What is Perpetration?

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One of the most healing things I have ever done was to join a Twelve-Step group for perpetrators. My therapist at the time was adamant that I shouldn’t do it. She hadn’t gotten very far with my belief in the lies they had told me about myself and was afraid that it would cement my guilt and embed it even deeper into my mind. I thought about what she was afraid of, took her objections seriously, and then decided to go.

As I had hoped, it was entirely liberating to be with others who had the same issue. There was one other ritual abuse survivor; the others all had different backgrounds and felt awful about different things that they had done. Some had done things as children, some as adults. Some had actively done things, other had caused harm by ignoring a situation. But everybody wanted to face their issues and nobody was going to try and talk anybody else out of their feelings.

Despite our differences, I found I could relate to every single person there. As I felt compassion for them, I started to feel a little compassion for myself. I can’t remember how long I went and whether I stopped going or the group disbanded. That tells you that it was back in the early ’90’s. If I knew of one today near me, I would go in a flash.

What a relief it was not to be told, “It wasn’t your fault.” In some contexts, this a fine thing to hear, in others it is like chalk on the blackboard. I felt misunderstood and diminished, as if my deeds were not important or the feelings I had about what I had done were somehow wrong. I should sit up and smile and say, “Oh, thank you! I’m glad to learn it wasn’t my fault. I feel so happy now that’s been taken care of.”

I remember once, in a peer support group, somebody told me I didn’t kill a cat. I mean, she said I had been tricked into killing it, but I did kill it. A snarky part of me came out and said, “So who killed it? Eleanor Roosevelt?” (When I was a kid, blaming Eleanor Roosevelt was a popular pastime for my parents and their friends.)

But she did have a point. She told me that I had been used as a tool and that I had had no desire to kill and no choice, any more than the knife had. That has stuck with me….but. The knife had no moral sense. If I were only a tool, why did I feel responsible?

I also don’t like to be told, “You were only a child.” At what age do you stop being a child and become accountable for your actions? The Catholic Church says six, the age of first communion. Many other Christian groups say at the time of conformation, which is usually around twelve or thirteen. In Judaism, it is when a child turns thirteen. The law says you can vote and sign a contract at eighteen, except that children under eighteen can be tried as adults for crimes they have committed. There seems to be no one magic age when some fairy godmother waves a wand and showers you with sparkles and poof! you are an adult.

So I could find no age at which I could, rationally, consider myself accountable. Being responsible for my actions just sort of crept up on me.

The context is important, too. Say the abuse is by your neighbors and it stops when your family moves when you are six. That’s real different from your handler dying when you are thirty-five without telling anybody else the passwords for your various programs. In both cases the abuse stops, but the path to healing looks very different. It is also different if some outside event made the abuse stop or if you fought hard to free yourself. There is still guilt but the shape and weight and flavor of the guilt is different.

I’d like to point everybody to an article that Ellen Lacter wrote and posted on her website. It is “For Those Who Condemn Themselves for Acts Coerced Under Torture” https://endritualabuse.org/coerced-under-torture/ It is a dense article and some parts can bring up disturbing memories and/or feelings that need to be absorbed and processed.

I’d suggest you take it slowly and allow each section (or even sentence) to really sink in before continuing. Usually, I give this advice feeling like a hypocrite because I have been known to devour whole books on ritual abuse in one sitting. This time, though, I could not zip through it. It took me weeks to finish it, as I kept coming back to parts that had that had struck a chord deep inside me. Like that Twelve-Step group for perpetrators, it has had a profound effect on me and I am very grateful to Ellen.

 

Upcoming Holidays

August
8/26 Full moon

September
9/3 Labor Day
9/5 – 9/7 Marriage to the Beast (Satan)
9/7 Feast of the Beast
9/22 Fall Equinox
9/24 Full Moon

October

10/13 Backwards Halloween
10/24 Full Moon
10/31 Halloween/Samhain/All Hallow’s Eve/ Hallomas/All Souls Day/Start of the Celtic new year

November
11/1 All Saints’ Day
11/22 US Thanksgiving
11/23 Full Moon

December

12/21 Yule/Winter Solstice
12/22 Full Moon
12/24 Christmas Eve
12/25 Christmas Day
12/31 New Year’s Eve

Dates important to Neo-Nazi groups
9/1 N Start of WW2
(Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lamas, Halloween, solstices, equinoxes, and full moons.)

Fantasies of Killing People

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Fantasies of Killing People

I was pretty sure that my last post on school shootings would bring up a lot. I was right. First I had a few nights with pretty bad dreams. Then things started to bubble to the surface during the day.

The first thing that came up was remembering sitting in the back seat of the car as my father took us on a road trip, eight hours a days for two days. It was pretty boring. I amused myself by pretending I had a rifle and shooting each adult we passed. I had to be really alert, as most of our driving was through countryside and I didn’t want to miss a single one. I never shot kids or animals, though. Or windows of houses we passed, either. Just men or women spotted along the road.

When I was older, through my teens and twenties, I would imagine killing somebody at random and covering my tracks so I would not be discovered. Again, never a child or an animal. (It’s not as easy to figure out how not to be caught in these days of surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.)

I felt no guilt or shame about these fantasies st the time, and I felt no anger, either. I did feel pride at my skill at killing and at never being discovered. I felt no pull to act on my fantasy; I just wanted to float in a daydream of killing people. These are my feelings, or lack of them, today, too. I feel no desire to have those fantasies again except perhaps to get more information about what was going on in my head back then.

I told my therapist all this, and she sat up straighter and said, “I have heard that before from other survivors.” The targets were always adults and sometimes her clients fantasizing felt anger at what adults had done to her as a child. Sometimes the anger was split off, as it was, apparently, with me. It made total sense, but, so far nobody has shared fantasies like this with me, so I felt it was just me being peculiar.

I have heard fantasies from adult male survivors of coming across a man hurting a child and either killing him, beating him up, or getting him arrested. These fantasies seem to be an escape valve for their anger and a way of compensating for their childhood helplessness. I didn’t make the connection with my fantasies because their violence had an easily identified motive, to protect an innocent child. Mine had no conscious motive. I had a mild interest in what these fantasies were all about but it wasn’t strong enough for me to start digging for meaning.

When I first remembered, I was bathed in guilt for not having suicided instead of hurting another child. I knew that child would just be hurt by somebody else but at least they couldn’t force ME to do it. And yet in reality they could, and I did. So during that period I had many, many fantasies of suiciding as a child. My favorite was coming into a ritual with dynamite, or having hidden dynamite at the site beforehand, and setting it off, taking all the adults out along with me. I made sure that the kids hadn’t been brought to the scene yet and so they all managed to live.

I took a break from writing this and played with the cats, letting one of them type. He said, “w34rer4,” for what it’s worth. But the writing spell was broken. Now I wonder why anybody would be interested in this – surely all of you have parts that are furious at what was done to them and want revenge on their abusers. Surely all of you have had vivid fantasies of revenge and connected the dots year ago.

You’re probably a bit bewildered as to why I am figuring it out this late in life and why it all seems bright and new and important. But that’s the way it goes for me. There are so many childhood mysteries and not all of them are fully understood, even if they are remembered.

Upcoming Holidays


August

8/1 Lammas/Lughnasadh

8/26 Full moon

September

9/5 Labor Day

9/5 – 9/7 Marriage to the Beast (Satan)

9/7 Feast of the Beast

9/22 Fall Equinox
9/24 Full Moon
October

10/13 Backwards Halloween

10/24 Full Moon

10/31 Halloween/Samhain/All Hallow’s Eve/ Hallomas/ All Souls Day/Start of the Celtic new year.
November

11/1 All Saints’ Day

11/22 US Thanksgiving

11/23 Full Moon
December

12/21 Yule/Winter Solstice

12/22 Full Moon

12/24 Christmas Eve

12/25 Christmas Day

12/31 New Year’s Eve

Dates important to Neo-Nazi groups

9/1 N Start of WW2
10/12 Hitler’s half birthday
10/15 Death of Goering

10/16 Death of Rosenburg
11/9 Kristallnacht

(Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lamas, Halloween, solstices, equinoxes, and full moons.)

About Breeders in Satanic Cults: Part 2

There has been a lot of interest in this topic among our readers, so much so that I would like to collect personal accounts for an anthology.

I can do the editing and set up, but I need your help to let people know that a book is in the works. It would mean posting a notice on your blog, if you have one, and letting all your RA/MC contacts, therapists as well as survivors, know about the project. Ask them to spread the word. And, if this is in their background, ask them to consider writing something – an account of what happened and how it affected them, a rant, a poem, whatever moves them.

There are 300-plus people following my blog at this point, and if, say, half of them helped  out this way, I am sure it would come together quite quickly. And I would feel SOOOO supported!!

Tell the people you contact to get in touch with me at rahome@ra-info.org or use the comment section of this blog. And if you don’t get an answer, write a comment telling me that your email didn’t go through.

 

Here is another account of a survivor’s experience as a breeder. I thank Tracy with all my heart for her courage and generosity in sharing her horrific experiences.

 

Almost everything I write about on here is from a distance. I’m able to close off the emotions …. which I don’t think is a good thing. Let’s see how this memory goes.

I know I was brought into the cult for breeding purposes. They didn’t treat me any different. I still went thru all the horrors except when I was pregnant.

I got pregnant during mass rapes. They had me back up against the tree and one man after the other would rape me. Those bastards always wore their hoods on those days so I never saw their faces or eyes. Damned if I didn’t try to make them look me in the eye, but they were cowards. Satan would be amongst the group, usually the last man to rape me. With Satan being last, they figured his seed would be the one that impregnated me

Once a pregnancy was confirmed, I was given a Matron who would follow me everywhere. She would come to my home and make me drink “bull semen” to strengthen the hopefully male child.

I can visualize her in the grocery store, near my school, every where I went. She wore a long navy blue or dark skirt that went to her ankles. Underneath was a white scalloped edge slip, which was visible all the time. One time in the hospital, there was a book sale. I picked one up and there was a drawing of the exact dress my Matron wore. It flipped me out! Confirmation found haphazardly. I wasn’t making it up!

Once pregnant was a safe time for me. I was treated tenderly….. they wanted this child.  I hid my growing belly with loose tops and baggy dresses. They also taught me how to hunch over when I walked, so my belly wasn’t prominent.

We took trips, taking me out of school, once to Bermuda. I don’t have many recollections of what happened on those trips. I guess that will come in time.

On sacrificial days, when I was 7-8 months pregnant, the process was as follows.  I was put on a table, out in the clearing, and strapped down. My arms were spread out and strapped for the IVs.  Our family doctor was there and lots of Matrons stood around me. The rest of the cult were to my left, high with anticipation. They must have drugged me cos I don’t have body memories. At least not before the child was born.

One of my alters just said “forceps,” so I guess they used implements in getting the baby out.

My first child was female. I can hear her crying and they showed her to me, scolding me in angry tones. I never got to hold her.

My happy pregnant days were over. My girl baby was held by her foot, upside down. There was a gold chalice held under the baby as she dangled there, and they slit her throat. They caught all of her blood, which was later ingested. She was taken to Satan and he was raving mad. I was screamed at, useless piece of shit. Can’t recall everything that was said but the whole group joined in with condemnation.

I was made to drink her blood first, then the rest of the cult got some.

My second pregnancy and birth were the same. I gave birth to a female, which was really bad. I was chastised for being a stupid cunt that couldn’t give them the bastard child …. This baby was held by her feet and swung around, killing her by shaking her poor body this way and that. This baby girl was shoved in my face and I was forced to take a bite of her. She was cannibalized by myself and other members of the cult. It was disgusting. I feel nauseous now remembering. The members who got a bite were high, like the baby was hallucinagenic. I lay on the bed watching with no way of stopping this from happening. Their blood smeared smirks either yelled or praised me, confusing my mind if I was good or bad. When there was no more to the baby except bones, she was thrown into a large cauldron with other organs or bones of deceased children and animals. It was to make a potent drink to strengthen the breeders and the group. They cooked my baby.

There were probably other sacrificed babies, but I don’t know for sure.

The last pregnancy went beautifully, being treated special and not having to go thru most of the rituals. My alters are saying “forceps, bloody mess and knives.” They are saying “afterbirth.” which I guess made a mess when they took it out.

This child was the bastard child, a male, and it was what I was born to make. I was the best girl cos I accomplished it. Never getting to see my boy, they took him right away and went out the right path while the cult went crazy with dance, shouts and chanting.

Those were the three babies I remember. I have a feeling it happened more. I think I was nine for the first baby. Then it would start all over once my body was ready for another pregnancy. I believe hormones were given to me to develop early.

I went for a gyno check up years later and asked if they had a way of telling me how many children I had had. I thought maybe there would be a scar in the uterus where the baby lived for awhile. Doc told me no, there was no way. In my 50’s, after having an ablation done, he made a remark how badly my uterus was scarred.

I don’t know when these types of truths will come out, about how many babies I provided them. And I’ll never know if my son is walking the earth.

I’m depleted after writing this down. I’m also feeling very spacy. My hopes are that someone will get some clarity and know she is not crazy. There are a lot of breeders out there, it’s just a very difficult thing to believe …. and tell.

Blessing of Light and Love

Tracy

 

Upcoming Holidays

March  
3/20 Spring Equinox
3/24 Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan
3/25 Palm Sunday
3/30 Good Friday/Death of Jesus Christ
3/31 Full Moon (Blue Moon)
April
4/1 Easter Sunday
4/1 April Fool’s Day
4/8 Day of the Masters
4/10 Full Moon
4/16 – 4/23 Grand Climax/Da Meur/ (Preparation for sacrifice in some Satanic sects}
4/30 Walpurgisnacht/May Eve
May
  
5/1 Beltane/May Day/ Labour Day in Europe
5/13 Mothers’ Day
5/28 Memorial Day
5/29 Full moon

Dates important to Neo-Nazi groups
1/30 Hitler named Chancellor of Germany
4/20 Hitler’s birthday (Note: Hitler was born on Easter, so Nazis celebrate his actual birthday, 4/20, and Easter of the current year. His alternate birthday is 4/1 this year.)
4/30 Anniversary of Hitler’s death
(Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lamas, Halloween, solstices, equinoxes, and full moons.)