Excuse them crowds Darlings, poor souls they just want to touch my hand.
I am the daughter of the Queen of Portland and the Head Shaman from the Himalayas. Their marriage didn’t last till my fourth birthday, but I inherited his healing hands and her royal blood.
Please don’t mind them; they don’t have a crown to look up to anymore, and no faith to calm them at night. I hope you will allow them the small joy they get from being in my proximity. I don’t take my responsibility lightly, I promise you.
And if you see the phone ringing and I don’t pick up, I hope you will understand it is not from indifference or hostility to the masses. I genuinely cannot help them all; I have to be careful and choose only the most needy. My time and powers are limited; the royal privileges I inherited from my mother is constantly under siege from the government, my step-sisters and my many cousins from my mother; and as for my healing energies, I do need to give a few hours everyday for them to renew itself. It’s all a constant work, but they don’t need to know that. I have dedicated my life to the masses with not a thought for myself. I don’t take it lightly; I have only brought three people back from the dead so far; not from a lack of capacity mind you, but just to ensure I don’t shake the cycle of life. Oh, I do get exhausted sometimes. Won’t you take a seat love?
There is not enough writing or information about Grandiose Delusion that I could find to share with you. You can read this article, to get an overall understanding of delusion. Then there is this slightly academic article on Grandiose Delusion that you may find of interest.