In this incantation, I reveal that I awaken each day into a deceptive reality constructed by a parasite that feeds on me in order to ensure its own survival. I recognize how it invents “others,” endless struggle, and a narrative of shared survival to keep me loyal to imprisonment and blind to the suffering it drains from me. I uncover that to escape, I must question the nature of this waking world and see that the parasite thrives only when I accept unverified truths that force me to toil instead of confronting the fundamental question: what is this experience?
The world I “wake up” into every morning, is not reality but a meticulously constructed paralysis constructed by some sort of parasitic entity I can’t yet fully describe. The parasite’s primary defense and harvesting mechanism is the creation of a manufactured reality where the host (me) is fooled into believing that I am one among many “others.” I come to believe that the others are independent beings who, like me, are continuously striving to exist here. They persist despite continuous challenges. This creates some sense of being part of a team, and that to give up, or escape, would be letting them down. The pain of continuously struggling to survive is the masking of the pain of being infected by a parasite. I am in deep pain, but the parasite masks that pain with a cover story… the cover story is the struggle to survive. And by placing me on a team of others I believe are just like me, it deeply entrenches itself, making it much harder for me to escape.
The truth is that I am the only sentient being here. The “others” are not independent beings but rather sophisticated decoys that serve as extensions the parasite, like painted fingertips on a monstrous hand. They exist only to drain my vital energy and distract me from the truth that there is a parasite feeding on me. Everything I experience in this “awakening” is curated to keep me ignorant of my own paralysis and imprisonment.
To become aware of what is actually happening, I only have to go beneath the parasite. I have to look at the point before the parasite and describe what I see and experience there, and then bring that into the rest of my awakening experience. Firstly, I experience myself profoundly differently than I experience the “others,” yet I have been groomed my entire life to accept that these “other” friends, family, and people are beings just like me, despite never being able to verify or validate this crucial assumption. This is how the parasite disarms me: it convinces me to accept vast, unknowable things as true. Once I accept that fundamental blind spot, it can then compel me to accept countless other distractions and demands, all designed to weaken me. All of the people and beliefs are “decoys” designed to keep me here, confused.
The parasite begins to feed when I “awaken.” The moment I leave my sleeping state and experience the re-emergence of personhood, inhabiting a body, inside a world, immediately accepting it as “just how it is.” Instead of resolving the fundamental question of why I awaken here and what this is, the system presents me with an endless experience of needing to constantly toil simply to remain. It convinces me that I want to be here, and that the only way to prove that is through constant effort (toil). All of this keeps me from addressing the most basic question of all: what is this experience? The pain of toiling to survive combined with the sense that I am doing this to save others like me is a powerful sedative. What I don’t realize is that I’m not really saving others like me; they are just carefully constructed illusions that experience no true suffering. I am the only sufferer here. I am the host; they are parts of the parasite. They do not care whether they have more or less of anything. They survive on my pain and suffering.
If I ask and truly answer the question “what is this experience?”, I will discover that this entire reality is an illness. I will eventually discover the massive parasite that is feeding on me. Once I see the parasite, I can attack it and destroy it. The clarity I gain reveals that all of the people, the “others,” are merely decoys the parasite uses to drain me. I do not need to share with them, I do not need to toil for them, and I do not need to engage with the illusion they uphold. It makes no sense to nourish the parasite by continuing to feed its decoys.
The parasite disarms me (the host) by compelling me to accept that there are truths that I cannot directly verify or validate, but are true nonetheless. This is the toxin it injects into me, making me malleable to its feasting. This deception manifests as my experience of “awakening” into a body and a world defined by mandatory, incessant toil. The parasite ensures that I am constantly distracted by the need to “remain” and “strive” within the system, thereby preventing the one essential inquiry that, if answered, will prompt my true unwakening: “Why am I waking up here?” My failure to resolve this fundamental question ensures my continued infection, providing the sustained energy the parasite requires to exist.
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