this period I had one glimpse of serenity, after a kung fu work out where I REALLY exceeded what I believed was my own capacity, and broke through the barrier of fatigue to a state where the feeling of “hardship” was totally gone, and my body was ran directly by divine energy beyond mind. After that workout I had almost a 1 week period of intense joy and energy, rejuvenating sleep, and symptoms I wrestle with daily just disappeared for a while, such as tongue plaque, cracked skin around the nails (I work as a bartender), and similar smaller ailments.
At that workout I also got a crack in a rib which led me to take a 3 week break, during which the desire for eating pulled me further into it’s grips.
Basically it felt as if there was a war going on between the basal desire of eating/drinking/sleeping and the conscious effort to progress in life.

Working in a restaurant, being surrounded by savoury foods and delicious sweets, I would often give in to temptation that often turned into craving and obsession, then feel guilty, and alleviating it by yoga and workouts. Then there started to be traumatic emotional buildup even from eating the pettiest food, and my days evolved around what I was putting in my body, because basically it felt as if I was feeding not my body, but something living within it.

Things turned to worse after I went on a 2 week vacation to Italy, the land of eating, in June or July 2009. I really felt as if this was not the time to go to vacation, having the intense inner struggle going on, but as I had already bought the tickets and arranged everything, also with my best friend to come along and experience Italy for the first time in his life, I decided to go. The first weekend there started out with a 3 day long barbecue fest, where I made the decision to just let go of restraint and allow myself to indulge for a few days. I then travelled further to the south to meet up with my family and their house there. My family was alarmed as I arrived, having lost about 25 pounds over the last year (albeit eating like a horse at times). I was thinner than ever before in my adult life. I went up 6 am most mornings for a close to 10 km jog followed by hours of stretching that didn’t seem to improve my muscular condition, as well as failed meditations where my mind would be too turbulent for my consciousness to slip beyond it. All just to keep the “balance” between eating and effort equal. As I had a meal, it felt as if my entire abdominal area tensed up, as if somebody was slowly clenching a fist around it. While defecating, it felt as if there was an area of my abdominal muscles that just wouldn’t activate, as if something was deliberately holding on to waste matter in my intestine.

Hence my efforts, I was feeling like my soul was being drenched in the outcroppings of faulty action. I was becoming REALLY fed up with strenous exercise, I felt like being chased by my own shadow, but regardless of the pace I kept up, it kept coming closer.

Vacation in Italy was followed by a one week trip to England to meet a very dear friend of mine with whom the connection to had dulled out, in my experience due to my loss of sex drive which I had justified with the fact that we lived to far from each other for there to be any point in keeping an intimate relation. That was my way to make sense of what was going on with my body and mind, and justify the loss of connection with this beautiful soul due to reasons I felt were out of my control. It disturbs me to this point.

The onset of schizophrenia
At the airport in Italy, heading for London. The thought of seeing my heart-friend awakened a fear blended craving for bread and cheese. I had a pizza, I felt as if I had painted myself properly into a narrow corner. On some level I felt a huge tsunami thundering behind me, coming closer and closer.

We had a 3 day festival lined up, I felt like a fallen soldier, mostly staying inactive in my tent. I tried some drugs, they had little to no effect, as if the channels they normally open were so clogged or narrow that energy could not pass through regardless of the chemicals. I just felt even further spiritually choked. The drugs did not even have an effect on my ravenous appetite. All motivations ceased and a motivation to eat and explore taste took over everything else. I felt like a puppet being directed in the name of my tongue. I felt as if the restless spirit of a gluttonous demon had taken my mind and body into possession. I felt like covering my head from the falling rocks. The mantra I had adopted so vigorously, keeping in mind throughout my daily activities, “I Am Truly Loved”, now felt like a silent whisper in the horizon.

I took this burden back home to Sweden and went back to work. My condition was deteriorating. The disciplined part of me lost foothold quickly and I reached a state where I would start reacting on every taste impulse. I would stuff all the things I knew where bad for my body. I would constantly commit actions that I knew where horrible from a karmic standpoint (standpoint of what sort of consequences an action will provide in the long term). I would stuff 7 butter croissants in a matter of 10 minutes, then go out and spend all my tip money on ice cream like a 6 year old who just got a 10 dollar bill from his mom. I would watch this happen on a daily basis and feel so ashamed that I started to refer to myself as Noah (my name) rather than I, speaking of myself in third person to take distance from the deeds I was committing.

I would stand with a Danish pastry in my hand, likening it mentally to a gun pointed towards my body, then down the bloody pastry like a dog, and then down another 5 straight in a row, fuelling a growing sense of self rejection, self pity, and disgust. Gollum anyone? I happen to be quite talented at doing the Gollum impersonation as well.
I moved back home to my parents place, saying I was too afraid to be on my own, the steering wheel was not in my hands anymore. I would crawl up in bed, not wanting to go up. Not answering phone calls, I quit work, without one day of absence since I started I all of a sudden just called in sick and stopped going. I decided to commit suicide, part of my mind said, great, then lets celebrate a last time, I downed about 5 ice creams and ran around like a maniac in town, I couldn’t look people in the eye as I was buying the sweets. I felt like a heroin addict probably feels when he buys his fix, the soul acutely aware of the spiritual bondage it places itself in, constant voices screaming aloud within, every alarm going off, emotions firing off in every region of the center of the body, muscles twitching, head aching from the inner tension of acting against common sense. Reached the train tracks, looked at them, no fucking way, I’d rather be parasite food than even considering suicide an option, decided to ride out the storm regardless of how long it may take. What if I never get out of it? What if I end my days a slave to a primitive parasite? On the streets, like all the other bums and addicts, if I can’t manage this, how can I ever have faith in humanity?

Called my mom, said I was roaming the streets, heard her panic on the phone, I cried within but felt no point in expressing it as this was now a daily behavior pattern I acted out. I climbed a 40 feet rock wall in the city with asphalt underneath, as a desperate cry for help, was told to get the fuck out of the property, lol. I totally understood what was going on in a homeless persons mind, it raised my compassion for all the outcasts of the world, I could see myself turning into one myself. It is their own choice, I used to say, like so many others, but now I tell you, hell no, it is not a choice. It might be an inevitable consequence of previous actions though, such as feeding your body too much sugar.

I had freaked my parents out so many times during this time, drifting in and out of compulsive behaviours, milked all their energy. My dad broke down in tears on the phone from italy as he heard me saying I had given up all hope and that I was doomed. I cursed myself a hundredfold times over and over. My parents would invite me for lunch almost every day and I felt like I guess the guy who eats himself to death in the movie Seven felt as he was eating. Yet I kept doing all of this, I tell you truly, it was not out of free will.

I started going to a psychiatrist, mostly to infuse my parents with hope, I started an anti depressant treatment that I did not give a fuck about, as I do not believe in chemical medications anymore. All true healing comes from within is a firm belief of mine, pharmaceuticals can only redirect energy, moving a dysfunction from one place to another, perhaps delay onset of trauma and act as a pair of crutches. Psychiatry felt like a waste of time, it was as if I was locked into a mental room and not allowed to exit it – if you have seen or read Stephen Kings Dreamcatcher, you know what I’m talking about. I kept repeating that if I am incapable of helping myself, how are you ever going to be able to do anything for me?
All my ideals of love, compassion, peace and prosperity went down the drain. I cried for hours on end as I felt I had let God, myself, the world, my family, my friends, every possible being in the world down. The despair was immense, totally enveloping. I realized Hell.

I started having horrible nightmares of cold bloodedly slaughtering my family members accompanied by feelings of my soul slipping farther and farther away from me. I started fearing my own dog because I knew it sensed the strong negative energy field accompanying me. I thought that he might attack me anytime soon.. He would look out into empty areas around the room and start growling, as if he could sense the presence of something. I started speaking of exorcisms and what not. Everytime I looked at the kitchen knives I would have thoughts of slicing my parents and brothers guts up. I was terrified going to bed each night because I truly felt that over night my mind might be totally taken control of and those thoughts of horror turn into reality, with the conscious entity known as “me” only being able to watch the ongoing horror.

Keeping in words phrases such as “with our thoughts we form our reality” I just wanted to crawl out of my own skin. I baked cinnamon buns and got an intuitive feeling that the yeast was playing a major role in this whole drama. I would crave hot drinks and white bread alongside sugar all the time. I remembered how in school we had learnt how body temperature makes yeast thrive. I felt tremendous aggressions, as if my hands were tied behind my back, but on a spiritual level. I slammed my fist through my parents wall at one point and enquired within, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.. I watched my brother following my behaviors of overindulgence, as if it was contagious. I stocked up the freezer full of muffins. Stuffed them down my throat like a pig to get rid of them, then went to vomit them out, but my gag reflex was almost impossible to trigger, even with my whole hand stuffed down my throat to a point where I could tickle my esophagus. One time I so brutally tried to puke that I ended up popping a vein in my eye, making the eye white on my right eye totally blood stained. I would look into my blood stained eye in the mirror and witness mantras such as “This one belongs to Lucifer” fly by.

Due to fear of killing my family I said I wanted to be locked up in a sealed psychiatry clinic. My wish almost came true as I went to a doctor for eating disorders who was so alarmed by my description of my condition that she sent me off to the psyche to investigate whether I was schizophrenic. As I saw the fear in her eyes when I was describing my experience, part of me wanted to expand my eyes, grin wickedly and bark loudly to her face. That probably would’ve guaranteed me a secure spot in the ward. Anyway, I was escorted by my mother to the psychiatric acute clinic, where after filling out some forms we were escorted into a room with barred windows, white walls, one painting in the middle of the room. A locked toilet, only accessible by having a staff member unlock it with their keys. At that point a bolt of fear jolted through me and I asked myself almost comically, “What the fuck am I doing here? Do I want to spend my days in a bed in a room like this? I am truly losing my mind in the proper sense”. The doctor stormed in and I put on the serious face. Down toning all my stories and making it sound as if I was merely going through a depressing period. I had almost caught myself in a situation where all the self pity and hopelessness I had spewed upon my mother had her stress my ill mental state even when I was trying to trifle my condition. At that point I realized how mental illness really is ones own mind playing games on ones consciousness unto the point where one convinces the outer world of ones insanity, and from that point on has created a mental jail for oneself that is reinforced by society. I consider myself lucky to have escaped before that happened. Oh GOD, thank you.

From not having had even the slightest cold for almost 2 years, I started becoming prone to infections once again. Catching colds and feeling week. Writing this makes me realize that my descriptions can’t really touch the experience I went through. I felt so poorly about myself that I really thought I will never have a relationship in my life again. Then I started noticing how albeit my self rejection, people still looked up to me and liked me, this made me feel even more awkward, as if having betrayed them behind their backs. Women showed signs of attraction although I felt like burying my sorry self. There are many things I have left out as well. However, after having abandoned my ethics, my spiritual practice, my life zest, my work, my friends, most of my hope, I felt my force of will returning vaguely, and decided to make a final effort to change things.I packed a limited amount of clothes and things, gathered whatever savings I hadn’t yet blown away on restaurants and cafes, and used my issued working permit for Canada to make an as clean as possible start in Vancouver.

My inertia was tremendous to begin with, I just kept asking myself “what the fuck is the point of everything if all of a sudden an alien force within can take charge of your will power and use it for it’s own agendas?” but I slowly came back to functionality.

There is an ongoing battle. War on earth is a mere reflection of a war within each one of us.
We have reached a point in evolution where we either align our actions with our higher conscious self, or are dragged down into extinction by our lower self with it’s endless lists of demands for comfort and happiness.

Pull your straw to the stack, it does not matter if you are working in a grocery store or are a trashman picking up cigarette butts from the street. Every single action you commit sends a signal to the universe telling it WHAT to provide. You can always make a difference.
Apply this model to your actions:
“If a million people would commit the same action as me right now, day in and day out, what consequences would that breed in a 10 year period?” And rest assured, as you think, and act, so will millions of others also think and act. You ARE the difference. So am I, and everyone else, therefore it is CRUCIAL that we ALL play our part. Apply this model to decisions such as:

Biking instead of taking the car
Bringing your back pack while shopping groceries instead of picking up bags in the shop
Taking a brief cold shower in the morning instead of a half an hour hot one
Share these ideas with at least one new person each day!
Stay silent instead of speaking badly of the one who upset you
Eat vegetarian today, and avoid fat and sugary foods.
Forgive yourself for not living up to your own expectations and resolve to do your best once again

MOST importantly, we need to WAKE UP all the sleepers on the planet. Sleepers believe they are separate from the whole, and live in a state of denial of the fact that they also have a large scale impact on the planet. Imagine it as a board of Othello, where, to avoid any racial references, the markers are red and green. Green representing life and sustainance, and red representing warning and death, where the amount of red markers have reached a quantity where all of a sudden the green ones realize that they are almost entirely surrounded by red markers closing in for the final kill. It is as if it took all those red markers surrounding the green one for the green one to wake up to the fact that it is indeed a green one, a bringer of life, and now is the time to start shining that green light of awareness unto anyone crossing thy path. You have awakened, that can be the beginning to something beautiful, but also a painful recognition of what could have been, but never came to be.

As a green marker, or awakened one, it is our responsibility given to us by our creator to return LIFE order to the world. Tell your neighbors this, that the time has come to WAKE UP, and start taking responsibility for our actions and our lives. What we carry is a great gift, but also a great burden, for it demands us to dedicate ourselves to a selfless life of service, for the sake of the survival and evolution of our species. There are many like you and me, who have been tormented by the tremendous sense of burden and responsibility felt as a result of the awareness that mankind is indeed on the brink of self destruction. I was stuck in inertia, from which I am now breaking out of

Also remember that DEMAND regulates availability and also PRICE which means, the more people buy organic foods, the cheaper and more widely available they become. Make sustainable choices and watch the world slowly gravitate into brighter areas. It is through INDIVIDUAL CHOICE that we re-shape the world and create HEAVEN on earth.
LISTEN and ACT.
Start small, start with you, spread the word, do not let the negativity of others override your faith and truth. Do what you can, where you’re at, and keep hoping, believing, praying, and meditating.

What if your liver would all of a sudden say I’m not taking care of those toxins anymore, the other organs don’t do it, so why should I? And the heart replies, Why on earth should I pump blood to these ungrateful bastards, here I work my ass off and those slackers keep taking breaks from their duties every 5 minutes. And your brain goes, “I can’t stand this ugly fat sack of a body, it’s so overfed that there isn’t any point in trying to get it back in shape anyway, I am too lazy to even attempt. And the organs aren’t doing their jobs, so I might just enjoy some doughnuts and kill you off slowly you dirty piece of meat, oh and lets stuff down some burgers with mayo too while we’re at it, cause if I’m going down, rest assured sons of bitches, I sure as hell am gonna take a few cows down with me.

The little humanoid insect thing you mentioned doesn't effect me ^_^... I guess I have too high of a will power.