How narcissism will save the world…

Got your attention? Good!

Let me show you the evolution of my thinking, and why I believe that humans, in the original sense of Narcissism, will save the world. Yes, you heard me—I proudly identify as a narcissist.

Let’s start with the myth of Echo and Narcissus. The original story where the name Narcissus was born.

A myth is a second layer of teaching in spirituality—the mesoteric way. This second teaching is rooted in the knowing that there is no right and no wrong. I’ll go deeper into this subject further down the rabbit hole… euh, essay 😉

The depth you can find in these folklore is tremendously powerful. So let’s unpack it!

The Myth of Echo and Narcissus

In ancient Greece, there lived a beautiful young man named Narcissus. His beauty was unmatched, and many fell in love with him, but he showed no interest in anyone. He was proud and distant, rejecting all who adored him.

One of those who loved him was Echo, a nymph cursed by the goddess Hera. Echo had once been a lively chatterer, but after angering Hera, she was punished: she could no longer speak her own thoughts and could only repeat the last words spoken to her.

One day, Echo saw Narcissus wandering through the forest. She was instantly captivated by his beauty and longed to speak to him, but her curse prevented her from expressing her love. When Narcissus called out, "Is anyone here?" Echo could only repeat, "Here… here…" She emerged from the trees, arms open, hoping he would accept her love. But Narcissus did not choose her and pushed her away. Devastated, Echo retreated into the wilderness, her body fading until only her voice remained, echoing through the mountains.

The gods saw Narcissus' cold heart and decided to punish him. One day, he came across a clear, still pool of water. As he bent down to drink, he saw his own reflection for the first time. He was mesmerized by his eyes. He fell so deeply in love with his own reflection he could not tear himself away.

Day after day, Narcissus gazed into the water. He spoke to his reflection, but it never answered. He longed to embrace it, but whenever he reached out, the image rippled and disappeared. It was at the same water’s edge where he died years later. In his place, a flower bloomed—the narcissus, a symbol of both beauty and tragedy.

Meanwhile, Echo's voice continued to linger, forever repeating the words of others, a reminder of longing and unreturned love.

How Has This Myth Transformed?

So, how did this myth transform into what we know today? Let’s time travel to 1914, when the term ‘narcissist’ was conveniently redefined...

It was Sigmund Freud who redefined the meaning of narcissism in a psychological context. While the original myth of Narcissus was seen as a cautionary tale about vanity, unrequited love, and retreat into self, Freud created his concept in the early 20th century.

Freud's ideas laid the foundation for later psychoanalysts like Otto Kernberg and Heinz Kohut, who further explored narcissistic personality structures. Eventually, the term "narcissism" evolved from a poetic myth into a psychological diagnosis, leading to the modern concept of Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) in psychiatry.

Interesting, right 👀?

The Power of Words and the Truth of Narcissism

But you know me—I LOVE playing with words, it’s the foundation that builds my world, my reality. It’s my human superpower, alongside breathing 😉 I was looking for the original ‘birth’ of the word. (I do this with a lot of words that are suddenly "hip" and thrown around... I NEVER just copy new words that are tossed around by sleeping brains). I was happily surprised I found a myth! The deepest of the deep are written in stories and myths, and it's SUCH a pleasure to let it open my mind.

Personally, I'm kinda sick of ‘having to’ copy/paste the ‘truth’ of the last centuries, where it’s clear we lost a lot of depth and connections. And call me a conspiracy theorist, but I don’t believe it was all a mistake. The power that we, as individual human beings, have (EVERYONE, NO EXCEPTIONS) is systematically boxed into a tiny, scarcity-driven brain loop that 95% of people just accept as ‘normal’ without even questioning it. We scream whatever the other person says, or the opposite of the other, depending on where our griefs lie—without ever really thinking about it… including the most of the words you use on a daily basis.

The misuse of words over the last decades is one of them. Luckily, by becoming aware, there is NOBODY but yourself who can give you your power back. Just start paying attention 👀.

Mesoteric and Second Teachings:

As I mentioned earlier, myths and stories act as the mesoteric layer of spiritual teaching—the bridge between the exoteric (outer, literal teachings) and the esoteric (hidden, inner truths).

Exoteric (Outer Knowledge): This is the face-value interpretation—the one most people know: Narcissus was vain, obsessed with himself, and his downfall is seen as a warning against arrogance. It’s the moral lesson that many take at face value, never questioning what lies beneath.

Mesoteric (Symbolic Knowledge): This is where myths act as coded teachings, guiding those who look deeper. Here, Narcissus isn’t just a warning about vanity—he’s a seeker who goes so deeply into himself that he discovers the illusion of self, leading to dissolution. Myths, in this way, are initiatory tools, meant to awaken deeper understanding.

Esoteric (Inner Knowledge): This is the direct experience of truth, beyond words and stories. It’s what the myth is pointing toward, but which can only be realized through personal experience. In this case, it’s the full collapse of self-illusion—enlightenment.

Myths and stories are the second layer of spiritual teaching—the mesoteric path. They act as hidden maps, guiding those who are ready toward deeper awareness, while remaining just “stories” to those who aren’t looking. That’s why they’ve lasted for thousands of years.

Now, the story we all been waiting for!

Lincy’s: The Myth of Echo and Narcissus: A Journey into Everything and Nothing

Narcissus was not cursed. He simply was.

From the moment he was born, he carried a beauty so striking that the world could not look away. But no one truly saw him. They saw only what they wanted to see—projections of their own desires, their own stories. They longed to possess him, to claim him as theirs, as if beauty was something they could hold. The power was always within. Narcissus remained untouched. He belonged to no one. Still seeking the love he knew must exist somewhere, he encountered Echo.

She, too, loved him—but like all the others, she did not see him. She could only repeat what was already spoken, a reflection of words instead of truth. She reached for him, but how could he embrace something that had no voice of its own? How could he love someone who did not exist beyond the echoes of others?

And so he wandered alone, until he found the water. He bent over to drink and found the depth of his eyes.

For the first time, he saw something that didn’t chase him, didn’t need him, didn’t speak in empty echoes. It simply was. A face stared back at him, neither reaching nor retreating. It did not beg. It did not demand. It did not need. It was just there. And in that stillness, Narcissus finally met himself.

At first, he admired it. Then, he questioned it. And then—he fell into it.

As he gazed, the lines between himself and the reflection blurred. What was real? Was he the one looking, or was he the one being looked at? The deeper he stared, the more the illusion unraveled. He realized: there was no him. There was no other. There was only seeing. Only presence. Only everything, and thus, nothing at all. The obsession of finding more and more depth within kept him at the same water’s edge. The love he sought—here he found.

He did not die. He dissolved—he vanished into the space between self and reflection, where there was no longer a 'him' to mourn.

The Narcissus flower that bloomed in his place was not a marker of tragedy. It was a symbol of transcendence—the self realized as the whole, and in that realization, set free.

And Echo? She still speaks. But she only repeats what has already been said, waiting for those who, like Narcissus, are willing to look beyo

So, my dearest reader, which perception of the story is true? Or is it, like everything in this world, simply a reflection of the one who is looking?

How it will save the world? Do I really need to spell it out for you? 👀. No, I thought so. Let's all step into the reflection that is the love we are!

Addiamo!

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Some juicy video of me trying to explain the ‘concept’ what brought me the way of thinking that you could read in my blog 😁.

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