At the worst, corrupt theosophical, sufistic and sufi groups inflict intimate betrayal - if someone gets into a leadership position who is in it for the pleasure of playing games with people's lives.
This story is about an internet scam, but it applies to the worst of what can go wrong in a corrupt sufistic or sufi theosophist set up.
Instagrammers Are Getting Scammed by a Mysterious 'Con Queen'
By imitating film directors, CEOs, and Rupert Murdoch's ex-wife, some unknown woman is duping influencers out of thousands.
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"At what point does a crazy evil genius say, 'I've got enough out of this person, let's move on to someone else?'"
Hunting the Con Queen of Hollywood
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This story is about an internet scam, but it applies to the worst of what can go wrong in a corrupt sufistic or sufi theosophist set up.
Instagrammers Are Getting Scammed by a Mysterious 'Con Queen'
By imitating film directors, CEOs, and Rupert Murdoch's ex-wife, some unknown woman is duping influencers out of thousands.
[www.vice.com]
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“I’ve talked with the investigator [Nicole Kotsianis] who’s working on the case… She seems to think it’s just this game for this person.” One photographer, who spoke to the Hollywood Reporter in 2018 under the promise of anonymity, claimed that he lost his life savings to the woman. His analysis: "No doubt that if the mystery is ever solved, we'll learn she's not only brilliant, but probably is some sort of sociopath."
It seems that Instagram influencers are just the most recent target in a scam that runs much deeper. I ask Carley if she thinks Instagrammers are more susceptible to being scammed than other groups. “Certainly,” she says. “They know that as photographers, we’re hungry for work and I think they play off photographers like me in the industry that really want this type of job.”
"At what point does a crazy evil genius say, 'I've got enough out of this person, let's move on to someone else?'"
Hunting the Con Queen of Hollywood
[www.hollywoodreporter.com]
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The trip ended badly, and within a day he was back in L.A. He told her he had blown through his life savings. She kept calling. She promised to meet in New York. She didn't. Toward the end of January, he emailed her but the email bounced back. "I thought to myself, 'Finally, this is it, she's ghosted me,'" says the photographer. "At least now I know." Relief washed over him. Until that night, when she called again.
In addition to the tens of thousands of dollars he forfeited, the photographer struggles to wrap his head around the fact that she toyed with him so aggressively long after his funds were depleted, after she had gotten everything she would ever get, when it was simply a game she appeared to enjoy. "At what point does a crazy evil genius say, 'I've got enough out of this person, let's move on to someone else?'"