The Duchy of Jerald
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Happy Sunday<br />
Hi. It's Sunday and I imagine you are going to church. It's true that I'm an 'atheist' whatever that<br />
means. For me, losing a parent at age 2, it means the notion <strong>of</strong> a God in the sky and a father in<br />
the sky are all mixed up in childhood loss. Neither one are available to bring me presents, based<br />
on evidence.<br />
My mother wasn't available either because she was a narcissist, and I was in love with who she<br />
pretended to be when I did something for her. He's such a Good Boy. Essential grooming and<br />
training <strong>of</strong> a co-dependant and dogs. No wonder I prefer cats. That look, the narcissists stare, the<br />
unblinking eyes <strong>of</strong> the look <strong>of</strong> mothers love, gets me every time.<br />
I've seen it in lovers and yoga cult recruiters. At the Ashram they could really turn it on, God's<br />
love channeling, shining through the eyes <strong>of</strong> the Guru. <strong>The</strong>y even called it Divine Mother, as<br />
they were shopping for and grooming the 'karma yoga' codependents, slaves essentially, who<br />
traded labour for that look. At the church as well, whether it's the minister shaking hands at the<br />
end <strong>of</strong> the service, that loving stare in return for the donation, or the bishop when I was 13 at<br />
some rite <strong>of</strong> passage ceremony, the same unblinking intense look <strong>of</strong> a mothers love that we are to<br />
redefine as a spiritual experience.<br />
It's all part <strong>of</strong> who they are pretending to be. My last minister in the United Church held a<br />
meeting in his home, for us planning some art show I was to curate. He drank 2 bottles <strong>of</strong> wine in<br />
the hour I was there, and still kept the pretense up, <strong>of</strong> a sober serious man. He had some serious<br />
narcissist chops.<br />
<strong>The</strong> native charisma I suppose goes with it, the powerful personality <strong>of</strong> a world class charmer.<br />
Good actors either have it or are trained in it. I know when I was at art school we were trained,<br />
commercial fine art, in how to make an image 'look good'. I suppose if you can do that, trigger<br />
emotional responses with a pencil and a piece <strong>of</strong> paper, you can do it with anything, especially a<br />
human being.<br />
My teacher at the Ashram was a 6'6" imposing figure <strong>of</strong> a man, former truck driver with a radio<br />
announcers voice, recruiter extraordinaire, the most charming man I ever met. He hid very well<br />
the anxious and hostile makeup, I've found common in the type, behind the unblinking eyes <strong>of</strong><br />
feigned mothers love. As age 60 approached him, he married one <strong>of</strong> the young devotees, early