The Relational Tower
I sit up on high in my Relational Tower. I can see so much from this throne.
I look to the north and see the golden and shimmering lines which extend from me to my loyal subjects across the land. I see my supporters, my followers and my coterie going about their daily lives but all the while connected to me. They feel such privilege to be linked to me, their liege and I feed on that sense of privilege and the admiration and that adoration which is entwined around it.
I look to the south and see yet more lines of sparkling gold which link between me and my most devout lieutenants. From my vantage point I can signal to them and they will obey, carrying out my commands, executing my diktats and honouring my instructions. It is a source of great comfort to gaze in their direction and observe their industry on my behalf.
I look to the east and frown at the assembled legions which march towards me. The malcontents, the rejected, the fools and the idiots, all those who have taken up against me and now march in the expectation that they will unseat me. Yet further lines span out from me to these traitors. Dark purple lines, nearly invisible against the glowering firmament, these multitudinous lines which have those transgressors permanently attached to me and through which I pull, twist and yank. They moan, they wail and they lament their fate but there is no hope for any other for these are those who bear the stain of betrayal, the putrid stench of sedition emanates from their shambling frames. Let them come, let them advance towards me and I shall watch them as they break against my tower, like waves against the rocks as they are sent scattering and dissipating into so much spray. I watch them from afar, sometimes commanding my lieutenants to enter the fray to cajole and direct, a myriad of gold and purple shimmering and glinting as the lines combine. From time to time the purple becomes golden as by my most glorious bounty I bestow the wondrous joy upon the select few.
I look to the west and there I see you. You shine with such glory, the golden line between you and I fizzing with effervescence. A thick line which coils about your wrists, torso and throat, sending that precious essence towards me. There are days when that connection will dim to the purple of guilt, the thick line becoming stretched and thinned, but never ever breaking. I watch you as you journey towards me, face upturned, eyes rapturous, hands outstretched as the light burns brighter and those who are less than me would struggle to gaze upon you, but I always will. Though I may turn my face away from you from time to time, my dark eyes will always look for you.
I watch you all as you journey towards me, the supporters, the lieutenants, the outcasts and you. I can see it all from this elevated position as I organise, direct and orchestrate. I know what you want. I know what you all want, each and every one of you.
I am attached to you all, you are bound to me, some tighter than others, some with those chains which bite and burn, others who raise no objection to their silken bondage, but all are bound to me. I made it so. I wanted that. I am connected to so many of you. I have a relationship with each and every one. Our relational proximity varies from stranger to intimate partner, from minion to inner circle friend, from colleague to family member and so on. Relationships. I have them by the hundred and create more each day, reaching out with my tendrils of gold and purple in order to remain exactly where I want to be – at the centre in my tower.
I know why you all head towards me. You want to enter this tower and thus gain admittance to me. You wish to unlock the vast gate and pass through the imposing portal to enable you to climb the winding stone steps, each time passing without hindrance or complication through the many doors and gates which guard my inner sanctum.
I know you want to enter my inner sanctum.
Some of you want to cradle what you find there. Some of you wish to possess what your eyes will rest upon. Some of you wish to claim a portion for yourselves and be forever imbued with its effects. Some of you wish to release what is in this inner sanctum. Some of you wish to understand what lies there. Some of you wish to destroy what is revealed.
Whatever it might be, the hundreds of relationships which I have, no matter how long, how strong and how tightly bound or otherwise these may be all seek to enter my Relational Tower and penetrate the inner sanctum.
This cannot happen.
I made this tower. I built it high. I built the walls deep and thick, constructed from the stones of denial and the slabs of deflection all held in place with the mortar of fuel. I fashioned the thick timbers of the door from projection, the timber bolted together through triangulation and the lock created from a steely gaze and iron resolve. The heavy bar that is set against it arose from the blame-shifting. I have set many traps and pitfalls within this tower in order to prevent anybody reaching the inner sanctum. The stone steps are smeared with vitriol, the walls spiked with character assassination, cauldrons wait to pour their heated fury onto you and cast you in deep pits of despair. The stone is so thick that there is only ever silence here, it as if the very walls are giving you a cold and baleful stare. Everything that I have learned will be used to impede your progress, hamper and hinder you so you may not ever reach that inner sanctum.
I know you all want to go there. I know you want to reach deep inside of me, into my inner sanctum but I must not allow it. I dare not. I cannot admit anybody. Ever.
I built this tower high. I built it thick. I made it impenetrable.
I built it to keep you out.
I built it to keep me in.
We are always connected but so long as I remain in my Relational Tower in such spending isolation then my inner sanctum remains preserved and so do I.
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I understand, Leonard. And want nothing.
I won’t be posting here anymore, cause you don’t release any of my comments anymore.
Maybe one day when you go thru the gene therapy you will invite me back in here, Leo.
Agnes
You may be a soulless demon, but you’re a damn good writer. And unlike you people, my compliments have no agenda.
And now I sit up on high in my tower. I changed the locks & hold the keys * no Narc on this planet is ever, ever going to get to me again .
Oh HG, I just read the tale about the box of pandora again. Please keep it inside and built your walls much higher. That is the best way to protect us.
Yes, your inner sanctum. We all try to find out , what is inside in your tower. We believe there is some gold inside your treasure chest. And we try and try and try to conquer that tower. Your inner sanctum ? Just another euphemistic expression for void, emptiness, bitterness, self-pity, hate for others, self-hate, envy, fury, megalomania, paranoia and a black hole to absorb energy. The box of pandora. That is all we could find. To hide that, you built that tower,
How can you become an unattractive fuel prospect if you are stuck in the 6th sphere?
You need to understand CK that being stuck in the sixth sphere causes the Hoover Trigger. That is nothing to do with being an unattractive fuel prospect and indeed that has no impact on the Hoover Trigger. Being an unattractive fuel prospect impacts on the Hoover Execution Criteria.
I provoked him yesterday. Sent him a sorry message from the account he is playing with. He did not respond but the number of attempts skyrocketed. His furry must have ignited. Obviously malice obsession. Have you any clue what I can expect? I feel like provoking him more…
Oh shit… I sent the same message twice. I guess both your facades needed that memo.
I am so enjoying stealing your stolen energy :). This shit is cracking me up. Oh, btw… You are famous on POF in certain locales. You’re like my cute little flaming handgun. K’Pow k’pow Boom kablooey! Virtual hand genades all over the Internet! Hahaha. Good thing I’m not trying to date at the moment. All the fish are toxic anyway… Right, IamFishhead?
I am so enjoying stealing your stolen energy :). This shit is cracking me up. Oh, btw… You are famous on POF in certain locales. You’re like my cute little flaming handgun. K’Pow k’pow Boom kablooey! hand genades all over the Internet! Hahaha. Good thing I’m not trying to date at the moment. All the fish are toxic anyway… Right, IamFishhead?
So did I. You will never know me. *wavesish*
A vision of hell.
With the tower as a landmark.
You will never change also. Which is a good thing if you are happy with the way you are but if you aren’t you will stay forever that way.
That is a good question. Do you feel content HG? Just curious if that’s a feeling you can have. Or is it resignation?
There are occasions when that is achieved yes. Does not last though.
This is eerily similar to a poem I once wrote 3 years ago called “The Mountain”.
Instead of battlements and raging wars, the mountain was a testament to the defense around my own heart. With guardians and puzzles. Knights and caverns of tests. A broken queen with warmness at the top. Willing to give to those in need or help the downtrodden. Connection to all but somewhat displaced due to never finding that true love we all seek.
In relation to empaths, or the Super Empath, the difference of the battle is protection around our own weaknesses. As one grows in wisdom of helping others, sacrifice, truth never being taken, watching corrosion around us, and also being let down by abuse: A wall can grow in it’s place but creates strength.
Perhaps it is not too far from the truth in the case of such concepts being similar to a certain degree. The difference being, our sanctum can be entered to provide that which others need. Even if it takes time and effort for some of us. The wall will eventually crumble or certain provisions are given.
In this case for you, HG, it’s impenetrable. Thank you for sharing again. A powerful piece.
You are welcome.
Meh … Hugh … Hugh Hefner? Those powerful highs make me squint my eyes in suspicion ….
Enjoy the feeling of magnificence while it lasts we all know it won’t for long and then your little minions will have Hell to pay 💰- A pound of flesh or gold ?
S
Rapunzel, rapunzel! Throw down your hair!.
…..One from the west…. shining.