When Spiritual Power Becomes Control: A Story Of Spellwork, Silencing, & Sovereignty

There is nothing more whole than a heart that has been broken open by truth. - Rumi

Let’s be clear.

This isn’t just about drama or hurt feelings.

This is about spiritual manipulation - the kind that hides in plain sight behind soothing words and performative wisdom.

The kind that wears the mask of mentorship but feeds on power and dependency.

Distorted leadership and twisted teachings that prey on trauma rather than truly heal it.

I discovered something I wasn’t intended to see on the Scorpio Full Moon.

Something that at first I thought couldn’t possibly be true.

Something that once I saw, I could not unsee.

My spiritual teacher deeply, intentionally manipulating others to rob, distort, and cast illusion for a false sense of power and control.

For a long time, I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing.

Because it meant acknowledging that someone I once trusted - that I sincerely believed was a friend and had even invited to vacation and stay with my family - was actively using their power to control, confuse, hurt, and divide.

And the damage? It ran deep.

A gross misuse of power. Betrayal. Creating opposition, energetic depletion, physical ailments, and deep wounding.

And, in some cases, altering life trajectories, gift expansion, and relationships.

The Pattern: Charm, Control, Collapse

She cloaked herself in goddess-like energy, but behind the scenes, it was all strategy:

• Find your vulnerability

• Mirror your pain

• Tether onto your deepest wounds and insecurities, masquerading as the “ideal” antidote

• Offering healing in exchange for loyalty

• And if you don’t comply?

  Erase. Smear. Attack. Distort. Discredit. Deplete.

This is narcissism in spiritual clothing - using divine language to disarm, then dominate.

People called it community and initially it truly felt that way.

But in reality, it was curated hierarchy,

And when someone shined too brightly - or threatened to step out of line in any meaningful way - the web tightened.

That’s what happened to me.

I was watched.

Talked about.

Lied to and lied about.

And when I started forming deeper connections that weren’t part of her plan - that somehow threatened her power and plans to misuse our gifts to grow her community- they were cut at the root through glamour magic, emotional triangulation, energetic manipulation through reiki and spellwork, and group manipulation behind the scenes.

Spiritual Warfare Is Real - and It Doesn’t Always Look Like What You Expect

This wasn’t just emotional.

This was energetic.

This was very real spellwork with intention - the kind that distorts perception, entangles clarity, and turns people against their own intuition.

I know what it feels like to be gaslit psychically.

To have your life path invaded.

To feel your own energy being used against you.

And what’s worse?

When others see the control, but say nothing because they are either afraid they will be next, fear rejection, or don’t want to be embroiled in the “drama”.

This is the dark side of spiritual communities that no one wants to talk about:

• Where “peace” is used to silence.

• Where “light” and distortion - that is intentionally crafted to play on your own wounds and insecurities - is used to blind.

• Where gaslighting and spiritual bypassing protects the abuser and shames the truth-teller.

What It Took To Leave

When I saw the truth in full - the manipulation and underlying magic - I couldn't unsee it.

At first, I wasn't sure how to move.

The fixer in me rose up. The protector. The sacred rage. The part of me who once believed that if I just showed enough care or clarity, people would understand.

I kept asking: How could I possibly walk away from friends I cared about, when I could see they were caught in something they couldn’t yet name?

But the deeper truth was: they had to see it on their own.

They were being called to reclaim that truth in a way only their soul could lead them to.

So I made a choice - one of the hardest spiritual decisions I’ve ever made or felt equipped to fully make.

To walk away in silence.

Not out of fear, or any inkling of not wanting to get involved, but ultimately out of respect.

Respect for each of our own sovereignty, life path, and individual discoveries and lessons.

To fully trust in the outcome I was shown and to stop pouring energy into a battle of distortion that wasn’t mine to fix.

I began quietly reducing engagement. I held energetic support for the truth and for each person in the group, excluding the triad of those involved at the top.

Twelve cord cuttings.

Not in anger - but in deep spiritual reverence.

Clearing entanglements. Releasing attachments. Weakening the dark magic that lie at the undercurrents of the spellwork and psychic spying being used.

Honoring connection without rescuing.

Then I erased every trace of my presence in the group and private text with the leader. Not to disappear, but to prevent my words, memories, and shares from being twisted and used.

That’s when the real attacks began.

Daily.

Sometimes multiple times a day.

Relentless.

It was my first real exposure to spiritual warfare - and I had a steep learning curve.

At one point, I faltered. I let emotion reopen a door I’d sealed shut. And I felt the energetic blowback immediately. That was the final lesson.

And so I left. Quietly. Completely.

Not with bitterness - but with a fierce trust in divine timing.

Knowing that the truth would reveal itself in the right way, at the right time, to all who needed to see it.

But even then, the smear campaign grew louder.

The lies and twisted truths multiplied.

I don’t know every word that was spoken - and honestly, I’m grateful.

But I know enough to say this with certainty:

This was unprovoked warfare.

And its roots were power. Control. Fear.

Fear of being exposed. Fear of losing image. Fear of losing control. Ultimately, fear of losing money.

And let’s be very clear -

This isn’t about one person being manipulated.

It is about a systemic pattern of spiritual abuse.

One I’m certain began long before I arrived in the group….and may very well continue unless truly seen and recognized for what it really is.

At the core of it?

Narcissism.

Unhealed Wounding.

Jealousy.

Spiritual bypassing.

The kind where charm masks control.

Where “healing” and the level of “teaching” you allow others becomes hierarchy.

Where power feeds on praise and insecurity and hollow praise becomes currency.

It’s a toxic loop.

And when it’s cloaked in spiritual language and a false sense of security within a teacher-student relationship, it is far more dangerous.

Because it seduces the seeker - and silences the truth-teller.

What This Really Is: A Return to Power

This isn’t just my story.

It is a collective wound resurfacing: the distortion of feminine power, cloaked in control, envy, and quiet manipulation.

It echoes the sisterhood wound.

The witch wound.

Where sacred circles fracture under the weight of shadow - and the distorted narrative is propelled at all costs - even if it means there is a scapegoat so that another can preserve her illusion of power.

This isn’t personal.

It’s ancestral.

And, it’s time we name it.

But something is shifting.

Truth is rising.

The spells are breaking - not because we fought back, but because we refused to stay silent.

There is a sacred kind of rage that purifies.

There is a clarity that cuts cords.

And there is a voice that, once claimed, can never be caged again.

Mine has returned.

Maybe yours is rising too.

And that is the unexpected gift that comes after the fire.

To Those Still Healing

I’m not here to convince anyone.

I’m not here to smear, point fingers, or cast blame.

I’m here to affirm what you already know deep in your bones:

• You can trust again

• You weren’t crazy

• You were never the problem

• You became a mirror too clear for someone still hiding from their own shadow

• You weren't difficult - you we're uncontainable, and that was never part of their plan

Truth doesn’t need approval.

True healing doesn't bypass shadow.

It walks straight through the darkest parts - torch in hand.

If these words stir something within you - whether that be grief, rage, or relief - you are not alone.

Truth is not always comfortable, but it is always clarifying.

May your body be a safe place for this knowing to live and land.

And to those of you who are still unsure, who feel something is off but can’t yet name it - I honor your journey.

Awakening is often not a lightening strike, but a slow, aching thaw.

May you trust the quiet wisdom in your gut.

May you know that when you are ready, truth will not abandon you.

This is my story. It is my truth. This was the wild, unexpected, initiatory event in my own Chiron Return.

I do not speak to be believed or validated. I speak to be free and to never forget what this lesson has taught me.

Truth, once voiced, becomes a lifeline - not just for me, but for anyone waking up from illusion.

Let this post be a flame. May it burn away illusion, and light the path back home - to truth, to integrity, to sacred remembrance - for us all.

Together, we rise - not in competition, but in reclamation.

For true feminine fire is bold.

She is radiant, unwavering, and unapologetically whole.

She does not chase. She does not shrink. She does not silence truth to soothe ego.

Let the full truth surface.

Let what was hidden be seen.

And may what is seen be fully healed - at last.

More soon.

The path forward has only just begun.