It has been five year since
the events which forever altered her life. Five years of deep,
painful moaning in the night; thrashing violent night; which
rendered her exhausted each morning. Her days, which would normally
be filled with play, were transformed into rage filled destruction,
then hours of sullen quiet. All traditional family activities ceased
in an effort to keep her alive.
She would refuse food for
days, foods she previously loved. Apple juice reminded her of urine
which these perverts forced her to drink. The sight of chocolate
pudding gagged her; the smell of cooking meats made her vomit. She
refused to bathe. We attempted to brush her hair after she fell
asleep, for touching her hair while awake would provoke outrage. She
would seek out objects which she would present as weapons, and
threaten to kill us. She compulsively attempted to rub her feces
over her face and required constant one-on-one supervision to
prevent her from harming herself. She insisted upon wearing two or
three layers of clothing, only jeans and heavy shirts, asking if she
still looked like a girl. If anyone described her as "pretty,
she would respond with, "No I’m not, boys aren’t
Pretty"’
As her mother, I cannot recall
a day in which she has not asked me why she was hurt. The pain in
her memories is so deep, so intense, she is unable to produce tears.
When the memories surface, the abdominal pains keep her in bed for
days. "It hurts so bad mommy, what can I do to stop the
pain?" She asks:
When the memories become too
vivid to bear, she makes a fist and pounds her head, crying "Go
away, Go away!". Recently she asked me, "When you die, do
you forget?"
What did these creatures who
are so obedient to Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino do to devastate this
lovely child? They brought her to the brink of death. "He puts
his panties in my mouth... she put my legs up like this ... he
choked me and I couldn’t breathe, I thought I was going to die, I
was so scared, Mommy." When they allowed her to breathe, they
simultaneously told her she would die if she told of the events.
They raped her with objects, injected her with an unknown substance,
and the female forced her to perform acts of sexualized violence,
while they photographed the events.
To date, over sixty children
have been identified as victims of the perverts who molested my
daughter. Law enforcement and Child Protective Services have refused
to investigate. One official responded with what he believed to be a
joke, "I’ll be careful next time I’m over there." For
five years I have attempted to bring about an investigation to no
avail. The creatures who hurt my daughter are presently working in
positions which offer them the cover of respectability and easy
access to children. Their lifestyles exceed their incomes. Child
pornography is highly profitable. Child pornographers use the cover
of Satanism as a religious protective device, as is evidenced in the
public responses to the Record Messengers series on Child Abuse and
Satanism. Thirty percent of the responses were against exposing the
Satanic-pedophile network. To me this means that thirty percent of
those who responded are incapable of caring about children. We are
truly a society spiraling downward, with but a handful of parents
and one newspaper man warning, 'social disaster lies ahead.’
Please, for your child’s
sake and for the thousands of children you will never meet, heed
this fact:
Satanic Ritual Assault is a
very real epidemic in our area. The victims are in the thousands and
most parents who recognize a behavior change in their child, assume
it is anything but a victimization. No loving parent wants to
believe anyone could do these things to a child; Satanists prey on
this vulnerability, feeling invincible because of our refusal to
face the realty of this epidemic.
The horror associated with
discovering some creature has harmed your child brings about a
painful and natural need for denial, frequently silencing parents.
The facts are very difficult to accept. But, until we demand that
law enforcement and child protective agencies, as well as media,
honestly attend to the horrible truths associated with the satanic
network, parents will be unaware of this suffocating danger to their
children.
My daughter’s cries in the
night must be heard in order to prevent others from suffering the
this hell. I beseech you to become actively involved in this battle,
for if THEY gain access to your child for twenty minutes, They will
break your child’s heart.
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