By Ox Drover
When we were kids most of us have heard the story of the Emperor’s new clothes, in which a very narcissistic emperor who wanted the most beautiful and wonderful clothes in his kingdom. Here is just a little bit of a different version.
Once upon a time there was a very narcissistic emperor who was very dumpy, unattractive, and had a very large nose, but he thought that if he had the most beautiful clothes in the kingdom that he would be very attractive to the ladies of the court. Even though he was a married man, he loved to have the ladies of the court admire his new clothes and tell him how handsome he was.
One day a couple of psychopathic con men were in a tavern trying to figure out a way to con someone who would be vulnerable to their scam and had lots of money. They finally came to the conclusion they would try to con the emperor.
They went to the palace one day when cloth vendors were invited to show their wares. There were people with bolts of lovely velvet material with gold stitching who showed their wares to the king, who admired it very much. Other vendors had cloth woven of spun gold and silver threads.
When the con men, who had a background as street mimes, came up to the emperor, they pretended to hold bolts of cloth in their empty hands. They explained to the emperor and the courtiers that this was magical cloth that only the honest and pure of heart could see and that would be invisible to anyone whose heart was not pure.
Of course, no one actually saw this wonderful and imaginary “cloth,” but each person didn’t want to be perceived as dishonest or not pure of heart, so everyone in the room was afraid and felt that if they were honest and said they did not see the cloth, that they would be in trouble, so they lied and exclaimed, “Oh, how beautiful!!”
The emperor, of course, did not see this imaginary cloth either, but he did not want to be perceived as dishonest or not pure of heart in front of his subjects, so he accepted what the psychopaths said as truth. He also lied and exclaimed, “How beautiful!”
The emperor sent all the honest cloth merchants away, and as they left the palace they were shaking their heads at what just happened. They admitted to each other that the emperor had been conned by the psychopaths, but were also afraid to speak up since it would make it appear they were demonstrating jealousy of the con men for getting the contract to make the emperor’s new clothes.
The psychopathic con men then agreed with the emperor to make him a unique and beautiful outfit like no one had ever seen before.
The emperor decided to have a parade the day his new suit was finished. The people were told that the emperor would be modeling his wonderful new suit of clothes and the day of the parade the streets of the capital city were lined with the peasants.
As the emperor pranced down the street with his crown perched merrily on his head, his shoes on his feet and his body entirely naked, the people of the city gasped in horror at the naked monarch they saw with their eyes, but were afraid to let anyone know they could not see the emperor’s clothes.
From the back of the crowd a small boy poked his head through the legs of the people in front and laughed out loud, “The emperor is naked!” The courtiers gasped at such an affront to the king’s dignity.
Since no one would admit that they saw the emperor naked, and the small child would not quit shrieking, “The emperor is naked!” the captain of the guard arrested the child and his parents and threw them into a dungeon.
When the child and his parents were brought before the emperor who sat naked upon his throne, the parents vowed that they could see the emperor’s lovely clothing and they didn’t know what they could do with their crazy child who continued to claim the emperor was naked.
The emperor decided that the child should be confined in a mental hospital because he was obviously crazy.
As the weather changed in the fall, the emperor called for the psychopathic tailors to create an outfit that would keep him warmer for the winter. Unfortunately no one could find them, they simply seemed to have left town.
The end.
Oxy:
My art teacher thinks that she has the “magical threads” on! i have her for TWO DIFFERENT SUBJECTS (BOTH COMPULSORY), so God either wants me to move somewhere else or make sure I’ve got the lesson.
I can see her P nakedness, and a handful of friends can too. Still, like the King, she holds the power.
And come to think of it I have been squealing to my classmates, “The art teacher is naked!”.
CHIT!
Dear Tilly, ROTFLMAO!!!! You naughty kid!!!! Telling the TRUTH!!! How CRAZY OF YOU!!!! What will we ever do with yuou for telling the truth!!!
Boy, will that get you into trouble.
In fact, today I TOLD THE TRUTH. It will probably get me into trouble too. I ran into a couple, he is a minister, and he and his wife were VERY “close friends” with my egg donor and my wonderful step father! He and his wife asked me “hhow is your mother?” Welllllllll, BOINK me on the head!!! I TOLD THEM THE TRUTH. I told him how I had tried to reason with her and that, I had taken her to court afte rshe refused to put the Trojan Horse Psychopath sex offender out of her house, how the judge had thrown him out but that on her PROMISE that he woujld not be allowed back, I had dropped the suit, then she lied to me (in front of witnesses) about saying she would not allow him back, etc. and told them the WHOLE STORY, THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH!!!
how is that for OUTING THE PSYCHOPATH BY PROXY?! WELL, I DON’T THINK THAT HE BELIEVED A WORD OF WHAT I SAID, but at the same time, I know this man well enough to know that when I do produce the truth and my sons as witnesses, that he WILL believe the truth. He also said that he will go talk to her about sending money to my P-offspring. I will of course NEVER EVER TRUST HER ONE BIT, but if I can do ANYTHING (even have occasional contact with her) to STOP her sending money and support to the P-offspring I would DO IT—ANYTHING!!!!
He was totally shocked to learn that MY P-offspring had been in prison for over 20 years, his good friends had NOT mentioned a single word about this—also found out that he and his wife have a P-son as well….interestingly enough, the lady’s mom still sends that P-offspring money as well. So maybe they will catch on. I am also going to refer them here to LoveFraud to read AS WELL AS TAKE THEM A COPY OF “WITHOUT CONSCIENCE” TO READ at the same time.
I nearly had a melt down as I was talking to them, standing in the store weeping my heart out, thank goodness my son D and a friend were with me, but you know, now that I am home and a couple of hours have passed, I feel HOPEFUL that maybe I can get the FLOW OF MONEY STOPPED IF NOTHING ELSE. Just stopping the money would be a GREAT WIN for me and make me that much safer as he would have less in the way of resources to use against me.
Since the PUBLIC PERCEPTION OF HERSELF is so VERY important to my egg donor, I think the chance that anyone else will find out the FAMILY SECRETS may at least make her rethink the money thing. Of course there will have to be some checks and balances as I CANNOT AND WILL NOT TRUST HER TO KEEP HER WORD….I’m sure she will smear me to high heaven with this man, but I also think that by proviing my case first along with witnesses he knows are good men (my two sons) I may have found the perfect way—-not going to be disappointed if I dont’ succeed with this ploy, but I will take advantage of any opportunity to stop the flow of money.
I will keep you guys posted!!!!! THE EMPEROR IS INDEED NIEKED!!!! OH, MY HONOR HE AIN’T GOT A STITCH ON!!!!
it’s nekkid oxy not nieked – sheesh you need spell check
Dear oxydriver, Believe it or not I see a great therapist 2 x a week, last year when I was in worse shape-3x week. I am bipolar and on medication but started Cymbalta 3 1/2 weeks ago. I felt great relief, from all- but i think 1) hearing his voice (by accident) last Monday 2)knowing he’s moving and a new “chapter” (a good one at that) is starting where he’s NOT in my town-there’s still a little sadness and 3) not having anything planned this past weekend and too much time on my hands- my one girlfriend I hang with was working–all combined into almost a “relapse” effect–today is much better, I feel pretty good..I’m not working now so I still have a little bit too much time on my hands but I’m feeling more as if I’m on the “recovery wagon” and I had a little setback.
For me, TOO much time with just me can be dangerous!
Love you all for your help and support and just that you understand about s’s…amazing!
Oxy:
Don’t forget if your mum is a cluster B she doesn’t really want contact with you. She only pretends to. So you can’t use that one as a ploy for her to stop sending the money.
But you CAN use all the others. Provided you remember one thing. You have to grab the opportunities, (like you did today)to make yourself safe and then you have to hand it over to God.
( “I feel HOPEFUL that maybe I can get the FLOW OF MONEY STOPPED”)
You can’t get “hopeful” about anything Oxy, because you are dealing with cluster Bs. And they know that is your goal, so that is your weakness, i.e.that they see (“your hope”). What does a psychopath or cluster b do when they see hope??
So you must leave leave no stone unturned to make yourself SAFE. But leave the “hope” in the hands of God and surrender to whatever happens.
If God says to you “hands off the end result” of the opportunities he gives you, then thats what you do.
But like I said Oxy, I don’t practise what I preach, its too hard. but I try my best…same as you do.
I am praying for your safety and mine. (((OXY)))) xoxoxox
Henry, every time I see your post about “nekkid” I get a chuckle — and a puzzlement!!
In your first post about it, I realized that you were being funny — but the funny thing is that I can’t get the pronunciation of “nekkid” out of my mind!!!!
The puzzlement is WHERE did I hear it pronounced that way? Too long ago, I guess, but I still wonder. Maybe it was Garrison Keillor?
BTW, it is fun to be able to chuckle about something!! Thanks!
🙂
Kathy and Oxy:
I am at a loss of the right thing to do. My P art teacher has already begun her launch of attack and its not even week 3. I thought she would at least pretend to be nice for a while.
She is teaching us with another young male teacher, who has no idea of what she is. She has already roped him in as her “best friend”.
Today I asked about four questions to the young male teacher. She jumped in as fast as she could to answer them. She answered them agressively and with the last two of my questions she tried to humiliate me in front of the whole class. I pretended I didn’t understand what she meant. She laughed.
No-one else did. Which made it worse. One of the questions i asked was if our other teacher that we usually have, (who really gives me good grades and helps me a lot),if he was teaching us this semester. (He usually teaches us at least one subject a semester). WELL!
Her jealousy of my relationship with about three other people was so transparent. ” No TillY, HE IS NOT and NIETHER is BILL and BOB and will they ALL ever be glad to be rid of you and your maximalist art and you bothering them 24/7!” She yelled it across the room..like a snake spitting.
The other questions were in relation to my art work (she gave me HD last semester, but I showed my art work to ALL the teachers before her, so she had to) plus she was using me to devalue the others. When i asked the question of the other teacher, she burst in at the top of her voice to bignote herself and make out like she could predict what i would be working on (sociopaths), then thru in some sarcasm to top it off. I pretended i didn’t see any of her hatred and devaluing and discarding. I pretended i didn’t have her number but i am sure she knows.
I felt reactive to the rest of the class like I did when our recent abuser was on the site.
So what is the “right” thing to do?
I have her for the next 3 months, if I choose to stay. I cetrtainly can’t discuss my theme of psychopaths with her. I could hide it under the umbrella of “criminals” and she would buy it. Especially criminals with notoriety. She will be critiquing my body of art work for two subjects, for three months.
I am NOT up to the challenge. Tonight i am totally paranoid and depressed. I want to give up on everything. MY SPIRIT IS DOWN. i DON’T FEEL LIKE FIGHTING ANYMORE. I AM SICK OF IT. I WANT SOME PEACE.
I told my son, but he said i was making a mountain out of a molehill and that i just have to sit at the back of the class and do my art and not be affected by it.
I think he is right.
Then why can’t i do that?
I don’t know what to do. I like the young male teacher who is genuinely trying to teach me.
P.S. HELP!!!!!!
Rosa:
I need you buddy! Whatdyureckon I should do?