Your World In My Eyes



I want you to look into my eyes and there you will find yourself. You will see everything that you have ever desired in my eyes. Every hope you have will shine from my eyes, everything you have every wanted will be visible to you. However, you will not look on the ordinary version of those things that you covet. You will see the enhanced variety, the shining and gleaming types of those things which you hold dear. I want you to stare deep into my eyes and focus on what you find there. Allow yourself to become absorbed by those deep pools of desire as you begin to lose yourself. It is only natural to want to fall into what you see, to let go of those constraints and inhibitions so that you become consumed totally by what you are looking upon. No harm can come of it for you are only staring at the very things which matter to you. Honesty, humility, humour and desire. Integrity, values and passion. Everything which you regard as a virtue can be seen in the world that I have created in my eyes. What you tell me, both directly and indirectly, will invariably come into your view within a matter of moments. It is like a far flung barren planet which has been discovered by intergalactic explorers who commence terraforming of the planet in order to make it habitable. Everything you want becomes a reality as they are formed in this world right before you. The interests you have appear; the places you enjoy visiting come into view and the events that you like to attend flare up. You are hypnotised as this wonderful world forms in my eyes, all generated by you although you are so taken by the process and what you see that you do not realise that all I am doing is taking the materials that you are furnishing me with and replicating all those things that you want to see. I am skilled in ensuring you tell me everything about yourself to add to all the preparatory work that I undertook before I made my move. Like ingredients in a particularly delicious cocktail I combine all of these things which matter to you and weave my magic to create a drink which you will never want to stop drinking. It is intoxicating and invigorating, an addictive concoction that once you have taken your first sip you will continue to draw deep on. You have no chance to escape because from the moment I cause you to look deep into my eyes I show you all the things that you want. I show you the world where you are queen, where nothing will ever hurt you, where your true worth has been recognised by me. This world is perfect. Everything is in its place and accords with your values. You ever stop to question how is it that I have been able to create this world so accurately and so brilliantly. You do not query how this creation is so magnificent because it is everything that you have always wanted. From the fairy tale existence you promised yourself as a young girl through to the correct treatment that you deserve as the decent person that you are, everything appears on this world which I have tailor made for you. It is captivating, mesmerising and alluring. You want this world more than anything you have ever known. You want to be absorbed by it and to fall deep into its fabric, cossetted by the security that it provides. Nothing goes wrong on this world, it is a clear utopia and best of all it is right there before you. All you need to do is maintain my gaze, letting yourself fall deep, deep into this marvellous world and everything will be alright. Everything will remain wonderful.

What you never realise is that this world will be consumed in an instance. In just one blink, this utopia will be obliterated and it will be as if it never existed. The dark inky pools that are the reality of these eyes will devour this created world, erasing it just as readily as a black hole consuming a planet. Once again the darkness will take hold and annihilate the fabrication which you held so dear. Even when this happens you will go on searching though. You will stare deep into my eyes, trying to find this world again amidst the ink-black darkness. There is no light that can shine any longer which may just happen to illuminate where this world has gone to. The darkness is absolute because it is the darkness that is the reality. Not that it will stop you trying. You will keep looking and searching, trying to find the perfect world once again, hoping for it to emerge into the light once again. You will keep trying and that is why we show you the world in our eyes.

14 thoughts on “Your World In My Eyes

  1. BraveHeart says:

    It’s so hard to read this again because it takes me back to a time when I absolutely thought everything was real. I can’t thank you enough for turning on the light for me, HG! It was the most traumatic time of my life when I had no choice but to face the truth. Lucky for me, I’ve always been that truth-seeker, so I knew immediately that everything you were saying was the real truth my soul had been searching for.

  2. You meanie! That’s not nice! It’s a lie!
    Liar liar pants on fire!! ♨️👖♨️

  3. Twilight says:

    This made me think of the darkness I experienced deep in a cave and the lights went out, it consumed everything.

  4. MsSevyn says:

    The truth hurts, then it sets you free. I remember exactly where I was when I had the realization our whole relationship had been a fabricated lie. My N and I had never been in the same relationship…two completely different realities. The pain was incredible. After that, I had to go through the stages of grief for a relationship that never happened.

  5. amedford22 says:

    Sorry to hear that

  6. Love says:

    Mr. Tudor, do you think only Greaters have this power? I cannot give my mids credit for mesmerizing me and selling me candyland with their eyes. My lessers and mids fulfilled a need within me. I was drawn to them because they were familiar. However, none looked deep within me and reflected my golden dreams or nightmares back to me.
    Also, as a codependent, I become whomever my narc wishes me to be. I am not my genuine self. And none of my narcs ever bothered to look further in to see my true identity. They were quite content with my facade because it served them well (as was my intent).

    1. HG Tudor says:

      It is more likely with Upper Mids and Greaters, Love.

  7. katanon666 says:

    I was doing so well. Hadn’t cried in a week. This made me cry.

    1. Snow White says:

      Hi Katanon,
      You were doing great.
      One week sounds like a lot of progress to me.
      I rarely write a comment here without it affecting me and getting emotional.
      HG’s articles make me think and they bring me into his world.
      A big hug for you. ❤️

    2. Twilight says:

      Katanon you are doing fabulous, before long you will look back and realize tears of grief have been replaced by tears of joy. Yet HGs work is very emotionally provoking. Truth is like that. He has made me go from anger (at his mother) to a full range of emotions.

  8. Brian says:

    Nicely constructed gingerbread house you have here

  9. red says:

    HG, in a book by a diffetent author, it says that going no contact isnt about taking away the N’s supply because their ego was already inflated and will never deflate. And the N had more of a intrest in destroying the victim, not using so much using for fuel. Is it possible that a N can be that wicked their main focus is destroying, not refueling? It kinda puts things in a different light to think a N isnt just a scared kid with a void, but someone that fills his own void with ego and is out to destroy. I was rationalizing in my mind the ex was a scared kid, but a destructive monster seems to fit my intuition better for some reason. Maybe because he had been for years so up and down angry, lashing, jealous, demeaning, destructive to any good or light i offered, and now just plain old nasty and destructive.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Thanks for the different POV Red but I do not regard that as correct. It is all about the fuel.

      1. Sharon Marinucci says:

        I Guess All About FUEL Isn’t It ? My Suffering Doesn’t Matter Does It ?I Have Learned From My Parents. THAT SHARON ,And Her Wants And Needs Would Never Matter 18 Years I Didn’t Count ,45 Years With My Cerebral NARCISSIST Husband. I Learned. I Didn’t Matter , YOU H. G. MADE ME SEE HOW MUCH I. MATTER ,I Was Always True. To My self

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