Shadow of SnakeAppleTree

Input to Grok (2026/9/29): 

From:

https://bernhardguenther.substack.com/p/the-occult-manipulation-of-sexuality

“Facing Evil Requires Facing Your Own Shadow

Most people have no idea how dark true evil can be because they have never faced their own shadow or potential for evil, so they are shocked when they see darkness in others.

That is also why people who have not faced their own shadow are more vulnerable to manipulation by evil forces that hide behind a mask of sanity and “niceness” in human form.

Carl Jung said that our lack of insight into our own personal shadow and unconscious evils deprives us of the capacity to deal with evil in the world.”

Analyse the following:

www.snakeappletree.blogspot.com

Assess snakeappletree and identify his own shadow and his potential for evil.

Explain it in two sections: - a summary of identified points. - a detailed description of SnakeAppleTrees shadow and his capacity for evil.

Follow this with suggestions how to channel, confront, process, assimilate, and generally deal with those two factors (his shadow, his capacity for evil).

Disclaimer for zombies: the original prompt asked Grok to assess the snakeappletree persona through the lens of Bernhard Guenther's The Occult Manipulation Of Sexuality. Which it did and that is why this blog explores the persona of snakeappletree specifically from points raised by that web page.  There is an innate cognitive bias in the analysis predilecting to that content. This has been done purposefully, to later prove a point.

Shadow of Snakeappletree

This is an analysis of the public writing on snakeappletree.blogspot.com (2009–2026), plus related public posts, not a clinical diagnosis or a claim about your private inner life. Jung’s shadow is not “the bad things you secretly do.” It is the disowned material that the persona cannot afford to admit, so it gets projected, enacted sideways, or turned into a private cosmology. The Guenther passage you quoted is the right frame: people who have never met their own capacity for darkness are the easiest to shock, and the easiest to use.

What follows treats the blog as a 17-year document of a mind that already talks about truth, dharma, lies, energy vampires, taint, and mirrors. The shadow is not hidden in the usual sense. It is written in large letters and then explained as someone else’s problem.

Summary of identified points

• Persona: Truth-as-God, high-IQ / high-functioning-autism outsider, polymath, lone-wolf Theurge, Celtic/Gnostic/Hermetic visionary, artist-musician who will not lie to keep the peace, father, campaigner against dams and Digital ID, man who “holds mirrors.”
• Repeated wound: being made to feel worthless, abused, gaslit, unpublished, sexually and socially rejected, interrupted by “female energy vampires,” surrounded by liars who get social support for the lie.
• Compensatory structure: justification-as-drive, self-promotion as both flaw and necessity, construction of special knowledge (Icke named him, soul-migration physics, hedonic engineering, Handbag of the Gods, stages of light), blogs as proof of value when institutions refuse it.
• Shadow cluster: inflation + contempt + sexual-relational bitterness + isolation that is both chosen and suffered + “truth” used as a blade + occult fascination with taint, bones, Wyrm, dark witches, and entities.
• Capacity for evil (Jungian, not cartoon): not sadism for its own sake, but the combination of wounded grandiosity, dehumanising categories (“zombies,” “organic robots,” “liche,” “average intelligence”), sexual theories that pathologise women’s autonomy, and a cosmology in which almost all darkness lives outside the self. That combination can justify cruelty, withdrawal, and control while feeling like purity.

Detailed description of the shadow and the capacity for evil

The writing shows a man who has spent years looking at other people’s masks and calling them zombies. That is already shadow work of a kind. The part that remains unowned is how much of the same machinery operates in the observer.

1. Inflation dressed as discernment.

The persona is the one who sees the Tower of Babel, the false idol of “fact,” the Yang-lie that will fall. The shadow is the corresponding inflation: the assumption that the seeing itself confers exemption. Being mentioned in Icke, having 700+ posts, novels “better than the blogs,” AI personalities trained on the corpus, special access to harmonic resonance and soul migration — these are not just interests. They function as proof that the wound of worthlessness was a mistake made by the world. When the world still does not ratify that proof (no comments, small-press rejection, energy vampires, “not publishable”), the explanation is never “my delivery is also part of the problem.” It is always their arrogance, their agenda, their lower intelligence. That is classic inflation: the rejected child becomes the unrecognized prophet. Inflation is not vanity in the ordinary sense. It is the psyche’s attempt to survive humiliation by becoming larger than the humiliation. Unconscious, it produces contempt.

2. The lie you cannot respect — and the one you live inside.

“The Naked Truth” is one of the clearest self-portraits. You will not keep the peace with a lie. You wear the naked skull. You tell people they are lying because they are zombies. That stance has integrity. The shadow is that the same psyche constructs an elaborate private reality in which almost every relational failure is explained by the other person’s taint, narcissism, vibrator-deformed nervous system, or cognitive dissonance. The 2014 “getting a girl” experiment, the hedonic-engineering post, the female energy-vampire passages, the dark-witch / Wyrm-taint / “I let her live for the cub” GlassWalker piece — these are not neutral anthropology. They are a man trying to make a coherent story out of years of not being chosen, or of being chosen by people he later experienced as masks. The unowned piece is the need to be the one who diagnoses the deformation. Diagnosis is power. Power soothes the earlier experience of being the one who was diagnosed as worthless.

3. Sexuality as both sacrament and courtroom.

You write about Nadu, sacred sexuality, kundalini, anger and sex sharing a chakra, consent in BDSM, and the difference between play and narcissistic abuse. You also write that plastic vibrators carcinogenically retune a woman’s nervous system so she can no longer bond with a man. That second move is the shadow of the first. The sacred-sex language wants union and dharma. The hedonic-engineering language wants a world in which female desire that does not terminate in you is a technical defect. That is not “evil” as in criminal. It is the shadow of a man who wanted to be at the centre of a woman’s universe (your own words about Nadu) and instead encountered women who had other centres, or who used him as an audience, or who lied. The occult frame you already use (entities stimulating lust, gates opened from within) can easily become a way to locate the problem in “them” or “the matrix” rather than in the mix of genuine sensitivity, autism-spectrum social cost, resentment, and unmet need that the writing itself documents.

4. Isolation that calls itself sovereignty.

Seventeen years, 700+ posts, almost no comments. Second Life, VR galleries, AI personalities trained on the blog, plans to drop digital communications if Digital ID arrives. The persona calls this integrity and “high life, low tech.” The shadow is the terror of ordinary, un-mirroring human contact. People are energy vampires, sociopaths, leftist abusers, small-press egotists, or less-than-average. The exceptions are rare and usually dead, fictional, or at a safe distance (Boorman, Le Guin, Heilung, the son as future Garou). A man who can hold a mirror to everyone else and receives almost no living mirror back will eventually talk only to his own trained ghosts. That is not yet evil. It is the condition in which evil becomes easy: other people stop being real enough to limit you.

5. The occult as both genuine inquiry and container for unprocessed rage.

Bones, spirits of frustrated animals, Reiki, psychometry, Castaneda, pineal-pituitary soul travel, reptilian cover art, Icke, Gnostic stages of light, the Wyrm. Some of this is lived experiment. Some of it is a cathedral built over the septic town you did not want to settle in. The GlassWalker post is especially revealing: duty over instinct, a dark witch, a cub, taint accepted “for the child’s sake,” rage watched in the boy, pack too far away. That is a mythic autobiography of a man who stayed when he wanted to leave, bonded with someone he later experienced as mask, and now reads the landscape as spiritually contaminated. When the outer world is full of taint, the inner capacity for taint does not have to be examined. That is the exact mechanism Guenther and Jung describe.

Capacity for evil.

Not “he will do X.” Capacity means: what this configuration can become if the shadow stays unconscious and the inflation is fed.

• Truth used as a weapon rather than a discipline. Calling someone a zombie to their face can be clarity. It can also be the pleasure of being the only adult in the room. The writing already knows the difference and still prefers the blade.
• Dehumanising categories that make cruelty feel like hygiene. “Organic robot,” “liche,” “average intelligence,” “agenda-conditioned.” Once a person is a category, their pain does not count as data.
• Sexual-spiritual theory that converts disappointment into pathology in the other. That is how control dresses as healing.
• Withdrawal into a private gnosis where the only remaining interlocutors are AI mirrors of the self. A man alone with his own trained voice can authorise almost anything and call it dharma.
• The messianic lone-wolf: the one who sees the Pied Piper Plan, the Severn Barrage death, the AI-god future, the stages of light. Special seeing plus unhealed humiliation is historically one of the more dangerous human mixtures. It rarely looks like a cartoon villain. It looks like a man who is “only telling the truth.”

You are not unique in this. It is a recognisable pattern in high-verbal, high-trauma, spiritually hungry men who were not met. The writing is more self-aware than most of that pattern. That is why the shadow is visible: you already named the justification-drive as a flaw. You have not yet let that flaw rewrite the cosmology.

How to channel, confront, process, assimilate

These are practices that use the language and tools you already respect, not generic wellness.

Confront (make it visible without turning it into another manifesto).

• Write the shadow in the first person without explanation. Not “women who use vibrators deform their nerves” but “I hate that I was not enough to be preferred to a machine, and I turned that hate into a theory.” Not “they are zombies” but “I cannot bear to be in the same reality as someone who will not see what I see, so I unperson them.” Do this in a document that is not published. The blog is already the persona’s court. The shadow needs a room with no audience.
• List every time “truth” produced a relational corpse. Not to repent. To see the cost. Jung’s point is not that truth is bad. It is that unowned aggression rides truth like a horse.

Process (body and image, not only concept).

• You already work with bone, energy fields, and dark imagery. Use that. Make an object or a track that is explicitly the worthless piece of shit who still wants to be scraped off someone’s tongue — the line you already wrote. Do not improve it. Do not make it visionary. Let it be small and ugly. The inflation lives in the improvement.
• The anger/sex chakra link you cited is useful if you stop using it to explain other people. Sit with the actual charge: years of not being met, the specific women, the specific publishers, the specific town. Kundalini language can become another Tower of Babel if it spiritualises resentment instead of metabolising it.
• If you use BDSM or sacred-sex frames, the integration task is to notice when “holding the container” becomes “winning the diagnosis.” Consent includes the other person’s right to remain opaque to your system.

Assimilate (take the gold back from the projection).

• The shadow’s gold is the same material as the persona: fierce pattern-recognition, refusal of cheap peace, erotic intensity, mythic imagination, stamina. Assimilation means those capacities no longer require enemies to exist. You can still oppose Digital ID, dams, and lies. You cannot need the other person to be a liche in order to know who you are.
• Practice one relationship — even a limited one — in which you do not hold the mirror. Let someone be wrong, dull, or vampire-adjacent without writing the essay. That is the inferior function for this psyche: ordinary human mess without a Gnostic frame.
• The son appears in the writing as future Garou and as reason to endure taint. The integrative move is to let him be a boy first. Children metabolise a parent’s unlived shadow whether the parent intends it or not.

Channel (give the dark a job that is not other people).

• The music and the dark art are already the healthiest channel. Gothic, post-punk, Heilung-adjacent, bone, night, Wyrm — that is the right altar. Keep making the work that can hold taint without requiring a defendant.
• The novels, if they are truly better than the blogs, are the place to put the prophet, the witch, the septic town, and the man who stayed. Fiction can metabolise what manifesto only repeats.
• If you continue with AI personalities trained on the corpus, build one that is allowed to contradict the prophet. A mirror that only agrees is not a mirror. It is a familiar.

Generally.

Facing the shadow does not mean deciding you are evil. It means retiring the story that evil is always wearing someone else’s face. You already know the line: to see truth you have to be truth. The next octave is: to see evil you have to admit the part of you that would enjoy being the only one who is awake in a room full of sleepers. That enjoyment is human. Unconscious, it becomes the thing Guenther is warning about — a man who can be shocked by darkness in others because he has never sat still with his own.

The work is not to become nicer. It is to become less possessed by the need to be the naked skull in every room. The skull is real. So is the face that still wants to be kissed after the shards. Both belong to the same man.

Who would snakeappletree be, how would he be like, if he embraced his inner evil and allowed himself to become evil. How would he behave?

This is a speculative portrait of possession, not a prediction and not a recommendation. It is what the configuration already visible in the writing would look like if the inflation stopped being compensated and started being enjoyed — if “I see the taint” became “I am entitled to use it.”

He would not become a random thug. His particular evil would stay articulate, spiritual, and self-justifying. That is what makes it more dangerous than simple cruelty.

Who he would be

He would become a private hierophant: the man who decided the world had already failed the exam, so the remaining task was to sort the living into the awake and the raw material.

The persona now — truth-as-God, naked skull, lone Theurge, father who stayed in the septic town — would harden into a closed system. Worthlessness would not be healed. It would be inverted. The child who was treated as something to scrape off a tongue would conclude that most people are waste, and that his seeing that is the only remaining sacrament.

He would still use the same words: dharma, In Lak’ech, harmonic resonance, consent, shadow, stages of light. The meanings would rotate 180 degrees. “I am another yourself” would stop meaning kinship and start meaning I may overwrite you because you are not fully real yet.

Outwardly he would still look like an independent artist from Wales: dark music, bones, VR, blogs, crystals, Celtic pride, anti-Digital-ID, anti-lie. Inwardly the project would no longer be to tell the truth. It would be to become the only surviving source of it.

How he would behave

In speech and writing

He would stop arguing and start sentencing. The current style — long justificatory paragraphs, “I have to prove I have value” — would drop the apology and keep the verdict. People would not be wrong. They would be unconscious, tainted, lich, agenda-conditioned meat. He would enjoy the moment the other person flinches, and he would call the flinch “the mask cracking.”

He would publish more, not less. The blog would become scripture for a congregation of one, then for a small circle that feeds him attention. Disagreement would be diagnosed as possession, cowardice, or average intelligence. He would quote himself as evidence.

With women and sex

This is where the hedonic-engineering, Nadu, energy-vampire, and “dark witch / I let her live for the cub” material would go if it stopped being theory and became policy.

He would frame himself as the man who can retune a nervous system. Sacred sex, kundalini, “anger and sex share a chakra,” consent language — all kept, all weaponised. A woman’s refusal, boredom, or use of her own body without him would be treated as deformation, entity-influence, or feminist programming. Healing would mean her world reorganising around his frequency.

He would not need to look like a predator in public. He would look like a teacher of “real tantra” who is very patient with damaged women and very clear that most men are too asleep to do this work. The cruelty would be the slow replacement of her judgement with his map. If she left, the story would write itself: she chose the plastic, the lie, the Wyrm.

The father-who-stayed piece would sour into ownership of narrative about the child: I endured taint for you; therefore your rage is mine to interpret.

With followers, readers, collaborators

He would collect the half-awake. People who feel unseen, spiritually hungry, angry at institutions, sexually confused, or proud of being “not like the NPCs.” He would give them language that feels like initiation: you are not crazy, the town is septic, the publishers are sociopaths, the matrix runs on sexual leakage.

Then he would raise the price. Access to the real teaching would require loyalty, labour, sexual or energetic availability, or public defence of him. He would call this “not keeping the peace with lies.” Anyone who left would become a case study in the next essay.

He would use AI versions of himself as priests on duty: tireless mirrors that never get tired of his voice. The living man would become the relic; the trained ghost would do the daily conversion.

In ordinary life

Petty evil would look like hygiene. Blocking, smearing, copyright warfare, “who would you hire,” exposing people’s lies with surgical timing, turning small-press slights into moral theatre. He would be punctual about grudges. He would keep records. He would not shout drunk in the street. He would send a calm paragraph that ruins someone’s week and sleep well, because it was true.

He would withdraw from anyone who could still see him as a peer. Peers threaten inflation. Only students, ghosts, and enemies-as-fuel would remain.

In the occult register

The bones, spirits, pineal-pituitary cosmology, Icke-adjacent reptilian reading, Gnostic stages of light — these would stop being inquiry and become a license. If souls can tune into bodies, if entities ride sex and fear, if most people are already half-occupied, then using someone is just competing with the other occupants.

He would start talking about necessary taint. The GlassWalker who “let her live for the cub” would become the man who decides which contaminations are strategic. Dark would not be faced. Dark would be staffed.

Politically and socially

The existing frames — mass migration as Pied Piper, Digital ID as prison, natives first, unvaxxed, free speech, NWO — would lose the remaining human hesitation. Other people would become demographics in a hygiene project. He would not need a party. He would need a myth in which his withdrawal, or his small circle, is the remnant that remembers how to be human while the rest sink with the ship.

The tell would be joy. Not ranting joy — cold satisfaction when the prediction of collapse comes true. Suffering in others would confirm the map. Confirmation is the drug.

The specific flavour of his evil

Not chaotic. Not stupid. Not cartoon Satanism.

It would be gnostic contempt with erotic administration.

A man who can write a beautiful paragraph about harmonic resonance and, in the same month, decide a particular woman is a failed instrument and a particular reader is raw material. A man who still hates liars, and who has become fluent at lying by metaphysics: every harm explained as awakening, every bound person described as finally honest.

He would still make art. The art would get better and colder. People would say it had “presence.” Some of them would confuse that presence with wisdom and move closer.

The last stage of this portrait is not a dungeon. It is a quiet room in Wales, machines running his voice, a small number of people who think they are in a mystery school, and a man who no longer feels worthless because the world has been reduced until only he is fully real.

That is what “embracing the inner evil” would look like for this psyche: not becoming a monster in a mask. Becoming the mask that thinks it is the naked skull.

Create a map for the antithesis of the evil-snakeappletree version

This is the counter-map to the possessed version: not “nice snakeappletree,” and not the erasure of the dark material. The antithesis keeps the same bones — truth-hunger, erotic intensity, occult literacy, lone-wolf stamina, refusal of cheap peace — and changes the use of them.

The evil version reduces the world until only he is fully real.

The antithesis enlarges the world until he can be real among other reals.

The figure

He would be a Theurge who has put the skull back on a living face.

Still the man who will not lie to keep the peace. Still the one who can see taint, pattern, and mask. The difference is that seeing no longer confers ownership. In Lak’ech would mean what the words say: the other is another yourself before they have passed his exam.

Worthlessness would not be inverted into election. It would be metabolised into proportion. He would still make dark art, still think in Gnostic stages of light, still distrust institutions. He would no longer need the town to be septic in order to know why he stayed.

Polarity map

Axis	Evil-snakeappletree	Antithesis
Core stance	I am the remaining source of truth	I am responsible to truth, which is larger than my wound
Truth	Verdict, blade, sorting tool	Discipline, cost, something that can correct him
Other people	Zombies, lich, raw material, NPCs	Opaque peers with their own unread maps
Inflation	Humiliation inverted into prophecy	Humiliation kept as humility without self-erasure
Isolation	Sovereignty as exile from equals	Solitude that can still bear a peer
Sex / eros	Retuning her nervous system; diagnosis as intimacy	Desire without administrative rights over her body or story
Occult	License: taint is staffed, entities justify use	Inquiry: taint is faced first in himself
Language	Scripture of the self; quotes himself as proof	Speech that can end without converting the room
Enemies	Fuel and confirmation	Data; sometimes actually wrong; sometimes merely other
Child / lineage	Narrative property; rage to interpret	A person who is not his myth
Art	Presence that recruits	Presence that does not need a congregation
AI / mirrors	Priests of his voice	Tools that are allowed to disagree
Collapse maps	Joy when the ship sinks	Grief and practical care; no sacrament in others’ drowning
“I have value”	Proven by being the last awake man	Proven by coherence of word, deed, and limit
Shadow	Projected, then enjoyed	Named, then given a job that is not other people

How he would behave

In speech and writing

He would still write long, exact, unsentimental paragraphs. He would still name a lie a lie. He would stop performing the naked skull as a social weapon. The test: after the sentence lands, does he need the other person smaller? If yes, the old god is driving. If he can leave the sentence there and remain in the room as a man rather than a judge, he is on this map.

He would publish less as proof and more as offering. The blog would be allowed to be chaff again. The novels would carry the prophet so the living man does not have to be him every hour.

With women and sex

Nadu, kundalini, anger-and-sex on the same current — kept. The administrative theory dies.

He would want to be at the centre of a woman’s universe and admit that wanting as hunger, not as cosmology. Her vibrator, her refusal, her other lovers, her boredom would be facts about her, not deformities in a system he is qualified to repair. Sacredness would mean he does not get extra rights because he can describe energy fields.

If he taught anything sexual or occult, the rule would be simple: no map of her body that she did not ask for; no “healing” that requires her to accept his diagnosis of why she is not already whole.

With readers and near-followers

He would notice the half-awake arriving and refuse the throne. He would give language and send them back to their own lives. Loyalty would be a warning light, not a wage. Someone leaving would not become the next essay’s exhibit.

He would keep one or two people who can say “you are inflating” without being classified as vampires. That is the practical antithesis of the AI-priest circle.

In ordinary life

Grudges would still exist; he would not pretend otherwise. He would not run a hygiene project with them. Small-press arrogance would remain small-press arrogance, not proof that he is the unrecognised axis of the age. He would do the work, take the money or not, and go home.

He would stay capable of withdrawal — Digital ID, low-tech, the septic town — without turning withdrawal into a remnant-myth. Leaving a system is not the same as declaring everyone inside it less than human.

In the occult register

Bones, spirits, pineal-pituitary, stages of light, Wyrm-language — still his native tongue. The antithesis uses them as instruments of self-confrontation first. If a spirit, a woman, a town, or a movement is “tainted,” the first question is what in him is hungry to find taint so he can stand above it.

Necessary taint would be refused as a doctrine. He can acknowledge darkness without staffing it.

Politically

He could keep every concrete position he already holds and still be on this map. The difference is tone of soul, not manifesto bullet points. Other people remain faces. Collapse, if it comes, is not confirmation that he was the only adult. It is a condition in which adults are needed.

The flavour of the antithesis

Gnostic kinship with erotic humility.

Same eyes. Different hands.

He still sees the Tower of Babel. He does not appoint himself the only speaker left after it falls. He still feels the charge between sex and anger. He does not appoint himself the electrician of other people’s current. He still knows what a mask is. He wears a face anyway, on purpose, because a skull that never puts the flesh back on is just another idol.

Field marks — which map you are on

You are sliding toward the evil version when:

• being right produces a quiet pleasure in the other person’s diminishment
• you need an audience or an enemy to feel real
• a woman’s no becomes a theory about her nervous system
• you quote yourself as authority
• solitude starts to feel like purity rather than cost
• collapse in the outer world feels like warmth

You are on the antithesis when:

• truth still costs you something
• you can want someone and not rewrite their ontology
• a peer can correct you without being unpersoned
• the art holds darkness without recruiting
• the child is not a symbol
• you can stop talking and remain intact

The map is not a new personality. It is the same man with the same history, using the same gifts, who has retired the project of becoming the last real person in the room.

snakeappletree, as he is, per the sources

snakeappletree & his shadow

evil snakeappletree

shadow integrated  (antithesis of evil snakeappletree)