This is a personal memoir of my experiences of abuse in a secret Luciferian cult. Warning: this book contains graphic descriptions of sexual child abuse, perverse sex, Satanic Ritual Abuse, MK ULTRA mind control and torture. This book is only for adults and should be kept away from children. I felt that it was necessary to describe these experiences graphically to depict the wrongness of these child prostitution rings which are becoming so wide spread in our modern world. This book may be different than other books on SRA because of the unusual circumstances of my situation. Most people who get as close to the inner circle as I was don't live to tell the tale or they never escape the cult. My experiences may not be typical, but I do allow the reader to understand the emotional landscape of a child who is being brainwashed and sexually abused. I expose insider information about how child prostitution is involved with political and financial corruption. Persons who have read this story have told me that they have been moved by my honesty. This was a very difficult book to write. And threats have been made against me because I have published this. However it's my belief that ultimately the reader will find this to be a book that inspires hope rather than fear. I also talk about the courageous persons who helped me to escape the cult and become deprogrammed. And I talk some about the resistance movement that is working to undermine the satanic NWO. My intention in writing this book is that it be experienced as a story of spiritual redemption and liberation.

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Introduction by the Author

Mr. 666

Merry Little Lamb

Bob

Secret Libraries

The Marriage of the Beast

The Book of Shadows of Susan the Poisoner

Resistance through Therapy

The Rise and Fall of Jupiter

James the Just

Ole Jack

Conclusion

Excerpt

Introduction by the Author

In telling the story of the abuse I survived as a child, I think I have to make some things clear up front.

There have been journalists and whistleblowers who have made it clear to the public that pedophile rings are connected to many political scandals and financial frauds. The Franklin cover-up in Nebraska was one such scandal, and a number of serious journalists have written of it. In the Franklin cover-up, a child prostitution ring that sexually serviced politicians was exposed and linked to a Satanic cult. This child prostitution was used to blackmail politicians and that in turn made a major financial fraud possible. Later a great deal of effort was put into covering up the incident and convincing the public that it was all just a hoax. However, journalists such as Senator John W. DeCamp and Nick Bryant have investigated this in depth and revealed that the original allegation of an organized child prostitution ring was quite real. And the Franklin cover-up was just the tip of the iceberg. Since then it has become abundantly clear that pedophile rings are in operation in Washington DC; Alex Jones and other courageous journalists have covered the issue.

Other such pedophile rings have been revealed elsewhere in the United States and Europe. Even former President Jimmy Carter has publicly spoken of the problem of contemporary slavery in the United States. It’s an undeniable fact that children are abducted and sold into slavery for sexual purposes. However, not all pedophile groups operate in the same way. And my personal experiences may not be typical in every respect. I’m not trying to be an objective journalist in telling this story. What I’m attempting to do with this book is to give you some understanding of what goes on in such pedophile rings from the point of view of an exploited child. This is not an academic analysis. My intention is to portray the emotional landscape of a child forced into pedophiliac prostitution.

I can’t tell my story without describing some of the sexual abuse in an explicit way. I’m not trying to offend anyone, but this is a necessary part of the story. Unfortunately, many pedophiles believe that they are giving pleasure to the children they abuse. They imagine that their acts of sexual abuse are acts of love. But a child who has been terrified and forced to sexually service adults does not feel sexual pleasure from the experience and does not feel love for the abusers. I can tell you from my own personal childhood experiences that being abused feels painful and humiliating. What I felt for my abusers was mostly fear of them and revulsion for what they forced me to do. By describing what happened to me and other children, and honestly presenting the truth of the pain and humiliation, I am not trying to sexually titillate anyone. This is a necessary explicit description

I intended to convey the urgency of addressing this problem which has been ignored for so long. You need to realize that this type of organized pedophiliac prostitution is becoming increasingly common throughout the world.

Also in this telling of my personal experiences, I don’t feel obligated to reveal everything I know. I may withhold or change names. I may conceal certain things to protect the identities of others. My descriptions of the abuse process will be incomplete because I don’t want to teach anyone the complete technology of mind control. I’m concerned that some unscrupulous readers might abuse such knowledge. But the truth of what it feels like to be an exploited child I will reveal with as much honesty as I can.

As well as this: for the sake of readability and storytelling, I’m not going to tell the story in a completely sequential fashion. It’s my intention to tell the story of my childhood in the way I experienced it, but I also am going to share those understandings of my childhood which came to me later in life.

In the sections in which there is dialogue, I think that it’s obvious that no one could remember the exact wording of such conversations which took place decades ago. I’m recalling these experiences as best I can. But I’m not going to make up anything that didn’t happen. Nor will I alter the events themselves. And you should also understand that I have had an advanced form of therapy which rehabilitates the memory system; this made it possible for me to be able to re-experience memories in a way that can be very direct. Recently, when I made the intentional decision to tell this story, that decision caused my memory system to release a flood of memories. So as I re-experienced this story in memory, I reported it in writing. So the dialogue and descriptions of events may be far more precise than you might expect.

I think I need to point out that any persons who have been subjected to ritual abuse may experience emotional distress if they read this. These graphic descriptions of torture could trigger repressed memories. And sudden flashbacks of traumatic abuse can be very upsetting. Therefore, for some it may be best to read this only if you are in a safe and supportive environment. However, I also believe that some abuse survivors may find this book useful. Even if it brings back painful memories, it may help you in processing them. And recovering victims may find hope in hearing the story of a survivor.

In all honesty, I don’t claim that my recall of my childhood abuse is perfect. However, I have reason to believe that my recall of such abuse is clearer than that of most survivors. Confabulation is the commingling of real memories with imagination. This can sometimes happen if hypnosis is used to recover repressed memories. However, I know the difference between memory and confabulation. And my recall of memory is not based on hypnosis.

Before and during the writing of this book I prayed to God and opened myself to divine guidance. The decision to tell this story triggered a mental process in which I fully relived my childhood. Once I began to write, the memories began to flow with great lucidity.

The only way that I could write this was to not censor myself, but to simply describe in words what I relived in memory. Rather than trying to calculate what I might think the readers would be likely to accept, I decided to simply tell this story in a straightforward way. I don’t care if this book makes sense to everyone. As Mark Twain pointed out, only fiction has to make sense. In writing this book, my job wasn’t to convince anybody of anything. My only job was to testify.