Blog by Katherine Lily Mae Harris
Ah, the faery tale, the true love story, the connection to another, beyond space and time……
Or
Love in the time of human trafficking……
Those of us who have always believed in fate and spirit, we have the cards not only stacked against us, but completely weaponized by dangerous people. We aren’t hard to fool in those ways, oh, that song, this moon phase, that bird flying by, the placement of the stars, oh that omen……
It’s enough to get one killed.
It almost killed me, again.
Because my ex already had me crippled. Otherwise those ‘trivial’ seeming vulnerabilities wouldn’t have been so dangerous. I would have had my own income, led my life, like I always did before.
After being crippled, I believed I would heal fully. I didn’t think it would take long, I have written enough in my other blogs, for anyone following this, to fill in the blanks.
To Summarize-got crippled, got away, was closer to God/Allah/Shiva than the Earth, attempted to redesign my life, believed everything would ‘be ok.’
It’s not ok.
It wasn’t ok and it still isn’t.
What did I believe in all my life? Love.
A love that was for me. Just like on this earth, there is a love for everyone……
During that time period, my focus was on healing, redesigning my life, facing injustices head on, calling them out to prevent them from happening to others, and also, on God/Allah/Shiva.
To be dead from blunt force trauma, what an experience.
To die of autonomic dysreflexia, what a joy….until you wake back up in earth hell, still experiencing injustice, as if you are the problem or trouble.
I remember around 2022 beginning to post online exactly what had been happening to me and I was starting to get angry, propelling me to awaken within me a spirit that allowed me to survive. I wanted to be peaceful Katherine in my older age, or giggling Katie, but these people, they caused me to pull on ghetto Kate, which is fine too, it’s all part of being human, all emotions, flowing, like a river.
I faced my abuser in court, while
His lawyer and government made me out to be the bad one, mocking me and downplaying everything, sneering at me and keeping me on the stand for one hour, as if I was the one on trial and not my ex who crippled me on Mother’s Day 2020, reinforcing the injury with night abuse that summer before I got away.
After that hearing, the Sufi group had a workshop, I went home and I turned on the zoom group, I silenced my video and microphone, I sat in meditation and I cried.
I continued to post regularly about the injustice I was facing, and what I ‘needed’ to physically adapt and redesign my life. My entire life, for my body to stay alive.
I connected more to the stars than to people in this time period. It isn’t the first time I’ve done that. I would look up and pray that my ordained spouse would find me and I had visions of us creating a better World through our love.
I am so spiritual and yet pragmatic. It is an interesting combination.
How could I become rooted in our ‘real world’ again, if no one was listening to what was needed? If the systems I paid in to, for 22 years aren’t honorable? What was I to do???
I kept posting. I wrote to our government, I wrote to anyone I thought could help EVERYONE who has ever experienced what I was going through and what I survived.
If I had been able to redesign my life, I could have moved forward. Instead my life was on a never ending pause…..and one that the result was for me to be treated like garbage and punished…..
In the Summer of 2023 I readied to leave on foot. Starting by giving away over half my belongings-I had no cellular from December 2022 until February 2024-only having any access to phone via WiFi.
I messaged and posted and nobody seemed to care what was transpiring in my life. No amount of writing or posting helped at all.
That Summer I let go of any ties I had to ethereal connections and heart ties. Even placing in the sea, rose petals I had kept from a single rose back in 2015.
Songs that kept me feeling connected to another, but if one loves you, they don’t let you go through the hardest time in your life, alone.
I would sing at home or play the keys and feel like my love was right next to me, Somehow. Maybe from above.
I saw a show eerily similar to one of my own writings, timelines, this show triggered me so much. From the appearance of the man to the way he loved her. I felt so connected to this man, not the actor, we have never met, but this man. From my writings on Timelines. Boots.
The month of July 2023 I left my apartment and walked with my sticks and he was just standing there. Saying nothing. I almost fell apart. I didn’t say anything and neither did he. Not a word.
As you can gather from the many writings in my blog already, I was in a lot of danger due to the triangulation of the local drug trade and corrupt government, they threw me in the middle, using me as a scapegoat-I figured if this man cared at all, he would be in danger too, so I said nothing.
Then I was an emotional wreck.
I narrowly avoided being sex trafficked.
I was able to get a small storage unit for the remainder of my belongings. I left on foot. I slept on sidewalks.
I had a perfect credit score and almost all my available credit card balance. I believed everything would be ok. That all would work out as intended.
I trusted In God/Allah/Shiva and guess what?!
The people trying to traffick me and disappear me, knew that.
They knew exactly what to say and do, to make me more vulnerable and easier to get rid of.
When flying out of Canada, a long layover in LA, to get the cheapest one way flight, to seek medical refuge-Peru South America-& as I boarded Latam airlines, I felt that something was slightly off, like there was danger, but I still was attempting to process everything from 2022 and before that…I didn’t even have the capacity to mentally comprehend anything else going wrong.
On the flight I watched a movie I had seen before. It also emotionally triggered me horribly, it was a cowboy though, and I don’t know any of those. I believed maybe that man, the one who stood there like that, cared about me. Maybe he helped me in ways that I didn’t realize and my whole heart was broken and I was emotional.
Was it timelines?
The desire to be loved?
The thought that I was loved by someone, when so clearly, I was NOT.
Nobody watches someone experience what I have, if they love them.
I remember saying that my ‘Cinderella’ day was now, before leaving, but I meant that I no longer would care at all.
I used to say in prayer at 3am, ‘forgive them, for they know not what they do…’
That I would stop believing people would be honorable and tell the truth to who they lied to. That I would stop believing in a better world. That I wouldn’t care anymore about what was happening because of this triangulation everyone caused in my life. I am not perfect, but I didn’t deserve what happened to me. Not at all.
So I cried on the flight. I had an emotional response. The timelines played in my mind.
I moved on.
I kept thinking it will all be ok, while the web traps kept designing for an outcome to be anything but ok.
I ended up in Peru, South America, mid September to the October 6th, I believed that people here would be honorable. That I would come home and everyone was going to decide that our area, the community, their families, the world, deserved better, than what had been the outcome of their horrible actions…..
Instead the outcome was to put me in more danger.
During the wait time at the airport in Peru, a man approached me and offered me a job, he said a few Bible verses to me and referenced God/Allah/Shiva, he was part of their network, knowing what to say and how to say it, part of the group of people that knew they had pushed me to right where they wanted me. Trying to triangulate the community against me. Place me in the middle and knew I had nowhere to turn.
I came home, slept on a sidewalk, then rented a car to check on my storage in Belfast, sleeping in the car, and then I ended up flying back to Peru, South America, Lima. Ave Arequipa.
As I’ve written before, the outcomes have not been Just. The experiences I’ve had do not match my karma, they are a reflection of what occurs in the web trap world, when corruption and greed is the template to society. When no one involved cares about the outcome of what they’ve done. When they are happy to sacrifice me, just as they would a goat in harvest time, to hide away their own misdeeds. Where Justice is injustice and injustice is rewarded.
‘I was standing, you were there, two worlds collided’
Yeah, song reference……
It’s funny how such a minor thing can be so Impactful. How as a strong and independent woman, something so trivial, by someone I don’t even really know, could make me come undone.
How much more danger it placed me in, believing someone knew and cared about what I was experiencing, how that caused for me to be an even easier target and in even more danger.
Feeling so close to someone, connected in such a Magickal way, only to realise that it was all part of their scheme. Cause the most damage to my life, for the web traps.
If I hadn’t been crippled, medically tortured, oppressed and harassed, I may have stood a chance-not now.
My Cinderella day-
It wouldn’t be a glass slipper, it would be my moccasin, falling apart and lost in Augusta, Maine while sleeping on sidewalks before walking with my spinal cord injury and Walker toward Lewiston, in an attempt to catch a bus to PWM to leave my country, all with the hope that someone knew the truth and would help…….
Those that knew the truth, didn’t plan on helping me though, they were helping the problem.
I did the thing you aren’t supposed to do-
I tried to uncover a human trafficking ring alone, no one would listen to me, so I believed that through my faith in God/Allah/Shiva and my willingness to sacrifice my life for this cause, that everything would be ok.
My Cinderella day. There was no love story. No man bringing me shoes.
There was only a bunch of liars, using me to get away with everything and now, even years later, still causing me harm, while they get away with it all.
It’s 2025. I’m about to be
Uprooted again. Within weeks.
I’m again Left being seen as the trouble and problem.
My abusers once again, getting away with everything, because after all, I’m the ‘Trouble’ and the ‘problem’ here…..right….:
I’m destitute.
Crippled.
And it’s all a big joke.
So when your families are being trafficked, don’t wonder why or how. Just remember that when I risked everything to help you and to show you, you laughed.
My Cinderella day.
Perpetually isolated and shut out of society because the lies make everyone more comfortable than the truth.
Four years and eleven months consecutively celibate and alone.
I desired to redesign my life, with a LIFE threatening level ambulatory spinal cord injury, an halal income, a space and place that was safe and my own.
If the judge who decided my disability hearing had an honorable bone in her body, I would have been ok, Or those deciding the appeal, but I’m a number to them all.
My Cinderella day.
Looks like I continue to be tormented so that everyone who is actually the trouble, can lead lives they don’t deserve, certainly not living their karma. If they were, their lives would look like mine right now and mine would be moving forward, on its own path, Instead of perpetually tormented because of what others have done to me.
My Cinderella day.
Will it be upon my death?
In our World even love is weaponized……how horrific.