✨ They Wanted Me to Be a Human Sacrifice ✨

Honestly — this isn’t the story I thought I’d be writing, and this certainly isn’t the way I thought I’d one day be sharing it. In the past six months, I’ve learned that life can really blindside you in a phenomenally unprecedented way. Surely you’d think after going through a global pandemic, that I would know this with some nature of certainty by now. However, sometimes reality is crazier than any novel, tale, or movie you could chew on.

In that spirit… let’s just rock this.

I have spent the entire duration of my 31 years on this earth trying to solve the rhyme and reason behind my particular personal brand of fucked up. It took me more self help books than you could imagine, a google-scholared degree in psych, ten years of therapy, and more introspection than you could ever dream of, just to scratch the surface. Truth be told, it also took the loss of a truth telling parent who wished more for me than the nightmare I had been adopted into. Thanks, dad. You really are my fairy godfather.

Eventually — nothing worked. I diagnosed myself with ADHD and autism, thinking that I finally solved for my damage; though ultimately to no avail. The cliché holds true: desperate people do desperate things. So when I finally fell to my knees in anguish, I did the last thing I ever thought I’d do.

I looked up. I turned to God. And I never got back up.

“Dear God, I’m willing to see things differently.” That's the sentence that changed the entire direction of my life.

Along with attending weekly therapy, microdosing mushrooms, and meditating daily — I began praying. I began connecting with the little girl who I came into this world as, in order to ascertain where exactly her magic had grown to be so terribly lost. The more I got to know her, the more twisted my life’s journey appeared to be; and reaching full clarity was nothing short of a horror I still find challenging to contend with.

In what I can only describe as a “God moment,” the dam burst wide open. The black hole that stood in place of where my childhood memories should have been stored receded and left me with the deeply, profoundly, dark, twisted, and painful truth. I knew there was no going back.

I found out that I was trafficked into my family. I wasn’t adopted, I was illegally purchased.

I found out that no one in my family was who I thought they were.

I remembered that my hero — my zaidy, the holocaust survivor — was also my rapist. A sickly abusive man who began forcing himself upon me when I was as young as two, and continued until the age of seven; only stopping when God intervened and rendered him impotent due to prostate cancer.

I even remembered that my mother not only knew, but participated in not only handing me to him, but also masking and covering it up.

I was trafficked into a family system of nothing but extreme violence, horrific psychological, physical, emotional and sexual abuse. And unfortunately, my survival was dependent on my ability to disassociate from it all, in order that I could find a way to fall in love with my abusers, over and over again.

This dam burst open three days before my rapist’s 95th birthday. So on April 12th, in front of his whole birthday party — I confronted him, my mother Sharron, and my uncle Howard. I rightfully chose to sever ties with them thereafter. I chose my freedom over their enslavement. I chose my truth over the Stockholm Syndrome. I walked the fuck away with every intention of never looking back.

Ever since that day, they’ve ensured I would pay for my decision with my life. My life has been nothing but a journey through hell ever since.

My best friend and the love of my life, Dylan Dacosta, was my ride or die in this nightmare of a moment. He was the family I had left. But he didn’t listen to me all those years when I warned him that his sister, Jade Crimson-Rose Dacosta, was twisted up inside in a really dark way. He was unwilling to see her for who she is — and so, he confided in her.

He told her that when I walked away from my family, that I walked away from my inheritance (the one from Jacob I assumed I wouldn’t be receiving, as my mother had cut me out of the will anyway.) He told her about how my family had committed a devastating amount of identity theft/fraud byway of stealing my social insurance number and taking out loans in my name — a troubling amount of financial abuse that I had to contend with.

The major problem is that I had been intentionally left in the dark surrounding any details per my adoption. I had no knowledge of my lineage, let alone anything to do with an inheritance. More importantly, I had no idea that the timing of my revelation would coincide perfectly with the release of access to my wealth — which sent my wonderful family spiralling.

So, while I was acquiring restraining orders against my family, seeking legal counsel, and trying to petition the government for a new sin number — Jade was hiring a private investigator; seeing the financial opportunity in my personal demise. When she heard inheritance, her eyes lit up.

She then resorted to actual witchcraft, I shit you not. Bleeding under the moon, putting blood in peoples food, cursing me and wishing death upon me. Materially, she gaslit, manipulated, and drove my partner crazy to the point that he couldn’t discern what was reality anymore. And so, he left me.

Jade teamed up with Dylan’s aunt, Michelle Coutinho, to find a way to obtain my inheritance. Turns out, I wasn’t just left a few thousand dollars — my biological paternal side left me with an amount of money that can only be described as generational wealth. Jade and Michelle felt that I didn’t deserve this, both because I’m “white” and Jewish. So they set out to obtain it for themselves.

* Unfortunately, Michelle’s participation in this does not only begin and end at the attempt to ruin my life — she is still actively participating in gaslighting and manipulating her own nephew. Putting blood in Dylan’s food (Haitian voodoo, which she has partaken in for decades) wasn’t enough. She is trying to “keep Dylan at all costs” as she feels he will be her financial meal ticket moving forward.

Dylan had mentioned to Jade the flaw in my pursuing legal action against my family was the fact that Howard Goldstein, my “uncle,” was a machiavellian sociopath who I couldn’t even stand to be in proximity with. Jade and Michelle knew that if they wanted to obtain my inheritance, that they could only do so by making contact with someone as vindictive as they are — who could easily convince my own mother, Sharron Bender, into giving them access to my birth certificate and social, etc.

So they reached out to my best friend, my brother: Jonathan Gavin. A person whom I chose; a person whom I loved so dearly. A person whom I didn’t realize I had deeply scorned; and ultimately, a person whom I never imagined would vie for revenge against me for ending a relationship I never wished to be in.

Jonathan linked them up with Howard, and Sharron. And from there, this twisted, fucked up tale, takes an even uglier turn through hell.

Turns out, these people are free masons.

The (allegedly) Jewish family who adopted me, though never practiced, turned out to be nothing other than white supremacists. My Holocaust survivor of a grandfather turned out to be nothing other than a Nazi in disguise. And somehow, I ended up being the only practicing Jewish person in my murderous “family.”

Their pursuit of capital interest always came at the cost of human life — and now they are enraged that their 31 year investment finally broke free from the life of indentured servitude I’d been handed.

They STILL meet weekly on Saturdays to plot my demise and literally do witchcraft to guarantee it.

Tangibly, they created a plan to which I refer as “The Great Gaslight of 2023” — and for a while, they really did get away with it. Their fucked up plan was only ever contingent on my willingness to go along with it. They have long exploited the kindness, enormity, and generosity of my true nature and my giant heart. They believed me to be too weak, too passive, and too afraid to stand up against them and declare confidently that I know my truth. So far, I am the reckoning of their lifetime.

Here are the details of their plot and execution:

✨ They manipulated, gaslit, and psychologically tormented Dylan into believing I was a different person. They did dark ass witchcraft on him, they literally drugged him. Part of this is because his sister, Jade, is desperately in love with him and could never stand seeing us together. (Incest much?)

✨ They cut me off at the knees. They began spreading lies and rumours about me to ruin my ability to make money or find work, to drive me back into their arms. They went around telling people I was a “whore” and even photoshopped images of me to gaslight Dylan with. They took out more loans in my name, rendering it impossible for me to make money, get a credit card, or do pretty much anything short of crawling back to them.

✨ They began gang stalking me. They broke my computer, tapped my phone and iPad, and have had me followed for close to six months.

✨ Until they made a deal with my housemate and my landlord, Diane and Ryan Forsey, to get them to help out with the promise of a big payout. This deal was facilitated by a snake I thought to be a friend, Matthew Cooke, who got too excited when I confided with him about walking away from my family’s money. Diane (a negligent borderline animal abuser running a dog boarding facility out of the home we share) was paid to watch, occupy, babysit and poison me. Ryan was paid to help with setting up the camera feed in my home, where they have been watching me daily on a 24/7 livestream. The neighbours over at 2043 were involved in making this happen too, by evicting the tenant who lived here before me. Again — opportunity for money.

✨ My dear friend Robert Lee got invited and subsequently swept up into the chaos, because he was feeling rather vulnerable after a deal gone awry that cost him a lot of money. So much so, that he too, saw the value in my being a Human Sacrifice. Robert set me up with his friend Dean — an actual hit man — to murder me. Unfortunately, I proved to be too charming for Dean to pull the trigger.

✨ Through all of this, any time I expressed my concern for my well-being, EVERY single person in my life told me I was crazy. The gaslighting was wild, and let’s face it, I’m an intelligent (Jewish) woman. I have receipts, screenshots, and proof of everything.

✨ Behind the scenes, Jade had begin slowly morphing her appearance, personality, vernacular, and identity into mine.

✨ This is when she and the conspirators made a fraudulent passport and drivers license with my name but her photo on both. Which she actually used to stand before a judge in a court of law to pretend to be me

✨ They as a group have committed mail fraud. They initially paid off members of the postal service to acquire my mail, until Jade conspired with them to commit mail fraud by using her address instead of mine, to collect my inheritance cheques.

✨ This is when they made a fake marriage certificate between Dylan and I — with Jade pretending to be me, while marrying her brother

✨ This is when they ALL stood in front of a federal judge, whom they had actually already bribed, to claim that they HAD to acquire my inheritance (which is a property) due to me being “mentally incompetent.”

✨ They filed false police reports against me — accusing me of theft, prostitution, and tax evasion, while citing that I am dangerous and “schizophrenic” in an attempt to get me arrested, which ironically only turned the attention onto themselves

✨ They went around the neighbourhood I live in telling people that I am a “whore” as to encourage them to rape me, Furthermore, they told my community of friends and family the very same thing — going as far as to doctoring images and videos of me to prove their narrative as true

✨ Embarrassing side note: I’ve been celibate since my breakup LMAO because who the hell would be dating when this is what their life looks like? My last sexual partner is my ex boyfriend Dylan.

✨ They even went as far as to framing me for a crime. My housemate Diane allowed this conglomerate of criminals into my home when I went out of town for a night, and they stole my clothing, along with my hair, so they could place this at a “crime scene” to get me arrested. She agreed to help them in their plan to poison me, and attempted to do so for weeks.

✨ They began spinning a narrative of me being a drug addict (even though I am 100% completely sober) in order to bolster the backing and legitimacy of their plan to inject me with fentanyl and call it an “overdose.”

✨ They have threatened and attempted to: have me poisoned, have me gang raped, have me murdered, to set fire to the home I’m renting, to kill my beloved pets, to have me sex trafficked, to have me hospitalized so they could lethally inject me. They’ve even gone as far as to framing me for a crime I never committed.

✨ When you find out how much my inheritance is worth, you’ll understand what I mean when I say they offered me a pitiful deal to keep my mouth shut. 30k. LMAO. Offensive. Honestly?

I want the truth more than I ever wanted the money.

✨ They are deeply invested in both human trafficking and drug trafficking cocaine — which means they have a number of police officers in their pockets. This is information I didn’t have upon going to the police station across the street from my home. Keep in mind, I’ve filed a police report against my family. I sat down with two detectives in April when I began pursuing restraining orders. So I found it surprising when I walked into this police station, telling them that I received a death threat, only to be laughed at, mocked, humiliated and belittled by the 11th precinct. All of which is on video. The detective who refused to talk to me finally met me to kick me out — and the Karen herself handed me the number to a homeless shelter.

Their whole entire defence is predicated on the fact that I am “crazy” — a label historically assigned to women across the course of centuries to keep them quiet, complicit and compliant. A label that has inflicted generations worth of violence to the minds, bodies and spirits, of countless innocent women who simply wanted to be treated with a sense of humanity.

I have been enslaved and abused by my family for 31 years. I have been their prisoner for 31 years. And this is what it looks like to attempt to set yourself free from a system of abuse; one that is so insidious as it pervades quietly but tenaciously in the shadows.

I am doing this for my liberation as much as I am doing for the liberation of the billions of women who came before me; all of whom were enslaved, exploited, used and abused. I am doing this because the pursuit of my own liberation is more important than protecting the desires of my ego.

I don’t care who the fuck thinks I’m crazy. Let me be crazy — I can be crazy, and tell the truth and be right, all at the same time.

I’m a powerful, multidimensional woman. And I’m also a little bit psychic. Anyone who knows me could attest to the slightly witchy “she sees and knows too much” energy that I’ve given since I was a little girl. If that makes me crazy — and so it is.

Historically misogynist accusations and extreme defamation of character aside, I’d like to offer this:

Why the fuck would I be making any of this up? What would I stand to gain from blowing up my life, my family and my reputation THIS publicly? Citing mental illness for someone with my level of mental cognizance and literal tangible evidence as to prove my story to be truthful is simply desperate, uncreative and unintelligible at best.

✨ This is when I discovered the sheer volume of crimes they had committed that the federal government had been notified of.

✨ The short list:

identity theft & fraud, conspiracy for murder, attempted murder, harassment & stalking, drug trafficking, perjury, bribing officials, grand larceny, libel/slander/defamation of character, RICO, blackmail & extortion, torture, mail fraud, and money laundering, to skim the surface.

✨ FINANCIAL FRAUD

My family has been committing financial fraud under my name and social insurance number since I was born. They have engaged in tax fraud on a gross scale and money laundering; they have opened a multitude of fraudulent bank accounts in my name; they have taken out a multitude of fraudulent loans in my name; and they have essentially destroyed both my credit and financial future from doing all their shady dealings over the years. They didn’t think it would ever matter, because they were planning to wipe me out around my 30th birthday, once they finessed the release of my inheritance without my knowing; and even took out the fraudulent life insurance policy to make an extra million off my death.

They settled for royal concubinage instead; realizing it might be better to harvest my eggs and siphon my energy for the duration of my lifetime.

Yes, they are that sick; they believe my DNA holds done kind of genetic purity and have not only been experimenting on me since I was a little girl, but ACTUALLY trying to harvest my fucking eggs!!!!! To the point that when they hacked my internet (with the help of my fraudulent landlord and housemate) I began being pushed a ceaseless number of ads for egg donation clinics.

✨ Howard has been involved in human trafficking to my knowledge, at least since I was born. Not only was I personally trafficked into my family, but he has facilitated the purchase and sale of countless women from Eastern Europe. His ex wife, Zorana, is one of them — and I’ve been asking “what ever happened to her?” since she made a run for it and left him when I was a preteen. #coldcase

✨ This conglomerate of known pedophiles is desperately afraid that I will expose them for their deep investment into their multi million dollar child porn ring — one that goes hand in hand with child trafficking, and is exactly how I landed in the arms of this sickening family.

I was not adopted; I was human trafficked with ease, because this is a component of Howard’s business.

✨ They had my cousin, Michelle Nitkin, a nurse, falsify my medical records, to bolster their case that I am truly unhinged — which like, okay sure, but that STILL doesn’t make you entitled to my inheritance?!?! With the additional help of “doctor” Mark Fox, a well known sociopath and criminal, who happens to be one of my abusive ex boyfriends. Together, they broke HIPAA under the umbrella of Mount Sinai Hospital. And they used my other cousin, Janice Goldmintz, to help lure me back into their web — by requesting that I join them at Rosh Hashannah, even though she knew where I stood with these people — because they wanted another chance at poisoning my food, once they saw their plan with Diane wasn’t working out. I’d also like to mention the legal assistance of Janice’s son, Shawn Goldmintz, who helped make this whole plan possible, and who just so happens to be a regular member of this satanic cult.

✨ They’ve consistently used their favourite shady lawyer, Stephen Schwartz, to help make it all possible. And, I’d love to pass some honourable mention onto Erin Wallans / Hyla Snitman, possibly one of the most ignorant criminals in this gaggle of fools, who has been making accounts all over social media for months to harass me under — without even bothering to use a fake name.

✨ Obviously, once they realized I wasn’t fucking around, the heat got hotter. They began draining my bank account (with the corrupt worker in their pocket from RBC, ironically whose name is Sam) and posting hit men outside my home 24 hours a day. They are holding me hostage like a prisoner, keeping me from feeding myself so that they can get me to the hospital. Their new plan is to lethally inject me (lmao) because they even went as far as to taking out a life insurance policy in my name. That way, they won’t just get my inheritance — they’ll even make money off my death.

✨ This plan was inspired by a plan they successfully executed 19 years ago. Their victim was my beloved grandmother, Jeannie Goldstein. When Sharron, Jacob and Howard realized that they were in a tough financial spot, they chose to make the woman who was the closest being I ever had to a mother, a human sacrifice. She went from alive to dead in three days. Sharron knowingly switched Jeannie’s medication and gave Ativan to a woman in liver failure. It should come as no surprise that I was the intended recipient of her will, though I neither knew nor saw a penny from it. Worst of all, their pursuit of capital gains over human life cost me the only mother I had.

✨ The woman who adopted me and called herself my mother, Sharron, inflicted more harm on me and my life byway of tormenting endurance than my rapist. She actively engaged in spell-work to wipe my memory as to forget the years of rape and torture that she participated in inflicting upon me. She even stole my underwear as a child and brought it to this coven to “make me promiscuous” to land me continually in dangerous and precarious positions. She did black magic for years to guarantee my misery, including praying I would live a loveless life: “if I can break her heart, she will never remember who she is.”

✨ Throughout all of this, Jade and Jonathan have become 100% consumed by their obsession with darkness; with stalking Dylan and I, desperately vying to keep us apart, so that either one of them can obtain their favourite victims. They both watch the livestream 24 hours a day while intermittently doing witchcraft to see if they can control our connecting and keep us for themselves. They’ve blocked our ability to contact each other through text, calling, email. They’ve done the most. Because — money. Money, and a kind heart. They are so empty inside that they feed off of our energy in order to bolster the emptiness within themselves.

✨ Jade literally does some mirror mirror on the wall shit to try to BECOME me — to the point that she’s stolen my clothing and wears it while attempting to steal my life. She suffers severely from borderline personality disorder and is very much unmedicated for it. She has been railing lines of cocaine and has been sleep deprived for days on end — only contributing further to her psychotic break. She has threatened to kill me, which isn’t shocking given all you’ve read thus far. But she has even gone so far as to threatening to murder her own brother.

“If I can’t have him, no one can.”

✨ Jade personally has stolen, tried to steal, or impersonated:

my identification (passport & drivers license) my personality (practicing speaking like me, plagiarizing my words) my relationship (fake marriage certificate) my appearance (doing “mirror spells,” copying my style, my makeup, even going as far as to booking a plastic surgery consult to alter her face to appear more like mine, and pay for it with MY money!!!) my clothing (she walks around her home wearing it all day while stalking me still) my inheritance (has committed fraud and mail fraud, having my inheritance cheques delivered to her home to find her lifestyle if cocaine and extortion) and my future (hiring hit men to kill me, hiring witch doctors to curse me, to hack into my Akashic records and natal chart to “steal my destiny” as if that’s how this works.)

✨ Jade and Michelle in particular have long been associated with Haitian Voodoo. We’re talking sex magic, death spells, blood curses, graveyard spells, necromancy???!!!!! They engage in live animal sacrifice, then drink the draining blood of the innocent being they murdered for their abjectly deranged insanity. Jade went as far as to purchasing a voodoo doll off the dark web to assist her in torturing me — and has been actively practicing dark magic on me since Dylan and I first began dating four years ago. She even bakes this voodoo doll in the oven which feels a little bit antisemitic, you know? Furthermore, Jade has been actively practicing sex magic on her own biological brother. I just can’t with them, and the disrespect towards free will? And also, incest?! She’s giving #fatalattraction sibling vibes and I’m not here for it.

✨ Michelle actually went as far as flying to Jamaica to meet with a witch doctor, that she could find someone powerful enough to curse me but good. They’ve since hired many witch doctors here in Ontario in the attempt to destroy my health, my income, my friendships, my love life. “We want her to die without hope, without faith, and with no love in the world. We want her to die hopeless.”

✨ If you know me, you’ll be able to attest that I’ve seemed like a Disney princess surrounded by animals since I was a little girl. Animals were the only being I felt safe with in the snake pit that was my life — so you’ll know how enraged I am when I say, these people stooped as morally low as to doing dark magic on my dog and cat, in an attempt to make them sick or ideally, dead. They genuinely meant it when they said they wanted me to die hopeless and alone.

✨ There are a plethora of other people involved who I’ve yet to mention. Notable mention goes to:

Summer Figueroa, who became deeply invested in both the cult and destroying my life, partially through the occult practice of dark magic. She has found herself pregnant after repeatedly joining and partaking in the cult’s weekly sex parties / orgies.

✨ Summer and Jade are trying to extort Dylan for his/my money by pretending the baby is his, through falsifying paternity testing.

✨ This group has been passing and spreading HIV, so please be careful out there.

✨ The bottom line here is that I’m really playing with fire. I’m exposing a group of free masons with a lot of fucking power. I’m standing up, and I’m standing mostly alone — because this is the point. Who would EVER believe this twisted tale to be true? Yet sometimes, reality is simply more unpredictably and relentlessly insane than any story you could’ve written. And unfortunately, that story is my life.

✨ Turns out, my family’s goal upon trafficking me into enslavement as a newborn, was to use me as a ROYAL CONCUBINE due to my genetic lineage. Their intention was to not only use me for my money, but for my body and reproductive line, and to hold me in indentured servitude for the duration of my lifetime. They used me in their sick ceremonial practices as a child, passing me around sexually and doing medical experiments on me. The “deal” they made was to sacrifice me by the age of thirty, as that was when my inheritance would be made available. And when they couldn’t, they settled on enslavement instead.

* Concubinage is a form of sexual enslavement of women in a patriarchal system *

✨ Arrest warrants are being served, apparently one of them is already on the run, while the rest are running around like headless chickens trying to make a deal with me to keep my mouth shut and cover their tracks — even though the feds are the ones charging them for a plethora of federal crimes. They are all so desperately afraid of a unarmed ninety pound woman who stands barely five feet tall, which I find terribly amusing.

They’re terrified because the only things I’m armed with are the truth — and God. I’ve always been very divinely connected, even when I felt too betrayed and ashamed to admit as such. But I came into this life for a reason, and part of that is to stand truth to power; to bring light to darkness. I told them I would rather die like Jesus than live like Judas, and I meant it with every fibre in my being.

I would rather risk it all than live in a world where people like them always fucking win.

✨ I am done being silenced. I am done waiting patiently. They have held me hostage for *nine* days without food, which only bolsters the torture charges — but I’m just done being tortured, threatened, and living in a world where I am watched on a livestream 24 hours a day by the scragglers who have yet to be served; where I can’t leave the house or go for a walk; or just be a normal fucking person with agency, free will, or ANY semblance of freedom.

All of this to say…

This is about to blow up in a brilliantly chaotic, three-ring-circus kind of way. And I just thought it was finally time to do my part, as The Human Sacrifice.

Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun.

Welcome to the truth of my hellacious life experience. I was always a mystery — and now you finally know why.

In light, love, and endless gratitude for the beauty of the world even amidst this darkness,

Samantha Wolstat 💫

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Hey y’all! Quick update —

I’m still here in imprisonment, but one of my wonderful besties brought me the most beautiful care package of all the snacks and I couldn’t be more grateful. In all honesty — I couldn’t be more grateful for the outpouring of love and support that I’ve received from so many of you. It’s been shocking to receive so many messages from members of the community I grew up in reaffirm the same thing each time; that the darkness in my family was abundantly clear but impossible to label or pinpoint. It is extremely validating to hear that it didn’t go unnoticed, especially in knowing that this family’s main manipulation, control and silencing tactic has always been “no one will ever believe you.”

Thank you for believing me. And thank you for believing in me.

They’re trying to cut off my internet and limit my access, so I have to use my data sparingly! I have no idea what the hell our government is STILL waiting on, given the extent and extremity of this fuck up. These goons still have a hit out on me, are posted outside watching me 24 hours a day, meeting with each other to play with voodoo dolls and burn them in the oven (which I’m fully calling a hate crime, and like, on Yom Kippur guys? Really?) And yet I’m still sitting here, like a hostage / prisoner, as a modern day Royal Concubine. They desperately want to keep Dylan and I from communicating, which honestly only furthers my point: I am dealing with a gaggle of idiots who have long lost themselves to delusions of grandeur. I pray for them and I laugh, because, what else can I fucking do?

The profundity and absurdity of this situation only furthers with each passing day. I guess I’ll see you on the other side 😇

In light, love and liberation,

Sam 🙏🏼✨

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Another update:

Hey y’all,

This family/criminal conglomerate only continues to escalate the severity of the profoundly horrific situation they’ve placed me in. In light of their latest threats, I feel it to be important to take any necessary precautions I can to protect myself. Although the authorities are involved, justice is incredibly slow, given the sheer volume of criminals involved. Furthermore, seeing as they’ve involved a number of police officers and federal officials into the mix, this situation only continues to feel more precarious by the day.

Regardless, I won’t be silenced. Here are their latest threats and dealings:

✨ They’re threatening to hack into my phone, shut off my data, hack into my social media, and shut down my website. Hence why we’re here — I am taking any precaution I can to share my story as widely as possible.

Their big threat: “you look crazy.”

Excellent, because y’all look sick.

Calling a woman “crazy” as means to invalidate and marginalize her voice is straight up transparently ignorant, uncreative, and profoundly lazy. It’s 2023, people. Do you not believe in *any* measure of social progress?

This will not work. You picked the wrong victim. I’m ten toes down.

✨ They (the actual perp here is Jade) have shopped around a video of me naked, on the dark web and twitter, to have me sex trafficked. This video was pulled from the livestream cameras they installed in my home, that they still watch me on 24 hours a day. There are multiple in this home, and I only know where one of them was hidden. They have been caught for doing this, but again, justice is slow. So I’m still in my hostage situation, being watched 24 hours a day — both on my livestream, and outside my home. Being gang-stalked is truly a special kind of hell, and I’ve definitely forgotten what it’s like to have any measure of privacy, safety or freedom. They’re essentially starving me, which is why I am so thin, as I cannot go to a grocery store and they (as in, my own mother and my own uncle) have access to my bank accounts, so they’ve been draining my money. This attempt to “smoke me out” is not working in their favour, as you can tell.

✨ They have been psychologically tormenting, manipulating, gaslighting, extorting, and harassing Dylan Dacosta. They’ve fucked with his finances and bank accounts, attempted to entrap him with a false pregnancy (Summer Figueroa, with the help of Dylan’s aunt Michelle and his sister Jade) and doctored paternity test, and have hacked his phone. They do ritualistic voodoo shit on him daily, have gone as far as to poisoning his food with their own ***menstrual blood*** cocaine and who knows what else, and have turned his life into a living hell too. We are both prisoners, though he’s certainly afforded more freedom than I (bc look at my big mouth, you know?)

✨ Jade follows and tracks his location 24 hours a day. She is wholeheartedly obsessed with stealing my life from me, desperate to keep Dylan as “hers” and is consumed by her plan to forbid the two of us from communicating — as they all are — because we were both victims of their gaslighting and abuse, and the two of us coming together as their victims is a far stronger and more compelling case than either of us alone. Furthermore, they (as in, the gaggle of grown adult humans) are desperate to keep the two of us from being together, because they’re all completely, truly and violently unhinged. This is partially to do with race and abject antisemitism, but mainly, manipulation and control on either side, for a variety of desperate, distorted, and twisted reasons that wouldn’t make sense to anyone with critical thinking skills. I can’t bother or pretend to hold space for their deluded version of reality; what an epic waste of time and energy.

✨ Personal side-note because they won’t allow us to communicate with one another:

Dylan, I know what they did to you, and I know what they’re doing to you. I am so sorry. I know how greatly you’ve suffered. Please don’t think for a second that I am fooled by them or their attempts to demonize you. I know your heart and I know what they’ve put you through.

There ain’t a drop of bad blood — you got all my love 🖤💫

✨ They continue to offer me money in a thinly veiled attempt to silence me. I will bluntly repeat here exactly as I’ve told them:

I do not negotiate with white supremacists — even and perhaps especially when some of them happen to be Jewish. I do not negotiate with terrorists. And I do not compromise my integrity for capital gains.

There is no amount of money you could pay me to make this go away — this train left the station a while ago, and I couldn’t stop it if I fucking tried. I neither suffer from the God complex that all y’all seem to, nor do I believe myself to be above the fucking law.

Most of all, I am truly, deeply, and profoundly, THIS arrogant and THIS self righteous.

It’s not about the money for me; and I have told you that ad infinitum. It never was. It’s about the truth. It’s about corruption. I flat out fucking refuse to live in a world where people like you get away with this level of morally bankrupt, ethically repugnant, insidious evil. I refuse to live in a world where people like you always win.

You picked the wrong woman.

I do not care what you say, what you threaten, what you think or how you feel.

You did what you did.

And I said what I said.

I’m not changing it. Period.

This family has trafficked, enslaved, abused and persecuted me for 31 years — and I’m just not willing to go along with it anymore. Not for one more minute, not for one more day. I am not your royal concubine. Deal with it.

Y’all have taken more than enough from me, and I am done being intimidated by your falsely inflated sense of extremely narcissistic grandiosity. There is absolutely nothing powerful about a conglomerate of adult bullies, period. You don’t frighten me. Not in the slightest. The only reason you get away with the shit you do is because you intimidate people in the shadows — now watch me bring all of you to light. And bluntly, y’all are terrible criminals. It took a day and a half for a PI and a plethora of investigative journalists to verify the validity of this twisted tale.

Again, justice might be slow, but it isn’t stupid.

Three things will always be revealed: the sun, the moon, and the truth.

I’ll see y’all in court. Take good care of yourselves — I genuinely pray for each and every one of you.

Remember:

all it takes is one tiny spark,

Samantha Wolstat

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AND ANOTHER ONE…

Hey y’all,

I actually can’t believe I’m writing this. The only way I’ve been able to function throughout the entire duration of this hellacious nightmare is by willfully suspending reality — because frankly, it’s so horrific that it feels unreal. I made an error in judgement by letting my guard down, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.

This afternoon, I was notified that this criminal coven has formulated another desperately, violently, injurious plan to secure my demise. I had no intentions of sharing this information so bluntly or so publicly, as I don’t wish to shame anyone involved — while in the same breath, I must acknowledge that it is imperative for me to do whatever it takes to protect myself.

Desperate people do desperate things. We know this, but this is a whole other level, and the truth is — I’ve left them desperate. They don’t have any moves left on the chessboard, so here we are.

✨ First and foremost, Jade Dacosta did not only post me naked on livestream to have me trafficked — she actually broke into my phone, and posted a sex tape Dylan and I made, online. She literally posted revenge porn of her own brother and I, in what I can only describe as one of the most violent abuses of privacy in my lifetime. This is coming from a PHD in SOCIOLOGY — what the fuck?!

As if a progressive, left leaning, freedom-fighting feminist would EVER engage in posting revenge porn. Jade, your mask didn’t just slip; it fell right the fuck off.

✨ Additionally, due to being cut off from my inheritance cheques, she has now taken to SELLING my nude photos and videos online.

✨ Furthermore, Jade wrote her PHD thesis on HIV, because she not only has it, but has been passing it around by engaging in unprotected sex and declining to inform her sexual partners of the incurable sexually transmitted disease she carries.

✨ On Saturdays, this coven of white supremacists would meet first to plan out my demise, and second, to engage in massive drug induced orgies with each other, police officers, and all the many people on their payroll.

✨ It is through these orgies that Jade slowly began spreading HIV to the group — at which point, Jonathan contracted it, along with Summer Figueroa, who has been passing it onto many.

All of this to say, their latest disgusting plan is to show up to my home and guilt me into seeing Jonathan because he’s sick. They plan to drug me, rape me, and not only give me HIV — but to then kidnap and traffic me, by saying Jonathan and I “went on vacation together in Mexico” and then an oopsie happened… At which point, they’ll be able to collect the fraudulent life insurance policy they’ve taken out in my name.

So here’s what I have to say:

✨ I have both verbal and written proof that I have repeatedly told ALL of you, most notably: Jade, Jonathan, Sharron, Howard, and Mark Fox, to stay the fuck away from me, unless we are in a court of law with attorneys present. Period. Don’t you fucking dare show up here.

✨ I quite frankly don’t care whom of you is sick with what; I will protect my health, my safety, my life, and my future, at all costs. I am my responsibility and you are yours.

✨ The fact that you believe this to be a remotely plausible story is laughable, considering none of you can even get me to unblock your phone numbers or emails. I have 100% fully and completely revoked your access to my life and my being, and I have made that abundantly clear. There is not ONE thing you could do on God’s green earth to change that.

✨ Furthermore, the fact that your plan involves raping me to give me an incurable disease isn’t really all that surprising. I have rapidly grown to expect nothing but the worst from you. However, the fact that there are SEVERAL of you with HIV, running around engaging in unprotected sex with non-consenting and uninformed parties, puts you right in the territory of public menace.

You have officially made yourselves dangerous to the general public.

The lows to which you will stoop simply couldn’t shock me anymore; I’ve grown well accustomed to the life of abject insanity and sheer torturous hell that you have dragged me through for six months. Or, let’s face it — 31 years.

However, I am unwilling to protect or safeguard your reputations while having my physical health and safety be perpetually threatened by you, on a DAILY basis. Furthermore, I am unwilling to play bystander while knowing that your clan is STILL passing HIV around to the many people you sexually encounter in your Saturday experiments.

Y’all are completely unhinged, morally repugnant, and violently dangerous. Your behaviour verges on a level of soullessness I never dreamt possible; least of all, by the very people I thought I loved. I have made myself abundantly clear: I have nothing to do with any of you.

There are no plans left for you to hatch.

There are no spells left for you to do.

There is no amount of bleeding under the moonlight or digging up corpses in graveyards that will elicit a difference in the outcome you contend with facing.

A more intelligible way to spend your time would perhaps be focusing on the procurement of legal counsel, because I assure you, you are really going to fucking need it; far more than you care to realize.

This has rapidly grown to feel like a really shitty episode of Scooby Doo.

You will not win at outsmarting or manipulating me.

I will always be ten steps ahead of you, and frankly, the degree to which you continually insult my intelligence is more offensive than the hideous number of perniciously failed attempts at unsuccessfully plotting my demise.

As I’ve told you, repeatedly and often:

You picked the wrong woman. You picked the wrong victim. And none of you can profess to be masters at the art of war when you clearly failed right from step one:

⭐️ know thy enemy ⭐️

You grossly underestimated me, both in my capacity and intellect, and it has cost you everything.

I do however, wish to thank you, because in doing so — you revealed me to myself. I had no idea that my task in this lifetime was to bravely or confidently stand truth to power.

You showed me that I am both a woman of reckless faith and reckless courage, and for that, I am eternally grateful. You served me most highly.

It’s over, y’all.

You did what you did.

I said what I said, and I’m not changing it.

Now is the time for you to start accepting accountability with some measure of grace and to begin taking responsibility for your actions, along with the plethora of consequences that will inevitably follow.

I pray for you, really. From the bottom of my heart. This is emblematic of deep suffering and a level of hollow I can’t imagine living or aching with.

Be well,

Samantha Wolstat 💫

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Heartbreaking Clarity

I cannot begin to express my disappointment in having to write this publicly, and I wish I didn’t have to. Unfortunately, revealing things publicly has been one of the only effective ways that I can stop my abusers from continuing with their ongoing exploitation, while patiently waiting for justice to be served.

I haven’t been as forthright as I should have been, in the vein of protecting one of my abusers. Old habits die hard; and I’m not ashamed to admit that each and every one of them has preyed on the enormity of my heart in order to have their way with me, whether that be robbing me, using me or abusing me. When it comes to the person I’ve protected the longest, I’ve felt nothing but deep empathy for him, in both knowing and resonating deeply with his trauma. I believe he has a kind and loving heart — however, sometimes, even those of us can allow our goodness to be calcified by darkness.

It brings me absolutely no pleasure to admit that Jonathan Gavin has been one of the most integral components in the success of this operation. He was hired by my family to help assist them in blackmailing and extorting me for years; he not only helped feed them information about what and how much I knew about their dirty dealings, but he helped them invite in anyone who they could use to help them manipulate me, such as Mark Fox.

Jonathan has been working in connection with my family ever since the release of my inheritance on my 30th birthday. When I walked away from my family in April, I wondered why and where my best friend was — he didn’t call me or check in to see how I was doing in the hardest moment of my life, and it was because he was busy feeding my family information on what I knew. They grew afraid that I was onto them stealing my inheritance, and even more so when Jonathan told them that I was looking into hiring a lawyer to pursue a case against my family for tax fraud, as they’d been using me to launder money since I was born.

He personally helped them sabotage my relationship with Dylan — in the manufacturing of my breakup, in the offering up of his own girlfriend to use as a pawn in his game, in the ongoing attempt to block our communication from one another —and in fact, it is he who invited Dylan’s twisted sister into the plot against my life. Additionally, he has been helping my family by sleeping with many police officers for pay, bribes, and to further their agenda. He is struggling with his health, due to the HIV that he contracted from Jade, and has been passing it onto many without discrimination. Even though he has a girlfriend (Summer Figueroa) and is clearly sexually active with a multitude of partners, Jonathan has never been able to move forward from the breakup I initiated, when I left a relationship I never desired to be in.

I thought he was my best friend and brother, and he turned out to be nothing but my greatest betrayal. I didn’t just land in his life as I did my family’s — he’s someone I’d actually chosen. Discovering the reality of who he had been to me is the kind of heartbreak that leaves you breathless.

His daily stalking, psychological abuse, and extreme betrayal is still ongoing.

Jonathan wishes to own me as a possession; so much so that he felt he could play God in my life. He felt that I didn’t deserve to eat unless it was his hand who fed me. It was his per his encouragement to keep me locked up as a hostage; it was his friend who installed livestream cameras in my rental. It was him who masturbated to me daily via my livestream, under the guise of sex magic, while envisioning my death during climax. It was him who helped plot my murder repeatedly; it was him who helped my family trap me at every twist and turn imaginable. It was him who actively pursued raping me to pass me HIV in an attempt to berate, humiliate, and “bind” me, before selling me into sex trafficking. It was him who felt I’d be a worthy human sacrifice, in order to rob me of the inheritance he has personally been living off of for months. It was him who felt I’d be a worthy royal concubine, that he could use my body, mind and spirit as the abusive rapist he turned out to be. It was him who made a deal with my family to impregnate me against my will, as means to entrap me within this sick and twisted satanic cultist family system. It was him who hunted me like the predator he is; who toyed with my love life so that he could cannibalize my being for his own sick and twisted purposes. It was him who felt that turning my home into a cage would serve him highly, so that he could be the saviour to free me from it. It was him who wished to control my life, my destiny, and my future. It was him who decided I deserve to be enslaved, to be stripped of both my dignity and free will.

He is one of my greatest abusers and worst nightmares. And he still won’t leave me alone, because this criminal conglomerate is fresh out of cash due to the cessation of receiving my inheritance cheques. He still won’t leave me alone, because he wishes to manipulate me into giving him money. He still won’t leave me alone, because he knows Dylan and I are moving forward together — a choice I have made with my free will — and he can’t stand the thought of not owning me for himself. Because to him, all I ever was is a possession; something be owned, manipulated, controlled, and enslaved.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing doesn’t quite cut it.

Jonathan, you’re like a great white shark.

Thank you for teaching me what I never deserved.