COVENS, COURTS & CUSTODY

Introduction from the book, "Covens, Courts and Custody"

False allegations have become an almost ubiquitous experience among men navigating divorce proceedings and family court.  

This was not a reality that I was privy to, when I set out to tell my story — one so exceptional (or so I thought), that it just HAD to be told. It's got deceit without bounds, betrayal at depths that were leagues beyond anything I could have ever imagined, and that could rival even the tragic tales of antiquity. 

We’re talking witchcraft, crooked judges, lawfare campaigns spanning years, one false allegation after another and sometimes dozens all at once, designed to bring me to ruin and alter my relationships with my children.

This story contains insidious conspiracies, organizational and institutional corruption, and lies that would take on such a life of their own, that they seemed to wield a collective influence and power, as if embodied by some sort of egregore or dark spirit. 

“Whoa there,” you may be saying. I get that. I came out of the gate pretty quick here, didn’t I?

It would be fair enough at this point, to dismiss this as over-the-top hyperbole and superstitious rhetoric, or more charitably, some kind of exaggerated emotional account, heavily influenced by the subjective lens, but I promise, I will be bringing evidence along that has the potential to shatter your worldview, much like it has my own. 

Put the spiritual postulations completely to the side if you’d like and this is still one hell of a story, capable of holding its own, at least in the arena of gritty, real-life, true crime, court of public opinion, tell-alls (that’s a genre, isn’t it?).  

This is the kind of story that compelled a guy like me, who has never had any aspirations of putting pen to paper like this, to write a book. As I lived the experiences that I’m now writing about, events that seemed to be falling off the pages of some cosmic script, I found myself uttering phrases like, “you just couldn’t make this up if you tried”, and “the way this is playing out feels like it’s directed or written, like a movie or a dark novel.” And then the lightbulb moment: “This needs to be a book…..I need to write a book!” 

Being compelled though, didn’t even get my boots tied, when it came to embarking on the journey that I would need to, if I really wanted to tell this story. It wasn’t until I began speaking openly with other men, first with those in my immediate sphere, and then online here and there, and then with more consistency as I began putting out some videos on the internet — an exploratory, sort of dipping of my toes into the world of telling this story through content, that I would realize that my story (as absolutely insane and compelling as it is), was far, so far in fact, from being unique. 

I began reading the messages, and hearing the testimonies from scores of men — harrowing tales, from across the Western world, of false allegations, parental alienation, organizations working directly against them, and a legal system seemingly more concerned with yielding capitulation and revenue, than truth or justice.  

The unmitigated havoc brought on by false allegations affected these men’s psyches, their physical health, their livelihoods and finances, all while their lives were being turned upside down in some of the most significant possible ways — marriages dissolving in real time, relationships with their children altered, threatened, or in some cases even stripped from them entirely. Every bit of stability, pulled out like a rug from underneath them. The combination of forces bearing down on these men: losing everything, while simultaneously being thrown into arenas where they would now have to defend the truth, their rights, and sometimes their freedom, in a kind of onslaught that pushes the bounds of resiliency to the absolute brink. 

As if holding a mirror to my own experience, I saw men who, even after showing allegations against them to be false, using all requisite burdens of proof to exculpate themselves, found no recompense whatsoever for the many thousands of dollars, the lost time, and the utter devastation that had been brought into their lives. In all of these cases, including my own, where the lies were proven to be lies, the perpetrators of false allegations were never punished or held accountable in any meaningful way, despite the significant damages caused by their actions. 

An eerie resonance took hold, as the uncanniness of these accounts came into focus.

Being merely compelled to speak openly about my own story, gave way to a real calling to do so. There weren’t just common threads between these men’s stories and my own — there was an entire latticework of similarities. It was clear that something was going on here, something that looked a lot like a cultural phenomenon, and maybe even something deeper and darker. 

The names, places, and intricate details, of all of these stories are different, but strip away the particulars and you’re left with commonalities that are just too glaring to be ignored or explained away by chance. 

So what is going on here? 

I’m not going to give you an answer, or at least not what I think the answer is, not yet. I want you to hold onto that question, and see what conclusions you arrive to…or maybe even what conclusions arrive to you, as you read my story. 

Hold onto your hats, it’s a doozy.