Exposing my mother.

All of you (who are reading) are welcome to be the judges here.

You know what? I won’t even add pictures here. Nothing fits.

This article deals with my mother’s biggest fear: her pristine mask of “good, innocent woman” slipping.

I won’t use labels. I also won’t give you my opinion about the message received. I’ll keep to facts, and leave the judgement for the wider public who happens upon this article. And above all else, I won’t explain how I got the message. I’m sure you know I have my methods. She loves plausible deniability and hides behind it without thinking twice; So why not do the same? I’ll play her game here. I’ll do the exact same. I’d say this to her: have a taste of your own venom, cobra. And I’m pretty sure she would reply “what venom? I’m a saint, I’m a victim”. You know what, mother? Okay. Let’s run with that. You think you’re innocent? You think you’re a victim? Okay. In that case, if I’m telling lies, if I’m mistaken about you… I’m sure you wouldn’t fear what I have to say.

Or would you?

I mean, let’s be honest: I’m an anonymous writer on Medium. I didn’t even give you the link to it, you must have actively searched it. Are any real life identities being revealed here? No. So, if you feel an impact from this article, WHAT DOES THAT SAY about your stalking behaviour? Huh? Oh, you don’t like getting exposed? But sweetie… I was just warming up. Just getting started. We still have so much fun ahead of us! ❤ Buckle up for this wiiiiild ride.

See, we’re not playing with word salad anymore — Mercurial as you are. Now we’re going straight to consequences. And the fun part is: these consequences are AUTOMATICALLY programmed to only reach you IF you did something wrong. And in case I’m mistaken about you, they won’t. Isn’t that fun? I’m sure, if you’re the victim you say you are, if you’re as innocent as you say you are, you have nothing to fear. You can just glide through this article and forget it super easily. ISN’T IT?

I won’t address a single word to her anymore. The rest of this article is for my readers. Some might not be interested, and that’s ok, I’ve prepared the usual kind of detached/informative article for next week (we’ll be talking about spirit work, so stay tuned). Those of you who ARE interested in this, please keep reading.

Maybe some people will think, “why doesn’t Lucy address this in private”?

The answer is I’ve tried. I’ve tried for 20-something years, then stopped. Another decade went by when I just buried this problem because it was over anyway… But she kept unearthing and unearthing it. She wouldn’t let this go. She grasped and kept holding onto this matter like a starving dog holds onto a bone.

And I tried ignoring her childish attitude…Until now, when I’m FINALLY giving her the attention that she wants. I’m just not doing it the way she wants. You see, she’s a bit of an energy vampire. She loves feeding off my energy, and a private, controlled environment is IDEAL for her to accomplish that task. This is why I chose to make this public, because energetically, it means I’m directing my attention to the public, and not uniquely and exclusively to her. It dissipates before she can even get a hold of it.

That said, I understand that not everyone will want to participate. Don’t worry, I won’t take it personally. This is like jury duty: there are ways to say “no”. My own invitation to jury duty here is even MORE flexible: you can say “no” without explaining why, zero strings attached. It’s just an option.

If you choose to say “yes” and participate, though, keep reading. There are zero effects for you as a participant, other than, maybe, your entertainment. So… Enjoy.

The story that brought us all here.

I’m back to work from a holiday period. The thing is, unlike I usually do, I didn’t announce it on social media this time (where I’m sure her flying monkeys are awaiting information about me every waking hour). I chose not to travel, which is why I didn’t say a thing. Usually, I’d post travel photos. I really couldn’t care less how many people [who know me in person] see my posts, by the way, and I’m equally indifferent to who or how many people bring my news to her in secret. If my mother wanted me to live in fear because of her insidious and underhanded combat tactics, she was VERY mistaken. In fact I’m here to live my life to the fullest, and flex that on her while I’m at it because I know she watches me from a distance and can’t stand to see me happy without her. Okay? Take that, envious bitch.

This time, however, I just kept to myself for the circumstantial reasons already mentioned. Hence, I’m not surprised she didn’t know I was on holidays.

You see, I’m bringing forward for your deliberation a case of witchcraft. Not the ones we used to have in the Middle Ages — instead, a REAL instance. She has a history of working magic against me and against other people, as you’ll soon understand by reading the rest of this article; But usually, it’s easier to perceive. An angry attack carries with itself the energy of anger, which always feels a bit explosive and sudden. These tend to come, for example, when I write about abusers and she feels like I’m calling her out (“the shoe fits”, if you will), when I’m celebrating some kind of victory, when it’s her birthday (because how dare I not play the role of her puppet during her birthday, even now that we’ve been no contact for 5 years. But go figure, her logic went out the window?), etc. She sometimes attacks the people who are in my life (yes, I know about these attacks. Yes, they’re duly defended against and sent back. And no, I don’t feel “pity” for her or let these attacks through to my beloved just to be “the bigger person”. She can send all complaints to my PO box). Regardless of who is the target, though, her usual attacks are easy to perceive. I’m no longer the naïve little girl who went into denial just to keep hoping that mother would become a good person. Now, if I see an attack that has her energy signature, I BELIEVE it’s from her and stay in truth. That’s why they’re easy to perceive.

Some of her attacks, however, as it turns out, are steeped in contempt instead of anger. These are a lot more difficult to detect (because they don’t feel sudden or intense), and I didn’t know they existed, up until today when I received one at work.

Here is my recollection of what happened:

I came into the office, well-rested and eager to work again. Nonetheless, I immediately felt an intrusive feeling of powerlessness, mixed with a deep sadness and complete disregard for the tasks at hand. It felt like the result of a long period feeling this negativity, as if I had been absorbed in it for months and months on end. However… Hello?? I was just back from a relaxing holiday, and not only that, but I was eager to come back. If the negativity had started several weeks into my return, it would have felt more authentically mine. But not now. The energies didn’t add-up. The disconnect made me realise the negativity towards work wasn’t mine. This motivated me to look into it, I found some interesting evidence that it was indeed an attack, and this is why we’re gathered here today.

Namely: I found out, through a vision and a series of confirmations afterwards, that this attack, although fresh (by which I mean the remnants haven’t even decomposed yet), was part of a series of magical workings which started in my early teen years and kept on going henceforth, aimed at making me feel professionally and financially dependent on her. These have the explicitly stated (in the spell) objective of manipulating me to settle for her as my only source of abundance as long as she is alive. Recent edits show a clause acknowledging the physical distance that now is between us, and stating that regardless of this circumstance, I am to feel a strong aversion to any kind of bread-earning activity which doesn’t involve her participation (either direct or indirect).

This wasn’t delivered by means of projected thoughts, because I would have caught her red-handed too easily. I am resolute against getting back in contact with her, let alone beg her for money “because of my incompetence”. She knows that. This is why, instead, what I have been receiving all these years was vague feelings without an accompanying verbal message.

The question I have for the jury isn’t even “do you believe me”. Let’s skip that. My question is: would you say the behaviour I’m describing is acceptable and normal?

Do you think it’s “just a silly act of jealousy” [against the life I now have and the people who now participate in my life]? Would you say, in case she is found guilty, that this entire trial is an act of overreaction and “playing the victim” on my part, in order to make her look bad because I’m a very naughty child altogether and “should just obey her”?

I’m quoting her usual language, by the way. The contempt. The condescension. The refusal to treat me like an adult, regardless of what the law says.

I’m curious whether the wider public would consider someone who thinks she is above the law (both human and divine law), but pretends she never does anything because she always has a strawman to blame (sometimes fake, but often times, sadly, real people who are in fact innocent) for the execution of her onorthodox measures to keep me tethered to her energy against my will, “justified” in her actions.

In case some of you ended up here without getting to know me, or my full story, and are having a first impression of my life through this little snippet here — would you imagine a scenario where my mother has a right to do what she did?

I personally find it hard to imagine such circumstances, provided that everybody on Earth has a right to individuality and autonomy — a right which gets extended without discrimination to individual decision-making once we reach adulthood. Even psychopaths have that right. Even cannibals. Even people convicted of the worst crimes imaginable, or deemed insane, have that right. There are consequences to some actions, but the freedom to act, ITSELF, autonomously as an individual, is a universal right. That being said, I am interested in hearing plausible objections to this statement, if any.

In case no pronouncements are made (which might happen, since I chose to give you all freedom to remain silent here. Don’t worry, I have my measures in place to counter the attacks already), this article — and mock trial contained in it — still stands as a piece of writing which may bring a sense of relatability to some of the readers. It’s probably entertaining on some level, as well, I’m sure. We can’t have this kind of trial in real life, but the fictional exercise here is interesting for the sake of finding solace and comfort.

I’ll repeat once again what I said in the introduction: this is a piece of fiction, and any similarities to real life are… Perhaps more than mere coincidence? I mean, one wouldn’t be offended by it unless the shoe fits on some level; But in order to ascertain that, we would need a confession. This, ladies and gents, will very likely never come from a coward.

However, there is one thing which moves a coward to hopefully rethink her actions: public humiliation. And in case it doesn’t work, we can all wash our hands, because this matter can be escalated to much higher powers… And she might have a surprise or two during her reckoning, when her time on planet Earth will have come to an end.

Cheers.