The Christian-exploiting cult (including elites, US corporations, research institutions, freemasons, and scientology) from America Tried to Make Me a False Prophet: A Serious and Detailed Testimony

Reflecting on 2022–2024, the New York City Years, and the Intergenerational Network of Elite Cult Abuse

By: A baptized Christian woman, age 27
Location: Montreal (returned from New York City)
Date of writing: April 2026

Preface: On the Necessity of Detail

I am writing this not for shock value, not for attention, and certainly not for sympathy from those who have already decided I am insane. I am writing this because the truth requires detail. The truth requires specificity. And the enemies of the truth rely on vagueness, on confusion, on the exhaustion of the reader who does not want to believe that such things could happen in a modern city in the twenty-first century.

But they did happen. They happened to me. And they are happening to others.

What follows is a serious account. I do not exaggerate. I do not fabricate. I have become more accurate the more I have written, not less. If you find this difficult to believe, I understand. But difficulty believing something does not make it false. And the people described in this testimony are counting on your disbelief to continue operating.

Part One: The System Itself – Intergenerational, Ordinary-Looking, and Globalizing

Before I describe specific events, I must first describe the nature of the system that targeted me. This is not a small cabal of easily identifiable monsters wearing robes in basements. It is an entire ecosystem—elaborate, technologically sophisticated, and spanning generations.

The Old and the Young Together

The network includes the old generation and the young generation operating in tandem. The old ones have seniority, authority, and presumably the original access to the technology. The young ones are recruited, or born into the families, normalizing their traditions and values and then some become recruiters themselves. What I observed in New York City was not a temporary coalition but a structured, intergenerational operation with protocols, hierarchies, and rituals that have clearly been refined over decades.

The old and young ones do not look like villains or exceptional. Some look plain, others look unattractive, while some conventionally attractive. Elderly or middle-aged people you would not glance at twice on the subway. Some of the young ones look like ordinary millennials and Gen Z—people you might share a drink with, follow on social media, see on university campuses and laboratories, corporate compounds, or sit next to in a coffee shop.

This ordinariness is not incidental. It is functional. It allows them to move through society undetected. It allows them to recruit without raising suspicion. And it allows them to point at someone like me—someone who is visibly distressed, who writes long testimonies, who has been hospitalized—and say, "See? She is the crazy one. We are normal."

That is the cruelty of their design.

The Public Persona Versus the Private Evil

This is perhaps the most important thing I have learned, and I want to state it clearly:

To the rest of the world, many of these people (i.e., the ones affiliated with the research institutions) present themselves as kind, democratic, leftist, compassionate, relatable, and even soulful. They are the people you would trust. They are the people you would vote for. They are the people you could invite into your home without a second thought. They seem normal. They seem good. They seem like the kind of people who would never hurt anyone.

Others are more obvious, looking like people from greasy US corporations, wearing business suits or pea coats, slicked hair and tans, etc. They seem hedonistic, the type of people who solicitate prostitutes and participate in weird rituals.

The elite old families are lanky and have a sense of arrogance and assuredness within their steps, with sneers and knowing glances, related to their ancestry of freemasons. Hair is reddish, or greyish, or greyish blonde. I include some artificially generated photos in earlier blogs, and you can check out the entire composition of some of the cult members.

But to me—to their target—they reveal a completely different face. Callous. Prideful. Cruel. They show me their distorted and creepy autotuned voices, intentionally modified to sound demonic. They project hellfire and worms into my perception. They mock me, humiliate me, and try to break me.

And then they go back to the rest of the world and act like nothing happened.

This duality is not accidental. It is a deliberate strategy. They want to be loved and respected by the general public while abusing their targets in secret. They want to be seen as good people while doing evil things. And they are very, very good at this performance.

I bless God that I have seen through them. I pray that more people will see through them the way I do. And I pray that more people will be saved by the free gift of grace through Jesus Christ before they are deceived by these wolves in sheep's clothing.

Active Global Recruitment and Race-Mixing

What disgusts me most, now that I have had time to reflect, is that they are not content to remain within one country or one ethnic group. Some of them are actively trying to race-mix and recruit people from different societies, races, and nations. They want affiliates in other countries. To root their free masonry and values in other nations, while dressing up as Christians, and hoping to indoctrinate new cult members to support their drawing towards war, money making, along with fulfilling biblical prophecies, while calling on morals, ethics, virtue, freedom and democracy. They want to globalize their network.

I want to say, I support freedom and democracy, and the gospel of Jesus Christ. But once you put these things together and realize the free masonry ways that ultimately do not focus on Jesus Christ, God, but on human progress, and focusing on the human to be like God, along with condemnation to minor sins and criminals of the working class, versus the more obvious and blatant and systemic inequities that their own get away with, you see much of the elitism, racism, hypocrisy, systemic racism and unfairness (when in practice versus their ideals) that their system perpetuates.

This is not multiculturalism. This is capture. They approach people from other cultures, offer belonging or secret knowledge or technological advantage, and then slowly integrate them into the same rituals, the same abuses, the same contempt for ordinary humanity. They want to be able to say, "We are not just Americans. We are international. Our network spans continents."

I have heard them reference other nations. I have heard them attempt to recruit across racial lines. And I have watched them try to use my own ethnic background against me—calling me "AmeriKar" (I am not American), associating me with China, and then using that association to justify their contempt.

They want to corrupt every society. They want to leave no nation untouched.

Part Two: The Long-Term Narrative They Are Building About Me

I need to be explicit about the story they are constructing, because understanding their narrative is the only way to resist it.

The Jealous, Humiliated Fool

They want the world—or at least their future recruits—to see me as a jealous, humiliated, miserable fool. They want to present me as someone with inherently inferior genetics, someone destined for hell as a demon, someone who was never truly saved and never truly human in the way they consider themselves to be.

They say I am masking goodness but am secretly evil. They say I am part of their satanic collective whether I consent or not, because they have surveilled me, because they have collected biometric data from me, because they have projected their own disgusting fantasies onto me long enough that they believe I have internalized them. They say I am complicit.

This is a lie. I rebuke it in the name of Jesus Christ. But I want you to understand why they tell it.

The Mockery of Wealth: "You Are Rich With Our Money"

One of their favorite mocking tactics is to tell me that I am rich. They claim that they donate money to me—money that I will never use, never see, never have in real life. They call me a fallen star in their community, wealthy beyond measure, but only within their delusional framework.

This is a joke to them. A cruel joke. They know I have nothing. They know I am treated with disgust. They make sure I know how average I look to them, how unremarkable, how unworthy of actual wealth or status. And then, in the same breath, they call me a secret idol that they have set up through their technology. They treat me in disgusting, wicked ways while simultaneously claiming that I am exalted in their hidden system.

They call me an ugly Jezebel. A demon wannabe. A false prophet. A fool.

None of these things are true. But the inconsistency does not bother them. They do not need to be consistent. They only need to keep me off balance.

The Long Future: Showing Me to New Recruits as Proof

Here is their deeper hope: that the world continues for decades or centuries. That they continue to recruit young people from multiple nations. That those new recruits are told, "Look at this woman. She was our enemy. She was demonic. See how she suffered? See how she was humiliated? See how she is now remembered? This is what happens to those who oppose us."

They want to use me as a cautionary tale. A warning. A piece of propaganda to bond their future members together in shared contempt for someone they never even met.

They want to say, "She was always subpar. She was always demonic. She was never of God. Everything we did to her was justified."

I rebuke that future. I rebuke their ability to control my memory. In the name of Jesus Christ, I refuse to become their teaching example.

Part Three: The Death Ritual of April 2024 – A Detailed Chronology

I now return to the specific event that became the turning point. I will describe it as precisely as I can.

The Setup: Alcohol, Weed Gummies, and Their Timing

In April 2024, while I was still living in New York City, I consumed alcohol and two weed gummies. I do not know whether the gummies were tampered with. I do not know whether the alcohol was used to potentiate something else. What I know is that they had been monitoring me continuously, and they chose this moment to act.

They had been waiting for a state of altered consciousness. Not because they need it—their technology works on sober people as well—but because they wanted plausible deniability. They wanted to be able to say later, "She was high. She imagined it. She cannot trust her own memory."

The Simulated Death: Worms, Hellfire, and the Chanting

After the substances took effect, they began projecting images directly into my perception. I saw worms. I saw hellfire. I saw decay and descent. These were not hallucinations generated by my own brain. They were too precise, too externally controlled, too responsive to the people who were chanting at me.

A man chanted rhythmically. I remember specific phrases: "Fatter, spinning like a piñata, down to hell." He repeated variations of this for what felt like hours. The chanting synchronized with the projected images. Worms would appear on a beat. Hellfire would flare on a refrain.

This was not random. This was choreographed ritual abuse.

The Physical Suffocation: Technology and Biology Combined

At the same time, they made it impossible for me to breathe properly. Part of this was the weed gummy—I acknowledge that. But part of it was their technology: direct energy weapons or some other system that created the sensation of suffocation, that made my diaphragm lock, that made each breath a struggle.

I have since learned that similar technologies can induce feelings of drowning, burning, or crushing without leaving physical marks. That is what they did to me. I was not having a medical emergency. I was being technologically suffocated.

The suffocation lasted for the duration of the evening. I was unable to get relief. I could not call for help—whether because of the technology or because I was too disoriented, I do not know. I suffered until I passed out from exhaustion.

The Morning After: No Trauma, No Transformation

I woke up the next day feeling refreshed. Fine. Normal. The same person I had been before the ritual.

This was not supposed to happen.

Their entire model of ritual abuse assumes that the victim will be traumatized. That the victim will emerge broken, changed, or at least deeply disturbed. When I did not—when I woke up and went about my day as if nothing had happened—they became suspicious. Then annoyed. Then angry.

I had broken their script.

Part Four: Their Pivot – Trying to Manufacture a Resurrection Narrative

Because I was not traumatized, they could not use the "broken victim" narrative. So they tried a different narrative: the resurrection.

Pretending I Had Died and Come Back

They began acting as if their death ritual had actually killed me. As if I had died that night, gone to hell, and then returned to life. They pretended that my survival—my waking up the next day, my lack of trauma—was not a failure of their abuse but a supernatural miracle.

They wanted me to believe that I was Jesus Christ. That I had survived death because I was divine. That I was the second coming, or Mary the mother of God, or some other exalted figure.

This is not flattery. This is a trap.

If they could convince me that I was Jesus Christ, then they could control me. They could tell me that "Jesus" should behave in certain ways, say certain things, obey certain instructions. They could manufacture false prophecy through me. They could use me as a puppet.

The CT Scan in Montreal: Feigned Fury

When I returned from New York City to Montreal and was hospitalized, I received a CT scan. During this time, they pretended to be more angry and infuriated with me than they actually were. They acted as if I had committed an offense by surviving, by returning home, by not playing along with their resurrection script.

This feigned fury is a manipulation tactic. They wanted me to believe I had done something wrong. They wanted me to feel guilty for being alive. They wanted me to apologize to them for not dying.

I did not apologize.

Their Speculation About Why I Survived Unchanged

I overheard—through their voice-to-skull projections—their speculation about why I was not traumatized. They suggested several possibilities:

That I had some kind of genetic or psychological resistance to trauma.
That they had not applied enough force (the "light simulation" theory).
That I was actually a demon or a psychopath incapable of normal emotional responses.
That I had already been dead inside before they started.

None of these are correct. The truth is simpler: I am a regular human being who puts her faith in Jesus Christ. And they do not understand how that works. They cannot model it. Their technology can simulate hellfire, but it cannot simulate grace. Their rituals can induce suffocation, but they cannot induce despair in someone who has hope outside of themselves.

That is why I survived unchanged. Not because I am special. Because I am ordinary, and my hope is not in this world.

Part Five: The Full Range of Technological Control They Demonstrated

Before and after the death ritual, they showed me many capabilities. I list them here so that others may recognize them if they experience similar phenomena.

Sensory Manipulation

Cataract projection: They created white shadows over my eyes, making it impossible to see clearly. This was not permanent—they could turn it on and off—but it demonstrated control over my visual perception at a physiological level.
Muscle atrophy simulation: They made my fingers lock and contort, unable to move. They controlled the muscle signals directly.
Bladder control shutoff: They closed the sensory signals from my bladder, making me unable to urinate while simultaneously mocking me for not being able to go to the bathroom.

Pain and Suffering Induction

Direct energy weapons capable of producing localized pain anywhere in the body.
Suffocation simulation (as described above).
Hellfire and worm projections that felt physically warm, like a fever, not merely visual.

Psychological Manipulation

Voice-to-skull communication: They could speak directly into my perception without sound traveling through the air.
Image projection: They could show me anything—hellfire, worms, faces, symbols—as if I were seeing it with my eyes.
Pavlovian conditioning attempts

Long-Term Surveillance

Continuous monitoring of my location, biometrics, and even my internal states.
The ability to know what I was thinking, feeling, or intending before I acted, and the intention to lie to me about my thoughts, intentions, feelings, values, and physiology (literally lying to me about how I feel about certain topics, while making me have intrusive topics on uncomfortable perverse and violent thoughts towards people I do not want to think about)

This technology exists. It is being used on ordinary people. And the people using it are not government agencies in any straightforward sense—they are networks of elites, cults, and affiliated individuals who have access to capabilities that the public does not know about.

Part Six: The Revolting Practices They Normalize Among Themselves

I must name what they do, even though it is disgusting. Silence is not protection. Silence is complicity.

The Perversion of Eucharist

They use their surveillance technology to drink the bodies of unknowing civilians. They collect these fluids remotely through the technology, and then consume them as part of their rituals.

They call the fluit they drink of civilians "honey."

They claim that this practice sanctifies them, makes them more powerful, brings them closer to God. They compare it to the Christian Eucharist, where Jesus Christ said, "Take, eat; this is my body" and "This cup is the new covenant in my blood."

But they are not eating the body of Christ. They are drinking the bodies of adults (confirmed), and allegedly minors, infants, and the elderly. They are performing a sacrilegious inversion of the sacrament. And they are doing it with the full knowledge that their victims never consented.

They project invasive sensations onto their targets. They want to condition their targets to associate arousal with violence. They want to create what they call gooning: a trance-like state of arousal combined while they project distressing imagery and sensory sensations.

They do this to adults. They do this to their own recruits.

I believe that they drink the bodies of "elects" among the nations, as well as random people they find attractive or interesting or useful.

I rebuke this in the name of Jesus Christ. I do not consent. My parents do not consent. No one consents to being surveilled and harvested in this way.

They have said that because I watched some true crime documentaries in the past, I deserve this. To be, apparently a "snuffed," they say, with these classic free masonry and scientology sneers and gnashing teeth expressions.

This is a lie. I do not want any of this. God, Yahweh, is my witness and I am too. I have never wanted any of this.

Part Seven: The Gaslighting and the Goal of Induced Insanity

Their primary goal from the beginning was to make me insane. They wanted to induce schizophrenia, paranoia, and psychosis. They wanted me to lose the Holy Spirit, to take the mark of the beast in spirit, and to become unsavable.

Why? Because if they could make me insane, they could point at me and say, "See? She was always crazy. Nothing she says can be trusted. We never did anything to her."

The Love-Bombing Contradiction

At the same time that they were abusing me, they also tried to love-bomb me. They spoke in cutesy ways. They flirted. They pretended to like me, to bond with me, to be my friend.

This is not kindness. This is manipulation. If they only abused me, I would have left immediately. But by mixing abuse with intermittent affection, they hoped to keep me confused, attached, and uncertain about what was real.

I see it now for what it was. At the time, it was disorienting.

The Mockery Disguised as Bonding

They called me derogatory terminology. But they sometimes say these things in playful tones, as if we were sharing an inside joke. They wanted me to laugh along with being degraded. They wanted me to internalize my their dehumanization.

When I do not laugh—when I took them seriously, when I objected, when I fight back with God on my side—they become more cruel and wait for the long game, hoping that my life would still be a mockery, to be criticized as amoral and psychopathic, to be accused of being narcissistic and a bad person to my parents and friends, among others, and as if I am deserving of their cruelty, and, apparently, from the perpetrators' perspectives, eternal damnation.

While they were trying to bond with me, they were trying to exploit me while keeping me compliant. If it weren't for my Christian Faith, some of them would only see me as "trash" to be exploited in other ways.

The Hoped-for Tragic End

Their ideal outcome was for me to commit suicide. Failing that, they wanted me to become a self-isolator, cut off from all human contact, slowly deteriorating alone. Failing that, they wanted me to be mocked and shunned by the rest of society—a laughingstock, a cautionary tale, a crazy person whose testimony no one would believe.

When I offended them—by not breaking, by writing this down, by exposing them—they escalated. Even prior to writing, they foreshadowed, during the summer of 2025, that they would try to manufacture additional narratives and make me do criminal things: that I was a criminal, a school shooter, a pedophile, among other wicked labels. They projected these accusations onto me hoping that I would internalize them or that others would believe them.

None of this is true. I am none of those things. And I rebuke every false accusation in the name of Jesus Christ.

Part Eight: The Family Line Curses – How They Try to Corrupt Genetics and Behavior

What I am about to write is among the most disgusting aspects of their operation. I hesitate to name it because it sounds extreme. But I have heard them say it explicitly, and silence would be a disservice to other families who may be experiencing the same thing.

Cursing the Bloodline

They have told me—through their voice-to-skull projections—that they are cursing my family line's genetics. They claim that through the technology, through the disgusting things they do to me, they can transmit corruptions to my family members. They hope that my parents, my relatives, and future generations will develop lawless behaviors. Criminality. Pedophilia. Violence. The same evil they practice.

They want my family to become like them. Not through recruitment, but through curse. Not through choice, but through technological contamination. They hope that the abuse they inflict on me will ripple outward and corrupt everyone connected to me by blood.

This is how cruel and disgusting these American elite cults are. They are not content to abuse me alone. They want to destroy my entire family line. They want to make my parents into criminals. They want to make my cousins, who live in China, into characters like them, trying to corrupt other children from different nations. I rebuke their transnational ritual curses and witch craft in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

The Truth About My Family

Regardless of how they curse my family and me, we will never become the perpetrators. We will never do the disgusting things they do. We will never curse eternal damnation onto random people. We will never mock and humiliate the vulnerable.

I am not worried. Because at least I—along with my parents and the rest of my family—am more decent and more God-abiding than they are. That is not pride. That is observation. We do not have their technology. We do not have their wealth. We do not have their network. And thank God for that. I cannot and will not be affiliated with their evil wealth, their disgusting technologies, or their perverted rituals. I simply will not have access to those things, and that is a blessing, not a deprivation.

They call me rich with their money—money they donate to me that I will never use, never see, never have in real life. They call me a fallen star in their community. They call me wealthy. But I have nothing of theirs, and I want nothing of theirs. Their mockery means nothing. Their wealth is blood money. Their technology is an abomination.

Let them call me an ugly Jezebel. Let them call me a demon wannabe. Let them call me a false prophet. I am none of these things. I am a baptized Christian woman who puts her faith in Jesus Christ. And no curse they speak can change that.

A Specific Rebuke for the Family Line

I rebuke their curses on my family line in the name of Jesus Christ. I rebuke their hope that my family will develop lawless behaviors, criminality, pedophilia, or any of the other evils they practice. I rebuke their technological attempts to corrupt my parents, my relatives, and my future generations, as well as the curses they have been sowing similarily to other families and individuals whom I do not even know, but know they have been doing this to.

My family nor other families will be negatively affected by them and their demonic curses and witch craft. We will never become them. We are decent people. We are God-abiding people. And we are protected by the blood of Jesus Christ, not by their technology or their curses.

I bless all of us, unknowing to be victims of such curses and witch craft, to be protected and sanctified by the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, with love, goodness, Truth and decency, protection and light, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Part Nine: Why I Remain Celibate and Childless, A Blessed Option and Deliberate Choice

I will remain childless. The answer is not fear of pregnancy. The answer is deliberate, rational choice given the circumstances.

These people have made themselves enemies of my bloodline. They have cursed my future children. They have said explicitly that they hope for the worst suffering for any child I might bear. They would surveil my offspring from birth. They would probably ritualistically abuse them. They would try to break them, mentally, I certainly believe so (given what they do to me).

I refuse to hand them another generation and project to mock and sneer at.

I remain celibate. I remain childless. Not because I am broken, not because I am traumatized into dysfunction, but because I am protective and think of long-term consequences to the decisions of today. I will not curse my own children nor ancestry by birthing them into a system that contains people who already consider them prey and enemies.

If the world were different—if these networks were dismantled, if justice existed, if evil were not rewarded with impunity—I might have wanted a family. But the world is not different. And until it changes, in which unlawful authority members are also held accountable for their even crueller crimes and abuse of power, I will not create new life for them to surveillance, among other things.

I bless the heavens that I have remained unmarried and without children. I thank God that in my circumstances, this has been a mercy.

Part Ten: My Formal Prayer of Rebuke and Protection

I now speak publicly what I have spoken privately many times. This is not performative. This is spiritual warfare.

The Rebuke

I rebuke every evil curse they have spoken over me in the name of Jesus Christ.

I rebuke their bad omens, their witchcraft, their sacrilegious rituals, and their anti-humanity technologies in the name of Jesus Christ.

I rebuke their accusations that I am jealous, humiliated, miserable, or a fool. I rebuke their claim that I have inferior genetics. I rebuke their labeling of me as a demon, as wicked, as inherently subpar and not of God.

I rebuke their long-term hope that they will show me to future recruits as an enemy, gross, demonic, and deserving of everything they did.

I rebuke their war-mongering. I rebuke their cultural decline projects. I rebuke their recruitment of other nations and races into their disgusting network.

I rebuke their hope that I will commit suicide, become a self-isolator, or be mocked and shunned by society.

I rebuke their attempts to manufacture me into a criminal, a school shooter, or a pedophile.

I rebuke their projection of masturbatory sensations and violent imagery. I rebuke their snuff film fantasies. I rebuke their perverted Eucharist.

I rebuke their curses on my family line. I rebuke their hope that my parents or relatives will develop lawless behaviors, criminality, or pedophilia. I rebuke their technological attempts to corrupt my bloodline.

I rebuke their mockery of wealth—their claims that I am rich with their money, their calling me a fallen star, their secret idolatry of me through their technology. I am none of these things. I want nothing of theirs.

I rebuke their names for me: ugly Jezebel, demon or angel wannabe, false prophet, fool. I am a flawed individual, but I am a baptized Christian woman made in the image of God, and I pray that I answer only to Him.

In the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. Amen.

The Prayer of Protection for My Family

Heavenly Father, I pray that You protect my parents. I pray that You protect the rest of my family. I pray that You protect our souls, our spirits, and our behaviours—now and eternally into the future.

They have cursed us. They have tried to corrupt our genetics through their technology. They have hoped that we would become lawless, criminal, perverted. But You are a just God. You see what they have done. And You know that we are decent people who abide by Your commandments.

Please sever any claim they think they have on my bloodline. Please protect my family from their technological attacks. Please keep my parents safe. Please keep my relatives safe. Please do not allow their curses to take root.

I pray this prayer not only for my own family but for all nations and all families—especially the East Asian families they curse in this way. Protect them, Lord. They do not know what these networks are doing. They do not know that they are being targeted. Please shield them. Please expose the evildoers. Please bring justice.

In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

The Prayer for the Nations

I pray this prayer to all other countries, nations, and societies that have been bewitched and cursed by these networks in similar ways. I pray for other targeted individuals. I pray for other families who have been surveilled, mocked, and ritualistically abused.

I pray that God exposes them. I pray that God frustrates their recruitment. I pray that God protects the young people they are trying to indoctrinate. I pray that God confuses their technology, scatters their network, and brings their evil to light.

I pray that more people see through them the way I do. I pray that more people recognize that these average-looking, charming, seemingly kind and compassionate people are wolves in sheep's clothing. I pray that the Holy Spirit gives discernment to the vulnerable.

And I pray that more people are saved by the free gift of grace through Jesus Christ before it is too late.

In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

A Prayer of Thanks

Thank You, Jesus Christ. Thank You, God, for knowing how disgusting and revolting they are. Thank You for giving me the opportunity to show the true character of these imperialist, elite, Freemasonry-affiliated Americans. Thank You for allowing me to be a witness.

Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for keeping me sane. Thank You for preventing me from becoming like them. Thank You for the decency of my parents and my family. Thank You for the gift of faith.

I am not worried. I am not afraid. Because I know that You see everything. And I know that in the end, justice belongs to You.

Thank You, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Part Eleven: Final Witness – They Want a Laughingstock, But I Choose to Be a Witness

They wanted me to be insane. I am not insane.

They wanted me to be a false prophet. I refuse to be a false prophet.

They wanted me to believe I was Jesus Christ or Mary. I know I am neither. I am a 27-year-old woman, born of a mother and father, baptized, ordinary, made in the image of God like every other human being.

They wanted me to commit suicide. I am still alive.

They wanted me to be a humiliated, miserable fool. I am writing the truth instead.

They wanted me to be a laughingstock. I choose to be a witness.

They wanted my family to become corrupt like them. My family remains decent and God-abiding.

They wanted to curse my bloodline. I rebuke their curses in the name of Jesus Christ.

They wanted me to be jealous of their wealth. I want nothing of theirs.

They wanted me to feel inferior because I look average to them. I am made in the image of God, and that is enough.

A Final Observation About Their Public Persona

I want to say this one more time because it is so important:

To the rest of the world, these people seem kind. Democratic. Leftist. Compassionate. Relatable. Soulful. You would easily think of them as normal, even potentially charming or likeable. You would never suspect what they do in secret.

But I have seen their distorted and creepy autotuned voices, intentionally modified to sound demonic. I have seen the face they hide from the public. I have been the target of their wicked sides.

Do not be fooled by their public persona. Do not be charmed. Do not assume that because someone seems good in public, they are good in private. The wolves are dressed as sheep, and they are very, very good at the costume.

Bless God. And may He allow more people to see through them the way I do. May He allow more people to see through me the way He does. And may He allow more people to be saved by the free gift of grace through Jesus Christ.

My Continued Hope

I do not know what will happen to me. I could die tomorrow—by their hand, by accident, by natural causes. I have no guarantee of safety. I have no promise that they will stop.

But as long as I am alive, I will refine my testimony. I will write more accurately. I will speak more clearly. I will not be silent just because they want me to look crazy.

I put my faith in Jesus Christ. Not in technology. Not in cults. Not in false prophecies. Not in the hope of becoming special or exalted.

Just Christ. Just the truth. Just another day alive, refusing to break.

Closing Amen

Heavenly Father, Lord Jesus Christ, Holy Spirit:

You see what they have done. You see what they continue to do. You see their evil, their pride, their sly wickedness, their contempt for the ordinary humans You made in Your image.

Do not let them trick other people from the nations. Do not allow their genetics and their values to rot other families. Judge them for the evil and slyness and disgust they do. Protect the innocent. Expose the guilty. And give me the strength to keep witnessing until I have nothing left to say.

Thank You for the decency of my parents and my family. Thank You for keeping me from their evil wealth and disgusting technologies. Thank You for the free gift of grace through Jesus Christ.

I am not worried. I am not afraid. I trust in You.

In the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior.

Amen.

End of testimony.

—A baptized believer, age 27, Montreal (returned from New York City, reflecting on 2022–2024)

Postscript: I have written this in as much detail as I can manage. I have preserved every nuance. I have not reduced or sanitized beyond what was necessary. If this seems long, it is because the truth is long. The truth requires space. The enemies of the truth rely on brevity and dismissal. I give them neither. Amen.