I was 15. I grew up in a strict religious house where rules weren’t optional. Mandatory prayer. Mandatory rituals. Mandatory obedience. Outsiders called it discipline. Inside, it felt like being managed. I never believed in spirits or forces. I followed rituals because refusing made life harder. Then my mom connected with a church acquaintance who introduced her to a private spiritual sect through encrypted group chats.
She started attending cleansing meetings multiple times a week. She stopped explaining where she was going. She started repeating phrases that didn’t sound like church language. They sounded like instructions. The house changed fast.
Then I found the messages where the sect leader told her a hostile spirit was monitoring her—and that her own daughter could be used as an entry point.
Mom stayed polished in public. Church smile. Friendly neighbor talk. “Everything is blessed.”
Inside the house, she followed sect routines. Mirrors covered. Salt lines refreshed daily. Candles relit. Furniture positioned according to instructions. She kept saying she had a support circle now. She wouldn’t give names.
Mom controlled every resource I relied on. Phone. Transportation. Money for daily school life. If she believed I was dangerous, I lost access to everything that kept my life stable.
And the sect had already convinced her danger could exist inside family relationships.
Money began disappearing in small amounts. Constant cash withdrawals. No explanation. Always tied to meeting nights.
I searched for school documents and realized all our family paperwork had been relocated or hidden. Mom said she moved them to protect them from interference. That word interference kept showing up in her conversations. So I started searching quietly.
I found a zip envelope taped under a shelf filled with donation schedules, payment slips, and ritual instructions. Later, I checked her phone when she left it charging. Pinned chat with the sect leader saved as “Sister Mara.”
Messages:
“You are being monitored by a hostile spirit.”
“It watches through emotional attachments.”
“Family members can unknowingly act as carriers.”
“The daughter shows resistance. That is a sign of contamination.”
“Increase cleansing frequency.”
“Daily supervisor updates required.”
Another message: “Do not open windows after sunset. Spirits track airflow and reflection surfaces.”
And a receipt screenshot: “Protection + cleansing service — repeat payment schedule.”
I didn’t panic. I realized my mom wasn’t improvising. She was operating under command instructions built around fear. And I was listed inside those instructions.
I began documenting everything. Photos of covered mirrors. Photos of salt lines. Photos of candles placed in surveillance-like positions. Photos of tape sealing windows. Screenshots of the sect messages describing the hostile spirit monitoring her.
Screenshots of payment schedules matching cash withdrawals. I found handwritten notes from my mom: “Furniture quarantine — remove spirit residue.” She moved chairs, tables, electronics into the garage. Then those items disappeared after she said sect members collected them for disposal. Then financial documents vanished. Bills. Account records. Legal paperwork. She said hiding them blocked spiritual tracking.
When I showed her a payment receipt, she didn’t deny it. She reframed me as the issue. She said I didn’t understand spiritual warfare. She said my questions weakened her protection. Then the standard apology line: “I’m sorry you feel scared, but you’re reacting emotionally. I’m doing this to protect us.” She said resistance from me could give the hostile spirit leverage.
Church acquaintances started repeating sect language back to me. One adult said my mom was under spiritual attack and I needed to stop interfering. Another told me daughters often become channels when they resist cleansing. Same wording. Same logic.
Nobody questioned disappearing furniture. Nobody questioned drained accounts. Nobody questioned surveillance rules inside the house. They supported the narrative.
Mom was assigned a constant spiritual supervisor. She had to send daily reports about her actions, conversations, and dreams. Then she redirected monitoring toward me.
She began photographing my room. Marking cabinet doors. Tracking object placement. Accusing me of unintentionally allowing the hostile spirit to observe her through routine behavior. She banned contact with certain relatives and friends, calling them negative spiritual connections.
Then she declared it clearly: “You are compromised.” She explained if I refused cleansing rituals, she could restrict support and access to the home. Not emotional. Procedural.
She announced the next cleansing session was for me. She said the sect leader confirmed I was being used by the hostile spirit to monitor her movements.
She said my refusal would increase danger levels. I said no. She calmly listed consequences. Phone removal. Transportation restriction. Financial control. Home access conditional on compliance. Then she produced a printed cleansing schedule. My name typed into it.
I didn’t break anything. I didn’t scream. I documented. Photos of the schedule. Screenshots of messages referencing the hostile spirit. Payment receipts. Donation logs. I built a folder and labeled everything by date. Then I told her: “If you force this, I will show the messages and payment records to people who need to see them.” She didn’t respond immediately. She just stared like she was recalculating risk.
I stopped arguing about belief. I switched to documenting behavior. I started treating the situation like I lived inside a monitored environment. The mirrors stayed covered. The salt lines stayed. The meetings continued multiple times per week. The supervisor reporting never stopped. Mom kept saying the hostile spirit was still observing and that the sect was our only protection.
Eventually, I left. Not dramatically. Not overnight. I aged out of the situation. I moved out as soon as I legally could. That was ten years ago. I live independently now. Different city. Different life structure. My finances, my space, my routines are controlled by me. I do not speak to my mother anymore. Not because of one argument. Because she never left the sect.
Sometimes I still replay the moment she calmly listed consequences like she was reading policy rules instead of talking to her daughter.
If you were 15 and your parent believed a sect leader telling them a hostile spirit was monitoring them through you…and they controlled your resources, your home access, and your daily life… Would you keep collecting proof and waiting for escalation or would you force everything into daylight knowing it could break your entire support system?
