The Lone Wolf of Paranoid Conspiracy Media

Updated: Sep 14, 2020

by Teresa Yanaros, June 15, 2020

Climbing the mountain was an arduous journey...

I placed one foot in front of the other, fighting gravity as the steep incline beckoned me forward. I focused on the sound of my breath as my lungs worked tirelessly to pump the air in and out of my chest.

I reached the precipice and stopped to take in the view.

I took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, letting my heart rate settle. I stood on the summit and looked out across the stream at my feet. I wondered where the stream originated from as my line of sight snaked across it into the distance and out of sight.

Suddenly, a dark shadow to my left. I turned my head to see a black bear step up onto the landing, looking agitated and hungry. Then more black shapes from different places on the mountain top, seemingly ready to zero in on me. One, two, three, four, five. Five bears, all angry and getting angrier every second.

I looked around me trying to access the best course of action. I could go back down the mountain but surely they would follow.

The Wolf

Before I could think anything else, an enormous wolf appeared on my right, just beyond the stream, perched upon a great rock.

Everything seemed to halt like a stopwatch. Everything was momentarily suspended from motion. The sounds of the growling bears ceased. My heart even seemed to stop beating.

The only thing that moved were the hairs on the back of the wolf, which moved slowly in waves, pulsating out from around him with rhythm and flow. A majestic aethereal glow came from the black beast. It was at least four times the size of the black bear. I had never seen a wolf this size. It was so terrifying that the bears were completely knocked out of their senses. No anger toward me was left inside them. They could now only focus on the majesty of the lone wolf.

The wolf stood fearlessly on the rock, its gaze piercing into the sky around us. It seemed to have ancient energy about it, a wisdom that extended from long ago and cast forward into the future. There was a timelessness here. Although the bears were now completely engulfed by the presence of the wolf, I was highly aware that the wolf could very well be a greater danger to me than a pack of bears.

Time shifted back into normal, and I ran behind a large boulder next to me. I placed my back against the warm stone and wondered how long I would live. Would this wolf be the end of me? There was no way out other than down. But I was no match for a supernatural wolf, was I? Surely his gaze penetrated even through this boulder behind which I cowered.

The House

The scene shifted and I was running full sprint down a road of a small town at the base of the mountain. People followed behind in close pursuit. I told them about the wolf and the bears and explained that we must get inside and hide. I knew that they were coming after us.

We ran into a house. It was fully empty. I looked around for something to barricade the doors, but there was nothing to use. After reaching the back room I had counted three total windows in the house. I opened the two windows in this room and explained that if the beasts got in, our own hope would be to climb out to escape. These two windows were too small to fit through, so I knew that there was no hope there. I opened them anyway to at least let the air in from outside. I was feeling suffocated and helpless, and even some illusion of freedom provided some small comfort to me as I prepared to be eaten alive.

I walked back into the central area of the house. The third window was here, and luckily big enough for an adult to fit through. Unfortunately, it was in the main room so if the beasts got in, they would surely be able to observe the escape and make their move. Not ideal, but all that we had. We would wait it out and hope for the best.

The Festival

The scene shifted and I was standing outside in the town square. I guess the threat of the beasts was lifted. I watched the townsfolk sing and converse in small groups while families ate and walked around to look at art exhibits and vendor tents. A small group was in the middle playing music as people watched and joined in the singing.

I stood on the outskirts with my group that were previously with me inside the house. Although everything looked happy and light, there was a sense of danger underneath the surface of which those outside my group were unaware.

I scanned the outside of the festival for signs of danger and noticed a suspicious pathway leading away from the festivities. I watched a couple of people break off from the celebration, look around them to see if they were noticed, and then slink off down the dark corridor.

The Dark Corridor

I slowly started walking toward the direction of the path. As I reached the passage and took a few steps forward I noticed the air shifted and became slightly cooler as the sounds of the carnival drifted away. There was unintelligible graffiti splattered across the walls that looked like they had been constructed just for this evening. I didn't know what I would find but something told me it was secretive, and I was not going to be welcome.

I suddenly knew deep down that these people were fascinated by deep conspiracy, and had become obsessed with the notion of evil everywhere, and had reached a level of intense paranoia and inability to connect with anyone outside their circle. They had built a fortress of ideology and were reinforcing that through the continued obsession with finding patterns in random pieces of information. Their delusion was growing and gaining in power as they got further and further away from society and logical constructs of meaning.

I turned a ninety-degree corner to the right to see a twenty-foot long corridor lined by constructed walls. I saw a person perched at the top of the far corner, as though the walls were lined by a fortress-like walkway above. They had built it like this so they could see who was coming in and out.

The person hadn't noticed me yet. I also knew that this was not a pathway that I wanted to continue going down. I knew that the paranoid conspiracy mindset was deleterious and the people who perpetuated these circles drew unsuspecting victims into a rabbit hole of lies. They preyed upon people. I knew this and did not want to get looped up in the tempest.

A Nefarious Plot Discovered

I quickly did an about-face and walked back toward the festival. I went back into the house and pulled out my laptop. I did some digging and found a web site where the people hosting the secret party were advertising their private event. Then I found an online video made by the host and hit play.

A mixed-race man in his thirties started speaking about how he created the event and how to get in. I watched in shock as the text of my mother's first and last name was plastered across the bottom of the video. He had bought the domain of her first and last name to shield himself from any liability of the operation he was running. He seemed very pleased with himself.

Rage started to form in the pit of my stomach. I felt completely violated and worried about the safety of my family. I didn't know what he was up to, but it was clear that it was nothing good. How could people be okay with going along with a plot so clearly engaging in a sickening level of abuse, exploitation, and usurpation of other's identity, privacy, and rights? If this was clear and it was just the surface level, how deep did the transgressions and crimes go?

He explained how to go to the web site and then through a password being able to access the details of the secret event he was hosting. But the crux was, if you didn't have the password, you couldn't get in.

He went on and on, declaring paranoid conspiracy propaganda. It felt like there was a rock in the pit of my stomach. I closed the laptop and stood up, noticing the open window that I had opened just hours before. My previous exercise and motivations washed over me, centering my attention on the problems from before.

Where was the lone wolf? Who was he?

The Future Room

I turned my head to the right and saw a door that I hadn't seen before. I walked through it and immediately realized this room was mine. It wasn't stark empty like the rest of the house but filled with energy and purpose. There were exquisitely complex tapestries lining the walls with beautifully woven patterns and geometry, threaded delicately with expensive silk. The king bed in the center was covered with thick bedding, heavy and soft. All of the furniture was heavy and wooden.

It was as though I would spend quite a bit of time in this room. It was like I was visiting a future timeline. I felt like I had a lot of thought and energy already take place in this space, but in this current body, I had yet to experience it.

I aligned with that future self and felt the energy center inside my body. I became her. I sat down on the bed and looked at my laptop and other belongings including my noise-canceling headphones and various academic texts. I laid down in the center of the bed and closed my eyes.

At that moment, I felt a surge of information flowing through me. Swirling inside and around me, I felt the pulse of the forcefield of my thoughts and soul purpose. I saw a localized point in the center. This was the mouthpiece where that information would pour out into this realm.

My mouth connected with the center and felt the waters of consciousness localize and flow into me. It was deeply relieving, cleansing, and empowering. I felt there was a mountain of energy that I would move, and I needed to focus on aligning with my center.

Waking Up

Upon waking, I wondered. Am I the Lone Wolf? Am I afraid of a powerful aspect of myself? I was able to climb the mountain but when I arrived, I couldn't face what lay ahead. The Lone Wolf was stronger than even a pack of angry black bears. Throughout the rest of the dream, I navigated through the assessment of media cultures and communities.

Eventually, the dream ended with me aligning with self and connecting to my own personal stream of information. I let go of the past and moved through the door, which unlocked access to a new timeline and a new version of myself. This version of myself was highly aligned with her soul purpose and was able to easily channel information, bringing through a current of coherent energy that would flow in a way that would liberate minds from the prison of paranoid conspiracist thinking.

Online Community Traps

Information traps exist, especially within online communities. Fear is painfully present almost everywhere you look, within "new conspiracist" circles and traditional media alike. The power is in transcending the duality of the battle and opening the heart to accept all that is.

Polarity is inherent in media as people present and compare perspectives. When assessing data, it's imperative to be able to analyze and synthesize, learn, and grow. In some cases and within some circles of information, these are actually black hole funnels into deleterious ways of thinking and perceiving reality. When you take the content back to solution-based thinking and concentrate on how to move forward with love, then you don’t drown in the mire of negative thought patterns. Love is the ability to see all sides and not pass judgment because everyone is on their path trying to work things out.

There is a ton of judgment in some circles of thought. When you come across highly polarized information that passes a lot of judgment, take pause, and realize that people who judge others are seeing a reflection of themselves. Why are they making certain assertions and what does that say about them and where they are in their journey?

We get looped into experiencing that with which we grapple. When you approach information online, if you can take a step up into this meta way of seeing it, you can start to understand more about why people are speaking to certain issues and are interested in certain types of data. Everything is data.

The Lone Wolf Inside

A Lone Wolf exists inside each of us. The Lone Wolf archetype represents the more formidable and powerful aspects of yourself. When you face your deepest fears, you discover a love inside you that comes directly from the well of divinity. Opening your heart to what this life has to show you aligns you with the ability to tap into your potential and harness that deep love within.

Stay centered and know that you have your own soul calling too. You have a special place on this planet and a special unique voice to bring into the world. Your propensity to speak to certain issues or your draw to be interested in some topic, in particular, is a guide. This is the still small voice inside you, guiding you home to who you truly are.

When, instead of resisting or hiding, you accept and open the door to that which sustains and animates all things, you are grafted into the vine and integrated into the tapestry of all that is, through unconditional love.

"All around us are pieces of the gigantic cosmic puzzle. Let's attune to its Frequency."

- Teresa Yanaros

About The Author

Teresa Yanaros, a degreed journalist with a passion for uncovering the truth, has dedicated her life to investigating images and messages received through media outlets. From a young age, she has researched and presented news media though print and began Divine Frequency in 2016 to expand her reach through multi-media.

After writing a book investigating the phenomenon of modern American online spiritualism, she traveled across America, giving speeches and practical workshops on how to analyze and synthesize information. From archetypal studies to advanced truth-seeking, Teresa has presented research in areas of American pop culture, supernatural and paranormal studies, theology, and anthropology of online sub-cultures, including UFOlogy and conspiracist communities.

Because of Teresa's experience with seeing just how deep the rabbit holes of online culture go, she is devoted to understanding the media effects of online subcultures upon their communities. 

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