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.
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Indiana Empath love it. So accurate to so many things that happen.
I was that indiana empath all through 2015. And every time it seemed it would be perfect, every single time seemes ” this time its it” … was worse than the time before… I like that name indiana empath.
My sanity was locked away and she had the key. What a great description of what we consider doing. My brain must have been there too because I didn’t even have to think about it. I did whatever I had to do. That moment when you feel that relief that things are returning to the away they were is intoxicatingly. There are so many emotions involved in it.
Hi Snow. The moment you feel things returning back to normal, BN (before narc), is when the narc returns. Mr. Tudor hasn’t let us in on their super secret control center. But that is where narc fuel supply is diligently monitored. When you start feeling good again is when the control center is set on high alert. Apparently telepathy is one of their many skills.
Love,
He has let us in to the super secret control center. If you enter a sphere of influence he chooses to hoover or not. Simple. No telepathy necessary.
Hi Love, I’m sure his master plan is in his toolkit that is locked away. With the file cabinets. Lol
I figured out when some of the push and pull and silent treatments were going to end. Sometimes it would be three hours, one day, or three days. I just kept thinking that it would be over soon as long as I kept supporting and reassuring her that everything was going to be ok. Then I would be back in her arms and back to “normal” ( golden period). It happened so often that I got addicted to that feeling.
Hi Anna. Good to see you back. Mr. Tudor, being the amazing teacher he is, has taught us that through no contact, you can prevent being in spheres 1-5. However, its the 6th one I’m referring to. You’ve kept no contact, stayed under the radar, and once again the sun is shining, the weather is sweet. Life is good again. That’s when the alarms at the super secret control center go off. There must be a telepathic connection, because I don’t believe these hoovers occur randomly when there has been no trigger from us. Maybe I’m just a conspiracy theorist 😉
Love
Sixth sphere is random reminder. Fate, destiny, planets aligning, the Beatles broke up, whatever. Random. No conspiracy or is there? Area 54 could be Narc Central.
Lol now you’re talking Skully. 👽
yes I agree it must be telepathy! my exN for 8y did not see me going out at all with my friends. I used to visit them etc.stay over night but did not have courage to go out for a glass of wine at all. and THIS ONE NIGHT one only he has called me n once I’ve picked up the phone he said :”you are out with A slagging yourself, aren’t you!?” OMG I WAS SOOO SHOCKED. trust me there was no chance he could have known from any other source or person that this one time I went out with her…. me n her been SHOCKED .she said her exN was exactly the same ..
Hi Forgotten. Could he have been stalking you all that time?
This piece is extraordinary . You can do it all . You can write and create books . You can sing. You have no problems communicating with strangers and obviously are not shy . Now all we have to do is get you to love 🙂❤️
Do you accept the challenge Starr?
I will always believe and hope that you will feel love and happiness one day without manipulations and fuel , and I will always believe that maybe one day it will click in your head that we are not objects. Although I tried for two years to get my ex to stop hurting me and he never did I will always believe in his angel and hope that he can turn his life around and stop cheating .
X Ambassadors – Hang On. When you feel like Indiana Jones is opening line.
https://youtu.be/Z4tSPFE4ANA
For a codependent, it is not the prize of a trip back to golden times we are seeking. You are the idol. We need to worship you, at all times. And if you do discard us, and we are forced to leave, then that throne must be replaced by another idol.
Well put Love.
Thank you. 😊
“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. ”
“Indiana Jones wouldn’t even attempt it, but as Indiana Empath you will.”
Absolutely.
Bloody brilliant.
Thank you BE, it has to be bloody coming from you.
Bloody Brilliant + Bloody_Elemental = Bloody Elebrilliant.
You do bring out the beast (I mean best!) in me, HG.
Ha ha very good.