Someone Really Doesn’t Want You to Read This

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In the wake of the #MeToo wave, to say that I found myself triggered was an understatement. I was hospitalized for six days, called myself “Whore of Babylon, Queen of the Universe,” rented office space in the World Trade Center, and joined a mystery school coven where people practiced Goddess worship and believed in “Sacred Wealth” and talked about alchemizing their trauma. I was telling anyone who would listen…