I almost died because of their ableism.
And that needs to be said, because these cuntbuckets are out here squawking self-righteously about their fake "autism activism", and Megan is going so far as to pretend she has autism now because ChatGPT told her so.
These people are liars.
They are hiding and masking the exact abuse that they've done to other people behind the scenes - including what they did to me.
Jeff and Megan are not just ableists, they are eugenicists. They have no business saying a single word about neurodivergence. They belong on their knees, in front of a firing squad. And so does every other cult member in there who was complicit in ableist abuse.
I haven't talked about this publicly because frankly, the documentary filmmakers proved to me that they are not at all ready to have an honest conversation about ableism and how deeply ingrained it is in this false, sick civilization.
And I knew my perspective and my rage would be unpopular. My perspective, my Truth, would not fit the narrative that the documentaries wanted to put out there.
My Truth is never popular. While I was in the Twin Flames Universe cult, I was the odd one out because I didn't suck up to Jeff and Megan. Now I'm the odd one out because of my Truth of how Jeff, Megan and most of that cult nearly killed me with their vicious ableism.
For years I haven't been able to talk about it. I have had to fight my way out of an Underworld cage of psychic scapegoating. Following Hekate's torchlight, and trying to rebuild basic faith. Being endlessly re-traumatized as I learned how the scapegoat curse operated. Facing constant triggers about tainted spiritual truths and tainted spiritual connections, like with Paramahansa Yogananda (Jeff and Megan seriously damaged my ability to trust him). And learning - far too many times - that my taboo Truth has not been welcome in this false Matrix.
It's like the same groupthink I fought against while inside TFU, became the same groupthink I have been facing after leaving TFU. Nothing actually changed.
For years I've had to keep silent because the mass psychosis, the mass cognitive dissonance around ableism, is shocking. It's become clear that most people would rather die than admit they were wrong about me, and about people like me. And it's why I have had to be very, very careful.
My Truth is ugly, raw, real, and doesn't match the lovey-lighty language of the false self-help world or the social mores people cling to. My Truth doesn't fit a narrative of fake spirituality that is built on a foundation of ableism. My Truth is confronting, scary and threatening.
But the time for Truth is coming.
Everyone's masks are gonna get ripped off real soon.