https://us15.campaign-archive.com/?u=012a44d6e7986cf7f82de120f&id=ccb2b476f312 Then He said to me, “Son of man, have you seen what the ……….do in the dark,every man in the chambers of his images? For they say, ‘The LORD does not see us.The LORD has forsaken the land.’ ” 13He also said to me, “Yet again you shall seegreater abominations that they do.”14 Then He brought me to the door of the gate of the house of the LORD which wastoward the north. And women sat there weeping for Tammuz. 15 Then He said tome, “Have you seen this, O son of man? Yet again you shall see greaterabominations than these.”16He brought me into the inner court of the house of the LORD, and at the door ofthe temple of the LORD, between the porch and the altar, were about twenty-fivemen with their backs toward the temple of the LORD and their faces toward theeast. And they worshipped the sun toward the east.17 Then He said to me, “Have you seen this, O son of man? Is it a light thing to thehouse of Judah that they commit the abominations which they commit here? Forthey have filled the land with violence and have continually provoked Me to anger.And they put the branch to their nose. 18 Therefore I will indeed deal in fury. Myeye shall not spare, nor will I have pity. And though they cry in My ears with aloud voice, yet I will not listen to them.” Ez 8There must not be found among you anyone who makes hisson or his daughter pass through the fire, or who usesdivination, or uses witchcraft, or an interpreter of omens, or asorcerer, Deuteronomy 18:10and poured out innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters,whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, and the land was polluted with blood. Psalm 106:38 WWW THE RAGGED EDGE RADIO . COM LIVE NOTES by Russ Dizdar © 3The pictures of that first satanic memory haunted me day and night. I couldn’t getthem out of my head. When I met Joanna again she suggested I get them on paperby drawing them. With all of the talent of a four year old, I drew the images loopingthrough my brain until they stopped. There was no way to capture the fear withcrayons. There was no way to make sense of the black hooded figures, the blood,or the rape. But I was finally able to put the images down and let them goKatie. Satanic Ritual Abuse Exposed: Recovery of a Christian Survivor (p. 79).Revelation Gateway Publications, LLC. Kindle Edition.Memories of being taken to strange places for rituals complicated myunderstanding of the various affiliations and organizations with which my familywas connected. How could so many people be involved and yet it seems no oneknows? My mother took me to a Catholic monastery where nuns walked the hallsin black gowns and white head coverings. I could hear her high heels on the coldstone floors. She gripped my hand firmly while we walked through the building. Theritual took place in a large underground room with no light. Candles lit thepentagram on the floor. The faces of other frightened children spooked me. Thiswas a black mass amid Latin chanting and strange laughter. Blood was spilledeverywhere while children whimpered in terror.