“A cult plant therapist is also a victim of mind control and ritual abuse, and has been given the job – the odious job – of pretending to be a therapeutic helper, but is really blocking your memory process, and closing you down yet again. I will talk about my own experiences, as both a victim and a perpetrator, of this abuse…. We survivors desperately need outside help…. Our programmers know about this need, and will do all they can to make sure we do not receive the help we need so desperately, so they have flooded the therapeutic field with their own, meaning perpetrators.”
Wendy Hoffman, "Dirty Therapy," speaking at Survivorship Conference 2017.
Wendy Hoffman is a former client of Alison Miller under whose therapeutic mistreatment she “recovered” fantastical “memories” of having been a queen in the Illuminati commanding “the unseen” or “supernatural” — so chosen due to “bloodline” and “psychic aptitude” — Hoffman is a LCSW-C who gives lectures that provide Continuing Education Units.
Wendy Hoffman has authored several books detailing her bizarre delusions which are so unquestionably in the realm of supernatural paranoid fantasy that the average reader requires no outside exposition to guide their understanding that her narrative lacks in credibility and reason. What is interesting about Hoffman’s literature, however, is that
though it is self-evidently the product of delusional fantasy, this doesn’t prevent her from holding professional mental health licensure, even while her delusions relate to an alleged Satanic/Illuminati conspiracy that acts as the source to certain types of mental illness, which she imagines herself uniquely qualified to educate other professionals upon.
Hoffman’s confabulatory memoirs, White Witch in a Black Robe: A True Story of Criminal Mind Control (Karnac, 2015), follows the typical Ritual Abuse/Mind-control grandiose plot of a hidden life of direct participation in important world events later revealed during the course of therapy. As is usual for this bizarre genre, Hoffman’s mundane memories of the non-recovered kind are seen as merely a cover, a narrative imposed by mind-control, to prevent her from remembering her heinous past as an assassin and sex slave for the secretive Global Satanic/Illuminati conspiracy. Also typical of the genre, Hoffman displays a depraved and disturbing prurience, cheaply veiled as victim advocacy, as she spins grotesque tales of ritualistic Satanic Abuse. In this passage, she describes a love of hers, whom she fell smitten with at the age of only three, while he was twelve:
He had Irish-white smooth skin, dark shy eyes, pink, glowing lips. His chiselled [sic] nose was not too big or small for his round face and pointed chin. Though a young teenager, his body curved a little above his long legs. Both homosexual and straight men lusted to rape him and did. He was twelve when I met him; later that year, the little whiskers grew along his peach-like cheeks. The rapes diminished somewhat. (pg 40 – 41)
And, again, as is all-too-typical of the recovered memory Ritual Abuse genre, Hoffman imagines that she was simultaneously an unwitting and unwilling mind-controlled pawn for the Grand Conspiracy, as well as a high-ranking luminary in their most elite inner circles. Never, it seems, do the lowly, yet remarkably efficient, clean-up crews come to recall scrubbing the blood from the floor under the altar. Here, Hoffman describes her privileged placement in the Conspiracy’s upper management:
In the hierarchy of these criminal groups, innate psychic ability and bloodline trump intelligence and any other skills.
Their prophets discerned that I had the bloodline and psychic aptitude. I thereby became more than a figurehead queen. I became a part-time member of the Illuminati’s round table or inner circle that engages with the unseen and supernatural. The leaders had me assume other roles mostly to cover my main position as witch. They never wanted me to remember this role and the people I met and worked with in this capacity. For example, they made me into a mule who traveled the world on assignments, most likely to cover the world trips I made to the leaders of the secret world.
Every ten years I made a world trip to the countries deemed the most spiritually open to Lucifer. The prophets determined the countries to be endowed with his energy according to astrological formations. (pg. 57)
The book does offer some insights into the flawed process by which Hoffman came to be convinced that she was “remembering” these ludicrous things but, again, these insights offer nothing original and are all-too-typical of the debunked, dangerous, and grossly irresponsible approach employed by “Ritual Abuse/Mind-control” experts. Here she describes the beginnings of her “memory” retrieval process:
At the time of these dribbles of memory, I am an exile from my home and country, in intensive therapy with someone brilliant enough to understand criminal mind control and empathetic enough to surround her clients with supportive understanding. I also work constantly on my own. Every night of sleep becomes a goldmine for me. I record every dream and follow it wherever it leads. After I get over my shocked disbelief, the memories that it leads me to leave me breathless.
Working like the most diligent insect foraging for food, I allow the memory of this imperial dynasty to unfold. It takes about four months. (pg. 59)
Of course, the therapist “brilliant enough” to help piece this all together for Wendy Hoffman was Alison Miller, a wildly delusional woman who warns against the Satanic Conspiracy infiltrating the mental health profession to cast doubt upon such recollected tales as those told by Hoffman. Miller also spreads crippling paranoia to the mentally vulnerable by suggesting that lovers and friends may also be planted by The Conspiracy to maintain mind-control programming (as The Conspiracy apparently has unlimited trained personnel to dedicate their entire livelihoods to the maintenance of a single mind-controlled slave, but hasn’t considered the benefits of simply finding willing participants to execute the slave’s tasks). Hoffman’s book offers limited transcripts of her “therapy” sessions with Miller giving an indication of how leading and irresponsible Miller’s coaching is. In one segment of transcript, Miller is flatly asking Hoffman to provide names of individual mind-control “programs” and the names and ages of presumed “alter” identities containing them. Hoffman explains the leading assumptions:
Alison has worked from start to finish with so many survivors that she knows these groups’ methodology. There are slight variations among the groups, but they work on the same principles and concepts of formal abusive mind control. (pg. 63)
On this issue of leading, Hoffman is rather pointlessly concerned with believability, given the embarrassing implausibility of her overall claims. Similarly, despite claiming psychic abilities, Hoffman nonetheless tries to explain away criticisms of her previous book, The Enslaved Queen: A Story About Electricity and Mind Control, which pointed out that her alleged infant recollections were developmentally impossible. Acknowledging that memories can’t be formed during the first 18 months after birth, Hoffman simply speculates that “[e]arly memory may be different for the traumatized and non-traumatized mind. Here is how I learned to hold on to information until it became ready for words.” She then senselessly describes bypassing neurological reality by way of alternate baby personalities that retained the “feelings” and the “sound” and matched them to “the words later.” In other words, she remembered her infancy by holding on to the memory.
Not surprisingly, this lunacy is met with the “validating” applause of the usual suspects in the Ritual Abuse/Mind-control fringe. Neil Brick, head of both Survivorship and S.M.A.R.T. (Stop Mind-control And Ritual abuse Today) offers an endorsement:
‘Wendy Hoffman’s new book is an incredibly accurate story that details her life story of trauma and abuse and her recovery process to become whole. Most people do not reach this level of recovery. But Wendy shows us that it is possible to recover from ritual abuse and Illuminati torture and mind control. Her work exposes the evil most people either don’t know about or refuse to believe. Yet her story is very true. More and more people are remembering their stories exposing these evils. Wendy’s strong courage remembering all of this and then telling her story so others can heal shows that there is good in the world and that we can make a difference.’
Of course, even if Brick agrees that psychically empowered Illuminati bloodlines are brain-washing victims only to place them into mundane suburban lives at a later time where they just might recall everything, it’s difficult to understand how he can say the story is an “incredibly accurate” retelling of Wendy Hoffman’s own interaction with this Conspiracy. Unless, of course, reality is seen as merely a choice between narratives, and “validation” trumps empiricism, or even good sense.