https://us15.campaign-archive.com/?u=012a44d6e7986cf7f82de120f&id=ccb2b476f3 12 Then He said to me, “Son of man, have you seen what the ……….do in the dark, every man in the chambers of his images? For they say, ‘The LORD does not see us. The LORD has forsaken the land.’ ” 13He also said to me, “Yet again you shall see greater abominations that they do.” 14 Then He brought me to the door of the gate of the house of the LORD which was toward the north. And women sat there weeping for Tammuz. 15 Then He said to me, “Have you seen this, O son of man? Yet again you shall see greater abominations than these.” 16He brought me into the inner court of the house of the LORD, and at the door of the temple of the LORD, between the porch and the altar, were about twenty-five men with their backs toward the temple of the LORD and their faces toward the east. And they worshipped the sun toward the east. 17 Then He said to me, “Have you seen this, O son of man? Is it a light thing to the house of Judah that they commit the abominations which they commit here? For they have filled the land with violence and have continually provoked Me to anger. And they put the branch to their nose. 18 Therefore I will indeed deal in fury. My eye shall not spare, nor will I have pity. And though they cry in My ears with a loud voice, yet I will not listen to them.” Ez 8 There must not be found among you anyone who makes his son or his daughter pass through the fire, or who uses divination, or uses witchcraft, or an interpreter of omens, or a sorcerer, Deuteronomy 18:10 and poured out innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, and the land was polluted with blood. Psalm 106:38 WWW THE RAGGED EDGE RADIO . COM LIVE NOTES by Russ Dizdar © 3 The pictures of that first satanic memory haunted me day and night. I couldn’t get them out of my head. When I met Joanna again she suggested I get them on paper by drawing them. With all of the talent of a four year old, I drew the images looping through my brain until they stopped. There was no way to capture the fear with crayons. There was no way to make sense of the black hooded figures, the blood, or the rape. But I was finally able to put the images down and let them go Katie. Satanic Ritual Abuse Exposed: Recovery of a Christian Survivor (p. 79). Revelation Gateway Publications, LLC. Kindle Edition. Memories of being taken to strange places for rituals complicated my understanding of the various affiliations and organizations with which my family was connected. How could so many people be involved and yet it seems no one knows? My mother took me to a Catholic monastery where nuns walked the halls in black gowns and white head coverings. I could hear her high heels on the cold stone floors. She gripped my hand firmly while we walked through the building. The ritual took place in a large underground room with no light. Candles lit the pentagram on the floor. The faces of other frightened children spooked me. This was a black mass amid Latin chanting and strange laughter. Blood was spilled everywhere while children whimpered in terror.
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