Category: Self awareness

  • I Like Me

    I’ve been pondering on writing this piece for a few days now, wondering if it is suitable, wondering how to express it, especially as it’s kind of simple. Full disclosure, I have been back receiving therapy since October, on that journey of remaking, regrouping and rebuilding. One of the revelations from it, was the simple yet, deep self -love and compassion acceptance of myself, to the point where I can say and believe the three words above.

    Then this morning I saw the image I’ve included below, by my friend Andy, it was the spark to the flame of this piece. Do check his work out, he is an incredible artist.

    3 simple words.

    I

    Like

    Me

    Can you say them?

    Do you believe them?

    Those three simple words.

    I. Like. Me

    Image by Andy Gray, Email Website

    But I feel so empty?

    But I feel so ugly?

    But I dont feel good enough?

    If you knew what I had done I the past, you wouldn’t like me

    But. But.

    I’ve been told i’m full of sin and shame

    I was abused and neglected

    I feel overwhelmed and responsible

    I feel out of control

    I have so many feelings

    I can’t like me, I can’t , there’s just too much about me not to like

    Is that true? really is that true?

    My friend, that voice is lying to you.

    what about the daft things?

    like what?

    like when Ive forgotten to send that email, or I tripped over the cat, or put peanut butter in the fridge, or when I let those plants die and..

    I really beat myself up for letting the plants die

    It’s ok, you give yourself such a hard time, listen but doubt this voice

    It’s time to realise that you don’t have to believe this voice anymore.

    There is nothing stopping you from being able and willing to like yourself.

    Genuinely, 100% genuinely. 

    Who is listening to the voice telling you that you’re not good enough? Thats you. And you are more, you are bigger and you are the listener of the voice.

    So, you can say the words, however, brave or courageous you need to be, its not weird at all – its just not been your norm, but now, now its time…

    Go on, say it, say it slow, write it down, look in the mirror with love and peace.

    I. like. me.

    There is no frailty, no addiction, no secret, no action, no torment, no worry, no fear, no concept, that is you.

    You are not those things, You are YOU.

    And you can like you.

    It is time to say the words.

    I like Me

    I like me, and I can breathe now

    I like me and when I sit it stillness, there is no torment, no mind fuckery

    I like me, and I dont need to do ..anything

    I like me…and I can rest

    I like me… and knowing this gives me freedom

    I like me… even with peanut butter in the fridge

    I like me…even if it cries

    I like me… even if it tries

    I like me….even if it feels

    I just like me.

    I like me… and I am not broken

    I like me.. and I deserve Happy and love and joy and all the best things

    I like me…

    When ‘I like me’ is more than a meme on Facebook, and self-care just a coping mechanism, but self love and compassion means a genuine sense of self acceptance (beyond self knowledge).

    I like me.

    If used properly, the same mental voice that has been a source of worry, distraction and general neurosis can become the launching ground for true spiritual awakening.

    The Untethered Soul, Michael A Singer, 2007

  • Who’s telling who?

    Who is it speaking?

    And who is it listening?

    Who is it hearing?

    and who is communicating?

    What happens when

    ‘I tell myself’

    Who is the I, and who is the myself and who is the one that sees this happen?

    Who is the I that thinks, who is the I and who is the my (self)?

    Am I the ‘me’ who tells?

    Am I the ‘me’ who listens?

    Who am I telling?

    Is my head, telling my heart, or vice versa?

    Who am I, beyond the telling and listening?

    Something beyond…

    Something beyond…

    And if that is me, what can it hear anyway?

    Does the soul have ears?

    So if I tell my-self that I am enough, or that I am amazing

    or beat myself up – who is doing the beating?

    Who is telling who?

    or I set myself goals?

    Who am I then?

    Because if neither is me, what might this mean?

    Who are the voices?

    and…why do I listen to them?

    So much sound, inside my head, is that where it is?

    Sounds, unreal, telling me the story, making sense, but sense to who?

    I speak, to myself, therefore I am?

    I hear, myself, therefore I am?

    or, I am which watches, which is mystically beyond the voice?

    Who is it speaking, when I tell myself?

    Do I know?

    Do I know the listener, the speaker or the silent one that watches?

  • Soul Words

    There’s so so many words around nowadays

    There’s so many places to write, comment and react

    Pictures to write tag lines

    Hashtags to gain attention

    Words dictated, words described

    Words

    The Noise of words

    And if i’m not careful, here’s some more.

    Stop.

    Pause.

    Stay.

    Here.

    Still.

    Just a bit longer.

    Love.

    Be.

    Love.

    You.

    Gentle.

    Open.

    Feel.

    May.

    Sense.

    Attune.

    To… that noise.

    Silent noise.

    Space

    Where you are.

    Hold it, Stay with it

    However uncomfortable.

    Notice.

    It is now.

    You are now.

    Play with now.

    Here.

    The gift.

    Of Now.

    Heart words.

    Soul words.

    In between the drowning noise.

  • I’m Glad my Mom Died

    I’m Glad my Mom Died

    ..is a raw, heartfelt, inspiring book.

    It’s about the way in which the unconscious expectations are placed on a child, it’s the story of how a child, then teenager, Jeannette McCurdy, has to resist growing up to maintain the fantasy of her mother, whom she adored, of being an actress.

    I have read many books on parents and narcissism, but this is the first book I have read that describes the story of what the child had to do, and the effects long term.

    There’s much in the book that I can relate to, there’s much that I have seen in other situations too.

    If you want to get an idea of the damage emotional and coercive abuse, by a mother, can do and looks like, and how it sits under the radar of criminality, but is wholly self absorbed and destructive, then this is it.

    It’s telling that the behaviour in the book has generational patterns, the grandmother was a similar whining moaning complaining woman. The men got all the blame (not doing enough, not meeting their needs, aloof, blamed for affairs to disorientate as the women were actually having affairs.. I’ll not tell spoilers) , the women sat aloof , controlling them all.

    The thread of the mother’s perpetual victim story, of having and surviving cancer runs through. This story is forced down her own children’s throats on home videos, and used as a lever to get acting roles for Jeannette, ‘tell them your mum survived cancer as part of the audition’ is often directed.

    The effect on Jeanette is continual people pleasing, pretending, orientating her entire life around not upsetting her mother,(who was always liable to cry, get angry, scream ‘ungrateful’ , or be disappointed) at any or regular occasions. Jeannette is on emotional alert all the time, in a life that until near the end of the book is not hers, but her mothers.

    Jeannette takes on, since childhood, the emotional regulation of her mom, as the one who can soothe her, who can make her mum happy, yet.. to keep the relationship and Jeannette in her mothers orbit, nothing, not even a good audition or making a part is good enough. So Jeannette is perpetually emotionally exhausted, and notably is comes as a shock in her mid twenties that she can think of herself also. But by this time she is high on alcohol and the effects of 12 years of eating disorders.

    Im glad my mom died is raw, it’s funny at times, and I found myself cheering Jeannette on for every healing conversation with a therapist and every step forward she was making, yet the catalogue of abuse and those who could take advantage of her extended beyond just her mother, which isn’t surprising.

    It would be easy to dismiss this book as only being relevent in the culture created by child acting, the media and production companies, but it is easily relatable to other organizations and cultures, especially with a high performative, high expectation , moral expectation. The fact that Jeannette also experienced a high rigid culture of Mormonism and it’s expectations, and it’s associated shame, is a pointer. It’s interesting that Jeannette mothers pulled her away from church, as also projecting criticism of them to Jeannette, causing Jeannette to not continue to go, and feel the shame. Jeannette mom was just invalidating those who might be critical of her to her daughter.

    What I like too is that Jeannette doesn’t use the N word until the very end of the book. But what she describes throughout is her experiences, as they are, the treatment and behaviour she suffered, and her responses to it, so that when she uses the ‘N’ word (Narcissistic) is carries all the weight. Again, those of us who experienced then normalised, then survived in and amongst this will likely get this, how the naming of it heals, but also the categorising hides the varieties of behaviour behind it. It reminded me of when I first read the pink book – the words I discovered were ‘self absorbed’ or as in Lindsay Gibsons books, ‘Emotionally immature’ rather than the oft-banded around N word. But when we learn the terms having suffered it, we know.

    I was warned that I might be triggered by the book, and maybe that warning meant that I read the book prepared for what it may do. Yes, there are some aspects I relate to, high expectations, perpetual victim, emotional eggshells, at least, there are some differences, not every abusive mother looks or is the same.

    Some are more covert, some overt

    Some rely on victimhood, others entitlement

    All have prey and supply, all divide, all use people as extension of roles, none take any responsibility, all create drama.

    I’m Glad my Mom Died, is one such story of the effect of one type of narcissistic abusive mothers, it’s relief to those who’ve experienced something similar (to know we’re not alone) and insight to those who start to see the patterns from this example.

    Cheering you on Jeannette, keep on going putting yourself first.

    Im Glad my Mom Died is available here

    Thank you to my new Daughter in Law Meghan for recommending this book to me, much appreciated, and to my lovely Christelle for transporting it across the pond.

  • The letter any Narc Abuse survivor could write.

    It changed my entire life when I was able to stand back, to stand in some safe distance from damaging relationships and realise what the patterns were of them. Even now, I have to remember what I know , and remember that I have power because I know, and so, I am writing this for you, for you if you need it when you begin to realise that you have been a genuine victim of someone who is displaying (but would never get tested for) NPD, sociopathy or psychopathy – or a combination of all three. This is for you realise that this knowledge is actually power. Power also that means that you have yourself, you have awareness, you don’t have to play the games, you are, and you are more than their jealous projections.

    But this is not about them, this about you, it’s about me, it’s about knowing, and knowing freedom, knowing our strength and the power of the truth that we have . It is time to live. I wrote this letter privately the other day, and by writing it, it gave me power, because then, I knew, I felt, power, and this is is important to have after abuse. Then I realised that the abuse I suffered isnt unique, and neither are the behaviours a Narc makes either, so by sharing this with you, I hope it gives you power too.

    Dear They-who-might-not-be named Dark Triad* Abuser,

    I know,

    I know,

    I can see what you do,

    I can see the patterns of how you are working

    I know how you are constantly trying to cover your tracks

    I know your lies,

    I know your stories,

    I know your strategies,

    I know your toxins and your poison.

    I know your thirst for power, and how it consumes you.

    I know how much you think you have power, and how fragile that is

    I know.

    I have your lies on paper,

    I know how you threaten to silence those who might call you out,

    I know how you invalidate others who might say the same,

    I know how you manipulate .

    I know how you operate from anger and jealousy, and can only verbalise love, compassion or empathy.

    I know how you’re clinging onto work, as you have nothing else.

    I know your lies.

    I know you have delusions instead of truth.

    I know that you can’t admit your wrongdoing,

    I know that a mirror threatens you, when you dare to look inside,

    I know that you have no peace, no joy, no happiness,

    I know your love-less existence and how you make this out to be ‘the real world’ ,

    I know your whiny voices, that give Harry Potter Headaches.

    I know how you have to pretend to care

    I know the destruction lies in your wake

    I know how you have to tell stories to convince yourself that none of it was you

    I know the monkeys who you employ to do your work, as they swing back and forwards, still trapped in your haunted gaze.

    I know the monkeys that have inherited your games

    I know how the system could only see the pretend version of you.

    I know how you have twisted God into your delusions to justify yourself

    I know the neediness script that you cling to.

    I know your inconsistencies and your self denials

    I know your wounded ego

    I know your haunted eyes that gaze on power

    I know you, and thats more than you know yourself.

    I know

    I know

    I know

    I know it all.

    I know your games that make you the same as all the others.

    I know

    I know that this letter could be said about anyone who plays your games,

    I know how you fear losing your special status or victim positioning

    I know.

    And I can have and be all the things that you could never be.

    Thank you for the lessons I have had to learn to rid myself of you

    Thank you for the projections that I now embrace

    Thank you for knowledge that gives me power

    Thank you for revealing yourself to me, fully and finally

    Thank you for giving me the opportunity to realise who I am

    Thank you for my survival story.

    Thank you for confirming in your actions what deep down I already knew.

    That you were not to be trusted, and not to be true.

    So now its time, narc destructor, for me

    to let go of the lead again

    And let your growling gnashing of teeth scowl within your own created existence.

    And its time

    For me

    To breathe again, finally reminded of my freedom.

    And my power

    That you wanted to destroy

    But I am here.

    and I know.

    And I am still standing.

    And I am Free.

    Regards,

    Any Narcissist Survivor.

  • Writing the Rainbows

    I sometimes, no, often, get myself into a spin.

    It happens, that when something is challenging, difficult and messy (mild words for ‘WTF is going on?’)

    I write. I write for myself, with words you will never see.

    I write for myself – and they end up in the draft pile

    I write for myself, with words that you sometimes see

    I have thoughts and ideas of stuff I could write about and come back to later.

    I also, in the moments through the mind swirl of the WTF moments, develop new creative interests.

    Oh, I just realised.

    STFU James.

    I haven’t existed without ‘that’ mind swirl.

    There has barely been times when the damaging effect of my psychopathic parents doesn’t have some underlying, or explicit effect, that I might be in the midst of processing, learning, and regrouping myself from, the ‘big’ feelings.

    But what I find interesting, is that I struggle to write, or even want to write when im not having to wrestle, churn or try and deal with something.

    Its as if there’s creative energy from within it.

    Expression through Depression for want for a better word.

    And there’s something interesting too.

    I find it really easy to invalidate my own work – not because it’s not any good.

    But because of what I was going through at the time.

    It’s like ‘ I dont think I’ll publish that, because I was definitely having a WTF kind of day?’

    Yes I should check what motives I have for writing, and sometimes I get that wrong, I know – I mean not every one of 1000 blogs in 12 years is with a perfect motive, some cross the line – especially if I have been angry with the government ;-)

    But it’s like saying that The Verve shouldn’t have written Bitter sweet symphony when in a depeessive state and waited until they were feeling ok… and as for Damien Rice..

    Maybe I have been conditioned to only validate what I write when im feeling good – so not to overshare too much darkness? But is that hopeful or real? Because you really want to hear how I am ok now, but felt shit a few weeks ago, and look at me, giving a great redemptive arc story.

    Maybe there’s inspiration in the sticky muddy mess of life, and creativity through and in the pain, maybe thats more human. Maybe polished, is just that, polished, pretend and shiny. Maybe I should just write, because that may be what I am good at. Maybe there is no perfect time to write, maybe actually there will only be ‘in the midst’ of long term processing and remaking (I still reluctant to use recovery as a term tbh) , and there will be pockets of light punctuating the revealing and discoveries. Maybe there’s something about the gritty struggle as much as when it’s like riding s bike downhill with the wind in the back. The glimpses of blissful consciousness concurrent in fields where poppies and thorns grow.

    Isnt that what good poetry or songwriting is all about anyway?

    Creativity in and through the rainbows of clouds, sunshine and rain.

    Holding the float out to surf on the calm and choppy waves

    To let the flow of creativity ride, sink or swim on the waves.

    Time to write about surfing, sinking or swimming through the waves,

    Time to write about life in all its becoming wholeness

    Time to release the wrestling with writing, and let it flow.

    To open up the doorways into which the channels of life flows.

  • Pen on a Page

    Gently does it

    You, yes you

    life doesn’t work fast

    Time

    Makes Love

    Soft, making

    Of life

    In all its tenderness

    life

    giving

    wonder

    at the magic of it all

    life,

    noticing

    the leaf, the branch,

    the gap in between

    the voice within

    noticing

    in the mad rush of every day.

    Pen

    Pink pen

    love colour

    moving slowly on the page,

    watching my hand

    move.

    Every movement

    a dance of life,

    unconscious commands

    making creations on the page.

    Feeling the pen

    loose against my fingers

    gaps of light changing shape within

    the touch of my hand against the page

    lines and veins on my wrist.

    Let it flow

    let it flow,

    let it flow,

    release the passion,

    release the mind,

    draw deep from the depths within,

    not the thoughts that cover and torment the surface.

    Let it flow

    release

    faith, love and wonder,

    pain, peace and anger,

    making their way on to the page

    angry, soft heart

    soft heart

    gentle, soft heart

    soft, gentle heart

    living alive life

    being

    open, raw

    guided by the deep

    soft, gentle body

    breathing life

    like words on a page

    soft, gentle, still, breaths

    soft, gentle, me

    soft, gentle, you

    let the tears flow

    let it flow

    soul flow

    like

    Pen on a page.

  • I am not my Pencil Case

    The other day I was reading Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth, it is quite a remarkable book, its probably the third time I have read it in the last 18 months, and whilst it didnt have the same spiritual effect on me a The Power of Now did, it is high on my list of books in which the process of reading has been a spiritual experience.

    On Page 189; Eckhart writes this:

    Nobody can tell you who you are, It would be just another concept and so this would not change you. Who you are requires no belief. In fact, every belief is an obstacle. It does not even require your realisation, since you already are who you are. But without realisation, who you are does not shine through into this world. It remains in the unmanifested which is of course your true home

    Tolle, A New Earth, p189

    And as I was reading this I looked up at my high, large window ledge. On it was my coffee cup, a wedding photo of Christelle and I, and also my clear pencil case, full of a mixture of wax and pencil crayons, and fine tips for colourful writing, and expressing in my private writing.

    I looked at my pencil case.

    Breathed, a slow deep breath

    And realised..

    That I am not my Pencil case.

    It was a bit of revelation.

    I could see my pencil case.

    I am separate from it

    I can watch my pencil case (it wasn’t moving)

    I am seeing it.

    I am looking at it

    It is in the universe

    But I am not my pencil case

    It has contents, a mixture of them

    And I can slowly or quickly choose them in a number of ways.

    The pencils have labels, colours

    Yet they are just what they are

    They may be broken, some underused

    Some pencils left at the bottom, my least favourite colours for writing.

    Peach, Grey, Brown.

    But what do I mean?

    I know I am not my pencil case, surely?

    Yes.

    But who am I, if I am not my pencil case?

    Am I my contents?

    Am I my past?

    Am I my labels?

    Am I my emotions?

    Am I just an object? just a tool?

    Am I what others made me out to be?

    Am I just a container, full of these things?

    Feeling sometimes broken, sometimes raw, sometimes colourful, sometimes grey.

    Feeling sometimes the tools connected to the writer.

    I am more, or maybe I am less

    Maybe all, Maybe I am the universe and I just Am, all at the same time

    Connected and Isolated

    Embracing natures warm bliss, and treading a tightrope of trauma

    Gentle steps, sometimes joy, sometimes anxious

    I am , I just fucking am.

    I am not what I can see, I might be a seer

    Yet I might get stuck, hiding away, trapped inside, like crayons waiting from the zip to be undone, waiting to be creatively safely found again.

    I am not just potentiality

    I am not an identity

    I am not a toy or a gift

    I am not a tribe

    I am, I just am, more than just am

    I am not my pencil case

    I am trying to listen to who I am

    I am feeling who I am

    I am trying to work out how I can be me.

    But I am not my pencil case,

    I just Am.

  • Thief in the Pen

    I am the good Shepherd. The good Shepherd lays down his life for the sheep, the sheep hear my voice and listen, they don’t listen to a stranger, for they dont know his voice. (John 10)

    But Lord we asked, what if the thief is already in the pen, what then?

    The Sheep hear my voic-

    no we didnt, we hear what we’re allowed to hear, A voice that lies

    A voice that pretends to be you, but its not you

    A voice that tells us that we’re just sheep, and there’ll be trouble if we dont obey them

    And says that you’re not coming to protect us……

    Oh Hang on, wait a minute, you let them in didnt you?

    You let them in the pen!

    No, well, that ‘gate’ thing, what I meant was that, thats for you, if there was no robber or thief

    but you let them in too?

    I couldn’t stop them, you know like wheat and weeds, both

    Marvellous, great, a gate keeper with no checklist

    Its not my fault! They didnt appear to be a thief or a robber, its not like they wore it on a lanyard that said ‘Thief, about to steal sheep, D.O.B 11.04.23(AD)’ actually they gave me a great list of all their credentials of sheep care.

    They lied to you too?

    They always lies.

    So that ‘God looks at the heart thing’ you know back in the David days, how was that going, did you have a heart bypass or something, could you not see through it when you let them in, you know twitchy eye contact, a bit too ‘boasty’, seems like they tried too hard, dont you think? Could you not have done something ?

    I am the good Shepherd..

    Yeah yeah, we heard that one at the beginning, if you’re that good where have you been hiding since you let in the robber in the pen?

    Busy.

    Busy?

    Well, yeah, kind of busy.

    Say more, goody shepherd?

    Nope

    We’re waiting

    Well, there’s a pen over there you see, and its just far easier to be their good shepherd, no conflict see, and those sheep get to come and go and I can do that ‘gate’ thing over there, and its just lovely and the sheep play and eat grass

    No thief over there then?

    Well, err no…

    You went for the easy life? Gate duty over there when the thief was in our pen?

    The Sheep heard my voice and they came and went, and danced on the green pasture, and ate the green grass and I could lead them

    Whilst we were trapped and you knew it. No Voice for us

    Thats a bit harsh, you’re not jealous are you? Or just a tiny bit angry?

    (Sheep stares)

    (Uncomfortable silence)

    (Sheep stares a little more)

    We thought we could hear them..the distant sounds of something we once recognised, the sound of fun.. something that we could only ever hear but not do

    Oh yes, Peace and love and joy, sounds about right

    But not in this pen. Not with the thief inside, want to know what the thief said to us when we could hear all that ‘peace and love and joy’ ?

    Ok, yes tell me

    They’re better than you

    They’re more deserving than you

    They’re being spoiled

    They’re not as sinful as you

    They work harder

    Thats what the thief said to us, so that we couldn’t have joy, or love or peace, just more rules, and being busy, and never being good enough, want to know more?

    Yes please do.

    We had to change.

    We stopped feeling like sheep a long time ago, it made us weep to hear that it wasn’t far that sheep could be sheep. We werent our selves, and it was stressing us out

    What do you mean?

    Well it wasn’t safe, no time of day, the thief kept on watching and making us work, and gradually over time we noticed, that we treated each other more prickly too, developed hard shells, toughened our skin, we grew hair to cover our eyes, its like we forgot we were sheep inside, we had to pretend to be sheep.

    Sheep on the inside, elephant on the outside?

    What’s an elephant? All we know is this pen and the thief, oh and those fun loving neighbours, have you been playing with elephants too, in your busy times?

    No, but what else has it been like?

    Thief in the pen? One day one of the workers came up from the farm to check on us, see if we were being treated well , and we were like YAY we might be rescued, (given that you disappeared oh goody two shoes shepherd just out for the fun), and so we started to shout as loud as we could to get his attention, tried to make the hired hand listen to us

    Oh yes the hired hand, he doesn’t listen listen he just runs away

    Yeah, we know that now, thanks for the heads up.

    What happened?

    Well, as the hired hand got closer, we got louder, desperate to get them to realise that something was wrong, and you know what happened next?

    No, tell me

    Our thief smiled all nicely and said those words, ‘don’t worry about them, they’re just a little too sensitive, they get like this on a hot day sometimes, ill take good care of them

    And that was it, no further questions, didnt even try, just believed the charm and the smile and walked away. And then…

    then?….

    Thief hits us harder than ever , blames us for showing them up, and you know what they said next, just after, trying to be nice?

    No go on

    That if we spend more time worshipping you he’ll put a good word in and that you’d come and see us. So thats what we did, doubly hard work, making wool and now a daily regime of worship and prayer. Did you not hear us singing to you?

    erm, well, I could hear something, but it was words I didnt recognise and I had nothing to do with that arrangement, the thief always lies.

    We now know that , took a while for us to realise though, and some still can’t believe that the thief always lies, some of us still want to think the best of the thief in the pen, but the only way out was to realise that thief always lies, even when they say they try, try to be better, try to be good they say, but never for long, always lies, never realising that we have to be clever, clever to to figure them out, clever to cope in the pen, with the thief at the helm.

    Once you werent coming, I made a decision, because waiting for you, ‘pray harder’ the thief said, no I had to figure it out and find a way of escaping, I noticed the lies, and just had to ignore what the thief was saying, and realise that their actions didnt match

    And then?

    A few of us got together, kept noticing the patterns and behaviours and realised we could escape, once we remembered that we had more power, and choice, and once we stopped listening to the lies we gained more strength. But thats when thief turned nasty, violent, threatening, unravelling in front of us, we stayed firm and walked out of the gate, thief’s last words were to us was that ‘we wouldnt win, were in trouble now, we’ve made them upset‘ but we walked, and we realised then we could breathe and tasted the clean grass again.

    I can see, im glad you are free

    But others arent though, they are stuck in the pen, with the thief, what about them? What if the thief goes to other pens, what about them?

    The sheep hear my voice – eventually

    Is that what we found?

    I think so, now enjoy life, full life, now that you’ve found it, and made it happen

    Question, just before you go, are you ok with me being angry at you?

    Yes, thats what you needed to get out of the pen

    What if im angry with you for a long time?

    Just take your time, let it out, feel and be loving to all the feelings

    Thank you, and one more thing, why our pen? Why this one and not the other one? We have only known a thief in the pen

    My dear sheep, there is no one answer to that question, and it might take some time for you to realise, but know that you can now rest, and play and live, and breathe and be, and feel your own wisdom, strength and resolve. The why is because what you had was wanted by the thief, you had something they wanted, and they always want and steal, you had something they tried to take, but also maybe there’s magic going on deeper in the whole of creation that neither I or you know about, and that magic has set you free.

  • The Sound of Silencing (How to lose friends and manipulate people)

    Im giving you what I know. From what I have heard, directly.

    As I was watching in a fascinating documentary recently on the development of Art in America (‘The Art of making it’- I think) , they used the phrase ‘ the oppressed knows their abuser more than the abuser knows themselves’ . So this is what I’m sharing with you, my knowledge, so that you can build up yours, if you need to. Healing starts when you see how you have been treated.

    These are some of the tactics of the manipulator, and they are tactics, strategies so often used that protect their position or their core damaged, often rotten self.

    Written from their perspective. For extra ammunition for you, the healing one, the empathetic or someone who hadnt realised the extend of what people could do to be emotionally or verbally manipulative.

    So let’s put ourselves in the place of the manipulator, change places and imagine that we are in the shoes of someone trying to keep someone else quiet.

    You have power, and so here some phrases to use if you want to make sure that your, powerful position is maintained, and in the process you have bewildered and controlled the person who challenges it.

    It’ll keep someone quiet, especially someone who you want to keep silenced.

    So, next time you are challenged, they maybe start to ask you questions that seems to threaten your existence, just throw one of these at them and see their reaction. For a moment it’s likely to startle them, especially if you’re using it for the first time. But remember, dont use the same one often, because what you’ll end up doing is giving them something to digest, like the gristle on a bit of chicken, and they’ll start to think about it, and build up some responses to it, so its better to throw in a new one or different one every now and then.

    In no particular order….

    1. ‘I dont want to argue with you.’ This one is great, especially if they start to talk after a discussion before, it’ll completely silence them, they dont want an argument or conflict, just try it and see.
    2. ‘You’re just a dreamer.’ This has the same effect as
    3. ‘Stop being such an idealist’ .. If you suggest their argument is unreal, or ideal, it disables it, and they start to wonder if its unreasonable, making your position completely reasonable
    4. ‘Now dont get Angry with me’; Say this if their tone is just a tiny tiny bit louder than normal, or especially if they have gained a bit of confidence recently, suggesting they might be angry at something will peg them down a bit, also it really helps, in ‘church world’ that any determination of anger can help ensure that a position is invalidated. You can appear the calm one. It doesn’t matter if you have made them angry.
    5. ‘You’re too Sensitive’… an alternative is ‘You Care too Much’ – these are great to use, especially if they are starting to notice that you have limited depths of care for others, and maybe a deeper core of selfishness that you’d like to hide, so just let them know that they are too caring, and too sensitive to the needs of others. They’ll question how much to care, and maybe, if you say it right they’ll think that you haven’t had enough attention, and they’ll give you more, after all this is what you want all along.
    6. ‘You’re just gossiping’ or ‘thats just gossip’ or ‘they’re just a tell-tale’ Definitely use this one if someone starts to accuse someone that you have a close association with, especially related to safeguarding, and maybe churches and religious groups, this one is great to use, it’ll rally others around your position and sideline the critical, negative or disclosures. Its more effective if the persons making the accusation are in an already sidelined group, like young people, women, older people, someone with learning needs, someone from a poor background, anyone whose been judged harshly already by the majority, explicitly or implicitly, thats the best time to get away with the ‘gossip’ line.
    7. ‘Are you sure you dont belong to a Cult?’ If the person goes to a different religious group, one that is different to yours, and they are challenging you, then throw this line at them, do it especially if they have received guidance from their ‘pastor’ or ‘minister’ and its about how to cope with you.
    8. ‘This is just the ways its been/always been/ I can’t change/Just the way I am’ – There’s no way you are going to change, especially not for them, why do you even need to you are perfect as you are, so give a version of this one a try, gently let them know that this is how you have always been, (or how the organisation has always been) and by saying this, they will have to realise that they have to do any changing.
    9. ‘You need to think about my needs’. This one is great to use, after they have done some of 8, changing. Then because of the effort they have put into thinking about themselves for a while, this will help them reset to thinking about you again, and taking them back into the pattern that you liked them in, when they orientated their life around you, and you not changing. They love changing and being exhausted all the time.
    10. ‘Dont raise your voice you’ll upset the kids/someone’ . Say this when you want to give them the curveball of emotional sympathy, but not for you, for someone else. You dont feel, or get upset that often remember, neither does what they say or do upset you… but that doesn’t stop you from using someone else to create their emotional sympathy. Just gently let them know that their actions hurt someone that both you and they have a connection to, a family member, relative that kind of thing. It also gives them the knowledge that you have contact with that other person.
    11. ‘I think you might have mental health issues’. Get this one out there when they’ve gone a bit upset or really low, depressed ever since the last time they tried to talk with you. Maybe even do this in a kindly way, suggest that they get help, or make it look as if you care about them, just a little. But dont do any more than this, never find them a therapist, or book a GP appointment, no no no, just plant the seed. It’s unlikely that they’ll follow it up, it just combines a tiny bit of care, and causes them to be bewildered further. Just be really careful here though, especially if they start to go to therapy, or get help, you’ll have to find ways of pegging them down or devaluing what they are doing in this.
    12. ‘Dont you dare try and be the Victim’. When they start to even dare think of themselves as a victim of your behaviour towards them, just plant in them this little gem, it’ll reinforce to them that you control which role you are and the position from which you see the world, and there’s no way they are going to take this position from you.
    13. ‘I was just being sarcastic’. Did they not understand a comment you made that was intentionally harsh? Or they challenge you on it because it was unreasonable.. Say it was sarcastic. Now you know that they know that it wasn’t, but that doesn’t matter, just say it anyway.
    14. ‘You’re overthinking this, you read too much, best to keep it simple’. Your way is right, even if their thought through idea is a good one, demean the source of the idea (probably a book) and not them, and then appeal to an easy way. Easy avoids pain and pain is definitely something to avoid.
    15. ‘I think you expect perfection’ – Use this one to suggest that they are expecting too much of you, like anything at all or their basic needs to be met, which isn’t what you are going to do, so instead, give them the impression that what they require from you is some gigantuon effort, or extension of reality , like perfection, and instead they will have to re-assess what it might even be that they are asking.
    16. Speak of yourself in the third person, so ‘Your father, Your wife, Your husband’ dont say ‘I’ , because your I has to stay hidden away, and can’t speak, but you can describe yourself in the present as if it might be from you, its your idealised self, not your core self talking, like ‘you know your husband/mother loves you very much’ , its not I… This also works in emails, to disguise the tenses, persons and voices, to confuse. If you’re not sure of this, use ‘God’ instead… like ‘God wouldn’t want you to get angry’, or ‘God loves you’ (even if I dont).
    17. An extra one. Forget that you said any of these things. Every time. They didnt hear you properly when you said it, you dont remember saying it, they must have misheard you, and if you did say it how they interpreted it want what you meant. This utterly wastes their time, because theyve spent a while reacting to what you did actually say, and now you are disputing your own words, which of course you have every right to do so, and it makes them think they are crazy. You can even go further and then suggest they need their hearing tested.

    Sounds harsh? It happens… a lot.

    So, here’s how to gaslight and silence people. Here’s how to keep your abuse victim quiet, confused and bewildered, scared and questioning their reality. Here’s how to use language to create a culture of fear and manipulation, and for you to sit in a place of power.

    If you are reading this and are horrified that I am giving away tips to abusers, then wait.

    It’s very very unlikely that anyone abusive is going to read this, it is more likely that you are. You. Someone who has experienced this kind of behaviour. Because you googled the phrase ‘too sensitive’ or ‘verbal abuse’ or ‘Darvo’ or ‘Victim mentality’ or ‘self awareness’ or ‘projection’. Someone who is abusive doesn’t read a book on how to be abusive, somehow, their protectors just know, and their wounded ego can do the rest. That person isn’t going to read this list.

    But if you have heard these, you are more armed. You are using your brain, you utterly clever brave courageous soul, you are resourcing yourself with the tools of your abuser, and working out their similar strategies, because they are all the same. The words being only slightly different, I’ve seen and been told almost all of these in 40 years, some more than once, and more by women than men, though I know men say these things too. There are only so many patterns and phrases in their textbook, once you’ve seen the ones above, you’ll notice them all.

    Can we also broaden this out from individual relationships, to systems and structures too? How many churches wouldnt recognise these kinds of behaviours? how many might even see these as ‘normal’ ? What about in safeguarding situations? What happens when people try and defend their roles or positions or reputations? Lying to defend is too blatant, but 1/4 truth hidden in manipulation (and spiritual language) can go a long way.

    Im sorry that you had to read this list, but if you have said any of these, then it’s time also to stop, reflect and listen, to the damage you have done. If you have heard these, if you hear these in the present, do consider getting help, support and emotional safety, because it might well be time that you are treated better, respected, listened to and heard.

    Have you heard any more? do add them in the comments below, to share and build up a resource of them.