FRACTURED: When CRT Comes To Kill

By D. R. Gora

In 2017, a guided meditation became the opening through which a malign spirit entered the author’s life. Its possession of her body left her in terrible pain, both physical and emotional, as well as partly out of her own control. In her desperate search for help in the spiritual community of a major city, she was drawn into a world she never expected. D.R. Gora became a survivor of occult ritual abuse. Fractured is the remarkable story of an autistic woman and her experiences in a world of spiritual darkness where she was used, abused and deceived by people from whom she sought help. Her journey took her into the hands of practitioners of magick rituals who sought to use her to further their own spiritual “advancement”. The price of their advancement was her soul – and her life. She also made the startling discovery that those who practice occult ritual abuse may hide behind social justice causes, presenting a veneer of helping the community, while instead causing harm. Appropriating the culture of indigenous and Black peoples, these practitioners deceive the vulnerable by spinning a narrative that draws them in and distorts their beliefs and values. In her raw and emotional account, D.R. Gora lays bare the truth not only about what was done to her, but about the real intentions of these social justice pretenders. This is the story of her journey toward freedom and safety and what she has learned along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. R. Gora
• Release date: Jul 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005985950

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To those that have suffered Ritual Abuse, of Any Kind; Please report it to your local authorities. And keep reporting it until the threat is managed appropriately. This will not end until we Speak. Not just for those like us, but those fortunate enough not to be us, yet. Please don't let another be tortured. Our worst moments should not be lived by Others.

Bless those who remain and free those already gone.

- D. R. Gora

06.09.22

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Fractured – When CRT Comes To Kill

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Content

My Deepest Thanks

Fractured

Judas's Kiss Part 2 - A play date in hell

a paraphrased account of a very bad night. The words may sound fun, it wasn't. That night was one of the worst in my existence.

Judas' Kiss - Recording 1

Judas' Kiss - Recording 2

Judas' Kiss - Recording 3

Transcripts of 3 calls, with clarifications and additions.

My Reprieve...

Your master Speaks Judas's Kiss Part 1 & 3 – You Done

Mem’s Prayer - A Prayer of Purge

Matter Of Protocol

For Dad and Momma. This has been beyond comprehension. Thank you for teaching me the difference in life that matters. I Honor and Love You Both. I made it through.

My Deepest Thanks

When my descent into hell started spiraling out of control, very few people were able to stay within my life. What has happened to me, and others, what is still happening to others, is heinous beyond any humane measure and has no place in any rational version of a civilized society.

The people that have helped me through this have been traumatized just as I have. The difference in their trauma is, they witnessed the effects on my entire body, mind and soul being assaulted, unable to stop the aggression coming towards me. They were forced to watch me ride the rim of sanity, to stay ahead of the insane.

I've seen most of them cry for me, knowing if they extended a hand, they and their loved ones would be targeted as well. Some still extended their hands. And for that, I am forever grateful. To those that couldn't, I understand. Much love and respect to you. I understand the positions you were in. And I understand the value of Love. It is not a measure of love to be forced to decide between two lives. It was a horrible decision each of you were faced with. I bear no ill will.

To my partner of almost 30 years, thank you for having enough faith in me, to know I wouldn't lose myself. Thank you for making sure I could find my way back to me. Even when we could stay with each other no more. You stood beside me. You are my example of unconditional love. The rest of my words to you, will remain private. As are we.

To my Neuro-Psych: -), my Psychologist. I have no words that can thank you, enough. In my most horrible moments, you kept me grounded. You've never treated me anything but human. And there have been so many moments I have felt anything but human.

Thank you for letting me breathe. Thank you for letting me shudder. Thank you for giving me room to cry. Thank you for allowing me to express... In safety. The absolute trust I have in you is unmatched to any human in this place. You've never been anything but kind, gracious and giving. I wish I could write the most beautiful words to thank you, but I can't see them. Thank you for saving me.

To the two Mercedes sisters from San Diego, * big, crooked smile *, thank you for standing up for me.

To the younger sister, thank you. You were my keel. The hours upon hours listening to me. The times you set the phone down, and let me drone and drone, to pick up the phone and say, you've spoken for 3 hours, do you realize you have now looped back to the beginning, incessantly.

Thank you for letting me verbally process everything that was happening. Thank you for calling me on my bullshit. And there was a lot of my own bullshit. Thank you for offering sound guidance.

A couple of years you did this. You even took me to the airport when I fled the country. You showed me courage and kept me brave in those moments. Thank you for keeping my mind on point, and sharp.

Thank you for keeping my feet grounded, my heart intact and my eyes focused. I don't know how you did it, but I will always love you for it. Your Momma and Dad broke the mold on you.

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To the Wise Woman north of Dallas... Thank you for your words. Had it not been for your words, I would not have found my Anchor.

To my sister in England. Thank you for all you did to help me piece my soul back together. There is nothing greater to me, than a stranger that loves enough... to keep another stranger alive.

You kept me safe. You made sure no one of ill will approached. You watched my heart failing, twice, and held my hand both times as I told you I wasn't ready to die. A stranger. You did that for a stranger. Thank you, sister. Things are working out for the Light. Just as you reassured me, they would.

To the One in Africa. Thank you. Your prayer cemented my mind. And I hope it's okay, at the back of the book I wrote down my daily prayer. You wrote the first few sentences. Thank you for showing me the Way. Many good times come.

There are two females within the Spiritual Community of Houston I would like to also thank.

To the First, thank you. You were the first person to tell me what was happening to me and why. Thank you for praying with me in front of a prayer fire. Thank you for protecting me in moments and in ways no one else could. All is well, and the rest will be too.

To the Second. Thank You for all you have done... and that's quite a few things that turned out to be significant to my healing.: -) You barely knew me, yet you extended a hand to help. Thank you for giving a stranger the time. You