Spiritual Narcissism, Obsidian Armour & The Night the Stones Spoke

Let me tell you a story that doesn’t begin with “once upon a time”— 

It begins in the ruins of survival. 

I am a survivor of narcissistic abuse. 

That was my demon—or at least, the one I thought I had to slay. 

And they say… 

Once you survive that kind of hell, 

You don’t walk out.  You rise. 

A little more unshakable. 

A little more dangerous. 

A lot more wise. 

They also say jealous women are dangerous. 

But what about jealous men? 

What about spiritual jealousy—the kind that doesn’t shout, 

But sets traps in silence? 

In late 2023, I was at my most vulnerable. 

Physically sick. Spiritually cracked open. 

I hit pause on everything. 

I reconnected with an old friend from university.

He lived in Olón, a mystical beach town in Ecuador. 

He offered a place to stay, some sun, and a sea breeze.

I brought him jewelry I had made—one piece in particular: 

A pendulum pendant, aligned with the seven chakras. 

A tool for healing. 

A gift from one seeker to another. 

Flash forward to 2025. 

I had risen from the ashes. 

More connected to my heart. 

More me. 

And he invited me back. 

But energy never lies. 

When I arrived, I found the pendulum necklace sitting inside a crystal bottle, 

like a captured relic— 

An altar, yes. 

But not one that felt pure. 

No door had a lock. 

There were Santería objects around. 

And the air? 

Heavy. 

Thick. 

Like something unseen was feeding. 

He vanished the next day—left me alone in the house. 

That night, I couldn’t sleep. 

Things moved. 

Whispers in silence. 

But nothing there. 

Still… everything there. 

Weeks later, the pattern repeated. 

Another invitation. 

Another house. 

He’s gone again. 

This time, the darkness was more literal. 

Lights flickered. 

TV turned on and off.  

Doors opened themselves. 

Something didn’t want me there, 

or maybe it did—but not in light. 

I wore my black obsidian cross. 

I whispered protection prayers. 

I became my own priestess, 

in a house that felt like it was trying to swallow me whole. 

A guard there—soft-spoken, wide-eyed—told me something I’ll never forget: 

“Some people here sell those with light to the devil for power.” 

Was he warning me? 

Or explaining me? 

I don’t know. 

But I call it what it is: 

 spiritual narcissism. 

The shadow side of spiritual envy. 

The darkest kind of energy vampire. 

They don’t want your body. 

They want your light. 

I left. 

When I finally landed in Guayaquil, 

safe, grounded, alive— 

I walked into the bathroom, 

and my obsidian necklace 

—the one I’d worn like a shield— 

fell and shattered. 

Right there. 

Into pieces. 

Coincidence? 

No. 

Crystals break when their job is done. 

They absorb. 

They protect. 

They carry the fight in silence. 

I believe in their power because I’ve lived it. 

Earth-born allies. 

Silent protectors. 

Truth tellers when the world whispers lies. 

So if you’ve ever felt unsafe, unseen, or like something you can’t name is draining you—don’t ignore the energy. 

 Arm yourself in sacred tools that don’t just shine, 

 but guard. 

At Epico Designs, we don’t just make jewelry. 

We create protection you can wear, 

power you can hold, 

truth you can feel. 

Each piece is handcrafted with real gemstones, ethically sourced, and intentionally designed to support healing for your mind, body, and soul. 

🌙 Visit our shop and protect your light. 

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