Do Demons Feed on Hatred?

"Anger is a feast for demons; laughter, clarity, and patience are the weapons of the wise. As Marcus said, don’t mimic your enemy, and remember: vengeance belongs to the Lord (Romans 12:19). Even Sun Tzu knew—know your enemy, but don’t let the battlefield live inside your mind."

Do Demons Feed on Hatred? — Notes from the Stoic Stoner

Preamble: Choosing Your Poison—or Your Peace

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A Stoic Stoner Seeking Peace Amongst Chaos

Before we dive into the cosmic buffet of hatred and demons, a little real talk: life isn’t always a blunt-lit meditation. People will be tempted to reach for something—anything—to numb, distract, or forget the rage swirling online, or the chaos in their own heads. And sometimes, that “something” is alcohol: cheap, legal, socially praised… and often more corrosive than the demons you think you’re escaping.

Cannabis—or a thoughtful cannabinoid—isn’t a magic shield, but for some, it offers an alternative: a chance to sit with discomfort without spilling it onto others, to process anger without feeding it, to calm the inner storm without drowning in it. It’s a choice, not a cure. Some will stumble, some will resist, some will find clarity—but the key is conscious decision.

So, reader, as you enter this Stoic Stoner's reflection on hatred, know this: the demons are real, the world is messy, and your choice of fuel matters. Smoke wisely—or not at all—but watch yourself feed the feast.

Don't Let The Bastards Get You Down

Picture this: you’re sitting on the curb, a blunt glowing between your fingers, the world a fireball of clicks, likes, and venomous notifications. Somewhere in the infinite scroll, some people are literally cheering the death of a man they’ve never met, whose only “crime” was challenging their worldview.

Now, do demons feed on hatred? Oh, buddy, yes. But not the fiery, Dracula-style demons of storybooks. The kind Punk Monk sees—these demons are invisible, whispering in the corners of your mind. They feed not on your action, but on your reaction. Every surge of joy from someone else’s pain? That’s demon dinner. Every viral post that makes you smirk at cruelty? More snacks for the spectral parasites.

Here’s the kicker: the people cheering are often starving inside. Empty bowls of joyless rage. They don’t know it, but their delight in destruction is a feeding frenzy for those inner demons. It’s addictive. Hatred tastes sweet at first bite, but it leaves the soul with heartburn.

Marcus Aurelius reminds us: “The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.” In other words, even when the world twists you, keep your mind clean, your actions deliberate. You can’t control the feast of others’ misery—but you can control what you serve on your own table.

Charlie Kirk, in this scenario, is like a mirror. A challenging reflection. He provoked thought, discomfort, awareness. That discomfort pokes at fragile egos and twisted thinking. And when you can’t handle a reflection of truth, the demons step in and throw a banquet.

And if that isn’t enough, the Bible weighs in: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19) Cosmic truth here—let the universe handle balance. Your task is to stay present, stay wise, and avoid feeding the demons yourself.

Stoic Stoner's Prescription:

1. Don’t join the feast. Enjoy your blunt, enjoy your laughter, but don’t let someone else’s poison touch your gut. The demons in the world only get what you give them.

2. Witness, don’t wallow. Recognize misery where it blooms, but don’t water it with your own energy. Awareness is like holy water; it burns off the stink.

3. Laugh at the absurdity. Cosmic irony is a blunt’s best friend. People cheering death online? That’s reality showing you it’s wearing a clown mask. Take a puff, nod, and move on.

4. Feed the opposite. If demons thrive on hatred, feed love, curiosity, creativity. Even small acts—kind words, weird art, unexpected generosity—are like throwing pebbles into the feeding pond.

At the end of the day, the demons don’t get the last laugh. Only you decide who sits at your table. Hatred is a buffet in the world; you can smell it, see it, even dodge the line. But you don’t have to eat.

Moral of the Smoke:

"Evil gorges on the miserable—but enlightenment is always served on the side, wrapped in a haze of blunt-scented clouds. Keep your mind fed, but feed the good stuff."