My Testimony of Satanic Ritual Abuse by JB

When I was 25 years old, I was laying in bed one night when I had a flashback memory of being two years old. I was surrounded by men in white lab coats. One of them said, "you will never have a maternal influence again." At that age, my mother was in the mental hospital for a nervous breakdown.

A year later I started having regular flashbacks of what amounts to being electroshocked, drugged, raped, and programmed with hypnotic programs. I began working with alternate personalities and over the course of four years struggled to learn how to integrate over 100 personalities.

I was hypnotized to not remember the faces of my abusers. In one of my memories, a man walked into the room, but his head was fuzzed out. I believe I was hypnotically programmed to not remember his face. Even as an adult, I still struggle to identify people by what they look like as I have issues with remembering faces.

I am fairly certain that there was programming done at a certain celebratory place, a place I was taken to at age 6. One of my personalities believed that a figure MM had raped her. It seems I remember there was a place where trucks could back up and dock. This place had rooms that had doors that opened up to this large hallway area that may have been in a tunnel. Inside one of the rooms there was a stage, glass, and celebratory memorabilia and a Mm statue inside. There were some desks across the room from this stage. It seems another room had a bunch of old fashioned movie theater seats, with almost a wicker or light brown wooden crowning around the seats.

One of my memories was on an island. There was a long rectangular swimming pool where we were given "mermaid" programming. This island had a helipad across the way from the pool. I also believe this island had a cement building with a restaurant inside. I remember the hallway of the building, being cement. There was a large dining room in the middle, and a booth table on the outside of the larger restaurant dining area in the cement hallway. Off to one side I remember there being a room with a bed in it. I also remember a little table with a bible on it. I also remember the menus for the restaurant were leather.

I have a memory of a doctor shoving me in cold water with my face facing up. I believe it was this same doctor who showed me a crystal. He taught me that having a sex outside of wedlock makes you clean and pure like this crystal.

I have a memory of an old man with a cane brutally raping me. I tried to resist but he tortured me and suffocated me and I think he put needles into my stomach. After that I just let him do whatever he wanted. After that I walked to the middle of the hotel area where another man was. I told this man that the old man had brutally raped me, and the man just laughed.

I have a memory of being with other students my age doing some sort of a disarming exercise, and another memory being with other students on a bus. I have a memory of being in a ring of people and my name was drawn out to do something sexual in front of the group of students as were other students.

I have body memories of someone's hand covering my hand and forcing my hand to do something. But I do not have any visual memory for this.

I have a memory of being in a barn. There was a game where you held onto a rope and a man lifted you up and put you down, just for fun. When it was my turn, he lifted me all the way to the top and swung me around. I had to hang on for dear life so I didn't let go and drop and die.

I have a memory of being in a cage and given cat food to eat. (My programmer also told me on another occasion that cats are proud). There were cats outside of the cage that got to eat nice food. I said to myself, I must not be very important if all I get is cat food and they get nice food." When I said that my programmer laughed heartily.

I have a memory of being in a house where I had to change diapers that were on cats. I had to walk on all fours and not talk. I accidentally talked so I got put in the washing machine on spin cycle as a punishment.

When I was an adult and started getting my memories back, someone didn't like that I was reporting this on a blog. I was reported somehow. Social services investigated me because of it. I believe who ever reported me tried to warn me if I spoke about what happened to me, they would remove my children away from me. This is especially dangerous because I believe this would put my children in a situation where they would be abused. Thankfully the social workers investigated me and gave me a mental exam. They said I passed their psychological exam.

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