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TESTIMONY OF CHILDHOOD SATANIC ABUSE IN PERTH, WESTERN AUSTRALIA .
From a survivor
PART THREE
What I am seeing now is a lot of people on trolleys with drips beside them and there was always a lot of medical assistance they had doctors that were a part of it, that wore those things, robes. But they had nursing support as well and one thing that comes to my mind is that the old people's homes, nursing homes are run from a higher up level by the *****. What they do is they cook the books. The people who don't have a family which is in close contact and aware, if the families don't visit the old people and don't keep a contact with the old people then after a certain period of time they start to use these people in their sacrifices.
Then they write up a death certificate, because the doctor who is in the group is also the one that is going to do the death certificate for the old people's home. So they take old people out of the old people's home - to actually kill them because they don't want to just abuse people, they want to sacrifice live people. They also did it with orphan children, *****, a place in Cottesloe, is where my mum and ***** used to take us to pick up a little crippled boy during holidays. It was their 'charity effort' to sponsor a cripple or an orphan, but the group of men would use those children too - if they knew they could get away with it. They'd find a child that didn't have relatives or a family that would find out. I will say this - I have another memory of being at the *****'s house and they had this old lady tied up on a wooden chair, just a normal wooden chair. She knew they were going to kill her and I was standing in front of her and I was worried about her. I was worried about what they were going to do to her. Because you sort of get this feeling here (pointing to the solar plexus) when they are going to kill someone, you get this feeling - energy building up here in the solar plexus and I just had this terror coming. I wanted to help her and she was saying ' Don't worry about me - save yourself dear - just run'. As though she thought that they might hurt me if I tried to help her. She was pretty old like about 70. I remember just running to the left - I can't even see where I am, I just feel it's at the *****'s. And I run to the left from the corner to where the carport is and a man jumps out from the carport and grabs me and takes me inside.
When I was about 8,9 10 I played the violin and I used to do violin exams. My mum took me to the place in Nedlands where they examined everyone and I was in the waiting room and when it came to my turn I had to pass through a door that wasn't normal. You know those doors that look like a bookcase but they open to lead into a next room - well this was like that, it was a padded door with vinyl covering and when it opened the inner doorway was very thick because the room was sound proofed. For some reason that made me terrified and I didn't' know at the time why; but about a year ago I went and did a regression and what came up was this place which was down under a building and it had an entrance to it which was the same. Inside of that place - room was like a torture chamber because what triggered this (to make me think it was a real memory) I heard on the radio how the police had stopped some freemasons and they had an aboriginal skeleton - bones in the car. Maybe they weren't freemasons (they were -Ellis) and I told myself they must have been but that was the same time as when I did this regression, it was shortly after the regression. Inside of this room the walls had chains coming out of the walls, and there were people sitting on the floor with their hands tied or chained up above their heads. The people were dead, unconscious, dying or alive - in different states of physical life. Up on the shelves there were... and there was lockers like school lockers and there was a window, high up on the right side which was probably ground floor outside because there was light coming in from there. But they had bones that were put away in sets and labelled, and there were the costumes and the symbolic instruments that they used in their ceremonies like their 'kit'. The things they had acquired they might have just made up if they needed something that they didn't have they might just take something from home it might not be the real thing like from a church. These people that were chained that way there was this one man, because they used to eat babies, they used to eat those babies after they stabbed them they would have blood, hanging, running down around their mouths. There was this one man, (and this is the thing that is the hardest is that when I walked into this place) there were tables in there too. This man was on his knees with his bottom in the air and he was crouched up in front of this man who was sprawled dead or unconscious - and the whole area here (pointing to the solar plexus) had been eaten out. It was like if you had allowed rats to eat into that area of his body. This man had his mouth at that place and was eating that flesh with blood all around his mouth and chin. There were other people there who were chained, who were screaming, moaning and begging, they had diarrhoea and the men that were in that room doing those things to people it was not organised, there was no one there telling anyone else what to do or when to do it no boss of it at all, or system at this time. It was just like a free for all it's like they are all drugged in their mind, they have lost their normal"Ok here I am doing this to these people at this time of this day." They are in a sort of a trance, doing whatever comes into their mind or anything they feel the desire to do and they are experimenting as they go.
The other thing they used to do to me was tie me down on the table and put a metal cylinder with wires on the end and they would insert it into my vagina and give me electric shocks, inside of my body. The reason they did that was that satanic/paedophiles like to feel that they have control over more and more energy; so they also have a hatred of the feminine and they want to distort the feminine energy so they can justify their hatred for it. So they are sexually attracted to a female but they can't live with that because it makes them feel dirty, or shamed, because of their own childhood abuse. Maybe they have all been made to make love to their mum or something, when they were little and they have a deep-rooted shame about having sex with a woman. So one of their main drives is to put dirt out on to the woman. A lot of their activity is taken up with making a woman sexually desirable and then abusing her for it afterwards, or flipping in and out of the two activities, alternating them. So what they will do especially with young children little girls is that they sexually stimulate a little girl, tie her down first, and often in doing that they will be kind and gentle. They will try to get the trust of the child, the child has already been abused many times, so the child in a way is willing to trust if the energy is good because maybe they will be safe, they won't hurt them maybe if they trust. So they get the child's trust and I am talking about myself I am one of them here, but they have done it to more than me. They get my trust then what they do is as they sexually stimulated me they would electric shock me to punish me. I have carried that all my life I have carried the fear of sexual arousal because I might die. The force of the electric shocks got worse they used more and more voltage. And they didn't know (or care) what was medically safe to do, they did it by trial and error, and sometimes they went too far and they panicked, they thought they might have killed me on two or three occasions. I nearly died from the trauma of the shock or the physical damage they made to me.
My godmother, ***** lives on *****, Claremont, near Devil's Elbow, under her house is a cellar or basement and when they had the weekend get together there they would lock the children down underneath. They would lock us down there for a very long time. Without many clothes on, they didn't feed us or let us out to go to the toilet or see if we were all right. So they didn't only do these satanic things at night they also did them on the weekend, in the day too. The other thing I was going to say is that I had this memory of being hit in the head that came back and when the pain in the head hit me - from the memory - I vomited because the pain returned so hard. I felt like they had broken my skull, I wanted to go and have x-rays but I never did anything about it. I asked a doctor and was told that very old breaks or fractures may not show up on an x-ray. (1) About 6 months later I went to have sacrum cranial work done and the lady who treated me said, "When did you fracture your skull?" I told her that I hadn't because all I had was a supposed reclaimed memory of this, I said "I didn't." And she said to me "Well you did at some point because the impact of the blow has traumatised from the left side of your skull right down the whole left side of your body right down to your hip."
Mum used to cut our hair really short when we were small children, just my older sister and I, my younger sister, who was 6 years younger never had her hair cut whereas we constantly had it so short that we felt that we looked like boys and hated it. She would do it against our wishes and will. When I had my head bashed and the bandages and stuff, when I looked back over the photos of our childhood there is at least one whole year where there are no photographs of me. Why are there no photos of me for a whole year? Maybe they shaved my head or had to cut the hair who knows how they treated a fractured skull? Possibly my parents were so shocked they used to get quite shocked after things went wrong, had an outcome they weren't prepared for. They would go into a kind of panic and baton down and try to cover up. They were afraid other people would find out how abusive they were being or that the whole thing would come out into the open somehow. I figure that they just didn't take any photos because they didn't want any more evidence they didn't even want me to be there.
I think my grandfather ***** was involved. He became the commissioner of the ***** Bank and I think that the Mint was a place where they held meetings in the night. For some reason I connect him to a black hat that he used to wear to this place. The one conscious memory I have of being at my grandparents' house is one where I was screaming in the middle of the night because I was in agony. The memory is of a pain in the vagina and an unbearable pain. I couldn't stop screaming and my grandfather was walking me carrying me in his arms up and down the room saying 'sh, sh, sh' and me screaming and screaming. It was like stitches were there. I couldn't stop because of the pain. I have wanted to go to my grandfather and say '***, you will die soon can't we talk about this before you die, can't we talk about whether you were involved and can't you tell me the truth?' My fear isn't that he would say yes and then we would talk but that he would You know how the expression in their eyes kind of flick shut, suddenly they get this flick across their face and then they shut off. They turn their head a bit, their voice changes and they say "Oh... I don't know what you are talking about."
They suddenly talk to you, as if from a distance.
