occult rituals pt 1

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
using them.

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 5x5 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
them.

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
show.

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.