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Written in 2015 while under attack
“Until we make the unconscious conscious, it will direct our lives and we will call it fate.”
— Carl Jung
It’s all becoming so clear.
When you bring light into darkness—when you expose the truth behind emotional repression and toxic societal conditioning—you're bound to provoke resistance. I’ve long understood this intellectually, but now I’m living it viscerally. After publishing A Dance to Freedom, the emotional plague—the collective denial system—came after me with a vengeance.
Targeted for Telling the Truth
The mob I encountered at work wasn’t random. These people were deeply invested in their illusions. When my book came out—telling the truth about childhood repression, narcissistic parents, and the repetition compulsion—it threatened their fragile internal house of cards. And so, unconsciously, they united against me in a collective reenactment.
They made me the scapegoat. Just like in their childhoods. Just like I once was.
But this time, I see it. And I refuse to play the role.
The Emotional Plague in Action
What’s happening to me is a textbook reenactment. These individuals—driven by repressed wounds they can’t face—project their inner chaos onto others. Onto anyone who dares to show them a mirror.
They are not evil. But they are dangerously repressed. Because what is unconscious becomes compulsive—and compulsive behavior, fueled by fear and unacknowledged trauma, spreads like wildfire through social systems. It destroys truth-tellers.
This is how mobs form. Not just in politics, religion, or history—but in the mundane corners of daily life. Offices. Schools. Families.
Their Projection Is Not My Identity
I’ve had to work hard to stay grounded in my truth, to resist the pull of their projection. But I know who I am. I know what I’ve healed—and I know what they refuse to face.
They accused me of things I did not do. They twisted facts, spread rumors, manipulated others—all in service of maintaining their inner denial. It’s painful. But it’s also illuminating.
They need a scapegoat because they can’t face their own buried pain.
They need a “Lucifer” to point at, so they can avoid meeting their own inner darkness.
The Dance with Lucifer
That’s why I’m calling my next book Reenactment: A Dance with Lucifer.
Because that’s what this is—a dark, unconscious waltz with the disowned parts of the self, projected outward. Those who scapegoated me were dancing with their own shadow, but they were pretending it was me.
I see now that Lucifer is not a literal demon. It’s a symbol for the light-bringer—the one who illuminates what others refuse to see. And what happens to the light-bringer in a world addicted to darkness?
They are punished.
Staying Free
But I won’t go back into the emotional prison I escaped.
“Those who are free are hated by those still in chains.”
I didn’t write A Dance to Freedom to be liked. I wrote it to be honest. To offer a map to others still trapped in reenactments. To say: You are not crazy. Your pain is real. And you don’t have to live in it forever.
The mob’s hatred only confirms how deeply they are still trapped.
Not My Shame
Their rage, their cruelty, their lies—it’s not about me. It’s about their unresolved story. I just happened to become the canvas.
They are reenacting their childhood traumas. But I am not their mother. I am not the past. I am not the enemy.
I am free.
And I will continue to speak.
A Note to the Reader
If you have ever been scapegoated, mobbed, or targeted for speaking truth, know this:
It’s not your fault.
You are not alone.
And you are not who they say you are.
“The truth will set you free—but first, it will piss you off.”
— Gloria Steinem
Let it piss you off. Let it burn through the lies. Then walk forward, clear-eyed, and never let the mob steal your voice.
With love and solidarity,
Sylvie
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