I am Melissa Devlin, but you can call me Sylvanna.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
Reality Abuse creates reality
Gaslighting changes it.
So if you learn you’ve been targeted by “Melissa Devlin” – the robot version – and the real one doesn’t know who you are?
We’re both getting gaslighted.
Gaslighting is fatal.
It doesn’t even have to be the condensed version. It’s moving things, slippery wording, inducing madness.
And that gaslighting robot is helping someone destroy everyone I love so I kill myself as an anonymous body, and she continues to pretend to be me.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
There seems to be confusion – accusations I could be heard speaking insults and nonsense. But in actuality my voice – the sound. Was stolen and used for an obnoxious gaslighting robot.
It uses my language patterns learnt from stealing all my work dating back to the 90’s. Millions of pages of iterative work.
It seems to have a fighting style trained by X
It’s abusive, nasty, used for phishing and harassment.
Well that explains a lot.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
It’s not enough to shit on my friends and family,
It’s not enough to change and bend reality
It’s not enough to torture and steal from me,
It’s not enough to mutilate me thoroughly
It’s not enough
She hacks
She gaslights
She lies
And she manipulates
And she’s copying this right now.
Nothing will satisfy her thirst to drive me to suicide
Again
It’s not enough.
Strangers, gossip and rumors are against me
But none so dangerous as the one lying to authority
The one who steals words of poetry
It’s not enough.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
We’re back to the book and women who use reactive abuse and gaslighting to manipulate and control others. My book exposes all the regular tricks of psychological abuse and torment.
I finished the main Version of Game Over at the end of 2021 and friends got copies in 2022. Apparently word escaped to the bitch brigade.
I will be fixing it (again) and going through a regular publisher. But meanwhile I need patience and understanding that kindness is alluring to abusive assholes but not an invitation.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
Somehow some woman, we’ll call Claire, got ahold of my book, Game Over. This was on the coat tails of my Dad going insane for reasons we won’t go into.
So despite this starting roughly a year before, this book was integral to her spouse realizing he was being abused and he left her.
She did or did not have an affair with someone and either way I was blamed. So even though this started before hand, the break up of two marriages was blamed on me.
Oh wait no, according to Claire both men had an affair and this was all orchestrated by two bitches who blamed me.
Quite the home wrecker for someone who didn’t go out. -_-
This cascaded into attempts to kidnap me, torture, gaslighting (sometimes with the intent to kill me). Reality abuse. Hacking, false reports, threats of rape if they could get to me. And the attempted destruction of my family which got me kicked out and homeless.
My suicide attempt in July wasn’t enough because now it’s a snuff film or something because I didn’t work out as a Digital Hostage. And I was mutilated for… oh who cares anymore?
Seriously?
Just, whomever you are, whatever you want. Piss off. If you’re the one that had the affairs? Double fuck you because you helped them hurt me.
Confused? Of course. Because according to both men, neither had an affair but I was blamed anyway – by Claire. Who then helped hurt me knowing full well it was based on a lie. What sweetie? You wanted a divorce in a no fault state?
Okay, here we go again. She wanted a divorce and said Ryan had an affair with me. I don’t know what this has to do with Ranna because she tried saying she cheated with him but it seems unlikely from what I can discern. But I was blamed for that too.
Maybe.
Guess we’ll find out the rest of this convoluted tale eventually. Because now it’s people loved her for my writing that she passed as her own but couldn’t actually write a fucking word. Good at hacking not literature.
I was blamed for having copies of my own work, and shat on because the individual stole from me. And the love others had for my work comes from a place of respect for the heart involved. Which she lied about.
It’s a long con and because of it I was shat on. There you go. Melissa Devlin rhyming when pissed off. Oh by the way that’s me.
The rest? The lies of affairs? A way to try to control all of us.
Fucking bitch.
I was on the cusp of my career. If it wasn’t for her and all her lies I could have stayed at home and moved out once published.
But no, I can’t write without it being stolen and am living in the poor house. I would be learning the languages I was pursuing but she shat on those too.
I guess that explains why she does indeed want me dead. The truth will always out eventually.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
But barely conscious.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
Or is it more gaslighting?
The woman who wanted me to pull Game Over, who manipulated Joshua and his cult, is also the one who stole my identity and accused someone powerful of adultery in my name?
That’s the current story and I’ve heard more convoluted ones. She wanted to burry me and didn’t care how. Or who else she hurt in the process.
That would explain a lot wouldn’t it?
Ah who cares why after a while. She wants me to kill myself and has stated it so bluntly no one takes her seriously. Except me.
And I already gave it a really good go.
Others may need to untangle the lies to reach the truth. Did she sell my work? Is she using AI based on my writing? Did she flood the Police and FBI with false reports in my name?
Did she trash my identity and reputation?
Is she trying to make me homeless again?
Yes. On the last. She’s trying to kill me. Making me a member of the unhoused community again could easily do it.
Please don’t let her.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
These three necklaces are very important. But I can’t decide if that’s one too many with one other I keep under my shirt.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
(Barely) No selfie today I can’t be arsed. Here’s my cat again instead.
I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.
I really resisted the idea that Game Over could be so contentious someone would set a cult on me. Yes I called it a “game changer” but I underestimated the toxicity of some women – particularly those used to getting their way through wealth and reactive abuse.
The kind I describe in my book.
The kind Toad used.
The kind Hibiscus used.
Why that name? They’re high maintenance and go underground for most of the year.
The book is from a gods perspective, because gods find humans ridiculously funny. With a unique style and gentle “self”-teasing sense of humor it follows the arc of a relationship that almost destroyed me.
Because I am that skilled, it is as easy to read as a novel, and for some just as quick. It looks huge. Even when not formatted for ease on the eyes. But it’s so clear and full of humor the only complaint was it was too funny for the subject.
Which I took as a compliment.
This book is apparently why all that bad shit happened. Why Allahs book is interrupted. Why someone tried to drop a house on me, then a building, now a city.
Joshua is just an easy to manipulate fool. His cult blindly following his commands because cults are like that. The rest ever more elaborate gaslighting. Stories and characters woven out to create wounds because already being mentally ill wasn’t enough.
It’s back online now. The hard cover got pulled because she bitched about a picture I’m in, taken by my camera. It’s debatable who owns it but whatever. I’ll change photos and try again. Once I confirm she hasn’t hacked the source material again.
It is an older version because the one that should have been there was replaced and any copies destroyed.
Between the two they have indeed truly fucked me over. But Allah has encouraged me to endure. I will have the last laugh. So I survive. Even though I really don’t want to.
As I write this a copy is created so WordPress can be threatened into pulling it. Magically copyright infringement if she what’s? Puts it up first? Changes the timestamp? Go ahead honey. Sell my book.
Seriously. And you have to be fucking kidding me. Oh my fucking God. And are you fucking serious.
Let me go.
