Sisters of Light
Sub-Figura vel Liber Caeruleus
"He Came To Set the Captives Free"
1992 by Rebecca Brown, MD
P.O. Box 65 Clinton, AR 72031
Elaine and The
Sisters of Light
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, we hereby challenge you to read it in itís 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 eclectic 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 biochemical name which has been coined to
describe the enzyme which produces luminosity in fireflies is, in
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 extraction, anyone?
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.
We 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, isnít this precisely what we expect of them? "Little
space aliens," anyone?
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 us 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."
Here is far more to this milint
involvement than mere "remote viewing," folks.
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 invigorating for the parasitic perps. "Abductions,"
"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
-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), we speak with a great deal of authority on the subject.
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 didnít
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 didnít 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 didnít know she was a
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 youíre
lonely and down, and I think I have something that can help you.
The church weí re going to doesnít really care about you, and God doesnít really care about you. If
He did, you wouldnít 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 didnít
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 Lindseyís book, Satan Is Alive
And Well On Planet Earth, and in Mike Warnkeís 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
-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 otherís 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 babyís
birth is never registered, neither itís 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
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
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
1700ís. 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 Mosesí 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 íround, some didnít. 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
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 powerhouse 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
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
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
personís uplifting or for his downfall. It made no difference as
long as there was someone elseís name on the paper as well as my
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
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 Iím not bowing myself to any woman!"
He swung at me, his fist catching me full force in the temple. I
donít 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 Satanís 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
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 elseís.
Each carried a scepter about 3 feet long. The high priestessí was
gold. At the top was an inverted cross with a serpent curling around
the handle and up onto the cross. The high priestís 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
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 peoplesí
imagination. I thought that nothing and no one could destroy me.
How wrong I was!
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 didnít 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
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 taskmaster. 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 tortoiseí 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
"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 Iím 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 priestessí 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 priestessí 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
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 MannChan 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.
Satanís entire kingdom runs on the principle of competition; just
the opposite of Godís 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 RiChan 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
What I saw was a man, exceedingly handsome, very bright and sunny
and shining. He seemed to have great love for me and didnít 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 babyís birth, or death, is
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
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. Wasnít Christís blood
enough? We were constantly being told about Christís defeat on the
cross and that He had been the ultimate sacrifice to Satan. But I
was to learn that Satanís desire for blood and destruction is
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