(A Brief Guide to Recognising the Noisy but Hollow Species)
David Attenborough voiceover, with Saint-Saëns’ Aquarium from Carnival of the Animals in the background
And here we see the Occult Bully in its natural habitat. Watch closely as it inflates its chest with noisy declarations, striving to draw attention, yet betraying its anxious struggle for relevance.
It responds to well-constructed arguments with secondary-school-level petty insults, open threats and theatrical performances. It is not the brightest creature in the occult forest and has not evolved the intellectual tools to counter with evidence or reason.
Like an alpha-wannabe wolf-cub, it howls at shadows and insists that others in its pack bark along with it. Its nesting habits are curious. While it makes the sound of an apex predator, many specimens are still found in their original family dens and depend on their mother to provide them with food while being comforted by the surrounding childhood wallpaper. The bully’s alpha growl is a fascinating adaptation: the louder the howl in public, the more dependent the creature is in private.
Its pup-like tantrum is screaming:
“Don’t listen to anyone else, only me! Pay for our path and shut the hell up! We are wonderful, you are secretly jealous of my prodigious powers! Ignore dissent, it’s all nonsense and gossip!
And by the way, stop bothering me or punishment will follow.”
This can be observed at the weekend when it dons the coat of hunters, black T-shirts and borrowed threats of violence. This is a clever camouflage which hopes to hide it from real predators who might call it names and cause it to burst into tears.
The bully lives in an alternative reality, building echo chambers where cult-like thinking is enforced. Those outside the flock are labelled as threats, and those inside who speak up are quickly silenced, either through mockery or intimidation, and in some cases, theatrically exiled.
The Occult Bully is generally one of nature’s misogynists, which makes it difficult for them to find a long-term mate. Females who dare to disagree are branded as desperate or irrelevant, because when intellect fails, the bully always runs back to the crutch of sexism so that they do not have to risk establishing a nest away from their mother. As a species they might have died out completely if it were not for females finding their small-minded and the pocket-sized machismo attractive.
Biologists have found the occult bully displays what humans would call narcissistic traits combined with fragile self-esteem. It can’t tolerate cognitive dissonance, the uncomfortable clash between an inflated self-image and the reality of being challenged, especially by a woman. To preserve the illusion of control, the bully does not engage in reasoned arguments but attacks the challenger. Classic ego-preservation through devaluation.
The louder the ranting, the clearer the insecurity. The bully cannot survive real scrutiny, so it projects, accuses, and distracts. Its biggest fear is exposure, and that one day someone will stop and ask, “Why would a true teacher waste so much energy silencing others if they are so confident about their work, and let this work speak for itself?”
The Occult Bully parades as a self-anointed wizard-pope, and a Master of the Universe draped in borrowed ancestral glamour: credentials that evaporate with the first breath of questioning.
Its hunger for external validation tightens into a frantic grip on attention and makes it vulnerable to predators. So, it exudes a toxic gas of self-righteousness from its sore butt, which clouds the air with cries of “media bias or persecution.”
And, dulcis in fundo, the cliché scene: the bully’s minions, drawn to performance and the gas rather than true knowledge, (or even the most basic maturity), rally together to clap their leader like wind-up toys wound too tight when the script degenerates into threats, revealing their true evolutionary stage.
The pack mentality is interesting. their adoration mirrors the same fragile ego issues they share with their leader. The same desperate need for belonging and validation, inability to face dissent without deflating into pathetic little jeers, the paper-thin selfhood disguised as esoteric wisdom. Even those who parade fragments of knowledge betray their true nature when integrity is tested, displaying the predictable reflex of the spiritually hollow. choosing flattery of the bully over the courage of truth, each eager to be the bootlicker of the hour.
If these creatures really were as strong as they claim, they would not need to shout, threaten, or belittle. They would not gather in packs or attack dissent. Yet the occult bully always feels the need to posture about “BEATING SOMEONE UP” like some playground thug in a black t-shirt.
The bully species in occultism or anywhere else behaves the same way.
Next time you see one of these specimens strutting around occult circles, stop and observe: the louder the bark, the hollower the skull. Noise and theatre are all they have, because substance requires a depth and inner truth they’ll never reach, and the Universe knows it.
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