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
destroy me.
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
qualify"
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
destroy her.
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
high priestess.
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
made.
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
itself.
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
trapped.
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
suicide.
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
shining white.
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
to them"
-Genesis 6:1,2 & 4
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