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Friday 30 July 2021

Why Narcissists Must Hurt And Punish You




Why Narcissists Must Hurt And Punish You

Being purposefully Hurt and Punished 
is not part of A Normal Relationship.

Only a highly disintegrated being
one that is malfunctioning
is capable of doing this to Someone Else.

A Narcissist is This Type of Being.

If you don't agree with The Narcissist or you question them, 
or you want them to be held accountable for something then 
You are Not Serving Them and 
You're Bucking The System.

If you're not giving The Narcissist 
what he or she deems is necessary 
then you must be punished 
and while in A Narcissistic Rage they will 
line you up and attack you mercilessly.

In my latest Thriver TV video I go into detail on 
What They're Doing, 
Who They Are 
and 
What They're After. 

I also draw parallels between these 
Personality-Disordered People 
and celestial 
Black Holes 
so you understand that 
Nothing Will Ever Appease Them.

I want you to have 
The Knowledge and Deeper Understanding 
To Take Your Power Back
just like myself and thousands 
in This Community have.

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Judge-Advocate Commadore, 
Imperial Navy :
Cadet Solo --
Still can't decide whether you're 
Brave or Stupid --


Cadet H. Solo :
Well..... I'd like to think, 
I'm a little of both, Sir.

Ah, Moff -- Sir.
Sir-Moff..



Judge-Advocate Commadore, 
Imperial Navy :
It's Commodore.
And if you think that smartarse 
is the way to go here, you're sorely mistaken.

Cadet H. Solo :
Commodore --
Fellow Imperials, 
if You'll Allow Me --

[ HINT : They Won't. And They Aren't Going To. ]

Onyx-II....
Onyx-II was flanked by headhunters --
If I'd followed Command's Directive and returned to formation, instead of going after him, 
he'd be dead now  --


Judge-Advocate Commadore, 
Imperial Navy :
No Place for Daredevil Heroics 
in His Emperor's Imperial Navy --

Cadet H. Solo :
I'm not trying to be A Hero, 
Commodore, trust me.


Judge-Advocate Commadore, 
Imperial Navy :
Well, congratulations --
Your Not One.

This Tribunal -- ME, in particular -- finds you 
Guilty of Disobeying a Direct Order -- 
and you are hereby reassigned 
to The Infantry.

Saturday 24 July 2021

Mister Six





The Doctor Denounces The Time Lords | The Trial of a Time Lord | Doctor Who


6. "Abandon Ideology."

6. "Put Your Own House in Order Before Criticising The World."

As I Wandered through 
The Weird and Lurid Landscape 
of Another Planet...




PERI : 
Did you have to be so rude

Mister Six : 
.....To whom..

PERI: 
Hugo. You could at least have said goodbye. 
 
Are you having 
Another of Your Fits?
 
Mister Six
(Half-Sigh)
You may not believe this, 
but I have fully stabilised.
 
PERI :
Then I suggest you take a crash-course in manners!
 
Mister Six : 
You seem to forget, Peri -- 
I'm not only from Another Culture but Another Planet

I am, in your terms, An Alien --
I am therefore bound to have 
Different Values and Customs.
 
PERI: 
Your former self was polite enough. 

Mister Six : 
Yes, but at such a cost, I was on the verge of becoming neurotic.
 
PERI: 
Well, we all have to repress Our Feelings from time to time --
I suggest you get back into the habit. 

Mister Six : 
And I would suggest, Peri, 
That you wait a little before criticising My New Persona --
You may well find it isn't quite as disagreeable as you think...
 
PERI : 
Well, I Hope So.

He heads for The Door --
 
Mister Six : 
Whatever Else Happens -- 

He Turns --

I am The Doctor --
Whether you like it, or not



In all My Travellings throughout The Universe 
I have BATTLED  Against Evil... 
Against POWER-Mad Conspirators --

I should have stayed HERE

The Oldest Civilisation -- 
DECADENT, DEGENERATE 
and Rotten to The Core -- 

Ha! Power-Mad Conspirators, 
Daleks, Sontarans... CYBERMEN! 

They're still in The NURSERY, compared to Us. 

TEN Million Years of ABSOLUTE Power, 
THAT'S What it Takes to be really CORRUPT...!



This Could Be The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship


UN Secretary-General Baxter :
So was this Justice, Superman? 

Millions in Property Damage, 
Helpless Bystanders Killed 
by a repeat metahuman felon,
who's now enjoying three square meals a day 
as a guest of The State.

You had The Power to end 
Atomic Skull's Criminal Career 
right there, permanently

Why Didn't You

Superman :
I'm not anyone's 
Judge and Jury, Professor Baxter. 
Definitely not An Executioner. 

My Powers Don't put me 
Above The Law. 

UN Secretary-General Baxter :
A Noble Sentiment. 

But are you The Superman 
that The 21st Century needs?
 
Why not use Your Power 
To Fix The World? 


Superman :
First, I Don't Believe 
That The World is Broken. 

Because when We Say 'The World', 
We're really Talking about People

And it's always been My Belief that 
People at their core are Good


The Grace of Mankind is Everywhere
You just have to Open Your Eyes. 

Humanity has a limitless 
Potential for Good. 

My Purpose is 
To Help People 
reach That Potential. 



Tamarev. Tamarev is under attack. 

What have You People done? 

How dare you?  Pokolistan holds to the treaty. 

Liar! My People are dying in The Streets. 

No less than they deserve! 

UN Secretary-General Baxter :
"Limitless Potential for Good"? 


Superman :
Good isn't Perfect. 
I Have to Go. 
To Be Continued, Professor? 



Superman :

Good to meet you all. 

Thank you again for what you did in Bialya, 

but we need to talk. 


Mister Black :

Of course.

 

Someone comes sniffing around your tomato, 

so to speak, you need to get a look-see. 


Due Diligence

We're an open book

So if you'll just relax... 


Superman :

Sorry. I heard your Telepathic Shout before. 

But My Mind is protected from anything deeper by a series of psychic blocks. 


Mister Black :

Best I've seen, too. 

Got a few skeletons rattling around 

up there you don't want out? 


I'm not looking for your Deepest, Darkest — 

Showing is faster than Telling. 


I hate to hear Me Own Voice, 

Believe it or not.


Coldcast :

Don't believe him.

 

Only thing shuts him up 

is a soccer game. 


Mister Black :

Football, you uneducated Yank. 



This is low-level stuff, Supes. 

Promise. Like Telly in HD. 


Alright -- Apologies in advance 

for the graphic nature 

of what you're about to see --


Some of us had it rough 

in The Origin Department. 


"I'm off, then. 

See you at dinner."


"Lucky I give you 

a roof and a pillow

you worthless squib.


You want something to eat? 

Work it out for yourself


Take The Girl with you. 

Can't stand her mewling." 




It's a Cinderella story, really. 

I was The Unplanned Fifth of Five boys,

left to fend for meself 

after me mum died giving birth

 to Number Six. 


The Only Girl. 

Vera


"Ooh. What's wrong, love?"


"I lost my mum!" 


"Oh, don't fret, dear. 

We'll find your mum."

 

The Only Good Thing I had. 

Brothers had all gone off 

and wound up dead or in jail,

where they wound up dead anyway. 


But Vera, She was Special

Did what I could to protect her. 


But really, she was always 

taking care of me

'til that summer. 


Plenty of loose wallets in Heaton Park. 

Not proud of it, but hungry is hungry


"Good Day!"


"Let's get ice cream before... 

Aah!"


Thought it was puberty, you know. Headaches. 

The feeling that My Body 

was turning against me. 


But it was getting worse by the week. 

But that day... 


There's one of them. 


I couldn't stand. 

Couldn't run. 

A Damn Cripple


If it wasn't for Vera... 


"Sod off, copper."


"No! Vera!"


It was a frigging Horror Show. 

Me, on my knees. 

Vera screaming. 


And I was Helpless, 

praying for it all to stop. 


Imagine my shock when it did.

 

Goodbye, headaches. 

Hello, Power. 


After that it's the usual fish tale. 

Her Majesty's Secret Service took notice, 

gave me a bed, and taught me about 

Hurting Bad People 

In The Name of Freedom. 


Met this lot during a particularly disenfranchising Tour in Africa, 

and we decided to make a go of it 

freelance, like yourself. 


The Rest is Current Events. 



Superman :

Your Sister -- 

Did She Make It? 


Mister Black :

We Don't All Get 

Happy Endings, Superman. 





Saturday 29 May 2021

The Sixth Segment

 

 
Don’t Give up....

You Mustn’t Give Up....”

MULDER:

Scully? Why would he say that - 

"Don't give up"? 

Why would he say such a thing to you?


SCULLY:

I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder.


MULDER:

He didn't say it to me. 

He said it to you


If Father Joe were The Devil, why would he say 

the opposite of what The Devil might say


Maybe that's The Answer. 

The Larger Answer.


SCULLY

What do you mean?


MULDER

Don't give up.






Personality as Hierarchy — 

and Capacity for Transformation

 

  How, then, is the personality that balances respect for social institutions and, equally, creative transformation to be understood? It is not so easy to determine, given the complexity of the problem. 

 

For that reason, we turn to stories

 

Stories provide us with a broad template. They outline a pattern specific enough to be of tremendous value, if we can imitate it, but general enough (unlike a particular rule or set of rules) to apply even to new situations. 

 

In stories, we capture observations of the ideal personality. 

 

We tell tales about success and failure in adventure and romance

 

Across our narrative universes, success moves us forward to what is better, to the promised land; failure dooms us, and those who become entangled with us, to the abyss. 

 

The Good moves us upward and ahead, and Evil drags us backward and down. 

 

Great stories are about characters in action, and so they mirror the unconscious structures and processes that help us translate the intransigent world of facts into the sustainable, functional, reciprocal social world of values.*

 

  The properly embodied hierarchy of values — including the value of conservatism and its twin, creative transformation — finds its expression as a personality, in narrative — an ideal personality. Every hierarchy has something at its pinnacle. 

 

It is for this reason that a story, which is a description of the action of a personality, has A Hero (and even if that someone is The Antihero, it does not matter : The Antihero serves the function of identifying The Hero through contrast, as The Hero is what The Antihero is most decidedly not). 

 

The Hero is The Individual at The Peak, The Victor, The Champion, The Wit, The Eventually Successful and DeservingUnderdog, The Speaker of Truth Under Perilous Circumstances, and more

 






[Cyberlab

(The Chess Board is in place.

Mr. CLEVER : 
There. That was easy. 
The Game has just started.
Doctor, why is there NO record of You 
ANYWHERE in the databanks of 
The Cyberiad? 

Oh, you're good.

Oh, you've been eliminating 
Yourself from History. 

You know you could 
be reconstructed by 
The HOLE YOU’VE LEFT.





[Ten Forward]

(Data is about to speak, then changes his mind) 

 

WORF:

Wait. What is it, Commander? 

 

DATA:

I am sorry to bother you,

but I have a question of a personal nature.

 

Do you have a moment? 

 

WORF:

...A Moment.

 
DATA:

I have heard you mention that you once experienced A Vision.

 

 

WORF:

Yes. When I was young my adoptive parents

arranged for me to partake in 

The Rite of MajQa. 

 

DATA:

I understand it involves deep meditation

in the lava caves of No'Mat.

 

That prolonged exposure to the heat

induces a hallucinatory effect. 

 

WORF:

Why are you asking me about this? 

 

 

DATA:

I have recently had an unusual experience,

which might be described as A Vision. 

 

WORF:

What happened? 

 

 

DATA:

An accident in Engineering shut down my cognitive functions

for a short period of time, 

yet I seemed to remain conscious.

 

I saw My Father. 

 

WORF:

You are very fortunate.

That is a powerful vision. 

 

 

DATA:

If it was A Vision,

I do not know how to proceed. 

 

WORF:

You must find its Meaning.

If it has anything to do with Your Father, 

you must learn all you can about it.

 

In the Klingon MajQa ritual,

there is nothing more important

than receiving a revelation 

about Your Father.

 

Your Father is a Part of You, always.

Learning about him 

teaches you about yourself.

 

That is why no matter

Where He Is or What He Has Done,

you must find him. 

 

DATA:

....but I am not looking for My Father(?) 

 

WORF:

.....Yes, of course.

 

Do not stop until you have

The Answer

 

DATA :

Thank you, Worf.

 

 

We know what it looks like -- 

We can make one.

 

 

[Zeos computer room]

 

(M.E.N.T.A.L.I.S. is a wreck of molten plastic.)

 

DOCTOR:

That was close.

 

ROMANA:

How did they manage to miss?

 

DOCTOR:

They weren't aiming at me,

they were aiming at that, the control centre,

like a scorpion stinging itself to death.

As soon as it sensed I was trying to interfere with the sequence,

it destroyed its own control centre.

 

It's mindless now,

clicking toward oblivion.

 

How long, K9?

 

K9:

Damage renders data unavailable.

 

DOCTOR:

(Thinks….)

The TARDIS!

 

ROMANA:

Come on, K9!

 

(They run for their lives.)

 

[Marshal's module]

 

PILOT: 

Within range, sir.


MARSHAL: 

Go in closer. As close as you dare.

(The Doctor, Romana and K9 enter the Shadow's lair and enter The TARDIS.)

 

[TARDIS]

 

The Doctor enters with 

Five of The Six Pieces of The Key to Time.

DOCTOR

Here, take a look at this.

ROMANA: 

Ah, you put the five pieces together. Good.

DOCTOR: 

Have you got the tracer?

ROMANA: 

Yes.

DOCTOR: 

Lock it in. Lock it.

 

ROMANA: 

Now what?

 

DOCTOR: 

Well, it was just an idea -- 

I thought if we had Five-Sixths 

of the pieces it might give us 

some power —

Obviously Guardian Technology 

doesn't work that way.


ROMANA: 

If only we had The Sixth Piece.


DOCTOR: 

Yeah — !!

Or a Sixth Piece...!!


ROMANA: 

What do you mean?


Pointing --


DOCTOR: 

What do you see there?


ROMANA: 

A Gap.


DOCTOR: 

Exactly. A GAP —  

The exact shape of The Sixth Piece.

 

ROMANA: 

Oh!

 

DOCTOR: 

We know what it looks like —

We can make one.

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

The Necessity of Balance

 

  Because doing what others do and have always done so often works, and because, sometimes, radical action can produce success beyond measure, the conservative and the creative attitudes and actions constantly propagate themselves. 

 

A functional social institution — a hierarchy devoted to producing something of value, beyond the mere insurance of its own survival — can utilize the conservative types to carefully implement processes of tried-and-true value, and the creative, liberal types to determine how what is old and out of date might be replaced by something new and more valuable. 

 

The balance between conservatism and originality might therefore be properly struck, socially, by bringing the two types of persons together. But someone must determine how best to do that, and that requires a wisdom that transcends mere temperamental proclivity. 


Because the traits associated with creativity, on the one hand, and comfort with the status quo, on the other, tend to be mutually exclusive, it is difficult to find a single person who has balanced both properly, who is therefore comfortable working with each type, and who can attend, in an unbiased manner, to the necessity for capitalizing on the respective forms of talent and proclivity. But the development of that ability can at least begin with an expansion of conscious wisdom: the articulated realization that conservatism is good (with a set of associated dangers), and that creative transformation—even of the radical sort—is also good (with a set of associated dangers). 


Learning this deeply—truly appreciating the need for both viewpoints—means at least the possibility of valuing what truly diverse people have to offer, and of being able to recognize when the balance has swung too far in one direction. 


The same is true of the knowledge of the shadow side of both. To manage complex affairs properly, it is necessary to be cold enough in vision to separate the power hungry and self-serving pseudoadvocate of the status quo from the genuine conservative; and the self-deceptive, irresponsible rebel without a cause from the truly creative. And to manage this means to separate those factors within the confines of one’s own soul, as well as among other people.

 

  And how might this be accomplished? First, we might come to understand consciously that these two modes of being are integrally interdependent. One cannot truly exist without the other, although they exist in genuine tension. This means, first, for example, that discipline—subordination to the status quo, in one form or another—needs to be understood as a necessary precursor to creative transformation, rather than its enemy. Thus, just as the hierarchy of assumptions that make up the structure that organizes society and individual perceptions is shaped by, and integrally dependent on, restrictions, so too is creative transformation. It must strain against limits. It has no use and cannot be called forth unless it is struggling against something. 

 

It is for this reason that The Great Genie, The Granter of Wishes — God, in a microcosm — is archetypally trapped in the tiny confines of a lamp and subject, as well, to the will of The Lamp’s current holder. Genie — genius — is the combination of possibility and potential, and extreme constraint.

 

  Limitations, constraints, arbitrary boundaries — rules, dread rules, themselves — therefore not only ensure social harmony and psychological stability, they make the creativity that renews order possible. What lurks, therefore, under the explicitly stated desire for complete freedom — as expressed, say, by the anarchist, or the nihilist — is not a positive desire, striving for enhanced creative expression, as in the romanticized caricature of the artist. It is instead a negative desire — a desire for the complete absence of responsibility, which is simply not commensurate with genuine freedom. 

 

This is the lie of objections to the rules. 

 

But “Down with Responsibility” does not make for a compelling slogan — being sufficiently narcissistic to negate itself self-evidently — while the corresponding “Down with the Rules” can be dressed up like a heroic corpse.

 

  Alongside the wisdom of true conservatism is the danger that the status quo might become corrupt and its corruption self-servingly exploited. Alongside the brilliance of creative endeavor is the false heroism of the resentful ideologue, who wears the clothes of the original rebel while undeservedly claiming the upper moral hand and rejecting all genuine responsibility. Intelligent and cautious conservatism and careful and incisive change keep the world in order. 

 

But each has its dark aspect, and it is crucial, once this has been realized, to pose the question to yourself: 

Are you the real thing, or its opposite? 

 

And the answer is, inevitably, that you are some of both — and perhaps far more of what is shadowy than you might like to realize. 

 

That is all part of understanding the complexity we each carry within us.