Aren't parasites lovely? Given that astral parasites really do like the stench that rage (and the addiction to it) creates, I certainly don't see it as a metaphor only. In my experience their auras already have bite marks, and they feel to me like a tire where the protective layer is damaged and the tube bulges out at the slightest provocation. Ride that a few miles and kaboom, lunch is served. I also note that a lot of people I know with anger problems tend to be alcoholics... because they can't stand themselves and numb their attention away from the astral with it, only to create more holes... Going for the clearing really is the right move. Or as Mrs. Granger did to escape the Devil's Snare strangling her and Berty Scrub's twin, "just stop moving and relax!".

As for Esus, I think I prefer that name, because it creates less of a ruckus on people insisting it's the same as Jesus (he is not that similar to me. For starters Jesus doesn't have eyes that shine like beams of cosmic light). Celtic gods seem very fluid to me, I don't think he will mind me calling both aspects the same.