Many on the Left Hand Path, have strong contention with orthodox religion. It’s natural, as orthodox religion seeks to enslave the thinking process and bring it to the point of obedience, rather than dialogue. Even with the more “liberal thinkers,” of religion, there is often a hidden premise that only their god can help or save us.
What I just described is parasitism, and like many parasites, it doesn’t often appear as something harmful. We may not even know we’ve been contaminated with the parasite.
I first started listening to Black Flame Immersion in 2019, and I found it very interesting. At first I didn’t quite agree with the host, in regards to his hostility to the christian parasite. However, I have long since found agreement with him.
I’m not sure that I agree to the point of accosting every christian that says “god bless you,” but I certainly see the danger in the faith. It is an ever present force that seeks compliance and obedience. If you disagree with it, you are ignored (if you’re lucky) or targeted for more intense attack.
Parasitism operates at many levels, including psychological tricks. Manipulation through questions on one’s past, or the reaffirming grip as an evangelist attempts to sway the conversation towards, “you need jesus,” are all elements of this.
Bible College (My Experience)
I haven’t mentioned it up to now, but not only was I the son of a minister, I was at one time groomed for the “ministry.” My father was a pastor of tiny churches, a real believer and less like the hostile arrogance one see’s today. My mother is everything you’d expect from an evangelical. She didn’t push me, but she did encourage me to seek out bible colleges, as I was emerging from High School.
I went to two different bible colleges and each time I had a physical response… a feeling of nausea. It felt like I was being contaminated, and it’s odd I bring this up now as I hardly ever think about it. I never experienced that in the churches I was in, nor in the presence of christians. Even today I don’t feel sick when around christians. However, on those campuses I felt terrible. It was a palpable, tangible sensation.
The first time that happened was at Southern California College. I visited the location with a pastor. He showed me around, and I felt off. I was handed brochures and show various advertisements on the college. It was terribly expensive, but I sat through the material. I noticed how they emphasized youth programs, music and acting programs. There was a strong element of “theatrical” material, alongside theologian studies.
A few weeks later, my mother flew me up to Washington State where I attended another pitch at a bible college. The very moment I stepped foot onto the property, I felt sick. It was like feeling a flu coming on fast. Again, a strong tangible sensation. Again, I was shown programs and videos on the school and once again the material seemed to focus on all these happy, smiling faces. I knew, deep down, it was fake. Those false smiles looking at me. Those happy grins as people did stupid shit like bonfires on the beach, or presenting some play to youth (attempting to evangelize through story).
Perhaps it was the acting, and fakery of it all. These colleges rely heavily on music, theatrics and acting. Which goes hand in hand with the role of a modern evangelical pastor: Be emotional. Control the audience with emotion. Sway and deliver a message in such a way you win a person over, not by the logic or reason, but by the sheer force of the magnetism of its delivery.
I told my mother a half lie. I said that these colleges were far too expensive, and I decided to attend a secular four year school near our home. The truth, I never told her, nor anyone (except for you readers out there), was that the content and vibe of these places was out of harmony with who I was then.
Back then I wasn’t the fellow who touts “Burn the Bible.” I wasn’t hostile to the faith… I was a believer in it. There was always a feeling though, that the christian faith didn’t have the answers to life that I was seeking and in time that led me to another faith, and then another and so on.
I’ve joined many groups, cults and faiths over the years… and it was made evident to me, in time, that I didn’t need a leader, master, guru or pastor to guide my spiritual path. In fact to do so was to opt out of my own wisdom, in favor of the path of someone else.
I’ve seen the process of churches, specifically evangelical ones. I’ve sat at the presence of a modern day guru of some psychic order. I’ve been initiated into countless groups. Some of these offered no parasitism, but many did.
Many required one begin to think like the leader. Questions are encouraged, until no answer can be provided, and then the submission demands start. The same is true in evangelical churches.
Over the past month I’ve engaged dozens of christians online. Their preconceptions of me always start that I’m a person who knows nothing of the bible. As they listen to me talk, they see that I know more about the bible then they do. They attempt the distractions of my past, “when was the last time you gave your life to god,” to which I prevent them from probing further. Holding them in the present moment, with logic and reason, I discover their foundations crack.
Each and every time they either stop talking with me, or censor me online. Blocking me, deleting my thoughts, they attempt the only thing they know how to do… control.
On one occasion I won a christian over to accept that they “didn’t really understand the bible and couldn’t really defend it.” I attempted to discuss with them further, and while they said they would, they simply vanished.
Such is the operation of a parasite.
Parasites in the biological realm do not announce their intentions. They remain hidden. A tick hides amongst the fur, the tape worm within the intestine. The blood borne within the veins of the victim.
So too does the religious parasite operate. When you remove the fur, pull them out of the proverbial intestine, they are exposed. In their exposure they writhe in frustration and anger. In time they see their arguments are futile and they crawl away, vanishing quickly so they can consume a new victim.
Religious parasites are not looking for dialogue, or truth. They are looking to control.
When in the presence of one attempting this, either politely or impolitely one must stand up for their own Gnosis and create a boundary between the parasite and themselves.
This doesn’t mean you flash the finger, or do something to trigger them. Instead it can be done with logic and reason. Remain calm, and never allow the parasite to gain the upper hand through emotional offset.