If you Battled with a Demonic Narcissist you Need to Hear This
Friend, take a deep breath. Let’s walk this together. You didn’t come here by accident, and I didn’t show up today to entertain. I came to speak a truth so raw, so scorched in the fire of experience, it’ll crack you wide open if you let it. This isn’t some cozy fireside chat; this is a wake-up call for the soul.
Now, let’s talk about the narcissist. Not a label, not a quirky personality trait wrapped up in some Instagram meme. No, this is the embodiment of something colder than winter and older than time. You might have thought it was just a bad relationship, maybe a confusing friend. But some of you, some of you looked into those eyes and felt the hair rise on your neck, like your spirit was being scanned. That wasn’t drama; that was your discernment sounding the alarm.
Let’s call it what it is: warfare. Not the kind you see with tanks and rifles. No, this is soul-level. Oh, it’s a kind of violence that doesn’t spill blood; it spills identity. It doesn’t scream; it whispers lies that sound just enough like your own thoughts to fool you.
You see, once upon a time, I spoke into the void. I shared my story—bare, broken, no gloss. What I thought would echo into silence came back as a tidal wave. Strangers across the globe spoke with the same wound in their voice. Different names, different towns, same battle. That’s when I realized: we are not crazy. We are not dramatic. We are not too sensitive. We are soldiers, unwilling conscripts in a war for the human soul.
Now listen closely. You might have tried to explain the pain. You sat across from friends, maybe even therapists, trying to wrap words around something that didn’t fit in a box. “They’re just a narcissist,” they said. But no, this was more than ego. This wasn’t just someone who needed attention; this was spiritual predation. I know because I’ve seen it. I felt it twice. I looked into that face, and something shifted. The eyes didn’t blink right. The smile didn’t belong. It was like looking at a shadow pretending to be a person. No warmth, no light, just calculation—just hunger.
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