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TESTIMONY OF CHILDHOOD SATANIC ABUSE IN PERTH, WESTERN AUSTRALIA
FROM A RECOVERING VICTIM.
PART TWO
I suppose I was taken out in the night because I used to wake up in a different place. Like the place I am seeing now is like - a lot of tiles, cold surfaces and it's a cold place and strong lighting and lots of tables which are marble or stone and the people on them possibly are dead, that it's a morgue possibly. The flesh of the people is cut into and a smell of something strong that stuff like pickling solution, formaldehyde, they used to wear robes with hoods that had a peak which would hang over their faces covering their eyes. It hid their faces as much as possible. They had a cord around their waist, which was brown with a brown/grey gown, which was woven like sacking type material but more closely woven than hessian. Now I am seeing a place that may not be the same - it is a wooden place, a wooden hall like a town hall and up one end is a big stage with entrance doors either side that comes out into the hall. This is quite a strong memory - up on the stage is an altar which is a heavy marble table or with a heavy ceramic top. Up there they have tools - cutting tools and one of them is a fishing knife like a dagger, with one of those handles on it with the little lines cut into it everywhere and a really, really sharp blade. They have the candles and a symbol circle with the 5 pointed star with the 2 points at the top. What they do there is they would have us out in the hall as an audience, all seated like in a Sunday school - all the children and the mums and some of the men, but the men would have suits on, not the robes. Then about 10 dressed in the robes that are running the ceremony they even have a microphone and they select the people from the audience who are going to do the ritual, they call out the names of who they want to come up on the stage. They bring out someone's wife who is naked onto the stage, from the side of the stage. She is tied like as in bondage with her hands in front of her, a rope around her waist, connecting to her feet - although she can still walk like that - then they put her on the table. She's drugged and sort of gibbering - it's as if she has been drugged and is talking to herself and isn't normal speech. She is behaving like she is sick - sick in the head and not normal at all. The men take turns in having sexual intercourse with her in front of everyone else but it's not the men in the robes who do that, they watch and keep control of everything and everyone. The men come out naked one after the other or two at a time. They even do it to pregnant women; they use them in the same way. They even call the children and use the children like that - force them to have sex with different men and involve them in sex between the woman and the men. They make the children one child at a time, do sexual things and pose their bodies in different positions exposing their vaginas and anuses. In a different part of that ceremony they bring out a baby, (Jane became extremely distraught while she recounted this part) which is still in the sac, the cowl - the membrane, they bring out a baby, which is not fully formed, it's a sort of globule thing. They stick it up on the table and then they call out people to come up who have to stab it. I can't really remember which time this is but I was always really scared they were going to call me. Anyway they did call me. I don't really know whether this is the time because I am getting two different things here, but one time is that they call my name and I stand up and shout "NO! I am not doing that" and then they call out my name again - and again I shout "NO!" Then one of those robed men comes from the side of the stage at me in a rage. I think it was the leader; it could have been *****. The feeling from him was like, how dare I not do it - how dare I exert my own will. Just like one would swat a fly that was annoying, but with a lot of rage, he's got the type of white anger, his whole face is white with rage - the blood left his face and he has a club. It's a black, heavy club like a baseball bat in his right hand and he comes running at me and just goes 'WHAM!' into the left side of my head. It's like a police baton but it hasn't got rubber on it. So that time when I woke up I was in a place maybe up in Middle Swan - like an abandoned office building of a factory - the architecture was quite contemporary, it reminds me of the type of building that Swanbourne High School is. I was in this long room like a rectangle and every floor was the same shape as this room - layered below and above. I was up one end near the windows and I was in a bed with a drip and I had my head bandaged. There was no one there except a nurse, it wasn't a hospital it didn't feel like a hospital because it was empty. It should have been a ward full of beds but it wasn't - it was just me. There were two nurses that changed one to the other that were there.
The other memory I have of this stabbing the baby thing was me doing as I was told. They called me and I went up and I took up that fishing knife and because I knew there was no choice physically (Jane becomes extremely distraught again) - if I wanted to continue to live I had to do this thing - I had to stab it. (Becoming even more upset) I remember thinking that if I stabbed it faster than normal - then it wouldn't count. So I just stabbed it - I don't know if it was alive or not. I think it was still a bit alive but it didn't look like a normal baby's body because it had all this thing around it like membrane, all this mucky sort of stuff. It was like a goldfish shape but it was too big to be a goldfish and it wasn't gold.
Another memory I have, it is at Mr. ***** house on the corner of ***** Street and ***** Street before he had the renovations done when the centre of the house had a goldfish pond. It was an atrium in the centre of the house. In my mind I see this big party where they would get really drunk and swap each other's wives around to go into rooms and have sex in the other parts of the house. I remember the men taking me out into the centre part of the house. You know how men get drunk when their football team wins and do stupid things together, well this was what they were like, just doing whatever came into their minds for kicks - for so called fun. I was small and they had me in a white wicker bassinet. I don't think it was mine as I was too big to have arrived in it, but they put me in it and carried me towards the pond where they placed me on a long piece of board slanting it over the edge. They were preparing to slide me into the pond in the bassinet. They were doing these things to me to excite themselves, make themselves laugh. They knew I was frightened, that was what they thought was funny - my terror of what they were going to do to me. All of a sudden they tipped me into that pond and I went into the cold water - it was the winter then. Later I had panic attacks of not being able to breathe when I dived into cold water - like at swimming training. I never associated my reaction to cold water then with what happened earlier because I didn't remember these things then.
They used to abuse me at the ***** Club. Upstairs was the members' area where you could only go if you were a member. Later they made it into a games' room for the young kids - but then it had billiard tables for the men in a room, which was divided off by heavy curtains. I remember being tied down on the billiard table with a big lamp hanging overhead and hearing a man on the other side of the curtains walking softly along beside the curtains to stop where they met. Slowly parting them to take a look at me - naked from the waist down and tied with my legs apart. I remember seeing a camera pointing at me. They were voyeurs who didn't seem to want to be seen by me and tried to keep out of sight behind the curtains - the camera obscured the man's face enough so that I couldn't tell who it was. I could see they were in their business suits and I knew they were the same men. It left me with the haunted memory of their silence and the overwhelming sexual desire behind their actions, which were so horrible and ugly.
There were all stages to what they did - I'm not telling it in the right order, but how it started was with the men just having affairs with the women, secretaries from work, women they picked up in bars. My father shared a flat with a few, two men where they used to have sex in with these women. They shared the rent of the flat so they would have the privacy - for that purpose. They would use alcohol to get themselves 'into it' more. When that got boring they would move on to new ideas each contributing to the group with their ideas of how to get more satisfaction new kicks. So they went from just drinking to alcohol and pharmaceutical drugs and from just sex with women - to sex with little children (their own). I was there because my mother used to leave us with dad and these men at the yacht club, while they drank and they would put me (or my sister) in the bassinet under the pool table while they played pool. Later on they would have taken us to the flat to baby-sit us and after a while, to abuse us.
Whoever got the idea of the robes and all that must have had contact with that sort of thing from the generation before - it didn't start there, with the satanic abuse. They started in their own homes, abusing their own kids and swapping wives and they sort of gradually got deeper and deeper into it where they were willing to go further and do it in an organised way. All of them had come from families that were connected with the ritual abuse - they then graduated into doing it in an organised way like finding, or not finding but gaining access to venues that were already put aside for that sort of activity. Like one memory I have is waking up at home and hearing a horse in the hall and my Uncle ***** ran stations and things and he had brought a horse down and it was parked in a big truck on the front lawn. They had in the middle of the night in their drunkenness decided to bring a horse into the house. They had brought it into the bedroom - well I don't really know how that's possible, how they would do that but what comes to me is that they would make a woman have sex with a horse? They masturbated the horse manually and inserted the semen into the woman's vagina. They had the woman give oral sex to the horse while they looked on and masturbated themselves and they sedated the horse, lay it down, tied it and made the woman lie with it to get it to penetrate her. They used the family dog, the dogs, they made us eat shit and drink urine and blood, Anyway the needles, the injections were very common they had injections there in the actual venues they always had lots of injections ready.
