Dormant fear?
As a child, I often saw people looking up. Their eyebrows would raise, they would look back at the person they were in the car with, for example, and they would disappear from sight. They could see that I was in the back of the car with a naked upper body in the middle of winter with a man at the wheel who couldn't possibly be my father in terms of age. It was seen, it was found odd and there stopped a remarkable thought in someone's head.... or not?
A tale of hope
As a child, I was always on my guard. I trusted no one and danger could come from any corner. At home it was unsafe. Men regularly came to rape me in my small bedroom, but above all, my grandfather or uncle often came to pick me up to take me to cult meetings and sex parties.
I learned to sacrifice animals and people, I learned to worship Satan and I learned to survive in almost every aspect of my life. I split and gained dozens of personality parts. Parts that were deeply hidden inside and held memories and parts that learned to bear daily life no matter what.
In the Netherlands and elsewhere
Does (satanic) ritual abuse really exist? An important question. Here are some sources of information on the Netherlands and elsewhere. You can also find some information about this at lichtsopsrm.com, ..... Source: Argos - investigative journalism by VARA/HUMAN with radio programmes/podcasts Netherlands ''Glass shards and dark rituals'' - Argos investigates satanic ritual abuse ''Sanne Terlingen on ritual abuse''. - How [...]
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