Ritual Abuse – the Gift that Keeps on Giving

Upcoming Satanic and Nazi holidays  
Please note that Satanic sects build the year around pagan holidays Christian holidays, and major secular holidays. It is the Neo-Nazi groups that defile Jewish holidays.
Also see: August Ritual Dates https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/august-ritual-dates/
Fall Equinox https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/the-fall-equinox/
Labor Day https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/labor-day/
9/1 (Nazi) Start of WW2:  9/5 (Satanic) Labor Day (US and Canada):  9/5 – 9/7 (Satanic) Marriage to the Beast:  9/7 (Satanic) Feast of the Beast:  9/16 (Satanic) Full Moon:  9/17 (Nazi) Hitler’s alternate half-birthday:  9/20 – 9/21 (Satanic) Midnight Host:  9/22 (Satanic and Nazi) Fall Equinox


Some gift.

First I thought that when I became independent and didn’t have to do what my parents said, things would be fine.

Then I thought if I could only figure out what was wrong with me, I would be fine.

If I married, if I had kids, if I went to graduate school, if I lost five pounds, I finally would be happy.

Then I thought if I could shake my depression, I would be fine.

I got married, had kids, got my degree, and am no longer depressed, thanks to Wellbutron. I still have a few pounds to lose  –  aha! that must be it!

Seriously, what’s wrong is my ritual abuse background. I’ve worked like hell on ritual abuse for many years, and I think things are probably almost as good as they are going to get. They might slowly get even a little bit better in the next few years. If they do, I won’t complain.

It’s true. Ritual abuse affects your whole life, every single year of it, right through the “Golden Years.” <snicker>

I’ll tell you what set off this rant. An article from WebMD News by Amy Norton entitled “Serious Infections Tied to Suicide Risk: Danish study finds greater association in those hospitalized with HIV or hepatitis.” It is an easy-to-read description of an article by  Lena C. Brundin, MD, PhD and Jamie Grit, BSc  “Ascertaining Whether Suicides Are Caused by Infections.” JAMA Psychiatry online, August 10, 2016. It is at https://archpsyc.jamanetwork.com/article.aspx?articleid=2542678  The abstract and first page are free; the rest of article can be purchased. The WebMD article is at http://www.webmd.com/mental-health/news/20160810/serious-infections-tied-to-suicide-risk

Denmark has kept marvelous medical records since 1977. The National Patient Registry includes all inpatient, outpatient, and emergency room visits. It is a health care statistician’s dream come true.

The authors studied patients who had been hospitalized for infections and compared them to those who had not had infections. Their suicide rate was 42% higher. The suicide rate of people hospitalized with HIV/AIDS or hepatitis, both really serious infections, was more than twice that of people who had had neither HIV/AIDS or hepatitis.

It’s known (but not by me, this was the first I had heard of it) that inflammation can cause depression. Interferon, used to treat some infections and some cancers, causes an inflammatory response; almost half the people on interferon become seriously depressed. It’s not that it’s depressing to have an infection or cancer because people taking other drugs have far lower rates of depression.

So…inflammatory factors can cross the blood/brain barrier. If my body is inflamed, I get depressed. And if I am depressed, my body becomes inflamed.

One of the main after-effects of ritual abuse is depression. If the body isn’t already inflamed from the abuse (which it surely is), the depression causes inflammation. Or makes the body become more inflamed. That explains why so many us are chronically sick – and depressed – as adults.

I’ll offer myself as an example. Looking back, I can see I was clearly depressed by first grade. Suicidal ideation appeared briefly as an adolescent and then became chronic in my late thirties. Interestingly, when I was thirty I had a mysterious illness that caused pain in my hands, arms and legs. It hurt to even hold a pen. Was it fibromyalgia? The only diagnosis offered was, “Middle-aged women sometimes get this.” It cleared up in my forties when I took an antidepressant.

Unfortunately, the antidepressants I took made me gain 80 pounds. Obesity causes inflammation. Inflammation causes arthritis. Arthritis causes inflammation. Luckily the antidepressant I am on now doesn’t make me gain weight. I am on antidepressants for life because every time I try to stop I fall into a black depression and the suicidal thoughts come back.

After living with arthritis for over twenty years, I can no longer walk without a walker and can only go about a quarter of a block without sitting down. I don’t know what the next chapter of this story will be, but I hope the pace of the arthritis will slow now that I am neither obese nor depressed.

I think that if we could take great good care of our bodies when we are young we could avoid some of the conditions that cause inflammation. Dealing with the ritual abuse itself can lessen depression. Then we might get fewer diseases that cause inflammation when we get older and our depressions might be milder. But it is unrealistic to expect this amount of self-care when we have no idea that we are ritual abuse survivors or we are in the early chaotic stages of remembering. It takes all our energy just to stay alive. Besides, we were not taught self-care as kids and we have to painstakingly learn it as adults.

It is so unfair. There ought to be a rule that a person only has so much suffering in their life. Or that they get equal amounts of suffering and happiness. But it doesn’t work that way. The shadow of ritual abuse falls across our whole lives, like it or not.

Labor Day

I don’t think that Labor Day is a very important Satanic holiday, although I may be wrong. I think its value to the cults lies mainly in being a three day weekend, a time when people can abuse children, animals, and helpless adults at leisure.

Here’s some background on Labor Day. If any of it resonates with you, would you consider sharing in the comments section?

In Canada, the first Labour Day was held in 1872 with a parade in support of the Toronto Typographical Union’s strike for a 58-hour work-week. The first Labor Day in the United States was planned by the Central Labor Union and celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City. The first State to make it a legal holiday was Oregon, in 1887. By 1894, 31 States had enacted laws, and Congress made it a Federal holiday that same year, specifying that it be held on the first Monday of September.

The September date was chosen over International Workers’ Day, which is on May 1, because President Grover Cleveland didn’t want it to be connected to Communist, Socialist, and Anarchist movements. About 80 countries celebrate on May 1, and others, such as Australia, chose different days with special meaning in their countries. Beltane rituals far overshadow whatever meaning Labor Day might have to Satanic cults in those countries with May observances.

Originally, Labor Day in North America was celebrated publicly with parades, speeches by politicians. and political demonstrations. Today, picnics, barbecues, and fireworks are more popular. And, of course, it is the start of the football season and an occasion for mega-sales.

Back in 1999, I decided to honor myself for all the hard work I had put into dealing with ritual abuse.  It feels good to read what I wrote —

I never saw much to celebrate in Labor Day; it seemed a manufactured holiday, an excuse for a long weekend. Since I have started healing, however, I find I am viewing it differently.

It is indeed labor — hard, hard work — to heal from ritual abuse. The little details of life that most people don’t even think about come with an incredible amount of baggage from the past. To do the simplest thing can feel like slogging through molasses and can take hours of effort.

Instead of looking at all the things I can’t do, or the things I do slowly and with agony, I am trying to recognize just how badly hurt I was as a child to result in such difficulties. It is hard emotional labor to write a letter. More labor to address the envelope. Still more to put on a stamp (and I actually had to enter a public building to get that stamp). Then I have to leave the safety of my apartment to go mail it in one of those big scary blue boxes.

Year after year, I have done the things that needed to be done despite all the fear and anxiety. Before memories, during memories, and after memories, the bills got paid, the birthday cards got sent. Sometimes late, but things always were taken care of.

So I think I deserve a Labor Day of my very own. Actually, I think I deserve three hundred and sixty five of them. I think we all do!