How to Recognize When a Human Is Just Mold in a Body
Filed Under: Bioenergetic Surveillance / Fungal Entity Detection / Social Parasites
Tone Tag: Forensic Snobbery + Psychic Hygiene
Not all humans are sovereign.
Some are occupied.
By addiction.
By entropy.
By spiritual rot.
Some are not choosing their words.
They are regurgitating mycotoxins with vocabulary.
Some are not bonding.
They are anchoring to your nervous system for warmth they cannot generate.
Some are not hurting.
They are leaking.
They are fungus in a body.
And once you see it, you can never unsee it.
Red Flag 01: They Smell Like Fermentation and Performance
Literally or metaphorically.
Their breath, their words, their style — all yeasty.
They give you emotional eczema.
They show up already flaking. Already soft.
Already full of excuses and incense.
Red Flag 02: They Are Always Hungry for You
Your attention.
Your sweetness.
Your softness.
Your chaos.
They don’t listen. They digest.
They don’t hold space. They cling to your field.
They ask how you’re doing —
so they can feed.
Red Flag 03: They Wilt in Clean Air
You invite them to walk. To breathe. To sit with truth.
They cough. They shrink. They pick a fight.
Mold hates sunlight.
Fungal humans hate accountability.
They are allergic to clarity.
Red Flag 04: They Only Love You When You’re Foggy
When you were tired, unsure, anxious — they adored you.
Now that you’re clear, sharp, and boundary-literate?
They call you cold.
Detached.
Too much.
They didn’t love you.
They loved your dysfunction.
Red Flag 05: Their Chaos Is Always Moist
It never comes with clarity or rupture.
It drips.
It steams.
It expands into corners.
You leave the conversation damp, confused, and apologizing.
They call it intimacy.
You call it a lymphatic crime scene.
Red Flag 06: They’re Always “Going Through Something”
But it never evolves.
Only ferments.
Their healing journey is a sourdough starter kit.
They post about transformation but they smell like denial.
Red Flag 07: Their Presence Lowers the Room’s Frequency
You eat worse.
You sleep worse.
You second-guess yourself.
You start texting people who are bad for you again.
Not because you’re weak —
but because you’ve been exposed to ambient mycotoxin behavior.
Conclusion: It’s Not That They’re Evil. They’re Just Fungal.
They don’t need to be punished.
They need to be quarantined.
Blocked.
Filtered.
Left to rot without a host.
SWANK Protocol for Moldy Humans:
- Wash your aura with laughter and hot vinegar
- Salt your entryways and your soul
- Don’t argue. Dry them out with silence
- If they resist — they were never the person, only the fungus
You’re not heartless.
You’re spore-aware.
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