All tyrants exist in a food chain of command, with wimps before tyrants and tyrants as wimps. They all pass their powers up, all the way up to the presiding entity, while its vile identity (the character of its evil nature) passes down to the lowest on the totem pole.

Although cruelty tends to shape us into people pleasers, we were not born that way. Too soft or violent circumstances, in one way or another, forbade the impudent and soulful presence of our innocence.

Since the first moment of man on earth, systems of passive-aggressive tyrants have continuously waged war against those in whom dwell the light of common sense. Do not take offense.

Chances are you are presently unwillingly enlisted into this chain gang of misery, inherently playing out one of these roles. 

You need to watch for the telltale signs of this, such as a difficulty in saying no. Look for an awareness of the comforts of your own habits, such as always having to be in control. Unfortunately, it is difficult, often impossible, to see that you are not really living your own life.

Denial, being predictable, is every tyrant’s advantage over you. Having re-created you in “their” image, through trauma, your enslavement is often confounded by suddenly embracing and nurturing in you the very spirit that cruelty implanted.

Consequently, you are cursed and drawn to lying fiends and lovers. Perhaps you have heard stories about abusive men beating their wives and girlfriends, whereupon a hero comes to the rescue.

To his horror, both victim and tyrant turn against him. Police officers know this experience all too well. 

Because cowardly people in most nations identify with their bullies, they stand in silent consent, often living vicariously through their bully executioners. They take perverse pleasure in genocidal murder, abuse, rape and torture.

Identified with tyrants from birth, these people are compelled to look the other way, ignore irrefutable evidence, march in defense of, even glory in the gore of genocidal masters. 

Since the beginning, this little-known principle of ‘the worm that that does not die’ (Mark 9:48) has slithered through generations into homes and nations to rule as its sickest members.

"We try to resolve the guilt of childhood hate, while making life worse. Resentment refuels the past."

As we reach maturity, the authority that stood over us in childhood transfers as servitude to parental replicas whose very presence calls upon and exploits our conditioning. 

Therefore, the ancient curse passes on to the next generation. We are attracted to, perhaps marry, the wrong people and spend our entire lives in quiet or overt desperation, always seeking that special tyrant to save, or to save us.

We are becoming as the collective Borg in the movie Star Trek —what one thinks, all think. Notice how you react whenever you feel compelled to oblige a friend. Watch as you reach for an excuse such as “I don’t want to hurt his feelings.” In the dark recesses of the subconscious, excuses are identical in every language for every person.

This being the case, the excuse can hardly be electro-chemical. Rather it is (spirit) an ego, face-saving device that prevents us all from seeing that we are slaves of liars and abusers for nothing, an illusion of worth.

The frustration with your present lover serves only to reinforce the trauma of the past. A terrible need for a false sense of worth enslaves the multitudes to tyrants. Whether personal or political, our individual or collective destiny is sure to replicate our childhood cultural miseries.

Without appeasers, tyrannical political power could never exist. If your sense of existence has come to depend upon the violator’s lying love, resistance is futile — too little too late. Give that special someone power and you may enjoy a momentary rush of a good image.

In futility you will forever try to recapture that spark, because your ever-crumbling illusion of self-worth demands a perpetual reinforcement of your servitude. All such love is the transference of childhood conditioned servitude.

This is a perverse love that arises only out of hate. The abused are unable to “love” unless they are first abused. This is why women of childhood abuse remain mysteriously devoted to extremely cruel men that they seem to “love.” The victims of terror identify with and develop a similar affinity for the person terrorizing them.

In our private lives we come full circle in all our relationships back to the scenes of childhood horror. We try to resolve the guilt of childhood hate, while making life worse. Resentment refuels the past.

The tormenting father, mother, brother, or intimidating sister has cast you into one of those two dehumanizing roles, to become the very thing you hate, or avoiding that eventuality through submission. Emotions (denial) make it impossible to distinguish true from the false love.