Loy Young

Villains want to conquer and need strong sex,intimacy is way too soft, too giving.

A woman I will call Simone was a high-class hooker. She appealed to strong men who wanted to be dealt with in a rough manner. That was how Simone found her power, by literally beating men. She took money for using whips, handcuffing her clients and making them bark like dogs before she would have sex with them. She had a heart of steel and was turned on by exercising her strength.

Only when Simone took a specific drug did she find a part of herself that she liked. One time when Simone was high on this drug, she experienced herself as part of a whole, a drop in an ocean of tears. That was when Simone came to see me.
She believed men were all wimps who would cheat on their wives with the likes of her. This time, the familiar villain story line was “men are unfair.”

As a child, Simone had been beaten by an angry father, who otherwise ignored her until she became a sexy young lady. Then he screamed that she was going to be a whore, every time she put on lipstick and short skirts. When Simone was date-raped through drugs that were slipped into her Coke, her father considered the crime her just deserts and beat his daughter on top of all her other injuries.

The girl ran away from home at sixteen and began to support herself as a hooker. She had three abortions before she learned how to protect herself. Her clients were men who loved a really mean bitch in the bedroom. As a consequence, Simone was not only filled with her own hate, but of her clients’ emotional waste as well.

Each time Simone was beating a man as a prelude to sex, she was really punishing her father for making her feel bad about her body. And each time she was given money for beating a man, she felt powerful.

As we began to peel off the rejection she had felt, the desire she had to get her revenge lessened. Simone experienced a big drop in income as many of her clients wanted exactly what she had offered previously, pain in order to get an erection and to feel. When Simone’s love began to shine through, a hero appeared who married her and took her back to his home in Mexico where Simone became the beauty of the town.

3. The dragon guarding the treasure

Sex is a method the villains use in an attempt to release their over strong energy. However, as there is no emotional surrender, the physical union does not satisfy the villain for long, so sex becomes an addiction as the villain searches for the next high. Without the ability to trust and to surrender, nothing can satisfy the villain. So he keeps coming back for more and more.

Villains often need other villains to become aroused. Since beauty symbolizes love in the physical realm, the villain frequently uses money to surround himself with exquisite art, over attractive men and women, and delicious food. Unfortunately, this type of love is never enough, and the villain always feels starved for love that only an open heart could receive. He becomes an insatiable personality.

Vadim, whom I worked with in New York, was a very wealthy man. He lent money mostly to Russian immigrants at high interest rates and was involved in a protection racket. He also owned a top Russian restaurant.

His brownstone house in New York was filled with exquisite art collections. Champagne, caviar, lobster, and pâtés were his daily fare, and the most gorgeous Russian women surrounded him even though his wife was a stunning beauty herself. Nothing could satisfy Vadim longer than a few moments. He could not surrender long enough to feel the love within the beauty.

Like many villains who cannot experience their sensitivity, he was haunted by nightmares. He often woke up screaming yet he could never remember the dream. He just knew it was always the same. When I asked Vadim to tell me stories of his youth I was not surprised that he couldn’t remember any. Deeply hurt personalities usually bury their painful memories in the dark recess of their subconscious.

However, Vadim was intrigued with past life experiences as he thought he could cheat death in this manner. He was deeply afraid of dying. Very seldom do I ask villains about today, as all their problems are nicely covered up. A faraway past seems always easier to confront than the fear in the here and now.

The emotional nature just loves stories; it doesn’t matter if they are true or not. In the beginning, Vadim could tell me only about the pain that was trapped inside him veiled in colorful legends of times long gone. Vadim insisted that indeed he had been Napoleon, Katherine the Great, and Tolstoy, and whatever other historic figure suited him. These frequently fanciful fantasies did help him to experience his fears.

As Vadim discovered that he didn’t die of fear, he dared to approach the problems that were troubling his body. He told me a tale about a little boy in Portugal over two hundred years ago, pulling a dead body to the shore. Upon closer inspection, the corpse turned out to be that of Vadim’s father, and he began to cry, while his entire body convulsed of pain. Then I knew I had hit upon a clue that would lead us to Vadim’s actual memories of his childhood.

In fact, as a child in Russia, Vadim had witnessed the murder of his father. Recalling the incident, his body again went into convulsions almost as if an electrical shock ran through it. His mother had feared for her son’s life and urged him to run away. At that stage, we found the love in Vadim that he had locked away like a beautiful treasure so no one would steal it.

Subsequently, Vadim was ready to turn his life around. The task was a tough one as he was part of the Russian mafia. How could he change his life without endangering himself and his family? Vadim was convinced that he could not extract himself from the criminal web alive, so he carefully masterminded his own death. In that manner, he mirrored his father’s murder.

Then he repeated his true and tested solution by fleeing yet again to a new country just as he did when he was a teenager. I heard nothing from him for some years. One day after I appeared on a television program in a foreign country, a man came up to me whom I would never have recognized. He had changed his hair color and undergone plastic surgery. Instead of collecting art as before, he created sculptures, welding big pieces of steel together. His work was awesome and had incredible depth, filled with the love he had rediscovered inside.