It took me a while to come to terms with what happened, and how it happened. So much played out, all using our emotions, our situation, and empty promises to get what was needed, and when. Because we were in that vulnerable a position, we were coerced into believing every lie about how life would become easier if the so-called assistance was given. Today, I share my story not just to heal, but also to silence those who assume I am now financially secure, so to speak.
Our homes are meant to be sacred The place where we rest, heal, and feel safe. Yet sometimes the danger does not break down the door, it walks right in because we welcomed it, trusting someone’s words and disguises.
There are people in this world who prey on kindness, on vulnerability, on the very moment you feel most desperate. They show up with sympathy, sweet talk, and a so-called “gift” of sight, claiming they sense evil in your home or life. They know exactly what to say, how to position their words, and how to stir fear so that you let them in further. They manipulate emotions, twist reality, and make you dependent on them for answers you never needed in the first place.
My mother and I were victims. Through a third party, strangers learned about our struggles, our desperation, our wounds. That was all they needed to pounce. They spoke of visions, claimed to remove unseen darkness, and introduced actions foreign to our faith, things we would never have considered under normal circumstances. But in that vulnerable moment, we believed. And we paid. We paid not just with money, but with our peace, dignity, and trust.
Now, looking back, the manipulation is crystal clear. They were not helpers, they were con artists who thrive on breaking others down to fatten their own pockets. Scammers wear many disguises, a friend of a friend, a friend, a healer, even a spiritual guide. But the pattern is always the same, they feed on your emotions, make you dependent, and leave you broken when there is nothing left to take.
This is my warning, from one manipulated, hurt, penniless victim to anyone who will listen..
DO NOT ALLOW JUST ANYONE INTO YOUR SPACE.
Protect your home, your heart, and your faith. Not every smiling face or concerned voice comes with good intentions. Some enter to heal, but some enter only to destroy.
Watching my mom plead with me in her final moments, to reclaim what was meant to be mine, turned me cold. My poor mother felt sympathy and pity for a face, not knowing the true intentions behind it. She died with regret for trusting blindly. It was a brutal lesson to both of us.
Worst of all was the remorse she felt, knowing that her blind, raw trust had sowed chaos in my life, a mess of her own unintended making. She understood, too late, that she had bred snakes.
Even more painful was knowing no justice would come once she was gone. No one would have the honesty to pay back what they took. And that stress, knowing this, was the very thing that took her away like the flash of lightning.
I now know your truth.