CHAPTER FIVE: When the Masks Fall. By Multi®

The deeper I stepped into my calling, the more the masks around me began to crack.

People who once embraced me now kept their distance. Conversations got shorter. Smiles turned into strategies.

Some of the ones who claimed to be praying for me were quietly rooting for my downfall.

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I didn’t want to believe it. These were my people — my blood, my roots. But the evidence was everywhere.

The way their tone changed when I spoke about healing.

The way their eyes shifted when I mentioned freedom.

The subtle digs disguised as “concern.”

They weren’t just uncomfortable — they were threatened.

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Because I wasn’t just talking about healing.

I was doing it.

And in doing so, I was exposing the spell they had learned to live under.

Some people would rather stay cursed than be set free by the truth.

And I had just become a threat to their favorite chains.

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From that point forward, I could feel the atmosphere shift every time I walked into the room. Smiles stayed on their faces, but the warmth was gone. Their words were polite, but their energy was sharp.

They saw me as dangerous.

And they weren’t wrong.