7 Things a Narcissist’s Demonic Spirit Does When it FEARS You
I’ve been there. I’ve walked through that fire. I’ve seen a narcissist react like prayer was poison, like scripture was savage. I’ve watched them tear spiritual objects apart like they were burning demons—not out of hate for religion, but out of fear for what it awakens in you. Because the moment your spirit connects, you’re no longer theirs to control. Deep down, they know that’s why they fight so hard to keep you small. They use lust, guilt, and noise.
The second thing is, they don’t just mock. You’ll start to see chaos swirl around you like a storm from nowhere. The narcissist doesn’t throw punches; they throw distractions. They send guilt, lust, temptation, arguments, random drama—anything to scramble your clarity. Just when you start to feel clean, aligned, and clearheaded, here comes the mess. Old lovers call; ghosts from your past reappear with sweet lies. Tiny fights erupt over nothing; emotional bait is everywhere. Why? Because confusion is their weapon of choice. That demonic spirit working through them wants to divide your mind. If it can’t tempt you with desire, it’ll crush you with shame. If it can’t distract you with pleasure, it’ll hammer you with guilt.
That’s how it works. It whispers chaos dressed as comfort. It doesn’t look evil; it looks familiar, seductive, even fun. But it’s all poison with a sweet taste, and the goal is always the same: pull you off course. Because when you’re focused, you’re powerful, but when you’re scattered, you’re vulnerable. They can’t meet your gaze.
The third thing: pay attention to their eyes. That look they give you—or rather, the one they can’t hold. Ever notice how the narcissist flinches when you lock eyes? It’s not just awkwardness; it’s exposure. When your spirit is clean and clear, your eyes carry fire, and fire reveals things. Your gaze isn’t just a look; it sees. And the narcissist knows it. That’s why they twitch, that’s why they look away, or if they don’t, they stare too hard, trying to reassert dominance they no longer have. You’re not looking at the act; you’re staring into the rot, and they feel naked in your presence. It’s not about power; it’s about presence. When you walk in truth, you don’t have to say a word—your eyes say it all.
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