When Love Meets the Void: Narcissism, Demons, and the Mirror of Pain
What if the devil wasn’t red and horned—but wore prayer beads and spoke of presence? What if the deepest betrayal wasn’t by an enemy, but by the man who called you sacred, then shattered you with his shadow? This is for the women who gave their love like a temple offering… and were crucified for being the mirror.
In this piece, I take you into the underworld of narcissism, energy, demons, and devotion—not from the lens of psychology alone, but through the mystic’s eye.
If you’ve ever been gaslit in the name of healing… if you’ve ever wondered why love hurts so much when it’s supposed to be holy… if you’ve ever walked away, aching, and still wondering if he’ll ever see you…
This is for you. And this time, the mirror belongs to you.
I. The Devil Wore Prayer Beads
—The Mask of the Spiritual Narcissist
He came wrapped in the language of light. Quoting sacred texts. Bowing to the divine feminine. Whispering sweet affirmations like spells. But the truth was in the undercurrent—the places his eyes darted when truth got too close, the way his voice sharpened when asked to change.
He was a man in love with enlightenment, but unwilling to be touched by it. A man who spoke of presence—but fled from reflection. He praised the goddess, but punished her when she saw too much.
This is the mask of the spiritual narcissist. Not loud and boastful, but sanctimonious. Hidden behind incense smoke and tantra books. He wears love like armor and wields wisdom like a knife.
II. Pain Makes Devils Out of Men
—Where Demons Are Born
Demons are not born in fire. They are born in silence. In neglect. In unacknowledged wounds that fester into story, then identity, then possession. Narcissism is not just a disorder—it is a soul starving for reflection. A wound that learns to protect itself by becoming a god in its own image.
A demon is pain that’s been left to rot. A devil is devotion to that pain. This is why narcissists worship themselves. Not out of arrogance—but survival.
But this self-made temple cannot hold love. It can only reflect illusion. And when real love arrives—soulful, present, unconditional—it threatens the entire structure. That’s when the demon rises.
III. The Mirror and the Feminine
—Why He Punishes the One Who Loves Him Most
To a man possessed by pain, the feminine is not a partner—she is a mirror. A threat. She sees what he cannot face. She touches what he has buried.
And so he alternates between idealizing her and crucifying her. Worshipping her when she reflects his fantasy, and punishing her when she dares to reflect his truth.
This is why the most empathic, radiant, loving women are often discarded, abused, or emotionally shattered by narcissistic partners. Not because they are weak. But because they are mirrors. And the reflection is too much.
She wasn’t too emotional. She wasn’t too needy. She was simply honest. Present. Real. And in the face of her realness, his false self shattered.
IV. Descent is the Way Home
—Pain as Portal, Not Punishment
We are taught to fear hell. But the mystic knows—hell is the womb of rebirth.
Pain is the portal. The mirror that shows us where we left ourselves. Where the wound waits to be kissed, not judged. We rise not by bypassing pain—but by meeting it, breathing with it, staying through the storm.
I did not become powerful because I avoided the devil. I became powerful because I sat with him. I saw the child inside the monster. And then I saw the places in me that still wanted to be chosen by him. And I chose myself instead.
V. The Mirror Belongs to Me Now
—Reclaiming Sovereignty and Sacred Sight
He will never know the love he lost. Not truly. Because to know that love, he would have to become what he fears the most: present.
He did not lose a woman. He lost a portal to healing. A sacred reflection. A tantric priestess with enough power to mirror God back into his bones.
But I see me now. I hold the mirror. And no man may enter unless he can meet me eye to eye, soul to soul, without fleeing from his own shadow.
I loved with everything. And now, I love me with everything
Closing Ritual: Ritual of Release
Take a moment. Light a candle. Breathe.
Write his name on a piece of paper. Hold it gently in your palm and say aloud:
"You no longer define my worth. I see myself now. I return the mirror to me."
Burn the paper safely—let the smoke carry the remnants. Place your hand on your heart. Whisper:
I rise now, sovereign, whole, and free.
This is your reclamation, beloved.
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