I’ve been Hacked on Facebook: I’m not selling anything!

My sister-in-law is not going into a nursing home. I do not own a tractor or a car. I am sorry if you believed I am in dire straits, because you know I have been before so it is believable, BUT, this time it’s a hack.  I’ve been hacked on Facebook and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Here’s what happened:

Around 11:22 pm Saturday night – when I was in the shower –  I received several emails right in a row. One from Paypal saying there was a charge against my account to Meta.  One with a security code to approve the payment.  One with a receipt for the payment.  One that said my email was changed on my Facebook account, was that you?  One that said my email was used to open an account in China.  One that said my email was removed from my account.  All coming in at once, when I was not at the computer to respond.  But when I did respond about 30 minutes later I was like NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME!  But it was too late. They had already gotten in and changed everything. 

So then I googled the instructions to report being hacked but you have to login to Facebook to report it and the hackers changed my account to show that whatever device I tried to log in from I would get the message that I am not recognized on the device and I have to use another device.  Simultaneously (or maybe first) I logged onto Paypal to dispute the payment – only $12 (they’re sneaky with the low amounts – they don’t expect people to notice) and PayPal REFUSED my rejection.  I immediately appealed the rejection saying my account was hacked and this was not approved. And they didn’t care. They said it was consistent with past purchases. And it’s the middle of the night so no “live” person available. I got through the next day though.

After trying for four hours in the middle of the night to contact Facebook through their advertised solutions, with zero luck getting my account back, I went to bed. I thought I had succeeded in convincing Facebook I was the rightful owner of the account to the point that I would get the option to sign on. I would get a log in page showing my face, my account, NOT my email.  So I would choose “use password” and of course the password wouldn’t work and then Facebook would send an email verification to the HACKER! Because the Hacker is now the owner of MY account.  One of the options to fix had me send in a copy of my license and at that point they responded they would lock my account. The next email from them was how to log back on using their temporary code to get back onto my page. But what happens? The code does not work and they send an email TO THE HACKER! It really is unbelievable.  And now, instead of standing by their one email that says they locked the account, well they’re liars as the hacker is on my page posting about my sister-in-law going into a nursing home and advertising that I am selling all these products.

I tried one more time today to report it from my work computer and I got this response:

I mean WTF Facebook. I have to admit I laughed out loud. I went too fast? I’m punished for being a fast typist? I mean their solutions are so convoluted it’s comical. I am here to tell you, you are NOT the least bit safe on Facebook. It’s just a matter of numbers. But if you’re number is up it’s over. If I was a conspiracy spreader I would think that Facebook favors the hackers and it is their intent for hackers to take over it all. But that’s just spreading hyperbole. (or is it?)

At the end of today I adopted the attitude “oh well” – it’s up to my Facebook friends to have the sense to either ask me via text (I got a few of those today) or ignore it.

A few friends also tried reporting my page as being hacked.  Some of my friends got reported for reporting.  I mean Facebook really is a joke when it comes to security.  Unfortunately even after I told friends I was OFF Facebook for good, I got a few responses that said “I see you’re back on, sorry about your sister-in-law.”  For gawd’s sake.

I just got another email from Facebook saying “don’t forget to log back into your account to reactivate it.”

Too late – I’m done. Also, it’s impossible.

I wanted to name this blog “The Unintended Consequences of Manifestation” because I’ve been seriously considering getting off Facebook lately. I appreciate being able to keep up with friends, see family and dog photos, stay informed about milestones, and I have to admit that I love the lookback features. I’ve gone through several computers and many phones, so a lot of my photos are only stored on Facebook. But now, they seem to belong to hackers.

So, it’s my fault for manifesting an unintended way to get off Facebook.

I don’t understand why I am not able to manifest in a way that is pleasant, ever.  I have prayed for things all my life, I mean doesn’t everyone?  All my life.  God bless Mommy, Daddy, Kerry, Scott, Lynn and Kathy, Daffy and Blackie and Spring. Right? So manifesting is just praying, and I continue to pray for things. But I didn’t pray for an answer to my Facebook decision. I just “thought” about it. And how powerful are those thoughts?

I know my feelings about Facebook may seem trivial, but they’re not. I have hundreds of friends and belong to several international groups, including some where I contribute as an author. Many of my friends are only connected with me online. So, if you’re wondering, “Why do you want to leave Facebook?” I would respond, “Do I really need to explain?”

Politics

I’m tired of living in fear. We, the “butter side up” people, are appalled, embarrassed, angry, disturbed, cautious, weary, and panicked. I’ve stopped following the people who voted for this madness. I haven’t unfriended them; I just don’t read their posts anymore. As for my friends, we keep sharing our frustrations about how dire our situation is, which I already know—I don’t need to be reminded.

More and more people are losing their jobs, and food banks are running out of funds to help them. Their funding will end soon, and that’s just something I heard in the last 30 seconds. America is becoming increasingly dark, and it’s far worse than I ever imagined. I can’t continue to live in this state of fear, endlessly scrolling through negativity. I needed to break away, and look how powerful I am in pursuing what I wish for.

Why doesn’t it work for the lottery? For book sales? For world peace? And warm weather?

I know I have not been blogging for a long time but I was shocked after I received a text from a friend wanting to buy my tractor. And thought maybe a blog would reach more people. Please do not buy anything from me.  I am NOT on Facebook.  I am NOT selling a tractor, a car, a TV or a Polaris. (what is a Polaris?) I am very sorry if you have been duped by the Hackers.  Please please please report it.  And I pray this never happens to you. Or maybe I should stay out of it.  My prayers have unintended consequences.

After a much-needed scrolling break, I’ll be checking out BlueSky, the alternative to Facebook. Come join me!

Xoxox