The word RAVEN 
brought me yesterday upon the wind.
Only in Gaelic.
Today walking (4 miles with my sticks) back from the grocery store a #man approached me-on the side of the road, the man who threatened me before I left for #PERU 
& (if I’m not mistaken) had every intention of #trafficking me.
‘Jesus prayed for people trying to kill him too’
was what he stated to me, before I left on foot with a #spinal cord injury and Walker.
I’m not #praying for them anymore. 
Guess who flew by me right after that encounter.
#Ravens.
To check on #me.
(Don’t go trying to #kill them,
You #psychopaths-just to prove your insane and belong in a ward)
So I came #home and I #prepared-the way I do-and have done in this time period-for #WAR.
May every person involved (in a bad way) with what happened to me-die.
By #earth and #sky, #land and #sea, may #human beings have a chance to live, #protected and #FREE.
I call it #ancestral #Magick.
Letting them #guide me, particularly in time periods where I have not been kept safe by other humans who forgot to be human beings.
When I left on foot with a spinal cord injury and a Walker-and ended up in Mira Flores/San Isidro, Peru-
with all the rumors and lies told about me & believed, I wasn’t cared about at all. No one batted an eyelash.
When arriving there I spent a few weeks and as I’ve posted before, I came home believing that the Adults involved in this, would be honorable and do the right thing.
Add to that-when I arrived in Peru at the second lodging I stayed, a man seemed to be looking at me, After he was called down to the front desk, like I was his.
Along with the ride to the airport on my way home-in October, to the sidewalk, but what I expected to be a few people having integrity-
it seemed I was auctioned off. Yes.
Auctioned off.
A what’s app interception of the cab company. Last minute change of the driver.
At the airport a man offered me a job.
He stated a Bible verse first.
This is how people get trafficked!!! Especially when where they are from doesn’t care, spreads and believes lies and helps our abusers and people who lie about us, get away with it!
I came home to a sidewalk.
The traffickers noticed, I am certain.
I went back to Peru because when I slept in the YMCA parking lot I used the shower the next morning. There was a tree there from Peru.
That was the first shower I had in days.
Just like when I left, days between showering.
Like now.
Because my living situation isn’t ideal. If it was-I wouldn’t be posting for how I needed help.
I’ve done that for years now.
It is very easy for me to make connections to those that work at the place I was gang raped with a bag over my head-as a teenager, to Maine and my home.
Almost everyone who worked at the restaurant I worked at where I was promised the job promotion and who works at the place I was raped, has been threatened or lost someone close to them. Is it coincidence?? Unlikely.
It’s easy for me to see connections to people here and the Middle East.
It’s easy for me to see connections with jobs and people that threatened me. Including one who was present in the room when I was threatened with a crow bar and the above statement was made. ‘Jesus prayed for the people trying to kill him too’
It’s easy for me to make connections between people here and the web traps that were created and caused a horrible ricochet effect-
Not only in my life.
I went back to a place that was beautiful and unfortunately had legal prostitution.
That makes it even easier for people to turn a blind eye or have no idea where to look for forced prostitution vs chosen.
(I think most ladies that ‘choose’ to, do so because it allows them more control in a life that otherwise they would be forced, or raped or harmed anyways.
When I first was back in Peru my monthly rate was a bit higher than the second month.
I was asked when ‘he’ was arriving by the kind front desk woman.
I explained that I didn’t have a ‘he’
The romantic in me of course wanted to believe that the only man I thought I could trust with all of this-that I had invited into my life-would maybe arrive-but of course, his part in this is to make me out to be a fool, because he either believed web traps or is part of them.
This diminishing of my character and intelligence 100% contributed to dangerous people who WERE paying attention, while others who should have cared, looked away.
I explained I didn’t have anyone and that I and I alone, would be paying for my space.
More than once a front desk woman left me out on the street, dropped to my knees (ambulatory spinal cord injury-only gets so far)
She thought I was a ‘guest’ of a person staying there and didn’t realize I was there on my own.
Once she realized that-she stopped leaving me out. You had to buzz people in.
There were some kind cleaning ladies there and I let them know I would clean my own room. Probably why I received a discounted rate. I am used to doing that for myself and I was seeking medical refuge-without money or anyone to help.
I needed an MRI that wasn’t going to be covered up.
I’ve given up on that now.
No one involved in this has any honor.
NOONE.
There were clear connections
linked from Peru to Maine.
I still believed everything would be ok.
One of the cleaning ladies seemed to no longer work there anymore, her name was Maria (changed for privacy reasons).
She was lovely and kind.
She told me I reminded her of Light. 
Around the time she stopped working, there seemed to be a prostitute upstairs that I felt concerned for.
She screamed in a way that didn’t seem right and was immediately silenced.
She serviced 5 men from midnight to 5 am.
One of which cried above me when he was done.
I wonder if he thought of his daughter or wife after.
I was asked if I wanted a job. I said no.
If I had been able bodied I would not have been in that situation, but crippled, I have to be very mindful of spaces and people if I want to make sure I can defend myself.
This made me worried about Maria. Was she the woman? I have no way of knowing.
Again, in a place where prostitution is legal-it’s even harder to differentiate for anyone paying attention. Let alone me, when I don’t even speak or understand Spanish.
The situation and man involved didn’t seem right.
It sent all my senses off and I’m going to trust those.
I’ve been through hell on earth and just handled it so well, people thought I had an easy life.
When I came home the second time.
There were multiple failed ‘places to stay’ attempts.
People who believed lies about me and didn’t have a ‘good feeling’ about it.
I ended up having an uncle’s brother and a man I had never met, he was to be my temporary landlord, for a few months. Pick me up at the airport. The landlord told me his uncle was one of the men who sprayed my apartment with nervine (in retaliation for things done in the name of Allah)it was admitted on his death bed.
I stayed in the upper level of a building in the town I attended highschool.
Waldoboro.
How many women have been trafficked there before?
It seemed to me that this scenario wasn’t a safe one.
A busy 4 corner stop.
An outlet to the sea.
A crematory.
And men who believed I was a hooker and were ready to be serviced.
If there wasn’t a desire for prostitution, this wouldn’t be an issue.
Contributing factors of
People turning a blind eye and not believing me.
Having No income.
Some men would pull over in unseemly ways.
Ways that were not normal.
I was pretty traumatized and unfortunately for me, still not being taken seriously despite putting in a tip to Homeland Security about suspected human trafficking in July of 2023.
The same tip to the FBI in December of 2023 and the police in February of 2024.
Imagine my surprise at seeing that man free.
Still.
To say I am concerned would be an understatement.
I have now been moved to a place that has long been abandoned by my aunt.
In a camper that for an able bodied woman, would have been amazing.
If I had needed a place to stay and make a bit of money.
Unfortunately, my needs as a cripple, are different.
That is why he crippled me.
If he hadn’t.
We would have broken up and I would have worked hard and saved money and DESIGNED a life I wanted. Even after three shoulder surgeries in one year.
No problem.
If he hadn’t crippled me-lies would never have been believed though and they all couldn’t have gotten away with what they did.
I had an uncle who works at the place I was gang raped who offered to help me with errands.
No thank you.
I’m not trusting ANYONE connected to or affiliated with those that caused this and have silenced me.
Stay away!
I don’t care who they are.
I don’t know that uncle very well anyways.
In fact, I’ve been mostly
Estranged from my family, so none of them know me well at all.
So where does this leave me!?
Our area?
Human trafficking?
What is going to be done?
This time of year there are always prostitutes in the busy blueberry fields, the busy factories, the busy boats, there are hidden brothels all over.
Men here will blame it on the people of color first and never change.
I continue to have no income. Which will mean again, no phone soon.
My Etsy is inactive:
My life at a standstill.
With everyone laughing-and no one thinking and using logic, when is it going to change?
With everyone only caring about their own family, and never anyone else, who is going to care for those of us like me?
Caught in the middle.
Refusing to take sides when it comes to human lives and picking cops and corrupt government or dealers-
but standing FIRM on NO HUMAN TRAFFICKING!!!
I don’t care who you are.
If you wouldn’t want it done to you, don’t do it.
Look around your area.
What do you see?
What would you want life to be for yourself and family?
Don’t we all deserve that?
I didn’t ask for anything but I definitely deserved better than this.
Katherine Lily Mae Harris
Woman
38 in Maine USA 
Been through hell right here.
Along our beautiful coast.