The Attack Face

Metaphorical Narrative

You are lying on your back.
Vulnerable. Still. Exposed.

Above you, a face looms — the manic critic, twisted in contempt. Disgust pours out of their mouth like venom, criticism spilling faster than you can breathe. Their eyes rage with hatred, as if your very existence offends them.

In that instant, your body makes its bargain: “I will run this program myself. I will turn their contempt inward. If I punish me, maybe their face won’t crush me again.”

The seed of self-hate is planted.

Core Insight

Self-hate was never born from nothing. It was planted by an outer critic’s face of contempt. To survive, you carried their disgust inside, sentencing yourself endlessly.

But here is the truth:

• That face was never authority.
• Their rage was never truth.
• Their disgust was never yours to host.

What felt like survival became perpetual sentencing. But today, the scene ends differently. The face burns. The contempt dissolves. The critic’s penalty is eternal indifference.

Saturday Experiment

1. Close your eyes and recall the critic’s face above you.
2. Whisper: Attack face revealed.
3. Make the whip motion — sharp, final — and declare: Burned.
4. Watch the face dissolve into ash, leaving only open air above you.

Sunday Reflection

• How has the critic’s face replayed itself in your life?
• What shifts when you stop hosting their disgust as your own?
• Who are you when you lie back with no face looming over you?

Sovereign Seal

I reject the seed of self-hate.
I reject the contempt of the manic critic.
I do not host their disgust.
Their attack is ash.
Their penalty is eternal indifference. 🔥