The book In Defense of Witches begins with fire.

The introduction is sharp, dangerous, alive—it names the persecution of women across centuries, and how that persecution set us on the trajectory that has delivered us into today’s hidden holocaust targeting women. It promises so much more.

And then… the witches disappear. Barely mentioned again in the entire book. The text collapses into something flatter, safer, gutted.

This is not the book Mona wrote.

The real book has been erased. Edited into submission. Stripped of its power.

Which leads to the darker question: what has happened to Mona herself? Is she alive? Because wouldn’t she know if a book published under her name was no longer hers? Or has she, like so many of us, been secretly disappeared—her voice silenced, her body broken, her truth carried to the flames?

The Horror They Erase

When we talk about witches, the sanitized version is always the same: women accused, women burned.

What gets erased is the sadism that came first.

Witches weren’t just executed—they were horrifically tortured. Sadistically. Sexually. They barely made it to the flames alive. Legs broken. Ribs crushed. Breasts mutilated. Tied to boiling hot steel chairs. Many had to be carried to the stake because they could no longer walk. Many died of torture before they got there.

This brutality is the truth.

They tortured the women before they burned them. And they are still torturing us now, physically torturing us. Google search: “Sex Slave Porn”. These are not actors. Look at my scars.

The Editorial Pyre

How can Mona not know that the book published in her name isn’t hers? How is she being kept in the dark? Somewhere between manuscript and publication, her words, research, and fire were erased.

This is what modern witch hunts look like:

• Women’s truths are stripped of danger.
• The fire in their work is gutted.
• Their names remain on the cover, but the words no longer belong to them.

So we have to ask: what has happened to Mona? Is she still alive? Is she trapped, enslaved, tortured as I was? The silence around her is as chilling as the silence on the page.

The Witch Hunt Never Ended

Witches today are women who tell too much truth. Women who write, who testify, who refuse to bow.

They are silenced in publishing, in courts, in tech, in homes. They are digitally erased, economically annihilated, publicly mocked into oblivion.

The witch hunt never ended—it shapeshifted and went underground. Men are working hard to keep it hidden from us—like secretly gutting books about the witch hunts. Maybe secretly killing the author.

The introduction of In Defense of Witches was fire. The rest was smothered. That smothering is the modern pyre.

To Come

Tomorrow: how the witch hunts then mirror the witch hunts now—and why secrecy is the difference that keeps us in chains.

If anyone reading this knows Mona Chollet—she’s Swiss—please go physically check in on her.

Jodi Schiller — once an international leader in AR/VR, days from securing global funding for her platform Metaobjects — was kidnapped, held for two years, tortured.
When she escaped, she was digitally erased.

Ex-husband Ben Douglas (Rimon Law) stole $20M from her. Law enforcement shields him, not her, and protects the stolen assets.

Founder of Connect The DOTS (Death Oppression Theft Silencing), exposing the hidden holocaust men are perpetrating on women and children in America. They’re hiding our bodies and working hard to keep us in the dark.

Now living in a tent in Berkeley — everything stolen, still targeted — she’s writing:
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If they can do this to a female founder, journalist, and mother — they can do it to anyone.
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They tried to erase me. I’m still here. (Barely)

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✊ Repeat it with me: I am a human being.

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