The Holy Narcissist
The holy narcissist is one of the especially effective members of the narcissistic brethren. The attraction of religion but moreover being a member of the clergy carries with it considerable advantages for those of our kind who manage to install themselves within organised religion.
The holy narcissist is nigh on impeachable. What better authority can there be for always being right, always having the high ground and always being revered than as an instrument of God? The holy narcissist has the supreme power in his corner and a book full of phrases and sentences that he can turn to in support of his wisdom. He is here to do good work and by virtue of his position he is assumed to be truthful, kind, compassionate and empathic. The holy narcissist has one of the most effective facades one might hope to see amongst our kind. His is not a façade which has to be worked at through the careful application of community works, diligent industry at work and all round good guy in the neighbourhood. No, the holy narcissist has centuries of instilled goodness to drape around him in an impenetrable cloak of goodness. He has saints and apostles marching behind him, archangels hovering above him, charitable works to point to, the salvation of the sick, the poor and the needy, all woven into this vast façade.
Once he joins the clergy he can avail himself of this façade in an instant. There is no steady and incremental accumulation of the veneer of respectability like the rest of our kind but instead it is akin to placing a cloak around himself and immediately he has a façade and not just a façade, but perhaps the ultimate façade on which to rely.
He is the embodiment of goodness, God’s word flows through him and as such he can act with unquestionable authority. He has zealots ready to support him and to shout down the heretics. Even though organised religion may not wield the power that it once did, one would be foolish to underestimate its effect still. Even those who do not believe and readily bait and insult those who do, are likely to think twice before attacking a man of the cloth. They wear God’s armour and the indoctrination of people, even those who have rejected the notion of such a being, means they would hesitate before launching some kind of attack against a member of the clergy. I have seen it happen. Those who are vociferous in all other aspects still show a deference to that dog collar.
A position in religion appeals greatly to our kind. You are blessed with an instant authority. You have scriptures, texts and readings which are used as a form of law to castigate mortal man and thus allow the holy narcissist to maintain superiority. There are grand and ornate ceremonies which the holy narcissist is the centre of. He dresses differently from the simplicity of the Catholic black which distinguished from others in the community to the papal splendour of the man (almost) at the top. Decadence, shiny and glittering decadence abounds and he even is able to stand at preach at his fellow man and woman. How does he do so? From the elevated position of the pulpit. Proof, if proof were needed that he is greater than those around him and finds himself part way between heaven and earth.
Where confession plays a part he is able to absorb the sins of his worshippers. The narcissist always needs to know and of course knowledge is power. Being privy to the foibles, sins and vulnerabilities of someone on the other side of that screen (who is of course readily known) vests considerable power in the holy narcissist. He is able to scold and upbraid and is thanked for doing so. He doles out devaluation on a daily basis and is met with the grateful thanks of those who seek absolution.
Should you offend him you are not just discarded but you are banished, made a pariah and few can smear you so darkly as one who apparently operates from the side of light. Step out of line with the holy narcissist and see how quickly the community is mobilised against you. You are snubbed at church (if you dare to appear) and this tarring and feathering leaks out into the community as a whole as the holy narcissist does not just have a coterie but he has a congregation. He does not just have Lieutenants, he has vergers and sextons, he has bishops and archbishops who will close ranks and turn their backs on those who speak ill of one of their own.
Try to speak out and expose the holy narcissist and he will describe you as ‘troubled’ and that he will pray for you, further advancing how filled with goodness he is and there must be something seriously wrong and deviant with you if you are resorting to making accusations against man of the cloth.
The holy narcissist has a position of considerable privilege. An ancient and powerful institution which resolutely supports him, the commanding word of God to dispense, the impressive façade and always the capacity to exploit a person’s fear of their own mortality. As it has been stated before, there were no atheists in the trenches. When the chips are down you either call out to God or your mother, usually both. When you know that despite all appearances, a person still has that need to call on a higher power when they are in fear, this places you in a powerful position.
This position comes with many benefits but the most attractive of all is the congregation. A loyal, devout conclave of fuel. Those who attend services, hold coffee mornings, raise collections, operate soup kitchens and so forth are the foot soldiers of empathy. They are inherently good people who care, who are honest and decent and they wish to exhibit their goodness through good acts and deeds. How they respond and light up when the holy narcissist moves amongst them thanking them for their endeavours. Their faces turn to the holy narcissist, rapt with delight, fuel gushing for them as the holy narcissist sweeps through his worshippers, drinking deep of their admiration, their love and their compassion. It is these people who are doing the dirty work, standing in the cold shaking a collecting tin, feeding down and outs in the less desirable areas of the city and walking mile upon mile to gather donations for the charity shop or food parcels. The holy narcissist will tap into this collective goodness and bolt it on to his façade. He will front the mission’s work, the output as he receives the earnest thanks of the disadvantaged and yet more fuel.
This congregation will round on transgressors, they will offer up delicious fuel as a host of secondary sources which has the holy narcissist positively drenched in the positive fuel. With firebrand enthusiasm, the holy preacher will set his sights on those who apparently do evil and will contentedly draw their ire and the associated negative fuel. He is unswayed. The Big Man has his back and with that it is ever onwards Christian soldiers. No matter what form this religion might take, there will always be holy narcissists in their numbers. There is so much that appeals and accords with the narcissist that organised religion will always attract our kind. The ready availability of unquestionable moral authority which is plated and welded to the narcissistic mind set of superiority, omnipotence and grandiosity makes for a heady concoction indeed. Many struggle to escape the clutches of a holy narcissist and if they do not comply, they are hammered into submission by one of the master strokes of organised religion, the concept of guilt.
Empathic individuals are burdened by guilt and with a book full of quotations that support this construct, the holy narcissist has a field day as he exploits this inherent trait of those who he deals with. You must never question him but you must question yourself because you are prone to sin, you are weighed down by guilt and therefore it is always your fault. It is manna from heaven for the narcissist. Everything about organised religion either elevates him or provides him with a set of tools and methods for keeping his congregation and worshippers submissive, appreciative and loyal. He is able to call on near total dedication and loyalty and if the occasional member strays out of line he has the means and the clerical muscle to either bring them back under his control or banish them into the wilderness. Exerting such control and being able to reap the fuel rewards demonstrates how supine his congregation becomes when it is in the hands of the holy narcissist.
No wonder it is referred to as his flock.
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“The holy narcissist is nigh on impeachable.”
Some of HG’s YouTube posts include wonderful pieces of music either at the start or end of the videos or livestreams.
I hope you are planning to make more albums of music, HG, in addition to ‘At Tudor Towers’. Any new albums would be welcome and should definitely include the music featured in your YouTube videos. Personally, I find albums easier to play and listen to on repeat than individual pieces of music.
I shall do so.
That’s excellent HG, I look forward to it.
Oh, just remembered that I had watched a movie and then read about abuse of women and children in the Amish community (or some Amish communities), where perpetrators get away with just anything because they “must be forgiven”. So the ministers know all about it but they are “doing God’s will” forgiving those men, whose punishment is 6 weeks of having to stay at home where the same girls are doing all the hard work and serving him. ,
HG, can there be any doubt that Sam Bankman-fried is a narcissist with his “effective altruism” while assets disappeared, and also went to Democrats and lawyers, in millions, and also being involved in Ukraine and getting investments from there? And with all “senior executives”, and CEOs being his buddies / lovers?
He is a narcissist.
Super good and important article!!!
HG’s video on The Holy Narcissist on Youtube helped me a few months ago a lot to understand my PatriNarc, my family and the societies of the West: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEI7utOx4Rk
And to understand the country I am born in, born in its history, religion and culture.
The song “Deutschland” by Rammstein: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQM1c-XCDc
Today it is Sunday it is time now to go to church: Please pray for me HG 😉
The holy narcissist preaching about things like goodness, kindness, forgiveness, tolerance, love, etc, is probably one of the most detestable kinds of narcissist.
I remember going to church when I was a child and I didn’t really get the meaning behind the ritualistic mass that required church-goers to stand up, say a prayer out loud, then sit down, then kneel, then queue up for the host, etc. In between these actions, the priest explained what an imaginary God expected people to do. Even as a child, I thought it was tedious, regimented and didn’t make much sense. My parents didn’t attend church very often. I did go to Sunday school though and we did attend mass for the major religious days
One day, the hypocrisy of some avid churchgoers was made clear to me. On this particular day, I decided to walk home from school. The walk was quite long – about 45 minutes – and normally I would catch the school bus home. On the odd occasion if I missed the bus or felt like walking, I would walk instead.
At the time, I was probably 12 or 13. I was about 15 minutes into the walk when it began to rain and soon it was pelting down. It was an unexpected shower and I didn’t have an umbrella. While walking I was getting drenched, so I decided to stop at the nearest bus-stop instead of walking the rest of the way.
While waiting at the bus-stop, I was still getting wet because there was no bus-shelter. I tried to get as much shelter as possible from the electrical post that was the bus-stop. While waiting in the rain, shivering and wet, I saw a neighbour drive by. I looked at her and she looked at me, so I know she saw me. It would have been difficult to miss me standing there at the edge of the road in the rain. She didn’t stop even though we lived on the same street and her house was several houses away from mine. I’m guessing she was probably on her way home because it wasn’t a long distance.
This particular neighbour was a well-known, avid church-goer. She would attend mass at the nearby church at least twice a week, sometimes three times. She attended Sunday mass religiously (pardon the pun). Yeah, she was such a great ‘christian’.
At the moment when I watched her turn her head away and drive on while I was standing in the rain getting soaked, I realised that all her obsessive mass attendance was sheer bunkum. She was a hypocrite.
True.. nobody can afford to offend him because they will one day need him for a marriage, baptism or funeral ..even if they don’t want him to know all their dirty secrets.
His intoxicating power makes certain men/women fling themselves at him.
Very few are genuine believers.