I Got Wrongfully Accused of Human Trafficking, Witchcraft and Being in a Cult

The best part? This was all just 1 month after getting married.

Kacy O'Brien
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

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A middle-aged woman wearing a light-blue short sleeve t-shirt is sitting on her bed semi cross legged. She is looking at her phone and yelling, her phone is in her right hand. Her left hand is raised, with elbow resting on her left knee. Her facial expression reveals that she looks frustrated, confused, angry and maybe even bewildered.
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Last year, my husband and I got accused of being human traffickers, being in a cult and practicing witchcraft. Just one month after getting married.

Happy anniversary honey!

Let me explain.

It was March 2021, Cam and I had just moved to a new town in beautiful British Columbia, Canada.

We didn’t know many people, so we joined a local community church that was holding fun outdoor gatherings.

The people were wonderful and I felt like I was part of something bigger.

We really connected with the pastor and felt it was the right time. On May 9, 2021 — we tied the knot! Check us out on our wedding day.

Man and woman (Cam and Kacy) standing beside each other outside, wearing white on their wedding day.
Original Photo by Author Kacy Singh

Little did we know our lives were about to change forever.

Exactly one month later, a courageous 16-year-old young woman from the community approached us and shared that she had been being abused at home for years.

She was being beaten. Neglected. And even forced to eat food from the garbage.

I was shocked.

Every time we’d seen her at church, she was always smiling. She looked happy. But nobody really knew.

Yet, now that I think back to those moments… I could feel deep down within me that something wasn’t right.

So, here she was — asking us for a safe space she could call home.

I felt a knot in my stomach.

I knew in that moment, life would never be the same.

She shared that after she met us at the church, she felt we could help her. She felt safe. She felt like we would stand up for her.

She was right.

She shared that she had waited a few weeks until after her 16th birthday to discreetly approach us.

She shared that she had asked others for help in the past, but they always sent her home.

And then they pretended that everything was normal. Those were the days that the abuse would get even worse.

We said yes, and welcomed her into our home with an open heart.

While it wasn’t easy — I knew we just had to do it. Little did I know what God had in store for us.

The abuser, who happened to be this young woman’s unstable mother, didn’t like this.

She tried everything in her power to destroy our lives.

She reported us to the police for child abduction.

When that didn’t work, she played the card of human trafficking. When that failed too, she said we were in a cult and were practicing witchcraft to “brainwash” the young lady.

None of this was true. We were simply trying to do the right thing.

Giving a voice to someone who needed it. Giving another human being a safe and loving home.

Yet, none of this mattered to anyone on the outside. The lies had been told, and the fake news was spread across the entire town.

We were severely abused in multiple forms for the following months.

The police interrogated us intensely.

And while they were just doing their job — it was heartbreaking to be falsely accused of something so dark, especially when our intentions were to help.

We received death threats from biker gangs who had been hired by the abuser.

Our home was even broken into.

The community we once felt safe in was no longer a place we could receive any support. It was just the three of us. The three musketeers.

We spent a week staying away from our own home because it was too unsafe to go back.

It was the most traumatic time of my entire life. My body still trembles as I write these words. I never wish for anyone to go through what we did.

The amount of trauma and abuse all three of us went through was insurmountable.

But here’s the thing…

I wouldn’t change a thing.

Shocking. I know.

Here’s why: I learned my greatest lessons of resilience and courage.

I actually got to KNOW myself as unstoppable. As someone who would put it all on the line for truth. I embodied courage, I lived it.

I came face to face with the strength of the human spirit; and after experiencing that, life could never be the same.

I risked everything for a stranger, and I would do it all over again if I had to.

The woman I became, and the level of unconditional love I developed for humanity was priceless.

I learned to forgive, to let go, and to rise above the human experience while still being in it.

This wasn’t a lesson I could have learned by simply reading a book — I needed to walk through the valley of death for this gift. My ego died many times.

I realized that this experience was a “sacred” package.

They can come in the most distasteful wrapping paper, but once we have the courage to accept and open them — these packages help us become who we say we want to be.

I wanted to be courageous. Bold. Fierce. Unfuckable with. And that is exactly what I got.

It was hard. It was messy. And honestly, it was really fucking uncomfortable. I wanted to quit every day.

But I kept going. I kept standing for the truth. Again, and again and again.

Because you know why?

The life of another human being was at stake.

It wasn’t about me, my worries or my concerns anymore. This was bigger than me.

It was about this innocent yet boldly courageous 16-year-old who wanted to be free. I knew I had to honour her light…and I knew that God would honour mine.

It was as if our lives were put under a microscope for 6 months.

Every belief that didn’t serve me was stripped away.

I felt raw, and vulnerable. I felt alive in a new way. It was painful, yet liberating.

Relationships that didn’t align were eliminated.

Our 6 figure business wasn’t authentic to our soul. Destroyed.

Any fear that lingered within me about being seen. Demolished.

The only way I was able to get through the journey was by following my inner guidance. Day in and day out.

The darkest moments required the most awareness. And awareness was painful, yet liberating.

Woman with short hair wearing a red shirt, sitting in a calm room. She has her eyes closed and palms together, she is meditating.
Forgiveness photo created by jcomp — www.freepik.com

But it was all worth it. Every single moment.

It’s now been almost 1 year since this happened, and so much has changed.

This amazing young woman is now standing on her own two feet. She’s working full time, and in December 2021, got the keys to her very own apartment!

Can you imagine that? Having such freedom yet responsibility at the age of 16. All while having the heart and courage of a lion.

As for Cam and I, we are building our life newly…moment by moment. We discovered a new realm of power and love on which we can now build a solid life. We know we can do anything together.

So, I come to you today as a messenger of truth.

Open your mouth and speak your truth even when your voice shakes. Even when your illusions of reality are destroyed.

Because in the end, all that’s left is you and you.

You will come face to face with the rawest version of yourself. A version that no personal development course can get you to experience. And that’s what this human experience is about after all, isn’t it?

We all want to feel. We want to be fulfilled. And that path takes courage.

This is an invitation for you to trust yourself, and trust that you will be led.

Take it from me — you'll always be supported. Your path will always light up as you put one foot after the other.

It did for me.

I’m stronger. Braver. And more authentically me. All because I said yes to life, and yes to trusting in something bigger than me.

When in your life have you helped someone, and learned a lot from the experience? I’d love to know in the comments. Thank you for reading!

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Kacy O'Brien
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

Loving Wife | Storyteller | Making Sense of this thing called "life"