The Unholy Truth

Season 3, Episode 10. SEASON FINALE. Dear Cockroach, I hate your stinking guts. Love, MURDERED!

Season 3, Episode 9. The Prosecution continues its case against Kathryn Mean, The Cockroach Queen. Caught red-handed with her fist in the goodies jar, she doubles down on her triangulation between me and her grieving alpaca (a.k.a. That Lurking Homewrecker). She resorts to DARVO and gaslighting to question my sanity, then draws her line in the sand and demands that I place my dignity on her Satanic altar. When I refuse, she reveals her true Mean self and refuses to acknowledge the foul, wretched, hypocritical, treacherous, and disgusting evil she has perpetrated against me and the naively earnest trust I had erringly placed in her.

Season 3, Episode 8. We have business to talk about. If you can, I don't know, talk business. I think you have my number. Bye. 

Season3, Episode 7. I am the Light and I burn for Truth. I am Free and I seek Restoration. I am the Phoenix Dragon, and I am Pure.

The threefold flame of my Phoenix Dragon Fire, (comprised of Truth, of Love, and of Honor) has been summoned by all that is Holy to act as Prosecution against you - Kathryn Mean, the Cockroach Queen - that your wicked acts of demonic death-bringing under the cover of darkness may be revealed before the Throne of Judgment for all to see, that this Pure and Honorable Light of Truth may set aright the offensive imbalance created by your dark deceptions and thereby guarantee your infernal condemnation, which you have justly earned, in Divine Love.

I now bring a scythe for reaping what you have sown, and to you alone goes the harvest of misery, for I have been restored upon the throne of my Dignity which you sought to steal from me, so you could rule with Tyranny, and hide the Shame of your lack of integrity.

Season3, Episode 6. Cockroach Queen, the crimes that you have perpetrated against me are seemingly endless. Now that the illusion of your false persona has been broken, and your true infernal character has been revealed, any benefit of the doubt which I had heretofore foolishly extended to you may now and henceforth be considered as fully revoked.

Today, I am shining a new light on the monster behind the mask in the Unholy. Case of Kathryn Mean, the Cockroach Queen. I have employed the academic rigor of my education to pore through the extensive records that exist of communications between you and I. In the wake of dissolving the dream-spell glam of your gaslight (the one where you had me believing you were a decent person, and not an abusive predator) your continued exploitation of my trust has become excruciatingly evident.

The timeline of your crimes here, however, will be limited to the actions and events that have occurred from August until the present, where you continue to multiply your crimes without restraint.

The Prosecution's case against you begins with the zero-point, three-word gaslighting text that was sent by you to me in the middle of August, as I was under "advisory evacuation" and preparing for an inevitable mandatory evacuation order with yet another wildfire heading my direction and threatening to burn down my family home, laying all I own to desolation.

Your message read: "you ignored me."

Season3, Episode 3. OK, Burger King. Have it your way. Let's talk business if you can find your way out from under the rock where you've been hiding and meet me in the plain light of day. No more threats. No more insults. No more accusations. I'd like you to take the domain for your name .com off my hands as well because I am no longer your whipping boy and I will no longer allow you to blame me for your failed visionary enterprises.

I am the Light of PHOENIX DRAGON FIRE and I now render asunder the dark corners of deception where you have laid in wait to strike against me like the venomous predator you have shown yourself to be.  

Hey, Kathryn Mean The Cockroach Queen, come on out in the spotlight where you can be seen.

Play Nauseous For Me...
Kathryn Mean, you're as vile as a cockroach in a dream.
No more than a scheming, filthy, lout - And you have no shame.
I get nauseous just hearing your name.

Season 3 PHOENIX DRAGON FIRE premiere. Exposing an aging malignant female covert narcissist. In the light of my PHOENIX DRAGON FIRE, The Cockroach Queen can no longer hide in the shadows. We now stand at the Throne of Judgment where my three-fold flame of Love, Truth, and Honor has been summoned to act as Prosecution in the unholy case of Kathryn Mean.

Episode 8. Season 2 Finale. In a moment of great triumph, the shackles that have kept me imprisoned in this life-stealing Hell matrix for so long, finally begin to break away. The mask that Kathryn Mean has worn for all these years is torn apart by the light of Holy Truth which now reveals her hidden, unholy, and secret self - and, so exposes it for all to see. I figured it out. You owe me. The Phoenix is born! Stay tuned for more in Season 3: Phoenix Dragon Fire.

Episode 5. From the Desk of Kathryn Mean, Dungeonmaster and Chief Executive Tormentor of KM Visionary Demonic Enterprises, LLC. Okay, Burger King. Have it your way.

Episode 3. Come clean, Kathryn Mean... and torment my soul no longer.

Episode 2. Cut off and confused. Tormented by the absence of my abuser, I look to Teal Swan in the hope that she may shed light upon my abhorrent and inescapable distress. All the while, my tormentor acts as though she cannot hear my spirit wailing in the night and ignores the foul stench of my rotting corpse that now surrounds her. Kathryn Mean will not turn her key in the enchanted shackles with which she has imprisoned me. The Satanic witch hopes that her criminal foul play against me will never come to light, while she parades around in the stolen robes of my dignity, painting her victim control story and putting me in the frame.

Episode 1. Season 2 premiere.  
All at once, the room is filled with a sulfurous cloud and a blinding light, as the sound of a match being struck, pierces the cold, dead silence.  There is the silhouette of a small, mean lady of a certain age illuminated in the doorway as the sole point of focus in the darkness.  If we could see her expression, it might look something like the curiosity of a cat examining the mouse between her paws to see if it's actually dead and if the game is really over.  She says not a word.  When she is satisfied, she turns her back to the foul rotting corpse that she keeps locked up in her dungeon and closes the door behind her.

Episode 8. Season 1 Finale. Death comes with no relief, as Kathryn Mean has trapped me between worlds with diabolical shackles enchanted by her Satanic witchcraft of treachery and deception. My corpse has been abandoned and left to rot beneath her floorboards in the insipid blackness of her infernal Hell Matrix while my soul cries out in anguish, enduring endless torrents of torment and helplessly swirling in foul tides of the diseased cesspool in her Luciferian labyrinth. Kathryn Mean will not turn her key in the locks and so she has condemned me to be the haunting spectre of her criminal foul play against me and doomed us both - The Haunting and The Haunted.

Episode 7. The brutal slaughter of the scapegoat and the fatal blow of a narcissistic discard. Having finally accepted that she will never succeed in finding my breakpoint, Katryn Mean has grown weary of her wicked work and is now bored of tormenting her captive. She gleefully draws her demonic death-bringing blade across my neck and dances in the hot sanguineous rain of my very lifeblood, then leaves me chained to the rack where I bleed out for her vengeful satisfaction in complete darkness and utter isolation. 

Episode 5. Helpless, outraged, and losing hope. Tell the truth, little Truth Teller tells little truth. The Truth is the key. The ring of Truth will set my soul free.

Episode 4. Confused with word salad and outraged by this control story imprisonment, but I'm finally beginning to get the picture here. The person that I thought I was dealing with, up until now, was just a mask that had masterfully concealed the demon within.  Weakened by starvation, cruelly taunted by her dangling of the proverbial carrot, and kept in chains as her helpless captive, a dawning understanding begins to take form. As I try to make sense of what is happening to me and sensing that she is planning my ultimate demise, I prophetically warn my tormentor: Killing me is like breaking a mirror, it won't change what you see in the next one. 

Episode 2. Messages from within the evil control story dungeon. Defending against the red-herring deflection accusations of my tormentor. Extending the benefit of the doubt and completely confounded. Spinning in the punitive poopy pupa that has no end because my abuser will never accept responsibility for the consequences of their foul play against me.

Episode 1...From beyond the grave. What follows here is a collection of messages that I sent to my tormentor, Kathryn Mean, over the course of 9 and a half weeks, while she kept me alive and tortured me for her amusement. It is a record of my confusion, of denying my inner knowing in favor of the dream spell illusion that everything I’ve ever wanted - her affection, her empathy, her recognition - was just around the corner, it is a record of my desperate bargaining (once I understood the helplessness of my captivity) and, ultimately, my acceptance that she intended only to bring me to my death. If that were only the blessed end of my torment! How I have prayed for the merciful release that I hoped death would bring me! Alas! Yet, one more treachery!