Warning: Very Triggering
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UNSEEN HOLOCAUST/by Beth Wicker
No one knew of the murders going on in southern New Jersey, only those committing them. As life went on, so did these unseen killings. People were oblivious to the great injustice being done. Even if told that these tragedies were happening, they would not have believed. Why should They? It was too bizarre!
The sixties brought a multitude of changes. However, one change was well hidden from the public's eyes. The only people aware of this change were those who were violently killed by a total insanity that could not be explained. No logic in the world could clarify these horrible events. These acts surpassed all human comprehension and evil doings. All laws of God and man were violated! There were no evil thoughts left for the human race to think, because the vile ones already had turned there heinous thoughts into a reality. These violations were far worse than any criminal offense known to man. These acts were born in the very pits of hell and carried onto the innocent.
Though this dark and ugly part of life existed, still, the rest of the world went on. Jimmy raced out the door to catch the school bus. Dad spilled his cup of coffee on the new carpet as he rushed off to work. Mother stayed home to clean the coffee stain. However, those who were part of the silent murders the night before would not be caught up in this frantic breakfast rush again. They were gone forever! Yet, no one knew...
These unexplainable deaths were far removed from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. After all, how would anyone ever come into knowledge of such horrible atrocities such as these unless someone told them?
I was there. I know what happened. The memories don't go away. Instead, they push me into a long difficult and painful search for physical evidence. So, I have spent a large part of my adulthood looking for validification of these terrible events. I searched very hard, looking for any proof at all to collaborate with my horrible memories. God did not allow my search to end in vain, but bought the information so desperately needed to come into my life.
This is a small part of my story which tells how children were forced, by the most evil group alive, to kill families. It reveals the intimate momemts between perpetrator and victim. The destruction and unheard heinous crimes are beyond the reader's imagination. However, if this information is not heeded, history will soon be repeated again. It is with this thought that this has been written. May God use it to show the terrible injustice done to his chosen ones. Hopefully, those who sleep will wake up and realize that the Occult and Nazi Party are alive and well today in the U.S., and that they mean business. If the Holocaust and the insidious crimes do not stir the reader to action, then all civilization is doomed!
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"Long live Satan! Hail the king of kings, maker and ruler of the universe. We adore you eternally. Forever and ever shall your kingdom reign, long past the world to be. Bow down, every knee to the horns of eternity. Grab onto the inferno, eternal flame. Move closely to its mouth so that Satan may devour your for his prey."
These shuddering words flowed effortlessly out of the mouths of Satan Worshipers. The Godless men and women were in one accord with their unseen visitors. The Demons! It was quite evident that they were holding hands with these evil spirits as they screamed frenziedly out of their minds. No longer did they have control, for they had sold their souls to an unholy deity. The ony thing that they lived for now was their master's wishes. They no longer had any wishes of their own. Their every breath and desire was consecrated to the angel that G-d had thrown out of His kingdom. Once the angel of light was now the angel of darkness. This fallen angel's name was Lucifer or Satan.
Their evil houses of worshp were simple. They met in barns in the obscure countryside or unsuspecting churches that ministered to demons rather than the souls of humanity. They had no other choice but to try and hide. Murder was not only prohibited in the Ten Commandments but was against the law. However, what did they care about the things of G-d and the law? Death was just as much a part of their lives as was their master, Satan. Killing was what these blood thirsty people lived for every moment of their lives. Satan's unquenchable desire for death and destruction consumed every fiber of their being. Madness ran rampant through their evil veins. It was as though they had never possesed a conscience. Instead, it seemed as though they were born without one. As hard as it was to believe, they had once had one. They had only made one mistake. That was all it took. They sold out to the wrong ruler. Satan, the Prince of Darkness!
Night had fallen and the evil ones were stirring about in a barn in the southern New Jersey countryside. Spiritual darkness which could not be understood by the naked eye filled the whole barn. This black hopelessness could only be comprehended by those permeated with Satan's most darkest venom. Those who had grasped this spiritual death were known as the coven.
Since the coven's desires were as evil as those of their evil owner, killing meant nothing to them. A thought was never given before a murderous act. Guilt and sorrow did not exist with these people. Life was cheap in their eyes. To them these killigs were kown as rituals. But in truth they were nothing more than senseless crimes. To those carrying out these murders it was considered worship to their god. Two species were slaughtered for their god. One was aimal, the other human. Animals, babies, and Jews were put to death. Thus, the ritual...
The air in the barns always reeked of foul smells. The ritual would leave its usual repulsive scents of animal sacrifices and human body parts. A deadly chill in the air added the final ingredient necessary to any ritual.
All was perfect in the world of demonic play. Lucifer was at the the height of his glory. Satan's most beloved were in total ecstasy as they sat and devoured human organs. Satan, the demons, and his followers had one thing in common. They all loved death and destruction.
Watching these events in horror had become a common occurrence for this five year old and eight year old. We were beyond all dread! My only friend in this world was the five year old who I was to train. This was not my choice but the coven's command. It was my reponsibility to teach her everything that was taught to me by the high priest.
The high priest was Satan's key man and most precious disciple. He was the one who conducted these ceremonies and gave direction to the minds of the people. They worshiped him also, because he was the prophet of Lucifer. However, no outsider would ever have suspected this, as he was a minister and a family man. I know because he was my father.
Arrangements had been made for a car to pick me up at my home. Another car was sent to pick up my friend at her home. Our designated cars would then take different routes. Halfway through our journeys we would change to other vehicles. The purpose of this plan was to keep any outsiders from following. A regular routine could lead to suspicion. The mother demon (the coven) must keep its heinous deeds unknown to the outside world.
So again my friend and I were forced into our appointed cars and sent off into the night. Soon we would be face to face with the evil ones. Our night had already been planned. All that was needed now was for us to reach our destination, the barn.
Arrival was just as wicked! Cars parked outside the barn suggested that the forces of evil had already assembled inside. Soon the vile chants would begin, leading the perpetrators into countless unspeakable sexual and violent acts. There would be nothing left to the imagination after children would be forced into gross sexual devient exploits with other children, adults, and animals. As if that were not enough, they were vomited and defecated on by the demonic animals called humans.
However, the grand finality was yet to come! Execution soon would be dealt out unmercifully here to any breathing animal or baby presented. Jewish people were killed elsewhere. Only their body parts were peresent at these ceremonies.
AS I sadly Stepped out of the car, a sickness filled my body that would not go away until the night was through. My feet were now touching unholy ground. I had prayed to the other god that this evening would never come. However, I guess heaven's door was not open to hear my prayers, becuase I was now standing in front of the adversary's entrance. Satan's door!
As I entered the barn, people were feverishly screaming Satan's Song. The Chant! Their voices grew louder as the black hooded man before them drew his silver knife. He had been chosed by the high priest to do the sacrifice. Holding the dagger over his head with both hands, he led everyone into a frenzy. When the blade ripped open the abdomen of the helpless cat, the crowd went into total extasy. The dead animal's blood had given them the perfect satisfaction in which they had been yearning.
The gathering then went into a lull, getting ready for the next loathsome event. All eyes would be fixed on this attraction until it was finished. No one would miss the smallest detail. For the main performance was yet to come. An infant killing!
Feeling sorry for my freind, Jane, was all I could do. My hands had already been blood stained from participating in these activities, but this was her first time. She had never killed! Tonight would be her initiation into our family of murderers. Her innocence would soon be gone. The Abhorrant task was before her. The infant child!
Squealing wheels outside the barn served as a reminder that she would soon be joining me. Her drivers had arrived, and so had her moment. The heinous crime was only seconds away. Suddenly the door flew open to the hellish horde. Two big men escorting my friend were trying to catch their breath. Unlike the helpless baby, they still would be breathing at the end of the night.
Taking Jane by the hand, I led her to her destiny. Unfortunately, her fate had already been decided. She too, was a chosen killer! The decision had already been made since her birth. Tonight would turn this awful truth into reality.
Leading her up the godless aisle was the last thing I wanted to do. But Satan's most vauluable possession, the high priest, was beckoning us with his evil glances. Standing up front like a true demon from hell, he handed me the baby silencer. The silver dagger!
When the baby boy saw us approaching, his cries soon turned to little whimpers; for he did not realize the danger. All he knew was how to trust. All we knew was how to kill. Nevertheless, this child had no hatred or malice in his heart. On the contrary, he was a loveable, cuddly, warm body. More than that, he was innocent!
Blood would soon drench the unblemished baby. His blood! My hands were clasped tightly over Jane's as she held onto the murderous blade. The knife glistening in the air was begging for a target, yet our hands were refusing to move. Finally, we allowed the knife to do its job. With one swift, forceful move, the baby lay headless.
With no time to lose, I cut out the infant's heart. Next time Jane would execute this barbaric act alone. Really I wasn't in any hurry for her to learn! Taking out the heart of such a small child required much more intricate skill. Choping off the head required less talent.
Tonight, Jane and I would eat the heart. After all, this was her night to celebrate. Another killer had been born this evening. A child murderer! Something these devilish predators were proud of, but we were more than ashamed. We were sick!
The only way we could eat the child's organ was to close our eyes and pray that G-d would slay us before we finished. Still, that was too much in which to hope. Upon opening our eyes, their evil stares told us that we were still in hell.
Was it all over? Not for one fleeting moment! This night was not going to end until we used their finest imports.
"Go ahead drink it! You killed them; now enjoy them." The High priest insisted again, "Go ahead, drink up." Relunctantly I took the goblet. With hands trembling violently, I drew it close to my lips. My eyes closed tightly, I took the gut wrenching gulp.
Thoughts started to run rampent through my mind. Like a slide projector, one picture after another, memories rushed madly through my brain. Bullets were flying through the air causing people to fall to their death. Blood was erupting from their bodies like lava from a volcano. Like a perpetual fountain, blood poured out of their mouth and noses. Veins were collasping as life flowed out. Wounds belched forth with a final blow, as the red liquid escaped. Stepping everywhere, there it was. Blood! Their blood! Beside them lay puddles of vital fluid. Once theirs, now ours. Soon it would belong to the Satan worshippers.
Without this precious commodity, the coven couldn't thrive. It was in demand. Jew's blood! The price was high and buisness was flourishing. We had the product if you had the money. Lives meant nothing to the Nazi Party, but their currency did.
Prejudice? No, they were past that point. It was more than that! Making money of this priceless blood was far more important. Infant's blood no longer had the value it once had, unless, of course it was a Jewish baby. Unfortunately, the chosen ones were a hot item, and the party knew wher to find them.
Rabbi blood was a premium. The money tripled before he was even killed. Deals were being made between the party and the devil-worshipers. Soon the business transaction would be complete. All that was needed was that holy Jewish blood that flowed through the Rabbi's veins. Time was money, and Rabbi's were hard to find. But they were soon found. For the holy man of G-d, there was no haven of rest. He was tracked down like game at hunting season. Shooting season was never closed for these people. Their heritage was soon found out. Nothing was sacred!The party cursed the gound they walked on. However, profit still was the theme of their massacre. satan was alive and doing well on planet earth! The demon-crazed /satanists saw to this. Money was no object to these people. After all, they had their god to appease. The only way to quench Satan's appetite was with God's people. The very thing that meant the most to G-d was everything to Satan and his followers.
It as through the Jewish blood line that Jesus came. Both the party and occult held a profound hatredness for this. They would never forgive or forget . To them this wa the unpardonable sin! Killing was the only honorable solution. The cursed followers, along with their lord, would not be satisfied until this lineage was destroyed.
My thoughts were jerked back to where I was now as I stared down in the goblet. Tears started to mix with their blood. The agonizing reality had gripped my soul. I promised myself that I would never forgive myself for this atrocity. Never would I kill again, at least not until the next sabbath. There was no way out for me as long as this descent lived. The proof was in the silver goblet that I held in my hnds...selah.
New York Times: Nov. 13, 2010-Stated that under 10,000 Nazis came to the U.S. but deportation did not start until 1979. By then a lot of who were involved in Monarch experiments had died. 600 page report was just released from the Justice Department. Link is: 600 page report
A synagogue is a Jewish house of worship. However, this is not so for the Nazi party. Intead it's a house of slaughter! If Jews weren't killed worshiping, they were taken away to be slain.
These long tormenting rides weren't getting any easier for me. It was not the scenery that was the problem, but what was at the end of the ride. I would watch out the car window as the trees and woods quickly whirled by. It was the only thing that could get my mind off what awful task awaited me. I couldn't even stand to look at the driver's face. It was so full of demonic hatred. His job was to bring me out to a secluded area. There I was to recive my orders from those who had trained me. The evil ones, the Nazi Party!
The orders I received were to be followed without any mistakes at all. There was no room for blunders in the party. It was simply unheard of in this evil hidden organization. People were to be killed in small towns in South Jersey. Small towns were chosen because less suspicion would be aroused and therefore less chance of being caught. Bigger towns would be a lot more obvious.
Within only a few minutes from my destination, I spotted Jan's driver behind me. It was as though hell had suddenly spit the car onto the road. Loud German music and hurling slanderous remarks could be heard coming from inside the vehicle. "Jews, Jews, kill the Jews."
Those words made me dathly sick. Sweat started to pur off my brow profusely. Things began to spin violently around me. Soon my night would become a living hell. Jane would not escape this madness either.
Suddenly both cars came to an abrupt halt. I could hear brakes screeching from the car behind. The driver was too carried away with his own insanity to see that we were slowing down. He got out of his car all red-faced and swearing as though he was fighting with someone. He held onto Jane's neck with one hand as he punched the air with his other fist. I was sure that he had gone mad. But I knew better. Everyone in the party acted this way. None of them were capable of thinking or feeling. The only thing they felt was hate. That is what kept them alive. Without it they would have died.
After they brought Jane to my car, they slammed my face into the hood. Another man jumped out of her car and proceeded to give us orders. "Listen you little cunts, your going to kill the animals again tonight, so don't fuck up. Don't touch them or look into their faces. Ya' understand me? Don't look into thier Jew faces. They don't cry or have feelings because they're animals. That's all they are, animals. Ya' got that you filthy pieces of shit?" By the time he finished spewing out his evil words, his spit was running down our faces. My fears soon turned to tears, covering his saliva on my cheeks. Absolute dread was all that I could feel!
Throught my tears, I looked across the street. There was a small building with a beautiful star on it. The star's radiance was more brilliant because of the light from inside shining through it. The singing voices coming out of this place sounded like angels. I remember the Jews calling these buildings with stars on them the house of G-d. I guess that's why they sounded like angels.
"What are you looking at you whore? Ya, got a job to do. You got cattle to kill." This familiar voice that had given me orders earlier soon brought me back to the horror that was about to begin. Oh G-d, if this were only a dream. But it wasn't!
Next a long silver truck pulled up outside the special House. Then some men in army fatigues got out of the rig's doors. They ran toward the Holy place and set their evil footsteps inside. The melodious voices soon turned into shrills in the night. The mad men with guns forced the worshipers outside.
Jane and I were ordered to go to the back of the great silver demon with wheels. We were to see that everyone got in. One by one they were forced into the back of the truck. Both of us had weapons and knew how to use them. Age was no factor in using a weapon in the party. Here a seven and ten year old were well trained.
Standing there, we never took our eyes off those entering. Sometimes I felt like they were looking at us in pity. Why feel compassion for us? Before the night was over, Jane and I would kill them. Funny though, these people had more inner strength than our leaders.
Jane and I would talk about this often. "Hey Jane, how come they don't look afraid?" "I don't Know." "What do they have that we don't? God? "watch your mouth! Never say that word." "Why not? They Say it." "Yea, and they're going to be dead soon."
Sitting in the truck with these people had always been the hardest thing the party made me do. I thought by now I would have been used to this. Doing this for three years didn't make it any easier. Killing them was easier because it was quick. with the arsenal the party had, it was a cinch.
Being with them in the truck was eternity. They knew their lives would soon be over. I couldn't stand their eyes begging for mercy that long. I never saw such pleading. The truck was hot and strangers were sweating. The tears rolling down their faces and onto their religious clothing was too much. I had to look the other way and swallow my feelings. After all, I was a Nazi and had no feelings. "If so, then why do I feel them?"
Crammed in the truck, I could hear their final sighs. It was total agony being pressed against their flesh. Soon I would put a bullet through this very flesh. They were like me; why was I killing them? The reason: I'm a Nazi. The party always told us your're a Nazi first. "Never forget you're a Nazi."
As I held my gun tightly, I looked across the sea of humanity before me. My eyes were drawn to a kind face close to me. She was older. I noticed a sweetness about her as I stared at her. I couldn't look away: she wouldn't let me. Her eyes weren't full of hate. Instead, they were soft. Why? She was going to die like the rest. She's no exception. Hitler had no favorites. "Why is she smiling at me?" "I'm the enemy!" "Can't she see the hardened
look on my face?" Repeated programming, used to control my mind, had taken its toll. With three years of their training I was no longer vulnerable to a smile. I thought I wasn't anyway. "What in God's name is that feeling?" Having emotions was not in my training. Being totally heartless like them was how Jane and I remained killers.
Oh God! She's reaching her hand out to me. Can't she see that I have the gun? "Kill her!" "kill her now!" Those words kept running through my mind. "Why don't I shoot her?" "Why don't I shoot the Jew?"
"It's her hand!" "It's Warm." I had never felt such warmth from an adult. "Why is her hand soft like her eyes?" "My heart is beating out of my chest." "She has to stop!" "When I'm killing, my heart doesn't beat like that. Why Now?"
The truck stopped with a sudden jerk. "Mr. Satan," the cruelest man in the party ripped open the rig's back door. His face grew red with rage a he screamed, "Get out, you animals. Come on before I slice your throat here. Better yet, I'll have the children do it." They all tried to get out slowly, but Mr. Stan pulled them. He threw them on the ground and kicked them repeatedly. Constant beatings left many battered and bruised. Their clothes were bloody and torn.
The lady with the warm hand was last to get off. She knew that her fate was only a step ahead of her. Still, she was braver than the rest. I marveled at her strength. She turned around to look at me, trying again to reach my hand. Then Mr. Satan grabbed her arm. He took off her sandal and struck her face repeatedly. I felt every blow in my heart until he threw the sandle to the ground. Surprisingly, tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't understand my strange desire to put my arms around her. However, knowing I couldn't reach for her arms, I picked up her sandal and hid it under my shirt next to my heart. It was dark enough that they might not notice the bulge.
Mr. Satan had friends in the party. The demons! The demons pushed and shoved these helpless people like cattle. They spat on them and tripped them. Once down on the ground, they kicked them with their boots. The demons delighted in thrusting their feet into their ribs, stomach, and private parts. They didn't care, just so they were groveling on the ground. This gave them great pleasure. Their laughter could be heard all over the field. Watching these people crawl on their hands and knees trying to get away was sport to them.
After they had gathered on the field, they stripped off all their clothes. Jane and I then took our positions. We were up at the head of the field. With one knee on the ground and our guns positioned, we were ready.
"Open fire," came the command. Immediately our guns were kicking back forcefully on our shoulders. The bullets were flying out in every direction.
"Stay with me. Don't get in front of me," I screamed at Jane as I ran across the field. There was no time to concentrate on one person. They all had to die withing a short time. We only had so much time in the night.
Thier screams became louder than our guns. God's chosen were in agony. NOthing could save them from this dreadful night. Although they had done nothing to deserve this, one by one they dropped to the ground. Some were still groaning in pain. Others were fortunate enough to die with the first bullet. Soon their cries grew fainter as they drew their last breath.
Suddenly my attention was drawn to the right side of the field. I heard a woman singing in her biblical tongue. This was the same melody I heard as I approached the temple. I knew Jane or I would have to finish her off. So being the oldest, I had to make the decision. I ran through the field to the singing voice. It was a miracle to hear a melody instead of a scream. As I drew closer to the body, I pointed my gun and started to pull the trigger. Then I saw a smile. It was her, the lady with the warm hand. She lay there very still, blood oozing out of her side. By now she was lying in a pool of what used to give her life. I quickly drew away my gun.
Again she reached her hand out to me. Then I felt a cold pistol at the back of my neck. It was him, Mr. satan! "Shoot her now, or else," Oh God no, not her! Not her...anybody but her. I knew I had to do it. There was no choice. Picking up my gun, I felt tears again pouring down my face. For the first time in my life I wanted to die. Looking at her smile one last time, I closed my eyes. As I pulled the trigger, I heard her say "shalom."
Upon opening my eyes, I saw her peaceful face still smiling. While Mr. Satan walked away, I pulled out her sandal, wishing in my heart that she had been alive when I put it back on her foot. I went over to her side to take her hand, and found her necklace on the ground. It looked like the beautiful star that was on their Holy House. Putting it around her neck, I asked G-d to bring her back. I had learned from the Jews that they believed in someone called Hashem. So, I thought I would pray to her G-d to bring her back. I prayed, but she didn't move! In my heart I knew He wouldn't listen to me. After all, I was a killer.
Then I walked away with my head bowed and my gun at my side. When I killed her that day something inside me died. However, I had to look back one more time to see if Hashem heard me. He didn't...
History of the United States Revisited
It was thought for a long time through researcher Lenny Lapon who wrote "Mass Murderers in White coats" that 5000 Nazis had resettled in the U.S. after War World 11. However, recently New York Times on November 13, 2010 blew that theory out of the water after aquiring a 600 page report from the Justice Department. The report concluded that the number of Nazis who made it into the United States was almost certainly much smaller than 10,000, the figure widely cited by government officials. Even though some were prosecuted at the Nuremburg Trials which ran from November 20th, 1945 to October 1st, 1946, others went free and remained free until deportation which started in the year 1979. By then, many were deceased.
Question? What happened while they enjoyed their stay here? This is where the story begins my friends. Satanic Ritual Abuse and Government mind control.
From the end of World War 11 through the 1970's, the U.S. government engaged in mind control experimentation on human subjects, both adults and children. Ten large boxes were released from the government's National Archives pursuant to Freedom Of Information Act Requests.
The start of the mind control experiments started with what was called the MK-Ultras. The program was headed by Josef Mengele, Hitler's chief doctor/scientist who was experimenting on Jews in the concentration camps. He and his team were taken from Germany at the end of the second world war to the US because the Americans wanted to learn what he learned. He was known as "Dr Green" in the US. The Major goal of the Cold War mind control programs was to create dissociative symptoms and disorders, including full multiple personality disorder. The Manchurian Candidate,is fact, not fiction, and was created by the CIA in the 1950's under Blubird and Artichoke mind control programs. A Manchurian Candidate is One who has been brainwashed into preforming actions (such as assassination) upon recieving a special code word or phrase. The candidate acts and behaves normally before recieving the trigger, with no knowledge of what he will do, or what he has done while under the influence of mind control. Experiments include LSD, sensory deprivation, electro-convulsive treatment, brain electrode implants and hypnosis were designed to create anmesia , depersonalization, changes in identity and altered states of consciousness.
And by the way, the Acronym Definition for MK-Ultra is Manufacturing Killers Utilizing Lethal Tradecraft Requiring Assassinations. Also, MK ULTRA is completely real to this present day.
The U.S. government was faced with the dilema as to who would be the guinea pigs in the MK-ultra programs. But soon found unwitting citizens to participate in these gruesome experiments. To start with they used mental patients, cancer patients, prisoners and citizens. These human guinea pigs were never told that they were subjects in military and CIA mind control experiments and never gave informed consent. These experiments were done at Yale, Harvard, McGill, Stanford, UCLA and other major universities. In fact, 86 universites or institutions were used.
So, where do the Nazis fit in all this? Why were not all 10,000 of them at the Nuremburg Trials? The ones who were not at the trials were those that had done mind control experiments back in the concentration camps. And since Germany was ahead of us in mind control, our government needed them for there knowledge. Thus, they were awarded free visa here with no prosecution. However, besides bringing over their madness,along came a mind control progam called the Monarch. At first, it was used on the military here in the U.S. along with the MK-Ultras. But soon our government went underground with this program. They went into the occults and found the perfect victim. Children! Those who had already been abused and were very dissociative and already had multiple personality were easiest to program. After all, since the 1930's the CIA has been trying to create alters (multiple personality disorder) to do their own beckoning in whatever they choose. That is why Dr. Esterbrooks who was formally a stage hypnotist back in the 1930's disappeared from the public when the agency decided he could work for them teaching them how to split a person's personality.
Of the 149 subprojects under the umbrella of MKULTRA having been identified,
Project MONARCH, officially begun by the U.S. Army in the early 1960's
(although unofficially implemented much earlier) appears to be the most
prominent and is still classified as TOP SECRET for "National Security"
reasons. (By Ron Patton/Project Monarch)
Many of the abused used in Monarch programming come from (other than occult connections) families who use Catholicism, Mormonism, orcharismatic Christianity as a "front" for their abominable activities (though
members of other religious groups are also involved.) Victims/survivors
generally respond more readily to a rigid religious (dogmatic, legalistic)
hierarchical structure because it parallels their base programming. Authority
usually goes unchallenged, as their will has been usurped through subjective
and command-oriented conditioning. (By Ron Patton/Project Monarch)
In order to keep MKULTRA and Monarch from being easily detected, the CIA segmented its
subprojects into specialized fields of research and development at
universities, prisons, private laboratories and hospitals. Of course, they were
rewarded generously with government grants and miscellaneous funding. Also, Children who were raised in the occult were handed over to the government by their guardians to be used in these experiments in exchange for money and protection from being prosecuted. (By Ron Patton/Project Monarch)
The victim/survivor is called a “slave” by the programmer/handler, who in turn is perceived as “master” or “god.” About 75% are female, since they possess a higher tolerance for pain and tend to dissociate more easily than males. Monarch handlers seek the compartmentalization of their subject’s psyche in multiple and separate alter personas using trauma to cause dissociation. (By Ron Patton/Project Monarch)
Levels of Monarch Programming
ALPHA. Regarded as “general” or regular programming within the base control personality; characterized by extremely pronounced memory retention, along with substantially increased physical strength and visual acuity. Alpha programming is accomplished through deliberately subdividing the victims personality which, in essence, causes a left brain-right brain division, allowing for a programmed union of L and R through neuron pathway stimulation.
BETA. Referred to as “sexual” programming. This programming eliminates all learned moral convictions and stimulates the primitive sexual instinct, devoid of inhibitions. “cat” alters may come out at this level.
DELTA. This is known as “killer” programming, originally developed for training special agents or elite soldiers (i.e. Delta Force, First Earth Battalion, Mossad, etc.) in covert operations. Optimal adrenal output and controlled aggression is evident. Subjects are devoid of fear; very systematic in carrying out their assignment. Self-destruct or suicide instructions are layered in at this level.
THETA considered to the “psychic” programming. Bloodliners (those coming from multi-generational Satanic families) were determined to exhibit a greater propensity for having telepathic abilities than did non-bloodliners. Due to its evident limitations, however, various forms of electronic mind control systems were developed and introduced, namely, bio-medical human telemetry devices (brain implants), directed-energy lasers using microwaves and/or electromagnetics. It is reported these are used in conjunction with highly-advanced computers and sophisticated satellite tracking systems.
OMEGA. A “self-destruct” form of programming, also known as “Code Green.” The corresponding behaviors include suicidal tendencies and/or self-mutilation. This program is generally activated when the victim/survivor begins therapy or interrogation and too much memory is being recovered.
GAMMA. Another form of system protection is through “deception” programming, which elicits misinformation and misdirection. This level is intertwined with demonology and tends to regenerate itself at a later time if inappropriately deactivated.
Ron Patton Website source and link: Project Monarch: Nazi Mind Control
The following is a partial list of these forms of torture:
1. Abuse and torture
2. Confinement in boxes, cages, coffins, etc, or burial (often with an opening or air-tube for oxygen)
3. Restraint with ropes, chains, cuffs, etc.
5. Extremes of heat and cold, including submersion in ice water and burning chemicals
6. Skinning (only top layers of the skin are removed in victims intended to survive)
8. Blinding light
9. Electric shock
10. Forced ingestion of offensive body fluids and matter, such as blood, urine, feces, flesh, etc.
11. Hung in painful positions or upside down
12. Hunger and thirst
13. Sleep deprivation
14 Compression with weights and devices
15. Sensory deprivation
16. Drugs to create illusion, confusion, and amnesia, often given by injection or intravenously
17. Ingestion or intravenous toxic chemicals to create pain or illness, including chemotherapy agents
18. Limbs pulled or dislocated
19. Application of snakes, spiders, maggots, rats, and other animals to induce fear and disgust
20. Near-death experiences, commonly asphyxiation by choking or drowning, with immediate resuscitation
22. Forced to perform or witness abuse, torture and sacrifice of people and animals, usually with knives
23. Forced participation in slavery
24. Abuse to become pregnant; the fetus is then aborted for ritual use, or the baby is taken for sacrifice or enslavement
25. Spiritual abuse to cause victim to feel possessed, harassed, and controlled internally by spirits or demons
26. Desecration of Judeo-Christian beliefs and forms of worship; dedication to Satan or other deities
27. Abuse and illusion to convince victims that God is evil, such as convincing a child that God has abused her
28. Surgery to torture, experiment, or cause the perception of physical or spiritual bombs or implants
29. Harm or threats of harm to family, friends, loved ones, pets, and other victims, to force compliance
30. Use of illusion and virtual reality to confuse and create non-credible disclosure 8.
Ellen P. Lacter, Ph.D., March 4, 2004 Website link: Kinds of Torture Endured in Ritual Abuse and Trauma-Based Mind Control.
This is a partial list of names and locations of some of the major institutions involved in MONARCH programming experimentation:
University of Rochester
Georgetown University Hospital
Maimonides Medical Center
St. Elizabeth’s Hospital (Washington D.C.)
Stanford Research Institute
Westinghouse Friendship Laboratories
Mankind Research Unlimited
The "final product" was/is usually created on military installations and bases, where maximum security is required. Referred to as (re) programming centers or near-death trauma centers, the most heavily identified are:
China Lake Naval Weapons Center
Other places recognized as major programming sites are:
Langley Research Center
Los Alamos National Laboratories
areas in or by Mt. Shasta, CA, Lampe, MO and Las Vegas, NV. (By Ron Patton/Project Monarch
Warning: Very Triggering
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A Child's Satanic Night
Please no! Please...oh God no! Don't make me put my face in the dirt and pay homage to Satan. I really don't love him. The dirt is in my eyes; I can't see. I can taste the gravel inmy mouth. It's in my nose, I can't breath. I can't say his name one more time; I can't. I don't want to deny the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. They're the only good thing in this world. Maybe someday they'll forgive me for this. Maybe
Many nights I spent on my knees and hands worshipping Satan. My heart would break within me and the tears I kept inside. They weren't safe outside, so I held them in. I no sooner would catch my breath, and they would make me praise his name again. I would choke on my saliva repeatedly and hold my vomit down. I felt chills all over my body on summer nights. Never in my life had I felt so cold.
"Oh God, please let me die and be with your son Jesus. I know he holds little children in his arms. I saw a picture of him loving them. If I die then he can cuddle me in his arms. Then I can tell him how sorry I am for saying I love Satan."
The next thing I felt was a slap across my face. It was my leader. "Don't ever let me hear you say a prayer like that again. Jesus is nothin' but filth like these Jews. Everytime you kill one of the Jews, you kill Jesus. So there, Jesus is dead. You killed him."
I killed Jesus? Oh no, God will never love me. That means nobody loves me. I can never sit on Jesus' lap. He can't hold or love little children like me anymore. I killed Him...I killed Him...
To be continued...I will continue with not only the story..but the most important part of how God has miraculously fused me back into one person and done alot of healings in my life...
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