Occult Rituals and the “Alien” Presence
For those with enough courage and objectivity to examine the
current “alien” scenario from outside the constraints of the
culturally-imposed Star Trek model of our day, this fascinating
yet deeply disturbing missive will provide perhaps immensely
valuable puzzle pieces to round out your respective syntheses.
In fact, I hereby challenge you to read it in it’s entirety.
In it we find a mysterious secret society of extremely powerful
women (“The Sisters of Light”) and their occult agendas of
unimaginably insidious religio-socio-political manipulation.
Manipulation on levels which the vast bulk of us cannot even
begin to conceive of.
One can only wonder why the ecclectic group of present day
“lightworkers” have chosen a name for their group (as have the
mysterious “Sisters” above) which is perhaps coincidentally
similar to an exceptionally clever discarnate who also hails
by the name of “The Light-Bearer.” As a clue here, the bio-
chemical name which has been coined to describe the enzyme
which produces luminosity in fireflies is, in fact,
We also find a particularly fascinating and remarkably lucid
description of the way malevolent discarnates can employ certain
biological substances (blood and urine in this particular case)
to enable them to take on literal, physical, “third density”
bodies as they literally, physically manifest themselves in our
level of “reality.” Cattle-mutes and blood/skin/semen/ova
We further note the peculiar “shape-shifting” abilities of these
clever entities to take on whatever form they choose — the most
cruel and deceptive of them taking on physically pleasing forms
of very attractive, ostensibly loving and phenomenally intelligent
beings which, when the mask is stripped away to reveal their core
essence, become unimaginably hideous and cruel filth.
I cannot help but wonder at this point how difficult it would be
for these types to dress up in costumes provided by George Lucas.
After all, isn’t this precisely what we expect of them? “Greys,”
Of further interest in this vein is that the more controlling
of the beings described in this particular account (the 8 ft. tall
arch-demon types as opposed to the subservient little “grey” imps)
appear to be remarkably “reptilian” in nature — being clad in
thick armored skins made of a scaled substance like that of a
tortoise shell. “Reptoids,” anyone?
Which brings us now to the conceivable reason for military/
intelligence participation in this phenomenology. To further
elucidate, please allow me to quote the author directly:
“These witches are incredibly powerful. They are able to produce
disease and kill without ever physically touching the victim,
even over a distance of thousands of miles.”
There is far more to this milint involvement than mere “remote-
Then, of course, we have the ever-present sexual component in
which these physically-manifested discarnates engage in literal,
physical copulation with the human females of the group — an
act which is apparently immensely humiliating to the powerless
victims yet simultaneously envigorating for the parasitic perps.
“More and more we are finding that mythology in general though
greatly contorted very often has some historic base. And the
interesting thing is that one myth which occurs over and over
again in many parts of the world is that somewhere a long time
ago supernatural beings had sexual intercourse with natural
women and produced a special breed of people.”
-Francis A. Schaeffer
In closing, a wise friend once noted that though many folks today
enjoy going on and on about subjects which they quite frankly
know very little about, few take the time to *thoroughly* research
and/or experience the phenomenology enough to speak with authority
on the subject. Suffice it to say that after the better part of
a quarter century of familiarity and intensive research on this
very subject (and perhaps far more to the point, effective
“Baldwinian” methods of dealing with the clever little bastards),
I speak with a great deal of authority on the subject.
“He Came To Set the Captives Free”
ISBN 0-88368-323-7, Whitaker House
1992 by Rebecca Brown, MD
P.O. Box 65
Clinton, AR 72031
::: Entering The Brotherhood :::
Sandy became a friend of mine, about the only friend I had. I
met her at the church in the youth group I mentioned earlier.
I didn’t go to church to hear about the Lord, I went to get
involved with the other kids. Sandy and I worked together on
various youth programs in the church and at high school we also
chummed around, studied together, and went out for cokes.
Sandy was a pretty girl. She was richer than I was, very well
dressed and very popular. She didn’t seem to let that bother
her too much where I was concerned. I thought she was my friend
more out of pity than anything, but that was because I didn’t
know she was a recruiter for The Brotherhood. Shortly after the
incident with the football player, Sandy mentioned to me that
she noticed that I had a special power that few others had. She
said she knew where I could learn to have more of that same power.
She also said, “Hey listen, I know that you’re lonely and down,
and I think I have something that can help you. The church
we’re going to doesn’t really care about you, and God doesn’t
really care about you. If He did, you wouldn’t have been born
the way you were.” She then offered me a chance to go to a
“youth camp” with her run by the group” that she and her family
belonged to. She called it a church camp.” It was located in a
small town a few miles away. It was held during the summer.
School was out at the time and as I had nothing else to do I
decided to go.
I told my parents I was going to a church camp — they really
didn’t care what I did. I was fearful and yet elated. I
thought that I had finally found a friend and that maybe this
was the answer to both my loneliness and my questions about the
strange power inside me. Sandy talked to me about the camp for
days before we actually went. She described it as the ideal
place where I would be accepted and wanted and needed. My
powers were needed, she told me, and they could be perfected.
I would be able to become great and famous, or rich, whatever
I wanted I could have. As she talked I felt that strange power
within me beginning to stir and build.
What Sandy did _not_ do was mention the word “cult,” or tell me
the truth about this group. I will stop here and give you a
capsule summary of the group.
This group which secretly calls itself The Brotherhood, is made
up of people who are directly controlled by, and worship, Satan.
It is a rapidly growing and very dangerous cult. It has two
major centers in the U.S. — the West coast, mostly in the
Los Angeles-San Francisco area, and another in the mid-western
U.S. where I lived. They are divided into local groups, or
chapters, called covens. The covens range in size from 5-10
people to several thousand. This is the same cult written about
in Hal Lindsey’s book, Satan Is Alive And Well On Planet Earth,
and in Mike Warnke’s book, The Satan Seller. It is also the U.S.
counterpart of the group in England written about in the book
Freed From Witchcraft, by Doreen Irvine.
This cult is extremely secretive. No written records of
membership are kept. Even the contracts with Satan signed in
blood by the members are burned by the high priests and high
priestesses. (This is not common knowledge among the lower
ranking members.) These satanists infest every level of
society — the poor and the rich. The very well educated, the
police force, government officials, business men and women, and
even some so-called Christian ministers. Most all of them
attend local Christian churches and are considered “good
citizens” because of their involvement in local civic activities.
This is all done as a cover-up. They lead double lives and
are expert at it; masters of deception.
“And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel
of light, therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also
be transformed as the ministers of righteousness.”
-II Corinthians 11:14-15.
They all go by code names at their meetings so that, should they
meet each other on the street, often as not they would not know
each other’s real name. They are rigidly disciplined by Satan
and his demons. They practice human sacrifice several times a
year and animal sacrifice on a monthly basis. The human
sacrifices are most often babies — born out of wedlock to
various cult members, cared for by the doctors and nurses within
the cult so that the mother is never seen in a hospital — the
baby’s birth is never registered, neither it’s death. Other
sacrifices are kidnapped victims, a cult member who is being
disciplined, or who volunteers, I suspect because they can no
longer live with themselves. Many of them are cold blooded
murderers, extremely skillful.
Each coven is led by a high priest and a high priestess. These
people get to their position by obtaining favor with Satan by
various means and by obtaining greater and greater powers of
witchcraft. There is much in-fighting within the group. There
is an elite society of witches within the cult called The
Sisters of Light.
There are several occult groups in the U.S. who call themselves
The Illuminati, most are not a part of The Brotherhood. There
is a group called the Illuminati made up mostly of people who
are directly descended from the Druids of ancient England.
They are extremely powerful and dangerous people and are linked
to The Brotherhood. They practice human sacrifice frequently.
The Sisters of Light first came to the U.S. from Europe in the
late 1700’s. They date back to the dark ages in Europe, but
indeed have their roots back to the sorcerers of ancient Egypt
and Babylon who were powerful enough to be able to actually
reproduce three of the ten plagues sent upon Egypt during Moses’
time. (See Exodus chapter 7.) These witches are incredibly
powerful. They are able to produce disease and kill without
ever physically touching the victim, even over a distance of
thousands of miles. This is all accomplished by demons of
course, and these people are deluded into thinking that they
control the demons when actually Satan and the demons are just
Incredible atrocities are committed within the cult by humans so
controlled by the demons within them that they lose all emotions
of love and compassion and become cruel beings that hardly seem
human. Some of this will be discussed later in the book.
The rapidity of growth of The Brotherhood is a mark of the end-
times we are in and a direct fulfillment of Biblical prophecy.
In the United States and around the world there are countless
thousands of cults and groups that worship and serve Satan under
many many different names. Many do not call Satan by this name,
but by some other name. Many simply refer to him as the “Master.”
Also, there are many independent groups of self-styled witches
and satanists. Customs and styles of worship in individual
groups and organizations vary widely.
I stepped directly into this cult when I went to that summer
camp with Sandy. I was very excited by the time we arrived.
With excitement you lose a lot of what you see and hear. We
were taken first to the dorms where we were to stay and made to
feel very welcome. The camp had many facilities: museums,
libraries, different houses where you could go clairvoyants,
hypnotists, palm readers, tarot card readers, voodoo experts,
etc. Some of these people lived there the year ’round, some
didn’t. This was the place where the cult officially meets with
the unknowing public.
We attended many classes which taught us how to extend use our
“powers.” Sandy took me to the first meeting with the Sisters
of Light. Much later I found out that they had been watching
me carefully throughout my childhood, from the time of the sale
of my blood made by Helen and Grace.
Sandy took me into the large Satanic church on the ground about
two hours before the main evening meeting. The sun was setting
and the entire church was dark except for 13 candles in a circle
on the floor at the front of the church which cast eerie shadows
about the 13 figures also seated on the floor, one behind each
candle. As we drew closer I could see that the figures were 13
women, all dressed identically in long white robes with attached
cowl-like hoods up over their heads. They were each sitting
cross legged on the highly polished wooden floor, backs straight,
arms folded across their breasts, staring with absolute
concentration into the candle in front of them.
The candles were each about two feet tall and three inches in
diameter. They were made of black wax and each one sat on top
of a long narrow sheet of paper that was covered with fine
writing. The wax from the candles dripped down onto the papers.
The women did not wear jewelry or ornamentation of any sort.
There was no movement by any of them except for their continuous
low-voiced chanting and humming as they offered their prayers to
Satan. There was a power there that held me both fascinated and
awe struck. I could feel a mighty stirring of the unexplainable
power within myself as I sat and watched them throughout their
two hour ceremony.
I found myself drawn back again the following night to watch the
same ceremony. I knew that they were the Sisters of Light only
because Sandy told me so. Other cult members referred to them
as “Mothers,” and few knew that they were actually this elite
group. They never told men of their identity as men were
strictly excluded from the group. However, they are the power-
house and main strength of the cult, and a strictly guarded
secret even within the cult itself. They do not tolerate
weakness in any of their members, anyone weak is destroyed.
There are very few younger women among them.
After the ceremony the second night I was approached by one of
the women. She told me that they had noticed my interest and
already knew of my unusual power, and that they would very much
like for me to enter into their training program. They were
casual and kindly and told me that they could train me to
greatly increase and extend my power as no other group could.
I swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker.
At first they told me of the greatness I could have, of how I
could use the power within me to get what I needed, also,
whatever I wanted I could have. This power was of Satan, not of
God. They were the first to tell me that and they also told me
that Satan is the only true God. They taught me how to chant
and hum. Told me that if I wanted anything, all I needed to do
was to light my candle and put my prayers underneath it.
Requests not only for myself, of course, because I must not be
selfish. I could pray either for another person’s uplifting or
for his downfall. It made no difference as long as there was
someone else’s name on the paper as well as my own.
At last the final day of the camp came and I prepared to go home.
Suddenly I was faced with the fact that all the kindliness of
the people at the camp was a front and the involvement was no
longer a game, nor was it voluntary. When I met Sandy for the
trip home she told me that she had just had word from the
Sisters of Light that they were offering special training to
myself and some others who were “specially gifted.” Sandy said
that they and the high priest and high priestess wanted to speak
with me briefly over at the church before we left.
I went over to the church and entered with several others.
After we got into the church we saw that armed guards
immediately stepped in front of the doors and we were told to
stand before the small group at the front of the church. The
high priest then told us that we had been selected to join The
Brotherhood, which meant signing a contract with Satan in our
own blood at a meeting the following night. I asked what was in
the contract and was told that I would be giving myself body and
soul and spirit to “our great father Satan” in return for many ”
blessings” from him. We were also told that if we did not want
to do so that they would use certain “persuasion” to change our
minds. I told them that under no circumstances would I sign
such a contract. At this point the high priestess took over and
informed me that I had no choice. I looked her square in the
eye and said, “Go to Hell! You bitch! I think you are all
weird I will do no such thing.”
Immediately a very large guard armed with a submachine gun came
up behind me and grabbed my arm at the wrist pulling it behind
me and upwards with such force that I felt as if he had broken
it. He told me that I was to bow my knee to the high priestess
and ask her forgiveness for my disrespect, that if I did not do
so he would beat me until I did. Outraged, I shouted, “Then go
ahead and start, because I’m not bowing myself to any woman!”
He swung at me, his fist catching me full force in the temple.
I don’t remember anymore until I awakened in small 5×5 foot cell.
It was completely bare with a hard wooden floor. The door had
a small window out to a hallway so that I could be observed. It
was almost completely dark. I was in that room for 24 hours.
It seemed like days. I was not allowed to sleep, speakers
blared constantly. I was told over and over again that all
glory and honor and homage was due Satan. That I needed to ask
Satan’s forgiveness. That Satan was the God of the universe. I
was also told that my family was being watched, and that if I
did not adhere to the rules and regulations and sign the contract,
that they would all be tortured and killed. I was not given any
food or water during that time.
The following evening I was taken from the room by two guards
into another room where I was met by two women from the Sisters
of Light. They helped me to bathe, then placed a satiny white
robe over my nude body. My feet were left bare. The robe
reached the floor and was tied at the waist with a white cord.
It had a cowl-like hood and long loose sleeves. It did not have
ornamentation of any kind. The women told me that I should not
fight any more, that I could not avoid my destiny. They told me
what wonderful “blessings” I would receive by giving myself to
“my father Satan.”
I was transported to the meeting in a closed van so that I could
not see where we were going. This meeting was not held at the
Satanic church on the camp grounds. I caught only a glimpse of
the outside of the building as I was hurried inside. It had no
windows and was back in a woods. It looked like it was some
sort of storage building on a farm, though isolated, and there
was some straw on the wooden floor inside.
The building was dimly lit by many large flickering candles
around the walls. The candles were in groups of three, a black,
red and white candle in each group. There were 200 to 300
people present, seated on plain wooden benches facing the front
of the room. At the front was a wooden platform with torches
burning around the edge on about 5 foot tall poles. There was a
rough-hewn stone altar down in front in the middle of the
platform which looked like it was sitting on saw horses. (I was
to learn later that this was indeed the case to provide easy
movability.) The stone was gray with many brownish stains —
these stains were from the blood of the many sacrifices
performed on that altar, both animal and human.
In spite of my exhaustion and fear I felt a stirring excitement
as I felt the tremendous invisible power within that room and a
responding stirring of the power within me. Incense was burning,
filling the room with its odor. I think it had some sort of
drug in it because it quickly made me quite dizzy. The room was
absolutely silent as the robed hooded figures looked expectantly
at the empty stage. At some unseen signal many small hand-held
bells started ringing as the high priest and high priestess
stepped noiselessly on the stage out of the shadows.
The high priest and high priestess wore identical robes. The
robes were both of a black satin material, the same style as my
own, trimmed with red around the hood, down the front edges and
around the edges of the long full sleeves. Each was tied at the
waist with a golden cord. Their feet were also bare as were
everyone else’s. Each carried a scepter about 3 feet long. The
high priestess’ was gold. At the top was an inverted cross with
a serpent curling around the handle and up onto the cross. The
high priest’s scepter was of the same design but made of silver.
The scepters were carried reverently in the crook of their arms.
Their presence was commanding and I became aware really for
the first time of the tremendous power they had. and I envied
There were many heavily armed guards at that meeting both inside
and outside of the building. This was my first attendance of a
real cult meeting. All the rest had been games and play and
After the opening remarks I was taken forward to the front of
the altar by the two guards. I and the others were introduced
to the congregation as new members “anxious” to join. The high
priest first centered his attention on me. He said, “Brothers
and Sisters of Satan, we bring you this child, this one called
Sister Courage (that was my new name). We bring her to you for
she has asked to become one of us, and now unto our lord and god
our master, the master of the universe, and also the destroyer,
Satan, we say: this child, Sister Courage, we give unto you to
do your bidding to be what you want her to be. We have promised
her as you have given us the word to promise, your blessings.”
I was then given a knife to cut my finger with, but I refused to
do so. Instantly one of the guards brought a whip down hard on
my back causing me to writhe in agony, but I was determined not
to bow to them. With a flick of her hand the high priestess
signaled the guard to stop beating me. She spoke in a voice
dripping with disdain and said that there were much more
effective ways of showing me my error.
I watched in amazement as she and the high priest took up
positions on opposite sides of a large pentagram (five pointed
star) drawn on the floor in the middle of the stage. The
pentagram was drawn inside of a circle and a black candle sat at
each point of the star. With merely a wave of her hand the high
priestess lit all the candles at once without touching any of
them. Then she started an incantation, the high priest joining
in with the chant. The audience also chanted at certain points
when directed to do so by the ringing of the little bells.
Suddenly the pentagram was engulfed in a whoosh of smoke and
blinding light. The room was instantly filled with a foul odor
as of burning sulfur. A huge demon appeared in physical
manifestation in the center of the circle, flames surrounding
him. He was huge, about 8 feet tall. He glowered menacingly at
me, weaving back and forth. The high priestess (Grace) turned
to me and told me that if I did not obey and sign the contract
that I would be given to that demon to torture until he finally
killed me. That was enough for me! Never had I felt such fear,
but at the same time I lusted after the power displayed by Grace
(the high priestess). I was determined to become as powerful as
she so that I could get revenge on those people for all that had
been done to me.
When I signaled my willingness to sign the contract, two women
came forward and placed a black robe over my white one. The
black robe was made of a cotton material and was of the same
design as the white one. The black was a sign that I was no
longer a novice. I took the knife offered me and cut my finger
deeply. Then I dipped a quill pen in my own blood and signed
the contract with my name stating that I giving myself body,
soul and spirit to Satan.
Immediately after signing the contract, I was engulfed in an
electronic charge of energy which surged from the top of head
down to my toes. It was so strong that I was knocked to the
floor. As I lay on the floor trying to recover I realized that
Grace was doing another incantation. I struggled to my feet to
find that she had called up another demon. This one came down
to where I stood and told me that he was going to live in me.
He reached out and roughly grabbed me by the shoulders before I
had time to say anything. Immediately I felt agonizing, searing
heat go through my body and smelled sulfur strongly again. In
the midst of the agony I passed out and knew nothing more until
I was roughly loaded into the van for the return trip to the
camp. By that time I was so exhausted and dizzy from the lack
of sleep, the beatings I had endured, and the lack of food and
water, that I did not fully comprehend the significance of what
was happening to me.
I stayed at the camp for a week afterwards so that the most
noticeable of my cuts and bruises could heal. When I went home
I thought and felt that I was now one of the most powerful
people on earth. I knew that I had power that was beyond most
peoples’ imagination. I thought that nothing and no one could
How wrong I was!
::: Rise To Power :::
I was now a member of The Brotherhood, had a new name and was
what is known as a witch. About one month after I had signed
the contract with Satan I had my first meeting with the local
high priestess. The coven in my home town was fairly large,
about a thousand people. The high priest contacted me and told
me that she wanted to see me in her home. I was very surprised
to be called by such a high authority. Very few girls are ever
called to see the high priestess unless they are to be punished,
or if she has something specific for them to do. Her home was
elaborate and very beautiful and she ruled with an iron hand.
She told me, “You have been specially selected by Satan to be
trained for his work and to become a high priestess if you can
Within the satanist cult this is a great honor. You must be
highly ranked to be accepted for that type of training. The
high priestess was an elderly lady. She had been a high
priestess for many many years. She was very pretty even though
she was old. Her personality was one of friendliness and yet
there was something very cold about her. She knew that I was to
replace her. A high priestess is always destroyed when she is
replaced by another witch. She is commanded by Satan or one of
his high demons to train another witch to take her place. She
has no choice but to obey the command.
I thought it strange that she should ask me to be trained for
such a position as I was so young and a new member. What I didn’t
know at the time was that the demons that I already had were far
stronger than hers and that Satan had commanded her to teach me
exactly what they were, how to use them, and how, in the end, to
In my heart of hearts, I was not, and never would be, one for
destruction. I enjoyed living and I did not want to hurt this
lady, but I knew that if I did not, she would kill me.
I received intensive training in several areas for the next 20
months. I met with the high priestess mostly at her home or at
other meeting places where we met off in another room away from
the other members of the cult. We met often, at least weekly.
The contents of my training by the high priestess consisted
mainly of incantations. I learned how to conjure up spirits to
do my bidding. She taught me how to project and use that
strange power that I had felt within me for so long. She taught
me that those powers came from demons dwelling within me. She
also taught me protocol and how to conduct cult meetings as a
The Sisters of Light also participated in my training. They
were the principal ones responsible for training me to increase
in power as rapidly as I did. Through their training I learned
many secrets that most other high priestesses never know. They
asked me to join their society but I refused. Secretly I always
thought they were very strange.
Arrangements were made for training in the martial arts as well.
I already knew some Karate and Judo, but knew nothing about
Kung-Fu. I was given into the hands of a middle-aged Chinese
man who was a master of all three. He was a well-known lawyer
in my home town. He was kind to me, but a very tough task-
master. I learned much from him. He trained many cult people
from the whole surrounding area. He thought that I had much
potential and wanted me to participate in public competition.
I never did and never wanted to.
Learning the martial arts was a rigorous and very tormentive
type of training. I asked special demons to come into me to
give me the abilities I needed. The mind and the body must be
trained to move as one. I could jump many feet in the air, land
on my feet, make somersaults and come up and destroy someone
with my feet and/or hands. I became expert also in the use of
knives, num-chucks [sic], swords guns, bow and arrows, stars and
many types of oriental weapons that are not well known in this
country. Not only do high ranking members of the cult receive
such training, but a number of the lower ranking members also
receive it so that they can serve as guards, assassins, etc.
I was taught much about Satan, almost all of it lies. I was
taught about his power, about his love for me. How I had been
rejected by God. How Satan loved me and wanted me as his own
and about how I had been chosen among all women to be his high
priestess. The Sisters of Light also told me much about the
opportunity to become a regional Bride of Satan.
There are only 5 to 10 regional Brides of Satan in the U.S.
at any one time. It is a position of great honor and power.
The Sisters of Light told me they were sure I had the ability to
attain this high position. They constantly talked about all the
benefits I would gain if I reached it. I became determined to
gain that position.
The first demon that I actually saw, manifested to me in
physical form during that first ceremony when I signed the
contract. The next demon I actually saw, was the first ”
conjured-up” demon of my own. As I performed the appropriate
incantation he appeared in a cloud of smoke which smelled
strongly of sulfur. The whole episode was a very elaborate,
very staged type of thing, but he was very real. Again, he was
in a physical form.
He was huge, about eight feet tall. He had a body much like a
man, yet different. He was all black. We have since come to
know this class of demons as Black Warriors. He had fiery red
eyes, huge hands, and his armor was really his skin. It was
made up of thick, black, hard scales, something like a tortoise’s
shell. Each scale was about six inches square. I knew that
this was a powerful demon and I had called him up just to see if
I could do it. As he stood silently staring at me, I told him
that I was the “chosen one.” His response was, “I know who you
are, and I know that I am sent here to guard you and that
nothing will ever harm you as long as I’m here, and as long as
you serve the almighty Satan, our lord and our god.” His name
was Ri-Chan. He fought many battles both for me, and, when I
was disobedient to Satan, against me.
I saw and conversed with many demons after that. As my skill
grew in being able to see the spirit world, I was able to see
and talk with demons without them taking on a physical form.
Indeed, I rarely asked them to appear physically except on
occasions when I wanted to impress or frighten someone lower
in the cult than myself.
The next major demon I summoned was Mann-Chan. This was during
one of my training sessions with the high priestess in her home.
She told me that I was at a point in my training where I must
learn and do a very special incantation. She did not tell me
the purpose of the incantation and I did not ask. I knew this
day was an important one because of the special preparations
First, I drew on the floor with chalk a very large pentagram,
then drew a circle around it. (The purpose of the circle around
the pentagram is to keep the demon summoned inside the circle
unless you gave him permission to move out of it. The circle is
supposed to protect the witch from the demon who comes. In
reality, of course, the demons do pretty much whatever they want
so I quickly learned to be very careful not to summon a demon
that was stronger than the demons I had protecting me. )
Carefully, I placed a black candle in each corner of the
pentagram, then a much larger black candle in the center. All
six were lit. A table with a hot plate on it was set up close
to the side of the pentagram. The contents of a kettle had been
prepared earlier by the high priest. It was filled with
desecrated holy water, that is, holy water from a Catholic
church which the high priest then urinated into. He had also
taken a dog and killed it and drained its blood into a special
jar which he had given to me to take to the high priestess’
house. She then gave me some powders and herbs. The water in
the kettle was brought to the boil on the hot plate just before
I started the incantation.
I asked no questions, but obeyed the high priestess’ instructions
to the letter. I sat on the floor, staring into the black candle
in the center of the pentagram, murmuring: “O great Satan, the
power and builder and creator of the universe, I beg thee, give
me a demon to be the guide and light of my life — to give me all
wisdom and knowledge. My beloved, Oh master, grant to me my wish!”
At that point the high priestess spoke the name Mann-Chan to me.
I then said, “Mann-Chan come, you are welcome into my body, I
bid thee arise from your hiding place.” I took the powders and
herbs and blood and cast them into the boiling kettle. The
steam rose and immediately the room was filled with a very foul
odor, I then dipped a desecrated golden goblet into the kettle,
filling it. I set the goblet carefully down on the table and
waited expectantly. Within about five minutes the liquid in the
goblet had completely turned to powder. Then I took the goblet
and threw the powder from it into the flame of the large candle
in the center of the pentagram.
Immediately there was a whoosh and a huge flame. The candle
disappeared in blinding white light. As the light died down
over the next few seconds, I could see the figure of what
appeared to be an incredibly handsome young man. He had coal
black hair and piercing black eyes that radiated intelligence.
I hurried to my knees beside the pentagram. With a rag, I wiped
away the chalk to form a clear pathway through the pentagram.
The young man, who was actually the demon Mann-Chan in a
physical form, stepped through to the outside of the pentagram
on the pathway that I had made. He spoke to me in perfect
English in a gentle manner and with what seemed to be great love.
He told me that I was to be inhabited by him and he promised
that no harm would come to me. He told me that he would give me
all wisdom and knowledge, he would be my teacher and guide. He
called himself my “redeemer.” I agreed, very much awed by his
beautiful countenance. He then walked straight into me. But,
in the instant before he entered, he changed from the human form
to the demon he really was. HIDEOUS!
He was naked, his face had changed from beauty to hideous
cruelty. The beautiful coal black locks of hair had become dull
brown and were coarse and sparse and stubby like pig bristles.
His eyes were incredibly dark and evil, his mouth open to show
long sharp dirty yellow fangs. He had very long arms, his hands
had stubby fingers tipped with long sharply pointed nails. He
uttered a horrible hideous loud laugh of triumph as he stepped
directly into my body. I screamed out. First at the sight of
him, then at the pain of his entrance. Searing, agonizing pain,
such as I had never before experienced. I felt as if my body
was on fire. I felt as if I was going to die and at that
particular moment I wished with all my heart that I could do so.
Ri-Chan stepped forward on hearing my cry, thinking that
perhaps I was being attacked from without. But Mann-Chan spoke
to him and told him that it was he and not to worry. As the
pain died down, Mann-Chan told me that that was a small
demonstration of what I would get if ever I disobeyed him and
also to let me know that he was there to stay, that nothing, and
no one could ever make him leave!
>From that point on Mann-Chan was the main demon in my life. He
communicated with me by putting thoughts directly into my mind.
I communicated with him either by speaking aloud or by speaking
with my spirit body. I did not fully realize it then, but Mann-
Chan could not actually read my mind. He controlled me and kept
all my doorways open to Satan and the other demons so that they
could come and go as they chose, and also as I willed. My life
became centered around him. I gave all of my time and effort
trying to gain control of him, but he had more control of me
than I did him. Often he knocked me unconscious and completely
controlled my body, using it as he pleased, frequently speaking
through my mouth. He controlled when I ate and slept, how well
I did my work, how well I got along with people — my very life
I learned through him how to use demons, how to use them in
spiritual warfare. How to use them to strengthen my own spirit
body, how to use them in ceremonies against other people, other
witches, churches and even ministers of the gospel of Jesus
Christ. He gave me the ability to speak many languages and to
walk and talk with great authority and power.
But Mann-Chan was not the light that he promised or the thing of
love and beauty as I had first seen him. He was something evil
and rotten and was eating away at my soul and body, causing me
much suffering and much pain many many times because I would not
uphold or participate in human sacrifices. Life was a
continuous nightmare from that point on. I was living a double
existence. That is, I was a member of the satanic cult and also
simultaneously a member of a very large Christian church where I
taught and sang and participated in all sorts of activities. I
was torn constantly, never free for a moment, completely trapped.
I then began to have many battles with many witches. Battling
is done in several ways. The most common is for the stronger
witch to call the demons out of the weaker witch into herself,
thus making her even stronger and often resulting in the
destruction of the weaker because she no longer has the power to
defend herself. Demons have no loyalties. They will always go
to the stronger person. Satan’s entire kingdom runs on the
principle of competition; just the opposite of God’s kingdom
where everyone serves each other.
Battling is rarely if ever done on a physical plane, although
witches do often use demons to destroy the physical body of a
weaker witch. There was one witch in particular who attacked me.
Her name is Sarah. I tried to explain to her that if she did
not leave me alone I would have to destroy her. She did not
believe me and finally we entered into full battle. What I saw
was absolutely horrifying. I saw her grow weaker and weaker as
I called demon after demon out of her and into myself. At first
her demons fought back and I felt my own body being lifted up,
thrown against walls, my throat being strangled without the
sight of a physical hand. But what she saw was Mann-Chan and Ri-
Chan and many other demons coming against her. They were
tearing her body apart. She finally realized that I was truly
the chosen one, that I was to be the high priestess and that she
had lost the battle.
She withdrew in time to live and I thank God for that. She
ended up in the hospital for quite some time as a result of the
injuries she sustained in the battle.
My first meeting with Satan came shortly before the ceremony in
which I became the high priestess. He came to me in the
physical form of a man and we sat down and talked. He told me
that I was to be his high priestess, that I was very special to
him. He told me also that there had to be a sacrifice; more
blood had to be shed for my “purification” so that I could
become his high priestess. I hated that, but was relieved to
find that at least it was to be an animal sacrifice.
What I saw was a man, exceedingly handsome, very bright and
sunny and shining. He seemed to have great love for me and didn’t
seem to be in any way a danger to me. Mann-Chan gave no indication
of danger and neither did Ri-Chan. I was very much awed by this
meeting. I wanted him to come back, I felt a need deep down inside
for him. For the first time in my life I felt really loved. How
wrong I was. Satan hated my guts. He wanted only to use me for
his own benefit and then planned to destroy me.
I attended cult meetings very regularly during my 2 years of
training. The meetings were held in barns, churches, houses,
lodges, all different places. On the occasions when Satan was
personally present, I was drawn more and more to him like a moth
is attracted to a flame. He knew very well that he had me
Just before becoming a high priestess I saw a human sacrifice
for the first time. We were in an old barn with at least a
thousand people present. A small baby was used. She was
selected because her mother gave the child to be sacrificed and
thought it to be a great honor. The law never hears of these
babies because most of them are illegitimate, they are born at
home, the mother never sees anyone for prenatal care and no
record of the baby’s birth, or death, is ever made.
The baby was strapped down on a stone alter which was in the
shape of an upside-down cross. I will never forget the awful
sound of her screams as the high priest drove a sharp knife into
her chest and ripped out her living heart. He blood was then
drained off and drank first by the high priest and high
priestess, then by other members who wished to do so. Many did,
not only to receive new and stronger demons, but also because it
is believed that such sacrifices provide increased fertility and
that the children conceived under such circumstances would be
strong and intelligent and powerful in Satanism.
I could not get away. I was trapped within the crowd. I was
filled with horror. I was filled with emptiness and coldness
and despair. I wondered why Satan wanted such a sacrifice.
Wasn’t Christ’s blood enough? We were constantly being told
about Christ’s defeat on the cross and that He had been the
ultimate sacrifice to Satan. But I was to learn that Satan’s
desire for blood and destruction is insatiable.
My last and final battle with the high priestess was conducted
with the direct approval of Satan. It took place at a big
meeting in the church where I had first met the Sisters of Light.
Satan was there and with a single nod gave me permission to
take her on. She and I battled back and forth. She was very
old and the battle was short, lasting only about 20 minutes. I
did not kill her. I could not do that because I hold life very,
very dearly. She quit as soon as she saw that she had become
too weak to fight any longer. The following year she committed
Then came the ceremony of my becoming the high priestess. A
blood sacrifice was made, then I was taken to the front of the
room, or church. There were many, many people present because
it was a very high ceremony and Satan himself was present. I
was dressed in a robe of white with gold and red trimming. I
had a crown put upon my head made of pure gold. I then signed
another contract in my own blood declaring myself a high
priestess of Satan. No one in the room made a sound as I signed
that paper. Then the high priest, at a nod from Satan, rose to
declare that I was now the new high priestess. He proclaimed
that I was to be untouched by anyone else in the cult, by any
demon, high priest, witch, or high priestess of any other coven,
for I was “the chosen one.” The crowd became ecstatic, shouting,
chanting and dancing. Satan himself appeared to be overjoyed.
Again, he was in a physical form of a very handsome man, a man
of great brilliance and great authority. He was dressed all in
The congregation bowed down before me and praised me as the
great queen, as the queen of Satan, “lord god almighty,” that I
was and would forever be by his side and be able to convey to
them his every wish and command. I felt as if, for the first
time in my life, I had been truly accepted. I felt very proud,
very much uplifted, and very, very powerful to the point that I
thought that no one, including Satan himself, could destroy me.
I was then put upon the altar of stone, my clothes were all
taken off and Satan had sex with me to prove that I was his high
priestess. (The high priest and many others had sex with me
also.) The congregation went wild. Many of them were high on
drugs and alcohol and the meeting turned into a sex orgy. Then
Satan gave the most hideous laugh of triumph I have ever heard
in my entire life. My body became cold and rigid. I remember
feeling such guilt, such pain, such hurt. The cold and
emptiness that I felt that night I will never forget.
“And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of
the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of
God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took
them wives of all which they chose…There were giants [nephilim]
in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons
of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children
-Genesis 6:1,2 & 4