Preface: A Thread That Runs Through Time
This post does not stand alone.
It is part of a long thread I began pulling publicly more than a decade ago—first in 2013, when I warned against placing one’s life in the hands of gurus, institutions, or substitute parents, and again in September 2017 and April 2017, when I wrote openly about scapegoating, mob behavior, and the bloodless cruelty of respectable people hiding behind religion, authority, and silence.
At the time, those posts were easy to dismiss. They were inconvenient. They named dynamics that most people prefer not to see until they are personally caught inside them.
What follows is not hindsight wisdom. It is continuity.
This piece records what happens when the mechanisms I described years ago are fully activated—and when the intended target refuses to comply by self‑destructing.
There is a lie society clings to because the truth is unbearable: that cruelty is rare, that institutions protect the innocent, and that “good people” will step in when injustice is obvious. My life taught me otherwise.
If I had been the one to break—if I had succumbed to the meticulously orchestrated psychological warfare aimed at me—my name, face, and past would have been paraded endlessly. My teenage rebellion would have been exhumed. My lack of religion would have been cited as evidence. Panels would have convened to explain why “the little woman” collapsed. Careers would have been built by standing on my head.
That was the plan.
Psychological Warfare and the Scapegoat Mechanism
I was targeted by a coordinated group of sociopaths who understood one thing very well: destroy the person who tells the truth, and the truth disappears with her. Smear campaigns, gaslighting, isolation, professional sabotage—each move calibrated to provoke self‑destruction.
I stared evil in the face. Not metaphorical evil. Real, calculating, smiling evil.
Once you have been targeted by a mob of sociopaths, you never look at humanity the same way again. You see how quickly masks slip, how many people wait on the sidelines, hoping you will burn so they can profit from the spectacle. Most people do not intervene. They watch.
The Silence When One of “Them” Falls
When the plan failed—when it was not I who self‑destructed but one of them—the room went silent. Cover‑ups replaced outrage. The same people who would have dissected my life chose discretion, compassion, and privacy for their own.
This is how power works.
My ex‑boss, a religious man, a former law‑enforcement officer, lived behind the perfect cover. He robbed banks and hid inside a security company. On my birthday, he chose the wrong day to keep running. He never made it back to his cover.
If roles had been reversed, the story would have been moralized into a sermon about godlessness. Instead, there was quiet.
Religion, Repression, and All‑or‑Nothing Minds
I have seen firsthand how rigid belief systems fracture the psyche. When everything is divided into heaven or hell, good or damned, one misstep can feel like total annihilation. For some, that inner terror explodes outward.
Religion did not restrain my ex‑boss. It intensified his split.
Alice Miller named this dynamic decades ago: repressed childhood fear does not disappear—it compels. And when denial is absolute, the acting‑out can be catastrophic.
The Lie That Nearly Erased a Legacy
What would have been lost if I had been destroyed is not just my life. It would have been the discrediting of Alice Miller’s work itself—because my book is grounded in her insights. That is why the pressure was relentless.
But psychological warfare has a paradox.
When it fails, it exposes the truth it was meant to bury.
Their attacks did not invalidate my work. They validated it.
Why Intelligence, Status, and Fame Don’t Save Anyone
People like to believe that intelligence protects, that success inoculates, that money insulates. It doesn’t. I have watched brilliant, educated, powerful people regress into obedience, cruelty, and groupthink.
As Miller wrote, intelligence excels at rationalization.
The most dangerous people are often those who appear respectable—wolves in carefully curated sheep’s clothing.
Cult Dynamics Without the Cult Name
You do not need a compound or a guru to have a cult. You only need:
induced fear,
authority that cannot be questioned,
and people trained in childhood to obey.
That is how mobs form in offices, communities, and institutions. That is how abuse hides behind “values,” “faith,” and “professionalism.”
The Eye of the Storm
I survived because I had already done the work. Alice Miller’s books were my Enlightened Witness when I had none. I learned to listen to the body, to recognize projection, to refuse regression.
When the storm came, I did not fight it.
I stood in the eye of it.
Free.
What Remains
I am done expecting humanity to save itself.
Most people prefer illusions. They follow false heroes into the abyss and call it virtue. They dismiss truth‑tellers by their past, their job titles, their social rank.
A former dancer. A gate attendant. A nobody.
So I smile and wave.
I keep writing. I keep naming what others fear to see. And I enjoy my freedom—earned the hard way.
Not sad for me.
Sad for those still pretending.
A Final Truth
“A criminal is never guilty on his own. If society at large could ever find the courage to learn from the chain of events that occurred in each criminal’s life from day one, we could prevent many future crimes and a lot of unnecessary suffering.”
The people who conspired, enabled, and watched have blood on their hands, even if they never pulled the trigger.
Silence is not innocence.
It is complicity.
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