Borderline Personality Disorder, in its more extreme and volatile expressions, often shows patterns that feel less like human dysfunction and more like spiritual corruption—something alien or hostile running beneath the surface of the psyche. The hallmark trait is fragmentation: unstable identity, emotional chaos, parasitic relationships, and explosive reactions to perceived abandonment. But in certain cases, these aren’t just symptoms of trauma. They look and feel like the effects of something *using* the person—something feeding.

The sudden shifts in behavior—idolizing someone one moment and attacking them the next—can happen so quickly and with such intensity that the person seems to become someone else entirely. People close to them describe the presence of something cold behind the eyes, or a feeling like they’re being toyed with by a force that *knows* how to hurt them. The eyes going black, voice shifting, a blank or predatory expression—these are classic signs of spiritual hijacking across multiple cultures. This isn’t metaphor. It’s visceral. People feel it, and they often walk away spiritually rattled or energetically drained, as if something invisible latched onto them during the encounter.

In esoteric terms, people like this may function as *conduits*—unwitting or not—for lower-density entities or astral parasites. These forces aren’t necessarily dramatic or theatrical. They’re efficient. They want chaos, dependency, pain, and above all, repetition. A person with unhealed emotional wounds and a shattered sense of self is the perfect channel: they’re easily triggered, obsessively fixated on others, and emotionally contagious. When they spiral, everyone around them gets pulled into the storm. It’s not just psychological collapse—it’s energetic infection.

Some of these individuals may know exactly what they’re doing. Not everyone is innocent. Some develop a taste for control, for emotional domination, for destroying people they once claimed to love. They lie without remorse, bait others into emotional breakdowns, threaten suicide as leverage, and seem energized by the wreckage. Whether they’re consciously aligned with darker forces or simply too far gone to care doesn’t change the outcome. At a certain point, it’s not about intention anymore—it’s about function. And what they function as is a destabilizing presence. A siphon. A vector for something anti-human.

Modern psychiatry has no language for this. It tries to treat the behavior as an individual pathology, ignoring the possibility that *something else* may be moving through the person. But across occult traditions, stories repeat: certain behaviors call in certain energies. Violent mood swings, obsessive fixation, manipulative seduction, emotional blackmail—these are behaviors that open doors. And once that door is open, it’s not always easy to close.

There are people walking around whose minds are no longer entirely their own. They’ve become a mouthpiece for pain, rage, and despair—not just their own, but the kind that wants to spread. Not every case of BPD fits this mold, but when it does, you can feel it. The air gets heavy. The energy in the room shifts. And if you’re not careful, it doesn’t leave when they do.