If you Battled with a Demonic Narcissist you Need to Hear This
Now, I want you to picture this: a red drum, that haunting whisper from The Shining. Remember it? That word echoing backward through time and trauma. That’s what it felt like, didn’t it? Not a fight, not a breakup, but a soul murder—a quiet assassination of who you were created to be. And you walked away from it. If you walked away at all, barely holding on to a thread of yourself.
And if you’ve seen it happen to others, you already know. The glow fades, the spark dims, illness creeps in where there was once vitality. You start to wonder if you’re losing your mind. But no, what you’re losing is light because it’s being drained from you. Some call them spiritual vampires, and honestly, that might be too kind.
There’s a quote from Sri Aurobindo that cracked me wide open. He said there are some human beings who are like vampires. The reason why he gives it hits deep. He said they aren’t human—not in the way we understand it. They look like us; they walk, talk, hold your hand, share your bed. But their connection to the light is gone. They never walk this earth with the intention to live like us, to cry, to hunger, to bleed. That’s too sacred for them.
They reach in from the outside, from a realm where empathy is weakness and pain is a tool. They don’t arrive; they leak in. They seep into your life like fog under a door. You don’t even know they’re there until suddenly you’re not. Your thoughts aren’t yours; your joy is distant. You look in the mirror and see a ghost. And by then, they’ve settled into the vessel; they’ve pushed out what was once there. Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece.
And what’s left is this entity dressed up as a friend, a lover, a parent, but it’s a lie—a holy mask worn by the unholy. This is the battle no one warned us about. No doctor can diagnose it; no pill can treat it because it doesn’t live in the mind; it lives in the spirit. And we’ve got to stop fighting it with the wrong weapons.
Now, lean in, please, because here’s what I need you to understand—truly understand. You can’t keep seeing the narcissist as just another wounded soul. You can’t keep treating them like they just need love or therapy or one more chance. That’s the trap. That’s the camouflage. That’s what keeps you feeding something that was never meant to heal.
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