War Machine
I am a seething bundle of conflict and vitriol. I have my fury churning away ready to be ignited at a moment’s criticism. The song once asked, “War, what is it good for?” My answer would be. Absolutely everything. War is the tool by which I reign and by which you are kept doing what I want. Providing me with compliance and fuel. I am on a permanent war footing because I am red of tooth and claw. I must always be ready to defend myself against your uncalled for and unwarranted attacks which you are prone to launching my way. I do not know why you do this but you always want to put me down, blame me or go one better than me. I cannot understand why you behave this way, not after I do so much for you. Yet you always do it, managing to ignite my fury with your words and actions. I have no choice of course. I have to exert my superiority over you and if I was to ever fail to respond to your attack then I would be doomed. In fact, so used have I become to these unnecessary and gratuitous assaults which you launch against me that I will often launch my own pre-emptive strike designed to keep you in your place. I am in control. I am god of the world I have created for us and you must always remember this. I would much rather not have to do this. I would prefer not to lash you with my vicious tongue, roll out a silent treatment or in the case of the less sophisticated of our kind, subject you to a battering from fists and feet, but you bring it on yourself. You should know by now what I like and what I dislike, yet you infuriate me still by saying and doing the wrong things. I know you do it on purpose because you are trying to assert some kind of power and authority over me. I have no idea why you feel the need to do this because you cannot ever outgun me. I have batteries of malevolent missiles to launch your way, megatons of vicious exploding insults to rain down on you and so much firepower that I could annihilate you a hundred times over.
Yet, notwithstanding my superior armaments you still insist on trying to do me down and thus I have no choice but to smash through your boundaries, exert my control and blitzkrieg you into defeat. You should know that someone like me who is in a permanent state of war-readiness cannot be defeated. In fact, I know that you do know this but you still exhibit some perverted delight in trying to prove me wrong. You should have learned by now that I am always right and you should accept this. Yet you keep trying to correct me or even worse show me up in front of others. It is little wonder that in the face of such provocation that I erupt behind closed doors and steamroller you into submission. You then have the audacity to call me for my unreasonable behaviour when you started it. This is why I truly do think that there is something wrong with you. Any nation that decided to embark on a full-scale war with the might of a superpower such as the USA would be deemed crazy, it would be a self-destructive and suicidal act. Yet, in the same way you see the might of my firepower, my array of gleaming guns, miles of ammunition and battalion after battalion of trauma tanks and you still provoke me. My fearsome fighter planes which unleash their manipulative missiles against you and the squadrons of bombers which are always ready to carpet bomb you with malice into total submission are obvious to see and yet you still insist on engaging in war with me. I am the lord of war; it is what I have been created for. I am always ready for the fight, I am on high alert and in the moment of a murmured insult I launch into action. I am highly-trained and designed for combat. You are not and still you engage me, trying to outflank me and outwit me. You launch trumped-up accusations at me but they will fall short of their intended target and then you will be subjected to the full might of my armies as I strike back. Anybody who would goad a superpower such as myself is clearly insane and your repeated attempts to do this put you firmly in this category. It is only the truth I therefore tell when my propaganda broadcasts to your family and friends point out that you are clearly unhinged. You are. Your repeated attempts to topple me bear testament to this insanity on your part.
Everything about me is designed to defeat you. I am the anointed one. I am the king of this kingdom and can never be usurped. This is why I have been created as the total war machine. I have been designed in this way to always triumph, my ever-ready condition a necessary pre-requisite to crushing any rebellion on your part. Why not for once finally submit to my hegemonic control? Why not recognise that you can never win and submit to my good governance? After all, I only have your best interests at heart. You cannot defeat a machine which is always primed for war. An outbreak of peace will do you the world of good won’t it?
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Hi HG, this is a random question and not really relevant to this particular post , but when are you going to talk about the Creature , have you written the book yet ? I think the creature is emotions ? But I’m not really sure ?
When will this information be available?
Thank you
Hello Lisa, the book is still in progress.
I hate that word triangulate, because of its destructive force.
I wish i could annihilate it completely from within every human being.
It is an evil most fiend.
Hi HG
Why would a narcissist keep blocking and unblocking an ex girlfriend on FB when they are not friends , not in contact by the narcs choice ? What would be the point ?
Any thoughts ?
Hi Lisa,
How do you know they are not friends?
Assuming though that they are not, he is doing it as a form of hoover in order to manipulate a response and I suspect he will be doing it to triangulate.
I know because she’s a friend of mine she believes him to have npd and has been on and off with him for a year . But has really not seen him for 7 months , he has sent the odd text . They have never actually been friends on fb , but she can see if she’s blocked or unblocked . It’s not me !! I’ve been back with mine since sept and still together !!!
We just can’t really work out what he’s getting out of it , but we think he knows that she looks at his fb as she is still not over him , even though it’s been 7 months
War and peace can never understand each other.
Neither can one worship war and hope for peace.
If you are war and I am peace, then it is obviuos that conflicts will never cease.
But I also engaged in war when peace is stolen in order to at least make my stand strong.
I challenge you because although you fight for your good motives, I have mine which deserve to be equally considered.
I have the right to fight for what is the core of my own being.
You are War and i am Peace.
Your weapon cannot destroy what is true and eternal.
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God, for the tearing down of stronghold, casting down imaginations and every hight thing that exaulteth itself against the knowlege of God.
Not the God of this world, but the Creator of life.
You say that you havev been created for war? Then i must have been created for peace.
Then there will always be enmity between us.
Then it is futile for both trying submitting the other into obedience and submission.
It will never happen.
But I have an advantage over you: LOVE. By which you could never experience in all your warfare.
Love is an indestructible force.
HG, i have been on this blog for abt 6 months now i believe. I think being here has been so effective, that i think (fingers crossed) i am finally over my ex. Your blog is very therapeutic. Thank you!
You are welcome PANA
Very therapeutic. Never thought about narcissism.
Everything you speak of is him. I’m a classic empath. He was told he would never get any where with me. I felt like a hunted animal. He would not give up. 2 star gen in military. Always said no one in military or his business told him what to do. Married 41 years & ditched me when I had 2 knees replaced. Guess the court told him what to do. He is real mad
Its terrible to realize your mother was a narc and to realize that a narc who targeted you as a teen, set the incredibly false stage for what love is. I thought those kinds of games were all a part of love. I was so clueless that it wasn’t normal behavior. None of it was in my mother’s part or his. Well, normal in narc world it might be, but it wasn’t ever love. It was abuse.
Sunshine,
Beautiful, spot-on vision and comment! You are also describing the current US President. After “An outbreak of peace will do you the world of good won’t it?” I am left with the thought that Armageddeon is about to commence. We are just in the pre-math of the 7 years of tribulation, that for the mercy of God will only be 3.5… With the outbreak of world peace with the aid of a narcissistic sociopath.
Did you sense that too, Michele?
Re your Armageddon and Trump comment… This thread topic is ‘war machine’ and there’s a ‘war machine’ in the song 99 Red Balloons.
That song is all about a misinterpretation, an overreaction, leading to total destruction and Armageddon. There’s also a line “The President is in the line”.
Uncomfortable parallels there.
Spot on Michelle. Think HG is lining us up for a post on Trump and that Trump is showing his true Narcissistic tendencies. In light of the fact that the most powerful man in the world is an overt narcissist, thist post is SCARY.
The President Trump article will be published later this week.
You are clearly insane, and have a very vivid imagination. You aren’t as invincible and indestructible as you think. Clearly, a fool. If anyone doesn’t see through your nonsense, they deserve what comes out of it. After reading some of your blogs, I feel amused, and literally laughed out loud, which is rare for me. You may be unforgettable, but not for the reasons you think.
Good song
What song is that? The one that comes to my mind is Nena- 99 Red Balloons:
“The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye…”
…except the soldiers of the third eye were sent to fight evil, and so if one were a true master, they would not ignite the fight in the empath and bring it against themselves. 😉 some empaths are just as supernaturally prepared for war, especially if abused in early childhood and primed by decades of abuse later, as well. So the question is, why not just master one’s own temper and let the empath fight the true evil instead of antagonizing them into a fight against oneself? I would say the narc is occasionally an emotional masochist perhaps? Idk.
Amber, I love that.
I read these things sometimes and end up scratching my head. Why did I end up sounding like HG?! So I love this, ‘my’ narc ignited the fight in this empath for sure. But to make the story worse, by your words, he had abused me as a young girl. Its almost too cruel to fathom that the fight he ignited in me was in part put there by him. I even told him once, I am in part who I am because of what people like himbdid to me. When they were done with me. So I really appreciate your post as I was at first feeling, why do I feel like I ended up sounding like this myself?! Made worse by the fact that he ultimately accused me of always wanting war. Of me causing all this destruction. Any time I attempted to ‘come in peace’, war always ended up erupting in me. I finally got he was often the one provoking it. He really provoked all of it from his first devalue or rather, from his first mega move to set up control which is all the devalues are. Tactical moves on his part. I wonder that, too. So much ability to lure people in. And so many end in fights and in his abandonment, to some degree. Certainly with me. Isn’t this slightly masochistic on his part?
This is who I am as well. I am a warrior. My ex used to accuse me of being a witch…Hahaha, no my love. Something much much worse than that for you.
Fighting talk, to be sure. Yet I am left with the impression of a super-fragile ego, a sugar-paper machine gun; with lashings of defensiveness. Arrested development; an angry teenager, trapped in an adult’s body. Don’t you want to grow up, HG?