Indiana Empath and the Golden Idol

You are the foolhardy explorer. You may label me as driven and single-minded but take a moment to consider your own position. There, gleaming and glistening on a plinth is your prize. The golden idol. Grasping this guarantees your return to the golden period with me, that time of utterly intoxicating desire, supreme happiness and the perfect love. All you need to do is take it in your hand and you will be transported back to that wonderful place. It is an irresistible temptation. In order to reach the plinth and its alluring prize you must negotiate your way past an array of dangerous traps. First of all , you must walk the daily tight rope and avoid plunging into the pit of toxicity that bubbles beneath it. This tightrope is being cut away by one of my loyal Lieutenants as you try to walk across it. From the left another of my Lieutenants is firing his Proxy Weapon at you, shooting bolts of Smear Campaign. You cannot throw them back but you must try to duck and dodge them. From the right, another lieutenant uses his Proxy Weapon to launch repeated Character Assassinations at you. They come thick and fast.

From the tight rope you now need to cross the eggshells that are scattered across a large section of the floor. As if this was not hard enough, jets of Narcissistic Rage spurt out at completely random intervals from around the room, seeking to burn you and have you topple onto the eggshells breaking them. Beyond this is a merry go round. You cannot avoid it and you must get on and find yourself being spun around at a dizzying speed. All the while loudspeakers pump out scurrilous accusations at you to belittle and confuse. You have to somehow get off the merry go round despite the neckbreaking speed at which it turns.

Dizzy and disorientated you blunder into another room where barbed spears drive at you from every direction if you tread on the wrong paving stone. There is no way to gauge which stone will generate a spear that is seeking to wound you. All you can do is try toconquer your wheeling vision from the merry go round and hope Lady Luck somehow steers you through this room. Somehow you might surmount it and then walk into a further room. This room is lit with flames, fuelled by gas and the light flares up and down in no consistent fashion as you are expected to walk through a maze. The dimming and glowing lights cast shadows which send you the wrong way time and time again as frustration mounts and you try to steer a way through this maze. Up above you fly several of my lieutenants who offer to lift you up and carry you across the maze. Exhausted and weary you accept their kind offer only to find that they carry you back to the start of this hellish puzzle.

If I showed you this malevolent contraption without the prize you would shake your head and walk away, but you have seen the prize, indeed I allowed you to hold it for a moment and you could feel its potency to return you to the golden period. You want that prize. Nobody sane would surely go through all that though would they ? But your sanity has been compromised and you will endure all of those trials just to try to claim the idol, even though you are unaware that it will turn to dust as soon as you lift it from the plinth. Indiana Jones wouldn’t even attempt it, but as Indiana Empath you will.

11 thoughts on “Indiana Empath and the Golden Idol

  1. freedgypsysoul says:

    Indiana Empath here has retreated to safer grounds and does not seek the golden trophy.

    I’m good thanks….too much work for dust that sifts thru your hands!

  2. Karma5 says:

    There was no golden phase, he was not that great and I never loved him. He had family, his lifestyle was different and better than mine, he was nice looking, he was older by 4 years. I on the other hand was 17, innocent, imature and wounded.

  3. byoung19963 says:

    I have another question …maybe something I’m missing to a puzzle I’ve been contemplating.. but I may be spot on …what would be a reason a narc would go to great lengths to secretly get a gun and keep it in their car telling no one?? I’m thinking fear about someone s husband or boyfriend and he is scared?

    1. malignnarc says:

      Three reasons spring to mind.
      1. Hiding it in the car and telling nobody may be a response to not legally owning the weapon.
      2. It has been acquired and hidden to be brought out at a suitable time to use as a method of coercion against a victim. I would not be surprised to see it used in triangulation. The gun is never used (it may not even be loaded) but it used as a method of control – “I’m going to clean my gun – it is so special”,”Dont make me get my gun”. It is being hidden for now before being unveiled.
      3. It may be for protection but I generally laugh at threats by other people, they just give me fuel and I am impregnable so those threatening me will soon get their comeuppance without me needing to resort to using a weapon.

  4. byoung19963 says:

    Omg funny yes we all get the ” participation” ribbon!!

  5. byoung19963 says:

    My narc told me recently HE WAS THE PRIZE NOT ME!!!! I said you may be a PRIZE but when you got me you won the freakin LOTTO! he’s a freaking cracker jack box prize!! That’s my name for him now cracker jack lol.

    1. malignnarc says:

      Sounds like everyone’s a winner!

  6. Wow says:

    So you are saying there’s a chance?

    1. malignnarc says:

      Hi Wow, can you help me out and just expand on what you are referring to when you mention ‘chance’ please ? Much obliged.

      1. Wow says:

        It’s a reference to the movie “Dumb and Dumber”. An extremely nerdy man asks a woman if he has a 1 in a 100 chance to win her, she replies “more like 1 in a million”. He gets excited and says “so you are telling me there is a chance?!” In my own way I felt a glimmer of hope as I read that. I have experienced the wrath of the Lts.
        Thankfully when I got to the end of your post I was reminded that the trophy is indeed dust and unattainable.

        1. malignnarc says:

          Thanks for the enlightenment, I appreciate it.

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