So a boy may grow up with a need to degrade (use) a woman to even the score with his mother, but then he is like his father was with his mother. Or he may grow up to seek security in the woman who spoiled him rotten like his mother.

The woman, while being worshipped by her mate, is in reality a slave of his growing need. The time will come when she will see that she is a slave and not the great lover she thought herself to be.

An infant is a tempting morsel for either one of these losers; it is a tender ego that can be tempted for its life by putting it on (or putting it down). By pretending love, a parent can weaken a child’s ego to keep giving of itself for that “love” (approval).

This “love” does nothing more than make us feel safe and secure in our ugliness—which allows the ugliness to flourish and grow. We could end up worshipping our parents, putting them on so they will put us on, clinging to each other’s deteriorating presence for mutual emotion security.

From the moment we come into this world we are covered with psychic leeches, sucked dry by their “love.” Sure, they “love” us—they need us! And because of this we grow up with a need (love) to use others in the same way.

"We look for objects of love and hate

and we 'look up' to those doing

'their thing' more than we"

As we are cut off from the roots of our true life and selfhood, we flounder. Having lost our connection to the healthy source from which to grow, our only recourse is to absorb and live emotionally from our environment.

And in that environment are weak people to feed upon, to make us “secure,” as well as “shining” examples to lead us. These have made us into what we are, they have given us our “heritage.” Their love is like a vampire’s bite—and we become vampires too.

Our changed identity, embryonic as it is, has the inherited pattern of those who got to us—and this corrupted pride begins immediately to look for elements that enable it to grow proudly, to see itself as an infallible king.

Being what it is, it will not admit to being corrupted. It only wants to be more (proud) of what it is. We feed on people (who sometimes seem to sacrifice themselves to us).

We look for objects of love and hate and we “look up” to those doing “their thing” more than we, who set the pace to glory. We also hate the Truth that would expose the falling pride for the monster it is, living on the dying, eating and being eaten, deceiving and being deceived, destroying and being destroyed.

Lo and behold we find ourselves “mature” adults—sick, pathetic, cannibalized beings—craving to be whole human beings without really knowing what that would be like. God calls us to live on Him. But if we don’t, we exist on people—secure in our pride, blind to the truth of our misery, and suffering until death.