How I Escaped the Cult of Modern Womanhood by the Grace of God
I once believed the lies. The shiny, well-packaged ones they call “empowerment.” The ones that parade as progress but are brewed in the dark cauldron of rebellion.
Feminism, as we know it today, didn’t emerge from love for women or for truth. It was born from a spiritual revolt, birthed by radical anti-Christian occultists, spiritists, sex magicians, and theosophists. Men and women alike, many of them witches and mediums, midwife-abortionists and Crowley disciples, unitied under the banner of “liberation” while dancing around ancient fires of demonic deception.
This isn’t conspiracy theory. It’s real history, and it comes with plenty of receipts.
Deuteronomy 18:10–12
“Let no one be found among you who…practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft…Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord.”Galatians 5:19–21
“Now the works of the flesh are plain: immorality…idolatry, sorcery…those who do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.”
Once you see it, the social engineering, the spiritual bait-and-switch – you can’t unsee it.
I drank that poison early. I believed the feminist revisionist fairy tales spoon-fed through textbooks and campus lectures. Even in my small mountain town of South Lake Tahoe in the 1970s, public school sowed the seeds. Later, at Portland State University, I enrolled in Women’s Studies and other subjects reimagined through a Critical Theory lens, which filled my mind with a thousand empty words about “the Goddess,” “choice,” and “self-actualization.”
I was an activist. I went to women’s marches and I corrected people’s political correctness. I lived it (although I was never pro-abort, which led me to be a bit of a reject in these feminist circles, and with pro-abort friends. It was this line of reason that made me start questioning Feminism).
I was a seeker. A serious Yoga practitioner, an Advaita (nondual) student, a daily meditator – for decades. A professional Tarot reader. I spoke with “spirit guides.” I cast spells. I practiced “white” magic, thinking it was harmless -holy, even. I studied the Vedas, was certified in many energy healing modalities, believed in manifestation, and obsessed over “The Secret,” believing I was creating reality with my mind.
Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2116–2117
“All forms of divination are to be rejected…consulting horoscopes, astrology, palm reading, interpretation of omens…recourse to mediums. These all conceal a desire for power over time, history, and, in the last analysis, other human beings…”
I learned 80% of all this from my mom (RIP).
She loved Jesus but interpreted Scripture in her own way. She believed in healing crystals, psychic powers, spell casting, reincarnation and past life deceptions, soul mates and all the other New Age trappings that appeal so much to both our rebelliousness and our egos. She unwittingly followed the Gospel of Self. So did I. We were steeped in a false spirituality and didn’t know it. We thought we were good, powerful, and even godly (Goddess-ly).
But witchcraft in a soft and gentle voice is still witchcraft. And feminism, in its modern spiritual form, is one of its most seductive disguises.
Jeremiah 29:13
“You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart.”
It was only by the infinite mercy of God, the Divine Trinity, that my eyes were opened. That I repented. That I was pulled from that tangled web of lies. That I was freed from the cult of New Age feminist spirituality, and brought into the light of Christ.
St. Cyprian of Antioch (former sorcerer turned saint)
“When the devil saw me become Christ’s soldier, he wept bitterly.”
2 Corinthians 5:17
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has passed away, behold, the new has come.”
Acts 3:19
“Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out.”
St. Teresa of Avila
“God withholds Himself from no one who perseveres.”
St. Mary Magdalene (Feast Day Reflection)
“She loved much.” (Luke 7:47) Her redemption speaks to every woman delivered from the lies of the world.
This world is so loud with false promises. But Jesus and His Angels are always whispering to our soul. His voice breaks every spell.
I share all this not to boast of what I escaped, but to glorify the One who rescued me. I was not wise. I was not holy. I was deceived…heart, soul, and mind. But Jesus is the Good Shepherd, and He leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. He found me tangled in the thorns of counterfeit light and false liberation, and by His mercy, He cut me free. If He can redeem me, after decades of enchantment, spiritual pride, and false teaching, He can redeem anyone. No woman or man is too far gone, no soul too seduced. The lies are many, but the Truth is One. His name is Jesus Christ, and He alone sets captives free.
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