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"Nothing will inspire your voyage to forgiveness like taking the scenic route through vengeance."
If
You
Don't
Feel
BETRAYED
You
Should.
* Names & non-crucial details have been changed for safety reasons.
2016
I was exhausted, frustrated, & LITERALLY on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, pleading with my fiancé to tell me what I needed to do to make the relationship work.
"Baby, look, I'll do anything, I'm sorr--"
My voice broke and suddenly, I stopped.
My stomach twisted into a knot so tight that I immediately felt the mixture of Bud Light & Patrón swirling in a way that I knew wasn't going to end well for me. I started blinking my eyes, hard, trying to get the tears to clear from my eyes so I could focus.
Focus, Ravynn! Am I ... Is he ...
As my eyes came into focus, my own thoughts drifted away. . .
I had no words. . . I could feel the blood slowly draining from my face.
Still on my knees, I became wobbly and fell backward, halfway catching myself, my hands clumsily smashed into the floor, my silver bracelet cutting deeply into the soft flesh of my wrist.
As I looked at Tony*, he was half--sitting, half--leaning against the pool table, slowly drawing a lonnng drag from his cigarette.
Everything went dark around him, as if a spotlight had been ushered from above, slicing through the darkness, beaming all around him, like he was on a Broadway stage.
But that's not what caught my attention. Not even the inch of ash that cooled to grey as he pulled the air in. It was his face. His mouth. The corners of his lips were slightly, ever so slightly, were curved upwards into a sinister smile.
It was a smirk.
He was freakin' smirking, laughing at me.
And how still he was. The only way I knew he was breathing was the fire in his cigarette that was growing and glowing until it wasn't and turned to ash.
He was so eerily still. . .
The ash fell to the floor. "Is that...is he...", asked my internal dialog.
I began to squint, trying to sharpen my sight because my brain wasn't computing what I was seeing. He was amused. There was nothing sincere going on between the two of us. I was trying to make a relationship work, deeply and visibly upset, and he... well he looked cold, dead behind the eyes, except he wore a smile that seemed to disappear the longer you stared.
I think I actually heard my heart stop beating because I remember the silence that followed.
What was I doing? I was on the floor, begging for him to tell me what I needed to do to fix the relationship. ME fix myself for him??!! "What are you doing," I asked myself. "What is he doing," I asked again, which was the better question. The dead ice behind his black, pupilless eyes told me how very wrong I had been about him the entire time.
Silence. Everything was quiet except the crackling of his cigarette, as if time itself had stopped. I had been very wrong. Dangerously wrong, that I was sure of.
To this day, all I know is that there was something very sinister about Tony, something I had never seen before, until that night. But that night, I saw, something. His stare had been vacant, distant, might be the better word, as if there was something inside of Tony, peering out through his eyes, that I saw looking back at me. It wasn't right, it was very, very wrong.
Tony looked at his cigarette, ashed it in the ashtray, and when he looked back at me, "It" was gone and it was just Tony.
"What?", he asked me, no smile. The grin was gone.
* * * *
Present Day
I'll never forget what I saw that night, or the exact moment that I realized I knew NOTHING about the man standing in front me.
But what I did know, from that night on, is that:
#1) There was something VERY WRONG with my Tony
#2) I was determined to find out what it was and
#3) Whatever it was, he was A MASTER AT HIDING IT FROM PEOPLE .
But he wasn't hiding anything from me that night.
It was his eyes.
Or...it was something in his eyes.
You guys, they were twinkling , as if I was holding an eighteen-flame, gothic candelabra out in front of him, and that stare --
that sinister stare, as if something not--human was looking back at me, & his brown eyes were GONE !
They just looked like black circles of the swirling abyss staring back at me, LAUGHING AT ME , sadistically ENJOYING the pain I was in.
He was getting off on this.
Did he think this was some sort of game? That's SICK!
To this day, I have no idea what he was thinking, and frankly, I don't want to know.
But the story doesn't end there, in fact, it gets worse.
I was about to find out one of the BIGGEST secrets that he had been hiding from me since day one.
How I wish I had paid more attention to the signs & RED FLAGS because #1) they were there over & over I just missed them or chose not to look at them and #2) I could have saved myself a lot of:
For the next few months,
we both acted like nothing happened that night.
I pretended like I didn't see a monster in him, & he continued to "love me" by treating me like he hated me. Love me, hate me.
Yell at me, then say sorry.
We'd have a great weekend, then like clockwork, Monday came around, and he would fly off the handle.
It would be two more years before I would learn that he picked fights on Friday so he could spend the weekend with another woman.
But until I learned the truth, the fact remained:
No matter how hard I tried, we couldn't go more than 3 days without a huge fight.
And then I learned... THAT was exactly how he wanted it.
I remember like it was yesterday. I was living with my grandma at the time. I had just cured myself from Fibromyalgia after being bedridden for FOUR YEARS. She helped take care of me when I was really in the bed for 23 hours a day.
But then I got better; I went back to school and earned my Holistic Practitioner's diploma and shortly after graduation, that's when I met Tony.
He had bulldozed his way into my life; I didn't even really like him.
But stupidly, I just went along with it.
I didn't mention yet-- he was Puerto Rican, and my grandmother was a snooty, old white lady and while she'd deny it immediately after making a negative comment, but she was a complete racist.
Well, one day we had a bad a fight and I called her a bigot and a racist, and she kicked me out of the house.
Literally told me to GET OUT.
It was a Sunday.
And guess who was "there for me?"
To"help" me?
Yeah, you know.
Help. Ha! I needed help from Tony like I needed a hole in the head.
But, you already know what I did.
I moved in.
He said I could live there, so...🤷🏻♀️, what other options did I have? NONE!
And yes, of course I knew it was a horrible idea but against my better judgment . . .
I did it anyway .
I was almost finished moving my stuff into Tony's,
& that's when it happened.
I have NEVER been a jealous person or a snoop, so I didn't think a thing when I heard Tony's phone go,
I went to get his phone so I could bring it to him, and to my HORROR, I saw something I never thought possible.
It was a text from a girl.
My hands started to tremble.
No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't. HE WOULDN'T RIGHT?
I had a decision to make. I flashed back to the incident on the pool table two months ago.
There's NO way I wasn't going to find out exactly what he was doing.
But I wasn't prepared for what I was going to find.
As I opened up his phone, I began reading a bunch of texts that had just come in from some girl I had never heard of.
We'll call her, Jenny *.
** DING **
She was talking about her feelings for him WHEN THEY WERE IN BED TOGETHER JUST A WEEK AGO!
My heart sank.
I vigorously began searching through all apps on his phone, and I couldn't believe what I found.
There were HUNDREDS of texts with tens of women, some local, some in chat rooms in other countries, some on dating apps....they were everywhere .
This was a. . . sex addiction.
I got that sick feeling in my stomach again.
What was I going to do?
I had just destroyed my relationship with my grandmother for him!
I defended him, stuck up for him!
The blood began to boil in my veins . . .
Had I REALLY just given up EVERYTHING in my life for a LIAR AND A CHEATER?
! SPOILER ALERT ! The answer is, YES. YES I SURE DID!
"Ravynn, you're not actually considering staying with this guy, are you?"
My friend Katie, from school, asked me while I sobbed.
* * *
This was rich coming from Katie--- she was in her eighth year of living in a loveless marriage with a son she and her husband always fought over.
He treated her terribly: he was verbally abusive, called her names, belittled her, spoke down to her yelled but she wanted to judge me for giving Tony a second chance.
"He said he let her crash at his house one night when she showed up drunk, and that he gave her the couch. But the next morning, he woke up and she was in his bed."
Katie rolled her eyes, "And you believe him?"
I bit my lip.
The truth was, I didn't know if I could believe him. But he had been so convincing that night when I was moving in.
In hindsight, I cannot remember what Tony said to me to excuse all the women.
I CANNOT BELIEVE I stayed with him!
But I did, for TWO AND HALF MORE YEARS.
After Katie went home, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and felt that knot begin to tighten in my stomach again.
I started thinking about the last twenty years of my dating career.
I had been with more worthless men than I cared to remember.
They all were either abusive or we ended up fighting all of the time.
I didn't have one good relationship under my belt.
THAT WAS SAD.
What was sad, was the thought of going on "Tinder" or "Ok Cupid" and having to start from scratch.
I mean, at least Tony made me feel safe (at first).
And we really did have a lot of fun... when we weren't fighting.
I thought about the last time Tony and I talked, after the phone incident.
He had seemed so sincere and he had an answer for everything, and all of his answers.... well, they made sense.
Maybe I had over-reacted and he did say that he loved me so many times.
And you can't FAKE all of those sweet, kind things he said, I mean. . . RIGHT ?
* * *
How many of you are groaning and shaking your heads?
I know, I know, I can't believe I fell for it, even after I had been a domestic violence advocate for over TWENTY YEARS ~ I, legit, knew the signs!
That girl, "Jenny", she remained a thorn in my side and a problem in our relationship the entire three years. And of course he slept with her. I was just in love and blinded by what I wanted to believe.
I still can't believe, TO THIS DAY, how blatant of a liar this guy was. His father was dying of cancer and he PROMISED, literally on his father's deathbed, that he didn't sleep with her, and it turned out,
He lied about that, too.
Narcissists, Sociopaths, & Psychopaths have no problems lying, cheating, stealing: they have no moral code and you have to remember:
STOP TRYING TO APPLY RATIONAL THOUGHT OR BEHAVIOR TO PEOPLE WHO DO NOT THINK OR BEHAVE IN A RATIONAL WAY.
Until you start PLAYING BY THEIR RULES and you get your head in the game they've created, you are going to lose.
Every.
Single.
Time.
If I had known how much damage my relationship with Tony was going to cost me, I would've run as far away from him as I could.
AND SOME THINGS,
I AM NEVER GOING TO GET BACK.
What
I
Will
Never
Get
Back
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TRUSTING OTHERS. I think everyone is lying to me unless I get proof. It's awful.
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FRIENDSHIPS. The relationship cost me so many friends, I lost count. And I never got them back.
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MY MENTAL HEALTH. I have severe PTSD and have flashbacks all the time. Loud noises fry my nervous system. If I'm demeaned or abused by a man, like at work, I have a severe physical reaction of sobbing, hyperventilating, and uncontrollable shaking, & it will take me days to recover. It's terrible, and it's cost me 12 jobs in the last four years. I eventually went to drive for Lyft, where I couldn't be abused by anyone.
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MONEY. The relationship cost me my perfect credit of nearly 800 pts. I almost had to claim bankruptcy. I eventually had to move out of the state to get away from him. Altogether, the relationship cost me almost $100,000.
I actually thought a lot about that day with Katie.
Or rather, I thought a lot about how I never saw her again after that talk.
It seemed like all of my friends had abandoned me, and so had my family.
It's like, "Gee, thanks, guys, I'm in the worst relationship of my life and you can't just be a good friend and stay by my side while I'm being tormented & psychologically tortured, gaslighted, physically & sexually abused, cheated on, lied to-- you get the idea.
And you know what else?
it took me a long time to figure out that everybody knew he was a liar & a cheater except me.
I felt like such a fool.
Defending him, acting all doe-y -- eyed and in love...
Holding his hand in public, feeling so proud to be on his arm...
PLEASE!
The looks I got, were looks of patheticism!
I wonder if they all used to joke about how stupid & naive I was?
They probably were all laughing nonstop behind my back.
But I think the worst part of it all, was the isolation and battling the
cycle of abuse alone:
It's like I had the logical knowing that he was no good for me, but I was so addicted to him that I couldn't leave even if I wanted to!
Ok, maybe that was the worst...
And I couldn't help but wonder.... how many RED FLAGS were there, in the beginning, that I MISSED ?
I could feel my cheeks getting hot-- I was getting PISSED!
How many times had I suspected something, and just waved it off like it was nothing?
How many "gut feelings" had I brushed aside?
And if I'm being really honest, what I was REALLY asking myself:
How Much Of This Gory Relationship was PREVENTABLE?
And if I wanted to be even more truthful, because I could feel the rage creeping up into my cheeks and my chest which were both now a fiery red:
I wanted. . . . REVENGE
I found myself wondering how could I get back at him, and how could I make sure that this NEVER HAPPENS TO ME AGAIN...
Calling . . .
Diane Virtue
0:03
"Hello, it's Diane," the kind voice said as I stared at a gorgeous woman with thick red hair that tumbled down her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like blue-green sea water, and she had the brightest, whitest smile I had ever seen.We were FaceTiming, and I couldn't believe I was about to have a real chat with one of the most most prominent women in the Narc community. You see, her name is Diane Virtue and when I scoured the internet trying to find any kind of information on narcissism or antisocial personality disorder, her name was the name that popped up again and again.
She is a super-respected expert in the field, and I wanted her opinion on some... uh, plans I had come up with.
REVENGE sounds so...juvenile, but the more I thought about it, the stronger I felt about standing up for myself.
I wanted everyone to know that you can't do this kind of stuff to me. . .
. . . .WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES.
I'd even seen a video of her with Kelly Clarkson and liked her Instagram page along with 6 million other women.
I hoped and prayed she would give me just a few minutes of her time.
I kind of misled her assistant when I booked the call. I told her assistant it was an interview for the local newspaper.
Which I may still try to submit, and I will ask a couple of questions that are like interview questions, but the whole point was to get MY ideas out in front of her regarding my course that I tried to launch last year to help people out of narcissistic and antisocial relationships. It....didn't go over well in the community, so I thought talking to Diane Virtue would be smart move, to maybe get some pointers or at least get her opinion.
And I wanted her honest opinion.
"Listen, Diane, I want to be straight with you." I fumbled with my words a little bit. "I'm-- "
"Not really from the newspaper?", she asked with a smile on her lips.
"How did you--", I started to ask.
She smiled a knowing smile, but not at me; I could tell she was looking past her computer at, well, I'm not sure, maybe another person?
"Because the newspaper never sends over anyone with any depth. Plus, I saw ravens in my meditation this morning, clear as day, and... well, I'm taking a wild guess. So what's really going on?"
"Well, over the last two years, Tony Robbins & Dean Graziosi have been mentoring me relentlessly in the online education industry as I've been transforming my holistic practice into a 100% virtual one. My three years with a despicable, narcissistic psychopath turned the direction of my business. It changed my whole life, uncovered my past, my secrets of childhood, and I knew what my business needed to change moving forward. I want to impact the mental health pandemic, and leading the way in the crisis, is the abuse caused by narcissists, sociopaths, and psychopaths. It's been an incredible journey for me, too."
Diane nodded, knowingly.
"There are really two groups of people I want to help. One, is with preventative work. People who haven't been abused by one of these groups before; and the two, everyone else who has. You know, there's a possibility that I could actually get to people in time before their lives get blown up by these infamous, modern-day vampires. How incredible could that be? To avoid the "pothole", which is what I like to call it, altogether."
"And as I continued to make the course, talk to people, walking the journey you could say, I realized something. I want r----", but I stopped, suddenly wondering if Diane was going to judge me for wanting. . .
...REVENGE.
"There, I said it", I thought.
I wanted revenge. I did. But before I could get it out--
"Revenge?", Diane asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yes!!!!", I screamed surprisingly.
"How did you know?"
"I get this one a lot. Every day. It's a huge topic, and so many people feel it, not just you. But there's a problem with revenge. It's all-consuming and you can get really lost in it, engulf your whole life into flames until ...."
She trailed off with a really distant look in her eye. She looked really sad.
I watched as her eyes clouded up, as if remembering something she didn't want to.
She looked back at me, "I'm sorry, it uh... revenge can burn up your entire world until it is nothing but a giant pile of ash. Like, revenge eats souls for lunch on a Tuesday," Diane exclaimed with the most matter-of-fact expression on her face as if everyone knew this.
Neither one of us said anything.
I fiddled with a button on my blouse.
:: crickets ::
I think we were both holding our breaths, waiting for the other to say something, definitely avoiding each other's stares because...
Well, what do you say to that???
As soon as it was about to get awkward, I guess we both went for it because we caught each other's glance and both busted out laughing until my sides hurt.
"Oh, my God, Diane, that was so HILARIOUS ", I said, finally able to get words out.
"I haven't laughed that hard in a really, really long time. You do know it's Tuesday, right?", I asked.
Diane looked over at me again and we both started laughing hysterically again.
We both started fanning our eyes and it reminded me of the Joe Koy joke: "Do you know the comedian, Joe Koy?"
She immediately started nodding her head, "I love Joe Koy!"
"Do you know the joke about women fanning their eyes when they're laughing so hard?"
We doubled over into more laughter. "OK, stop!! Enough! My sides hurt, seriously..." I said as I tried to gain my composure.
"Ok, whew, that was crazy," Diane said.
"OK," I said with more control.
"OK," we both said to in unison.
Giggling slightly, I continued. "So, yes, I agree, revenge can be an ugly thing. For sure. But....but what if it isn't?"
"Tell me more," Diane replied, as the sparkle had returned to her eyes.
"I think I've found a way to unite the 5 BILLION lives that have been harmed or destroyed by the Zero-Empathy Personalities-- the narcs, sociopaths, & psychopaths. And that's by offering the public, REVENGE. It's best served cold, right?"
"Well, I think I've found the iciest, coldest way to serve it up and the best thing of all?"
"NONE of us will have to do it ALONE, if we don't want to."
"What I'm offering, is an opportunity to get ahead of whatever kind of pothole is on your path, so you can see it coming. For example, you know when something really bad happens, and the first thing you say is, 'Oh my God, if I had only ____'; 'If I had just watched for the signs," or 'If I had just taken a different route home,' or 'if I had just waited 5 more minutes....' "
"God, I hate those moments," I rolled my eyes thinking back. "It's the worst. The 'If only I's', you know?"
I sat up, momentum building.
"But that's the thing. I want to sell the gift of eliminating those moments! Get people ahead of catastrophe, buy them time, installing a safety net before the fall, do you get it? It's like cheating Death, almost. But the way I look at it, one form of revenge is paying it forward: what could be better than using knowledge to diminish the victim pool for narcs and sociopaths to pick from? And without them being any the wiser."
I studied Diane's face.
"Well, what do you think?", I asked nervously.
"I think.... what's the catch?", she replied.
"Ahh," I said knowingly. "Anyone ever tell you you're a smart woman?"
"From time to time," Diane said with a sheepish shrug.
" The Catch ,is that I did a test run on a small group of women online, all in various Facebook groups pertaining to narcissists, sociopaths, or psychopaths."
I continued: "And there are a lot of women over the age of 25 who are stuck. Stuck in bad relationships, stuck in their stories, stuck in the same cycle over and over again, and some, they're still stuck in the same 27-year-old marriages, yet they're still complaining about their abusers, because they never left."
I paused. I studied Diane's face. She seemed deep in thought, but her enthusiastic nod told me to keep going.
"Well, saying things like
that had a interesting...reaction."
"Oh, really?", Diane said, interested.
"Well.... It was a little too much TRUTH for some people. Maybe the one thing they do have control over is people's sympathy, maybe, and they felt like I was taking that away."
"So some felt offended. Others misunderstood. Look, I've been doing this a long time, and I've helped a lot of people. Both men and women, all ages and even teens. I listen to what they think they want and need; and so last year, I decided I was going to do something scary-- really scary.... Here, let me pull up the magazine cover and flyer. It'll give you a better idea, hold on."
I pulled my phone out of my purse and went into my files so I could quickly text the image over to Diane:
(Here, take a closer look,
for everybody online right now)
ON THE COVER:
RAVYNN ROHNER
Diane's jaw almost hit the floor. Then she read the title aloud.
"Awakening Your Inner, Fierce Femme Fatale:
Learn How To Execute The Most Genius Revenge Plans On Those Who Have Hurt You The Most
"Oh, my God!", she shrieked as she read aloud,
"Nothing will inspire your voyage to forgiveness like taking the
scenic route through vengeance."
"Damn, girl, now who's good?! You might be as good as me," she said with honest bewilderment.
"Can I see the numbers on this? How many quarters have you done? Did anybody do reviews on the course? Oh! And what are the leading demographics? Maybe I could br---", I cut her off.
I guess I had been to vague because she didn't understand what I meant by "had an interesting reaction".
"See, that's the thing, Diane. I don't offer the course anymore. Not to anyone."
Diane finally looked up at me and did a double--take, and then just stared at me with confused eyes, mouth still open.
I cleared my throat. "Like I said, I tried to offer it to a few of the women from the Facebook groups, and well. . . it didn't go very well."
"It wasn't what they wanted to hear, unfortunately."
"I'm not exaggerating, Diane, they got mad. Really mad."
"They couldn't handle it. You know they started calling me The Truthbearer."
Diane just slowly shook her head from side to side. I think she was in shock, but honestly, I didn't really know why.
I looked down, lowering my head, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Last year was. . . a tough year. It almost ended my career.
"Diane, the truth is, or at least, what I think the truth is: these people? They wanted the lie and hated me for telling them the truth."
Suddenly, I felt very foolish for being there.
What was I doing?", I thought to myself. "Let's face it, my course bombed the first time, I barely made it back to the top, and now I was trying to sell it to one of the biggest names in the industry? Damn it, Ravynn, what the hell were you thinking?! You really fu--"
"Wait!!", Diane exclaimed! "You're not really clamming up NOW are you? Yeah right, spill it, Rave. If you know of a way that isn't illegal and isn't going to get us in trouble, for me to taste even just a sample of sweet revenge, even just a little bit, girl, give it up, GIVE IT UP, NOW!", she actually kinda yelled at me.
I wondered who had hurt the great Diane Virtue.
"Seriously, this could help a lot of people. Do you know that I have a sick, heavy pit in my stomach that, like, NEVER goes away? It's because I never got the closure I felt I deserved. This," she waved her phone in the air, "This could be a way to get rid of the pit, Ravynn." Her face grew serious.
She saw me begin to protest.
"I know, I know, no one wanted to hear it last time," she hurried along. "Well, let ME be the judge of that."
"You said you know who I am, and one thing I am not is some uptight wuss who can't handle the truth being served to me on a silver platter, & you know I live for the truth."
"Hell, I've made a career out of it!", she pointed out.
I bit my lip as I weighed it in my mind.
"I don't know, Diane, I don't think I thought this through." I started to panic. "I didn't mean to waste your time. I guess hearing it all said out loud...", my voice trailed off.
I knew if I bombed, I was F I N I S H E D !!
I mean, I wanted to help people reclaim their power and get a "healthy" revenge and protect their assets and their loved ones and the thing Diane said about the pit in her stomach-- I would want to help, but what if I wasn't really helping in the end?
And what if it meant the end of ME?
And even as much as I loved Diane, and she was good at what she did in the PR world, but who's to say she had my best interests at heart? What happens to her if the course bombs?
NOTHING.
Most people just screw you over and are out for themselves, I thought. Let's just end the call.
"I'm sorry, Diane, I just don't think it's a good idea. But I tell you what, I'll think about it, I will, I promise." I sat up and reached for the phone as if I was about to terminate the call.
She pouted a little and crossed her arms over her chest. "What about just me? Can I just do the course?"
I turned to protest.
"Fine, fine," Diane said, beating me to it, "But you better think about it. Call me when you've changed your mind."
She stood up and flipped her red locks over her shoulder and straightened her very expensive Versace jacket.
"I mean it, call me!", she said, flashing me a million-dollar smile as she lifted her cell phone to her ear and pushed "on", saying, "Digame!", then mouthed to me, "It's the Columbians."
"I will, I will, I promise I --" my voice trickled off.
She had already turned away.
Oh my God, what have I done?
Diane Virtue
Call Ended
And then I crawled into bed and cried.
* * *
I tried to make an insightful post for my Instagram page, but every selfie I took, all I could see was the devastation in my eyes.
Every post I scrolled through had a person in it looking at me with the same, sorrowful face, mocking me:
"Ravynn, why won't you help us???"
I tried to reach Diane again, but no answer.
I sent her a text on Skype, but no answer.
I even tried to reach her assistant, but no one was reachable.
Was she mad at me?
And After 3 Days, Something Wonderful Happened.
I got an email from an address I didn't recognize. An email from someone at Diane's company,
"Virtuous Productions, Inc."
And then another one came in, about an hour later...
Two hours later, a 3rd and a 4th and a 5th, until my inbox had about twenty emails, all saying something different and something the same:
One by one, emails kept coming in, reminding me of how I felt BEFORE I ever launched the Awakening course.
Where were all these people coming from?
They weren't enrolled during the course last year, that's for sure, I thought.
I shook my head at the negative thought, trying to clear my mind so I could think clearly and objectively.
I already knew what was holding me back!
It was just one, stupid (big) thing:
F E A R
Fear of what?
Easy.
I actually said it aloud: "
WHAT IF IT BOMBED A 2nd TIME?"
In the excitement, my stomach began to get queasy. SO NERVOUS.
It was like I was standing on a ledge 40 FEET UP and hoped like hell the bungee cord would stop me from falling to my death.
Because really, there was only 1 question left to ask.
Did I WANT To Re-Launch The Class & Teach It?
In that moment, I realized that I did, more than anything.
Over the next few weeks, day by day, I re-introduced myself to
Awakening Your Inner Fierce Femme Fatale
I used the program as if I was a student:
I wanted to receive the information & see how it felt so I could think about how it would feel to others on the receiving end.
There were statistics & proven facts, and all this stuff about mental health and psychology.
There were very specific techniques to use...
along with videos & worksheets.
I thought about what I wanted to experience.
I thought about what OTHERS would want to experience.
I thought about how I planned on teaching ALL OF THEM how to attract all the things they didn't already have.
Once again, I got another idea.
I decided to put what I was teaching to the test.
It was a simple test, using a method for attracting things.
I used a simple THREE BREATH & THREE COUNT method to try to attract a parking space during downtown's rush hour.
I knew it was a long shot, but I tried anyway.
And, it worked.
As I pulled up to the building, I swear to God, in the absolutely closest space to the door, there was an older, silver, Chevy Blazer pulling out of the space, just in perfect time to be clear for me.
I don't know why I was surprised; I guess I had lost a lot of my confidence after the poor reception of Awakening the first time.
I printed out the WORKSHEETS.
I watched the VIDEOS over & over.
I "learned" each LIFE HACK, one a day.
I re-introduced myself to the SILVA METHOD.
I was SO glad that I decided to do the whole course from start to finish because there was a MAGIC to the progression of Awakening!
Sure, I had the knowledge of all the secrets and techniques, hacks, facts, tips & pointers---
But what I hadn't fully realized yet--- because of the lack of positive feedback---was the EPIC OPPORTUNITY that I was actually selling!
For the first time, I really understood
the POWER & the POSSIBILITIES
that a person WITH an open heart & mind could achieve.
I realized that anyone taking this course would get to see the extraordinary shift in their life, too.
Three weeks later,
Katie & I were sitting across from each other having lunch.
(remember, my friend Katie from earlier?)
"What the hell happened to you these last few weeks?"
You're literally glowing, girl.
Are you like, on drugs or something?
Last I heard,you SO weren't EVER doing the Awakening class, EVER again.
In fact, wasn't I banned from ever mentioning its name,
ever again, out loud, or something?"
She nodded her head forcefully.
"Yeah, I definitely remember being reprimanded for mentioning the "other A word" at the dinner table," she sassed.
I just smiled mischievously and pushed around my salad.
I could feel Katie's eyes burning holes in me.
"Um, I don't have all day, girl, what it is? What's going on with you?"
"I can't tell you," I said. "I just....re-learned a few things."
"What things? Tell me!", Katie demanded.
I had made a deal with myself that in order to keep the mystery of the class, for it to uphold its monetary value, I wouldn't disclose any secrets, at any time, to anybody.
Including best friends.
Katie was a persistent lady, but eventually she gave up and went home.
I wrote Heather and told her how grateful I was for her email and, I didn't know how she had rounded everybody up, but how thankful I was for everyone who had pushed me to consider re-launching my course.
BUT THE NEXT DAY,
I felt ice in my veins and fear in my heart like I was being hunted by an angry tiger.
Because my entire course,
my marked--up worksheets,
my entire eBook,
all 21 Life Hacks,
all of my most exotic tips,
Red Flags, &
along with everything Heather had risked her job for ...
IT WAS GONE. All gone.
And then...
"Diane?", I asked, all confused when Diane showed up on the screen. She had a look on her face I couldn't read as people began to fill in behind her.
"What's going on?", I asked bewildered.
Then, over her shoulder I saw...
"Katie?! What the---", but Katie just smiled and winked as if telling me everything was ok. It relaxed me a little.
"Why do I feel like an alcoholic about to have an intervention?", I joked because I was nervous.
THEY were the ones who hacked my computer & "took" my coursework, with Katie's help-- it was her bright idea, of course. 🙄 I saw Heather and someone with her, and they seemed to know someone else, and I realized that they all seemed to know each other.
Over the next hour, eight of them to my one, begged and pleaded with me, flattered and gushed.
Diane and Katie had teamed up to find all the people who who were in the first round of the Awakening course. Then the two asked if any of their friends had taken the course, and that led to a large number of people who actually LOVED it. These 8 were a fraction of the group.
These eight were women who had previously given up.
Someone I didn't even recognize said, "Put it this way: we are offering up our lives, lives of seven women, who I know personally, began to shift. Small things: intimacies with their current partner; a more respectful child with less attitude; a less--demanding and more understanding boss, winning a little bit of money here, saving there, and one manifested the promotion she has wanted for over three years! These teachings are doing something, Ravynn. They're important."
"People can handle the truth," they told me.
"And if they don't, you can give them their money back. We've crunched the numbers based on need and request, and we think if we change the way you market this course, you'll have a different outcome. We think you should simply share the story of how 'the course got out again'. That's it."
"You always say YOUR MISSION is to help women (all genders) be happy. To help everyone really understand the POWER that they have within themselves," Katie said.
"Ms. Rohner, this is how you do it," Heather chimed in.
And finally, I said yes.
I agreed to TEST release my
"Awakening Your Inner Fierce FEMME FATALE" program to a small number of women...
(coincidentally all women, but all genders encouraged & welcome!)
But only if that SMALL number of women don't drag my name through the mud...
And if you're sitting there reading or listening to this story, that means the course is still OPEN for now.
If you would LISTEN with an open mind...
If you would PROMISE to actually USE
what you learn...
So, if you're reading this letter....
It means YOU are part of the "test".
It means you have a chance to learn the hard,
priceless, & wonderful TRUTH.
It means you have a chance to get off the roller coaster of MISERY that most relationships are & eventually find a partner who will actually LOVE and WORSHIP you the way you deserve....
To have coworkers & superiors RESPECT you the way you deserve....
To raise children who are STRONG &
who will NEVER be hurt by an abuser,
the way they deserve...
But only if you PROMISE right now...
To forget everything you think you know so far about dating, relationships with men/partners, EVEN WHAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT YOURSELF.
To erase everything any abuser ever told you, including the BS from your parents, siblings, childhood friends, pastors, priests, etc: to be willing to start with a CLEAN SLATE
To commit to YOURSELF, even if it means by giving up your STORIES.
To show up, ready to be VULNERABLE, OPEN, & WILLING to be malleable, because you need to be ready to make major changes in your thinking and behavior.
To be willing to at least try to release your anger & bitterness towards everyone who has hurt you in your past. Even if you don't think you ever could, you just need to be at least willing to try.
But don't misunderstand me: it is my PROMISE to you, that you WILL get sweet REVENGE before it is all said & done. . .
If You Can Do That, This Is Going To Be A
LIFE-CHANGING
Event For You, Just Like It Was For Me
But if you can't...
Well, if you can't, I thank you for your time, but please leave this page right now because we really have nothing left to talk about.
Still here? I just need you to say "yes" to a few important questions before I let you into "the FEMME FATALE club":
* * * *
Are You Ready?
Are you ready to learn these PRICELESS SECRETS to mastering all relationships at home, for fun, in love, & at work?
Are you ready to hatch a REVENGE plan so wicked, that you can't believe it's not illegal?
Are you ready to have real skills that mimic those of a COVERT OPERATIVE, to detect deception or infidelity?
Are you ready to embrace your FIERCENESS , which I PROMISE YOU , is in each and every one of you?
Get ready to experience self--confidence that you've never thought possible!
Because it's like you've been let in on THE biggest secrets of all times, but you're the ONLY one who knows . . .
Or like knowing a stock market boom before anyone else...do you know how POWERFUL that makes you feel?
That is what you will get to experience if you decide to join
the FEMME FATALE club!
Get ready to know everything there is to know about NARCISSISTS, SOCIOPATHS, & PSYCHOPATHS: how to outsmart them, how to push THEIR buttons, how to avoid them, when/how to be SAFE, how to leave, how to drive them crazy, how to beat them every time, how to protect yourself, and learn their #1 weakness!!!
And so much more....
DO YOU ENJOY TEACHING OTHERS?
REMEMBER:
Are you usually the leader of the pack?
Do people tend to come to YOU for advice or to ask you "your opinion"?
Have you ever considered being/are you a life coach, counselor, or psychiatrist/ologist?
If you answered "yes" to any of those questions, then I strongly encourage you to add these tools to your toolbox.
If you tend to help others or guide others, it is imperative that you know this information inside & out so that you have the ability to offer these life-saving skills to all: I would 100% view this as a continuing education course.
As you consider joining
" the FEMME FATALE club ",
remember to think outside of yourself. Maybe you ended up on this site because you are in a unique position for outreach. In that case, you do not have time to waste: you must be one of the select few to join the club if you can help share this information with clients, students, and other groups or even just with family members or friends.
NO ONE should be left out!
MY TESTAMENT:
At the end of the day:
It is THE most important thing to me...
It will always be my #1 goal....
And it will continue to be the fuel for which my most pure passion burns:
The most important thing that I stay focused on is protecting the republic from ALL forms of abuse through tools of PREVENTION like knowledge/education and helping one another.
We do whatever is necessary to help
one another avoid
"THE POTHOLE"
that is abuse, if at all possible, at all costs.
But WAIT, There's MORE
If you're still reading....
Then that means you are HUNGRY for more....if you have found yourself nodding, feeling that FIRE rising up...and you know that you are BRAVE enough to hear what "THE TRUTHBEARER" has to say because deep down you KNOW it's what's best for you,
even if you don't really want to....
THEN IT MEANS, "YES YES YES, YOU ARE READY !"
So here we go. Take a deep breath.
Here's just a tiny sample of the life-changing techniques, truths, & skills you are going to learn on this journey, that I personally guarantee will generate amazing RESULTS that you'll
almost-automatically get when you join this
VERY TINY GROUP OF WOMEN
allowed to "try out" my
AWAKENING YOUR INNER FIERCE
FEMME FATALE
program today...
Into the Mind's of Monsters
Synopsis of our program:
You are going to get a front seat as we travel through the minds of narcissists, sociopaths, and psychopaths. You're going to understand how they look for prey and how to protect yourself. Discover what in you, has attracted these manipulators, or find out to make sure your internal dialogue is set to repel, not attract, these cruel and heartless Zero-Empathy Personalities. A thrilling ride through the vicious and torturous minds of the human being's deadliest predators. the FEMME FATALE club is also proud to offer our PLATINUM ELITE clients, the personal development program, which focuses on weight, a personal makeover, & tricks for skincare to get you feeling FABULOUS & POWERFUL!
NOTE FROM THE CREATOR
You have been carefully selected to be a part of a new wave of thinking in terms of the global mental health pandemic. When an estimated 5 Billion lives have been harmed or destroyed by narcissists, sociopaths, & psychopaths, their involvement in the mental health crisis must be addressed.
With no successful treatment or options of wishful change for these three "Zero Empathy Personalities", our only option for viable solution is working with current victims and preventing new ones.
It is my vision to create lasting change by pushing PREVENTION strategies alongside dedicated awareness campaigning and aggressive mass-educating by over-delivering an unforgettable journey of massive TRANSFORMATION. I aim to accomplish these things by giving back one of the most important blocks of a person’s fundamental make-up that so many children were robbed of in their youth: the priceless gift of being "good enough", their self-worth. As an American citizen who loves the freedoms that I do have in my country, my first line of business is uniting the people and protecting the republic. Then I’ll move on to finding Ambassadors who can lead their own teams and awareness groups for every country I can get on board. Please contact me if you are interested in ambassadorship @ info@ravynnrohner.com
And welcome to the FEMME FATALE club.
WARNING: Keep in mind that you are learning REAL, COVERT training techniques proven to bust liars & cheaters, and this can cause a FLOOD of instant emotions in these deceptive people. We are not responsible for any reactions or consequences that result from your use of our techniques. YOU are responsible for any & all repercussions that occur after learning & implementing ANY secrets, tricks, or trades of the FEMME FATALE club.
HACKS, FACTS, & STORIES LIARS TELL
Synopsis of my 1st eBook:
An absolute MUST-HAVE for navigating life in the 21st century. Often revered as a CliffsNotes FOR LIFE cheat sheet, this tool must be in your virtual toolbox! Everyone involved in dating, a career, or complex familial dynamics, need this book desperately. It's is a game- changing foundation builder, & even if your 65 years old, if you're still will an abuser or if you're 30 and have a history of abusive rela-tionships or if you have a classroom of children you love and want to protect: this book IS FOR YOU. Highly recommended for all ages 15+. "When 5 Billion lives have been harmed or destroyed by narcissists, sociopaths, & psychopaths, their involvement in the worldwide mental health crisis must be addressed, and so I aim to pioneer the way to global mental health by uniting the people and protecting the republic through proactive awareness campaigning, teaching intelligent defense, and by returning the most precious gift that so many have been robbed of in their upbringing: the priceless sense of being good enough, their self-worth." -ravynn rohner
Here's What You're Going To Learn From This eBook
Or learn how to NEVER lose it in the 1st place!
BECOMING A HUMAN LIE DETECTOR
It is a safe bet that you do not know when people are lying to you over 50% of the time.
BECOMING A HUMAN LIE DETECTOR
It is a safe bet that you do not know when people are lying to you over 50% of the time.
🐆
MORPHING INTO A "CHEETAH HUNTER"
You are no longer the prey, YOU are the predator:
hunt down any cheater when you learn these tell--all
signs, Red Flags, & behaviors that all cheaters do.
TURNING INTO INSPECTOR GADGET.
If you so choose, you can learn how to use spyware and other gadgets and gizmos for catching dishonesty with proof.
Or learn how to NEVER lose it in the 1st place!
BEING A BOSS IN THE WORKPLACE.
Take control of any abuser's game at work. You'll learn how to best handle the situations & what not to do.
ROCKING OUT AS A NEW "BOUNDARY SETTER".
Probably my #1 or top three: there is NOTHING like the rewarding feeling you get when you establish a healthy boundary for the first time and then you get to kick back & watch the manipulators in your life go crazy! It's one of the first signs that you're really growing!
AND SO MUCH MORE!
Whether it's to do with your career, your finances, your relationships, and even your health, my eBook, Hacks, Facts, & Stories Liars Tell helps you realize your ambitions and will help you fulfill your dreams by providing you the information you so deserve & until now, has not been around in one place to guide you through life, protecting everything you have worked so hard to achieve. It doesn't matter what you're trying to accomplish: there are no dreams too big or feat too complicated for you to acquire! The priceless information you're about to receive can literally change your world FOREVER.
You're going to FINALLY
get your
POWER back.
Or learn how to NEVER lose it in the 1st place!
BECOMING A HUMAN LIE DETECTOR
It is a safe bet that you do not know when people are lying to you over 50% of the time.
🐆
MORPHING INTO A "CHEETAH HUNTER"
You are no longer the prey, YOU are the predator:
hunt down any cheater when you learn these tell--all
signs, Red Flags, & behaviors that all cheaters do.
TURNING INTO INSPECTOR GADGET.
If you so choose, you can learn how to use spyware and other gadgets and gizmos for catching dishonesty with proof.
Or learn how to NEVER lose it in the 1st place!
BEING A BOSS IN THE WORKPLACE.
Take control of any abuser's game at work. You'll learn how to best handle the situations & what not to do.
ROCKING OUT AS A NEW "BOUNDARY SETTER".
Probably my #1 or top three: there is NOTHING like the rewarding feeling you get when you establish a healthy boundary for the first time and then you get to kick back & watch the manipulators in your life go crazy! It's one of the first signs that you're really growing!
AND SO MUCH MORE!
Whether it's to do with your career, your finances, your relationships, and even your health, my eBook, Hacks, Facts, & Stories Liars Tell helps you realize your ambitions and will help you fulfill your dreams by providing you the information you so deserve & until now, has not been around in one place to guide you through life, protecting everything you have worked so hard to achieve. It doesn't matter what you're trying to accomplish: there are no dreams too big or feat too complicated for you to acquire! The priceless information you're about to receive can literally change your world FOREVER.
You're going to FINALLY
get your
POWER back.
Or learn how to NEVER lose it in the 1st place!
Don't You Want A Life Filled With
SUCCESS ~ WEALTH ~ HAPPINESS
On Your Own Terms?
?
ENOUGH
Haven't You Had
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WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN
How to Become a Human Lie Detector
What Are & How to Set Healthy Boundaries
Countless Red Flags To Watch Out For
Are You Being Abused?Quiz
How To Deal With Cheating & Cheaters
How to Handle Narcs/Soc At Work
How to Handle Narcs/Soc At Work
+ Raw Snippets from My Real Life
And Countless Pro-Tips
Plus,
21 Life
Hacks
Here Are Some More
Benefits & What This
Book Will Save
You From . . .
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Years of pain and abuse
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Years of therapy
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Wasting your best years on bad relationships
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Lots & lots of MONEY- you won't waste it on loser BF/GF or therapy or alcohol, because you won't need it, unless you're celebrating!
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Uncomfortable work situations with bullies
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Bullies in school, work, or families
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Depression & anxiety disorders
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Misery: Narcs, Socios, & Psychos cause some of the most brutal forms of mental anguish
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Overeating & weight gain from emotional trauma (because you're going to know how to avoid the emotional abusers!!!)
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A million more ways for you to discover!
Become POWERFUL or Get Your POWER Back!
Find or Restore CONFIDENCE You Didn't Know You Had!
By simply reading 1 SECRET LIFE HACK A DAY, you could change everything about your life in three weeks or less! This eBook is "The Instruction Manual for Life" that I never got, yet you could have. I cannot stress enough how this book could literally, SAVE YOUR LIFE. This is an all-ages, all-relationship status book. Keep reading to hear what you'll get!
Imagine feeling POWERFUL again, with an internal knowing that
NO ONE is going to mess with you EVER AGAIN!
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