And when the new supply starts running dry, when the show isn’t giving them the attention they crave, that’s when they monkey branch—swinging between you and the new supply, dangling from one to the other, never letting go of either. It’s a circus act of manipulation.
But I want to be very clear about this: when they Hoover, it doesn’t mean they’ve changed. It doesn’t mean they’ve turned a corner. It doesn’t mean they’ve seen the light. It means they’ve seen their defeat. They’ve seen the one that got away rise from the ashes, and it burns their ego to the ground.
To them, you aren’t a soul they’ve lost; you’re a possession that slipped through their hands. Every victory you celebrate is a mirror of their failure. That rage doesn’t disappear; it redirects. And the new supply standing in the shadows becomes a target. They’re punished for your freedom; they’re scapegoated for your escape. And so the cycle deepens, darker and crueler than before.
Now, let’s lift this beyond the surface and look at what’s really happening in the spiritual realm, because this isn’t just about broken relationships—it’s about broken souls. The behavior of the narcissist is a mirror of a deep emptiness inside, a wound that no praise, no partner, no possession can ever fill. It’s a hollow place, a desert of the heart, a void they keep trying to stuff with the validation of others. Yet, the more they take, the emptier they become.
This is why they can’t touch the divine. This is why real love, real humility, and real connection slip through their fingers like sand. The ego has grown so large, so inflated that it blocks out the light of God. Where there should be surrender, there is pride. Where there should be compassion, there is control. Where there should be truth, there is deception.
But hear me: a soul anchored in God doesn’t need to dominate. A person rooted in truth doesn’t need to manipulate. When your worth flows from the living well of the Spirit, you don’t go begging for drops from others. That’s why the narcissist lives in what I call a state of spiritual poverty. They don’t just love themselves; they worship an image of themselves—a distorted idol, a reflection in a cracked mirror.
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