Backpack Parasite Rant

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I’m coming at this from a shamanistic point of view.

Have learned a lot lately, and parasites are a pain in the tush. Or in my case the middle of my back.

I’ve cleared a lot of parasites over the past few months, taking note of things so that someday I can hopefully help others maybe. But there’s one, and it’s been here for a very long time, that I can’t seem to reach and clear. And the *** took my sky away.

I’m very angry about this, and the damage that has been done and how my journey has been interrupted. (This is the spirit terminology.) Ancestors come, they can’t even look at me directly anymore, and meanwhile I keep trying and failing to get this sob off my back.

Just let him go? Tried it.

Get your spirits to take care of it? Tried it.

Love and light? Are you effing KIDDING ME? I approach all spirits with love and care. My gifts aren’t healing. They’re of a different makeup.This bloody thing isn’t interested in making me happy, sad, or anything. It only wants to hold me down.

Parasite frequencies? Done a bunch. Got rid of a bunch. This jerk is strong and fat. He’s a fat round grey backpack.

Banishing? I was sent some banishing incense as a gift. I couldn’t light the coals and figure it out, so I made an incense fireball of some of it and hoped for the best. I never could do coals. Dad could. Dad is not here.

I hate him. GRAHH! I want my sky back. It’s been over a year of not being able to see the stars.

I am now gonna throw plates, stomp my feet, and rage. Roar. I am mad.

I am also looking at the tutorials collected here over the matter, but I wanted to be angry first.

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Good luck! I had a deeply embedded parasite I’d had since I was a kid that would hide and pretend it was gone, only for me to find in in another corner of my psyche a week later.

I was clued into it’s presence via my subconscious giving me a dream, in which I was it come in through the bedroom window and then run off laughing into the “house”. The house represented me, the time-frame was childhood as it was the house I grew up in my my current home, the window was my sister’s room, facing the street, so it was either connected her somehow or to “the outside world”. Maybe I saw something nasty of TV that upset my emotions and attracted it.

I did eventually get rid of it by going back to that childhood house in the astral, cornering it, grabbing it so it couldn’t escape, and setting the entire house on fire around us. I chose to be immune and I made sure I help on until only ashes were left. That finally did it, but the 6 moths of attacking it and weakening it bit by bit I’m sure helped. I posted my current version of “killing it with fire” in the Parasites thread.

Never give up, even the tricksy ones can be dealt with. They get thier fair warning and should leave while they have the chance. :slight_smile:

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That’s what I was about to suggest too. The OP’s parasite is definitely not a recent one. It’s created and fed through trauma. Possibly childhood one.
OP, fom a shamanic point: Soul retrieval I believe is your answer.

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Snort. Well, that’s one way to kill it with fire.

This one is also tricksy. I only know it’s a big grey backpack because the spirits, who have finally taken my “I’m gonna walk away” promise seriously, showed me this thing. Mind you, I also have been tricked and lied to so much I don’t completely believe them either.

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Soul retrieval? Aaaah, that thing the “professional shamans” don’t answer emails about. Right? I’ve heard songs and stories about this lost art. I thought it had died out with the Ottomans.

The spirits had me do some of that myself. Tough stuff to deal with. Most of the things retrieved were from an extremely long time ago. I now can no longer see and reach out to do more.

But seriously, this thing has been a problem since about April last year. Yes, it did latch onto old trauma. It wasn’t the only one, though. They all did. I was covered in astral ticks and head lice. Of course, when it happened I had absolutely no idea such things existed. Fun to find out the hard way!

Then there were the goblins. All of this on top of the crisis, mind you. The worst part, though, was the power-stealing serial killer covens and how people misunderstand the diff between crisis and hijacking. To be honest, if my father hadn’t taught me that there could be a difference I’d still be getting eaten alive right now, because I’d be thinking it was part of the process. This fat *** is the only one left of the bunch. It’s just I can’t effing reach him. Or when I do, he scuttles and hides.

I thought I’d gotten him a couple of weeks ago. He said “You’ll be sorry” and I was like “you’re dead”. But I must not have done a good enough job. The direct approach described here isn’t working. All the other approaches aren’t working. The only thing I know is this fat rat does NOT want me flying and doing anything. I can be as happy as I want, so long as my destiny isn’t involved.

Bit of history on destinies. My ex, who used to be left hand to a local satanic priest, had done quite a few things against me for all I was kind and even lowered his child support to below legal limits to help him. I find it fortuitous that while doing the usual sound cleanse I came across a video talking about destiny swapping, and I recognized all the steps described. Here I thought his wife thing was just being a special kind of creepy.

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”

But I don’t think this is from him. I just noticed the parallel when I learned of this thing. When it comes to the left hand path, I don’t know a lot of technical stuff. i was raised wild, and I’m used to being wild. Lately, though, stuff has been presenting itself with “learn me” tattooed on it’s face. It’s just I have to go slow. If I’m slapped with a 25 page thesis, I’m gonna lost the thread.

Well, before I dive into more tutorials I’m gonna go clean a floor and mutter angrily under my breath a while.

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Try this :

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Guess I’ll wrap this up with praise for Belial. Seeing a big gray backpack have its butt kicked was amusing. He didn’t even waste time. Thought for a moment I was back online! Ah well. Not the case, but eh. It’s good to have friends in infernal places.

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