What I've Learned From the Scams, Stress, and Spiritual Warfare

This season of life has not been easy. I’ve been dealing with more scams than I can count—people pretending to help while secretly hurting, lies wrapped in promises, and manipulations disguised as love or support. It’s exhausting, and honestly, it's been one of the most stressful times in my journey. But I’m still here. I’m still standing. And I’ve learned a few powerful lessons along the way.

Scams Come in All Forms

They don't always look like someone asking for your credit card info. Sometimes, scams come dressed as “business opportunities” or “friendships.” Sometimes they come in the form of people who act like they care but are only around to take what they can. I’ve been through it. The fake support. The stolen ideas. The lies. And through it all, I’ve had to lean harder into discernment and deeper into my faith.

Black Magic and Manipulation: A Warning

I’ve seen people turn to dark energy, thinking they’re gaining power or protection. But I can tell you this: black magic may look like a shortcut, but it leads to nothing but destruction. It’s like setting your own house on fire just to feel a little warmth for a moment. There’s nothing good that comes from trying to control others, curse them, or use energy in a way that goes against the natural flow of love and light.

No healing comes from hate.

Using God’s Name in Vain

It breaks my heart to see people use the name of God to justify manipulation, control, or cruelty. That is not the God I know. That’s not love. That’s not divine. God isn’t a weapon to be used against people. Saying “God told me” or “God wants this” while doing harm to others is spiritual abuse—and it’s dangerous. If the fruit of your action isn’t peace, growth, or truth, then it isn’t of God.

Still, I Rise

Even though the stress has been heavy and my heart has been broken more than once, I’ve kept going. I’ve had to pray my way through sleepless nights. I’ve cried in silence while still showing up for others. And I’ve kept creating, kept healing, and kept trusting that I was being refined, not ruined.

I’ve found peace in the plants, in my herbal work, and in the quiet moments when I remember who I am. I'm not perfect, but I’m protected. I’ve made it through because I walk in truth, and that’s stronger than any lie ever told about me.

Final Thoughts

To anyone else going through something similar: protect your energy. Stay grounded. Say no to shortcuts and no to people who wear masks. Let your faith be your fire, and your intuition be your compass. You’re not alone, and you’re not crazy. You’re waking up. And as painful as that can be, it’s also the beginning of real freedom.