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 Iím not, boys arenít Pretty"í
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 couldnít 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, "Iíll be careful next time Iím 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.í
Please, for your childís 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 daughterís 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 childís heart.
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