I arrived to a small Kansas town with a population of almost exactly 300 about the middle of July a few years ago now, back in 2013. I had been invited by a small group of "friends" that I had made from an online circle of pagans, occultists and spiritualists to come live with them at the house they had purchased a couple of years previously. They were quite the trio, let me just tell you, and not quite at all what I had expected based on how they had presented themselves online. Of course that is always a risk one accepts when meeting people in person from the internet. Anyway these three really topped my personal list of individuals who ended up not being who or what they claimed to be at all. I think some people have gone a little far into the rabbit hole a little too fast, but hey, that's just me. I could go into some really sick, strange, and disturbingly bizarre details about this little nomadic cult of three, but I will restrain from all of that, and believe me when I say that it's not hard for me to pass up talking about the subject. Period. In the very same breath however I will admit, just like with most bad experiences I've had, there was plenty of good lessons and positive things that came from it as well. All in all, after what must have appeared to the "leader" of this "troth" or "clan", to be some sort of warped power struggle for control of these couple of "followers" minds because I had attempted to open the eyes of these two "brilliant" minds who were blindly allowing themselves and their spirituality to be degraded daily by their so called spiritual leader (and all for her own twisted enjoyment and self-security), there was an attempt to frame me with a serious enough crime to do a lot of years behind bars and ruin my good name. Lucky for me the Sheriff was a wise enough man to see through their scheme. I really wouldn't have added this blog entry at all if it wasn't for the fact that I am going for an honest chronicle of my Journey. Kansas is not a favorite state of mine, and that is a hell of an understatement. After right about a year of the Bloody Kansas life I got out of dodge, headed for the Arizona high desert.
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