If you Battled with a Demonic Narcissist you Need to Hear This
And the thing it wanted most? Your light, your spark, that sacred ember deep inside; the part of you that still dares to love, to trust, to dream. The narcissist doesn’t just want attention; they want extinction. They want to silence your joy, your voice, your fire. And they do it slowly—not with knives, but with shame, with confusion, with endless circles of blame that wear your mind thin. You find yourself smiling through tears, apologizing for things you didn’t do, and watching yourself disappear in the mirror day by day.
That’s not love. That’s not even abuse. That’s spiritual assassination.
And still, it’s not the end of you. Let’s dig deeper. One day, scrolling through the debris of thought online, I stumbled across a strange phrase: organic portals. At first, I thought it was nonsense, but something about it stuck, like a bell ringing behind the veil. It led me to an old thinker, Rudolf Steiner, who spoke of hollow people—shells and masks with no soul behind the eyes. Not metaphor, literal.
And I remembered that gaze—the narcissist gaze. You’ve seen it too. That cold, still stare that studies you not with curiosity but calculation. They don’t feel like you feel. They perform emotion. They mimic empathy. It’s not real; it never was. Some folks walk among us, shaped like humans, speaking like humans, laughing like humans. But the inside is quiet, like an empty room with the lights off. And when you love them, when you give your heart, your time, your tears, it just disappears into that void. You wait for reciprocity that never comes, and it breaks you.
But, child of God, hear me: it doesn’t end there. That same dark energy that tried to dismantle you underestimated the power inside you. It underestimated the resilience of your spirit. You were never supposed to survive that storm. And here you are—still breathing, still seeking, still capable of truth. That’s not weakness; that’s divine fire.
I’ll leave you with this thunderbolt of a quote I found tucked away in a document buried on the internet: “A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside.” It is fortunate for us that we do not see and we do not know it. And I tell you now, that’s not meant to scare you; it’s meant to wake you up. Because once you see—oh, once you know—you can never unsee it again.
From that point on, the game changes. You’re not a victim; you’re a survivor of a hidden war. And the light inside you—oh, friend, that’s the part the darkness fears most.
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