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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