I have decided to celebrate the entire Wheel of the Year through until next January by myself privately. I have taken my Wiccan blogs to private settings, and I will not publish upon them.

If I connect to new sets of people, I have decided to do so with those in my area studying the works of Rudolf Steiner. That will not likely come, if at all, until 2027.

I am blocking but not removing phone contacts who do not associate with me anymore. I have had enough gossip mongering and anger from others to last the rest of my life. Goodbye. I love you. I do not think you love me and you have already informed me of that fact face to face, with actions and one person with words years ago while I was still the Heiress at my property, and I am grateful the Son born on my birthday now is taking care of the family heritage there. We respect our elders. Not many people do that.

I am blameless. If I am not the first person to die in this partnership bearing ten children, I have already told my Son I will gladly invest anything I can to help restore our homes if he has not chosen in the future to sell. I support that family one hundred percent.

I love you. I thank you for teaching me, through your vitriolic behavior in my homes, how love never fails is true in my life.

You have unforgiveness and bitterness in your heart.

I love you.

I no longer light tea lights. My ministry is underground, I am a recluse, and I am going to refuse to talk to most people. My boundary? I will talk of nobody who is not in the room with me, and if you decide to talk about people around me not in the room with me, I will go to another room of my house and leave your hearing at others’ houses.

I will no longer enter any property owned by my family save the inheritance property. I am afraid of everyone, and I have every right to say that.

You are charged with the responsibility of doing what you have done to a blameless woman who was never given the chance to say anything to anyone without being shouted down literally, and for years. I forgive you one and all.

Again, goodbye.

Cara Coffey.

I am happy now, my Luvs. Don’t worry about me. I am not schizophrenic, crazy, or mentally unbalanced.

I don’t need a therapist. I don’t need your gossip. I don’t need your smiles, either. You don’t need my smiles like I tried to give you.

I’m glad you have me out of your life for good now.

I have one more thing to share: I am never going to recover.

You have destroyed me.

I love you still.

10:40-:41 PMC. May my brokenness in this Wilderness of 50 States be poured out as a love offering forever plus one day.

I NOW have given up on people as they have given up on me.

Do not tell me any longer what you think is torture emotionally.

I live it. Ask me what it is. I dare you.