I kept your side of the story for the sake of your reputation tight lipped for years. I left town, I stopped calling friends, I changed the subject when people brought you up.
I rolled in town for a wedding and began to regret ever extending any kindness in your direction.
I started to get a strange vibe, not because because I was omitting information, but because I began to notice that it was they who had information to hide. I soon learned that you, you had not been so discreet, and in fact got quite creative with telling the good news of your new found spiritual gobbledygook.
You lied for years, cheated on your husband, roped your way into an open relationship and then ruined things for them too. Your marriage was an exercise in righteous negligence.
I was glad to find out that most of those people were trying to protect me from hearing anything about you. They'd all distanced themselves, left you and your new sand cult to your Outlaw Charlatan's work.
You never cared about anyone but yourself, hid behind proselytizing to try and handle your karma.
Confusing narcissism for piety, and selfishness for survival, your new religion has lots in common with the old ones.