Poetry
Perception is the Cure
Doors of perception
Reptilians/=/parasites
YOU DON’T NEED REPTILIANS WHEN HUMAN GREED ALREADY FUNCTIONS LIKE A PARASITE.
That is the part people keep missing.
Maybe the “reptilian” was never meant to be taken only as a creature.
Maybe it was a symbol.
A word humans reached for when they could feel something cold moving through the world but didn’t yet know how to name it.
The absence of empathy.
The hunger for control.
The ability to look at suffering and see profit.
The kind of intelligence that can calculate, extract, manipulate, package, sell, dominate, and smile while doing it.
You do not need scales to be inhuman.
You do not need claws to feed on others.
You do not need a forked tongue when language itself can be trained to deceive.
Look around.
Entire systems have learned how to harvest attention, fear, desire, outrage, loneliness, labor, beauty, innocence, and even spirituality.
They do not drink blood.
They drink life-force.
They do not invade planets.
They colonize perception.
They do not always look monstrous.
Sometimes they wear suits.
Sometimes they write policy.
Sometimes they own platforms.
Sometimes they sell healing while keeping people wounded.
Sometimes they call it business.
Sometimes they call it religion.
Sometimes they call it progress.
And maybe this is why the reptilian image went viral in the human psyche.
Not because everyone literally saw the same creature.
But because millions of people recognized the same frequency.
Cold intelligence without heart.
Power without conscience.
Appetite without sacred limit.
A parasite does not need to destroy the host immediately.
It just needs to keep the host alive enough to keep feeding.
That is what greed does.
It convinces humanity to normalize extraction.
It teaches people to confuse success with consumption.
It turns the Earth into inventory.
It turns children into data.
It turns bodies into markets.
It turns souls into target audiences.
And then it calls anyone who notices “crazy.”
But maybe crazy is not seeing monsters everywhere.
Maybe crazy is pretending there are no monsters at all when the evidence is built into the architecture of the world.
The real question is not:
“Are reptilians real?”
The better question is:
What part of humanity has become so disconnected from love that we needed a monster-shaped metaphor to explain it?
Because whether the reptilian is literal, symbolic, psychological, ancient, interdimensional, or mythic…
the warning is still the same:
When consciousness loses the heart,
intelligence becomes predatory.
And when greed becomes god,
the human face becomes only a costume.
The cure is not paranoia.
The cure is perception.
The cure is remembering that the soul was never designed to be harvested.
The cure is becoming so awake, so embodied, so heart-rooted, so impossible to manipulate…
that the parasite loses access to the feast.
Because the most dangerous human on Earth
is not the one who believes in monsters.
It is the one who can finally recognize the monster inside the system
without becoming one.
With love, for those remembering themselves...
Thank you for saying Yes to Life.
Put your wings on, we are walking each other Home
- Amelia Singanewsong whispering the soul awake