John Van Meter Case Analysis

I'm going to tell you about one of my cases and then in the lectures in the future I will tell you about individual cases I've worked and investigated that absolutely without any question establishes there is a conspiracy and infiltration into the lower levels of the government all the way to the White House. And this is the John Van Meter case. On Halloween 2004, John Van Meter, a woodsman from Wisconsin, had attended a conference in Sonoma County, California. And after the conference, he was driving home, and he saw five or six automobiles, black automobiles, with people in them, driving into the woods. He did a U-turn and came back, a safe distance from what was taking place. He could see a fire. He could see a girl in the nude tied against a tree. And most of the people there were in the nude. And he said, this is not right. So somebody shot at him. And he got his gun out, being a woodsman, he carried a gun, and he shot back. Long story short, he shot and killed four of them, broke up the ceremony, and rescued the girl, carried her over and put her in the car. The others scattered, and he chased the leader into the woods and shot and killed him. Okay, he had a pretty exciting evening that night, didn't he? He looked at the body of the leader and took a card out, a little business card out, and on the back of it was a 202 area number, area code. The next day he called and a female answered the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The next day he called and the line had been disconnected. And when he was chasing the leader through the woods, they had a running conversation. And the leader said, we have the police and the FBI in our hip pocket here. If you kill me, you'll live in a 10 by 10 cell the rest of your life. So John ends up reporting to the police, Sonoma County, and goes back home. And they filed charges against him, claiming that he filed a false report. And they waited four days to go out into the woods and search the area. The police did. And so he hires an attorney in Sonoma County. And the attorney says, don't come back here. It's corrupt. Law enforcement's corrupt. You'll end up serving time. The attorney worked out a deal with them, with John, to fine him $10,000. and a year probation, two years probation, I think, and no jail time. They said that he shot himself. Okay. He goes back to Wisconsin in April. April the 19th, 2006, a year and a half later. Anybody remember that day? That's a really significant date in Oklahoma City, Waco. He goes out in the woods, and he's a woodsman at that. And two fellows come out, drive out, park the car, get out, and he hears one of them say, he's mine. He has another gun battle. He knocks one of them down four times, the other one down twice. And they had enough, they took off. He goes to the police, and he tells the police what happened. And they say he shot himself. He was shot nine times with six different weapons. His pickup truck had 25 bullets in it, and he shot himself. So John had a trial. They tried him. We brought an expert in from Madison. I went to the trial. We brought an expert in from Madison, Wisconsin, who said he could not possibly have shot himself based on the circumstances. And John was tried and convicted. And they changed their story from he shot himself to... to, he lied to the police. John told me, sure, I had lied to the police. I didn't trust him. Why would I not lie to the police? So that shows you, and by the way, he's placed on probation, and during the one-year probation out of Wisconsin, somebody planted a marijuana plant in his garden. Obviously, they wanted the probation officer to find it. The probation officers came by regularly, searched his home without a search warrant, looking for guns, looking for booze. You can't have either one when you're on probation. And then last February the 6th, his house burned to the ground early in the morning. So that just shows you how the corruption has permeated down to the very lowest level, Sonoma County and Lincoln County, Wisconsin. This man could not possibly have shot himself. As I said, he was shot nine times with six different weapons. I have a copy of the letter here that the girl wrote. By the way, she's in hiding. She changed her name several times. And nobody knows. other than John and a few others, about her whereabouts. Was she kidnapped? Yeah, she was kidnapped. She was kidnapped out of a parking lot in Oakland. Four guys came at her in daylight and shot her in the thigh with a needle. She lost consciousness, and they put her in a van. Would you like to have me read the letter that she wrote? Okay. I'm the woman from the satanic cult abduction case on Halloween. I'm scared to death of them finding out. finding out who I am, so I'm not coming forward. The only person I'm ever going to tell is my brother. By the way, she jumped in the car and drove into Oakland and called her brother, and her brother came and picked her up. She was in the nude, by the way. She had no clothes on. He thinks it would be best if I stay anonymous, but he has convinced me to write down everything I remember exactly as I did. I can and send it to the police. So this is what I'm doing. They were going to rape and murder me and I hope they get caught. People need to know what's happened to me. I'm so scared they will find out who I am. I'm riding on an old typewriter so it won't be on my hard drive. It started Saturday night. I was walking across the parking lot in Oakland. Four guys got out of a car and grabbed me. They gave me a shot with a hypodermic needle in my thigh. I was unconscious for seconds. When I woke up up, I had handcuffs on behind my back. My feet were tied together. The handcuffs were tied to something I couldn't move. They put tape over my eyes and my mouth. I didn't know where I was or how long I was there. I was thirsty and felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to go to the bathroom. I was terrified. I laid there and thought about what had happened to me over a long period of time. I'm not a religious person, but I prayed for the first time in my life for God to save me. I must have, I went to sleep and dreamed. In a dream, I saw a big white dog. It sat down, turned its head sideways, and looked at me. I felt like the dog was a girl dog, and she came to help me. I can't explain it any other way. Then I got up and ran away. I don't know why I'm even saying this. It just seems weird and real. I woke up again. I had to go to the bathroom so bad I finally gave up and urinated in my pants. It was awful. Then it was wet and cold. After a long time, I heard noises like a car. door opening and a couple of guys grabbed me. One guy said, bitch, pissed on the floor. The other guy said something like, shut up, clean it up and load the... I'm pretty sure now I was in the back of a van. They took me into a house or something. The guy said, if you cooperate, we won't hurt you. If you struggle, we will kill you. Is that understood? I nodded my head yes. What could I do? He said, would you like something to drink? I nodded yes, and they took the tape off my mouth and gave me some water or something. It tasted funny. They started taking my clothes off, and I was sure they were going to rape me. The guy said, just relax, we're not going to give you, we're going to give you a bath now. They guided me into a bathtub and washed me all over with a cloth and shampooed my hair. I was really scared. It was weird. They dried me off and blew my hair dry with a blower dryer and a brush. They put tape back on my mouth and put a white terrycloth robe on me. They set me down on the chair. I couldn't see anything because the tape on my mouth was on my head. my eyes. I could see the voice. I could hear voices in another room. I was getting pretty sleepy. I think that there was something in the water they gave me. Then a couple of guys got to me. They took me out and put me in the back of the van and drove away. I knew there were other people in the van, but they didn't talk. They just played this loud instrumental heavy metal music. They drove me for a long time. I felt very sleepy. After a long time, the van stopped. A couple Got me out. My feet were bare and I was standing. I heard a lot of people talking quietly. I heard clicking noises in the van. A guy beside me said, what are you doing? The other guy said, you know, getting ready for sanitizing after. The first guy said... Dude, we haven't had the party yet. I thought it was so weird I remembered it. Then I heard a woman's voice say, This is the sacrifice. She untied my robe and put her hands on my breasts. She said, How did she test? The guy said, perfectly. She put her body next to me. I could feel she was naked. She said to my ear, I'm going to drink your blood. I felt suddenly very sick. I started to collapse. A big guy picked me up and walked with me. Then they set me down and took off the band cuffs. They tied my hands and arms and put a rope around my neck. They took the tape off my eyes. I was in the forest. They had tied me to a tree or something. I was so scared I was shaking. I knew I was going to die. Four naked women walked to me. One was wearing chains with rings in her nipples, and she had a big knife. She ripped the tape off my mouth and touched my breasts with the knife. Then she grabbed, jabbed at my face repeatedly with the knife. I was terrified. I wanted to kill her, the bitch. They tied the rope open behind me. They touched me. I don't want to be graphic. but they did the sexual things to me. They made me have an orgasm. Then they did things to each other and masturbated and had wild orgasms, the bitches. This was the worst awful woman were doing this to me. I hope they all get terminal disease and rot in hell. Some guys unrolled a big plastic sheet in front of me and made a fire. It was getting dark. A bunch of people gathered in front of me. They were all... naked and they started chanting some weird language. A man came and stood in front of me. He was older than the others, maybe 30. He was over six feet tall and a real lean build. His hair was almost black so he was, so was his beard. He had weird eyes. Somebody was behind him. behind me and pulled the rope tight on my neck. He had his hands on my breast. I stared at him, he stared at me and never blinked. I couldn't help thinking, looking into his eyes. It was like hypnosis. He put me in a trance. It was like starting to... staring at a snake. He began to put his penis in me. Then I heard yelling, loud yelling and guns shooting. The snake eyed man jerked away from me and stood looking through the forest towards the noise. Everybody ran to the trees. The snake man poured water on the fire and walked away quietly. Then I heard him say, killer. A naked man came forward towards me with a knife. A man came running up with a silver gun and shot him right in the front of me. He was big and tall, old man, and he had a white beard. That's John Van Meter, by the way. That's the one that was tried. And he had a white beard. I heard a loud bang behind me. I saw the shot hit the old man in the side of his stomach and knocked him down. He shot back multiple times. while laying down and got up, started cutting the rope on my arms with the knife. Somebody else shot at us, and the man shot back. Then he said something like, hold on, girl, I'll get you loose, or something. I felt. down. The man picked me up with his arms around my waist and walked away fast. He shot me his gun twice and yelled very loud, no more harm will come to this girl. Then he said something about coming straight from God to kill them all. He called them sons of bitches and said he was going to kill them all. I'm pretty sure that's what he said. I think he scared them. Nobody shouted at us anymore. We got in the car and on the road, I think he asked me if I could drive. I said yes. He put me in a car and said something fast. He put me in the car and said some fast things to me. All I really heard was go home and stay anonymous. I couldn't believe he was going with me, wasn't going with me. I couldn't believe I was going to live when I was so sure I was going to die before. He wanted me to go, but I asked him, are you an angel, end quote. I'll never forget his eyes. He had blood on his face. face, but his eyes glowed brightly blue, like they were fluorescent or something. He said, no, but one sent me to you. He said, now go, I'll call the cops, and slammed the door. I hated to leave him. I felt safe with him. I don't know why he wasn't going to go with me. I drove as fast as I could. I almost ran off the road a couple of times. I don't know where I was, even when I finally got to the highway. I went the wrong way until I realized where I was and turned around and went home. When I really got home it was really late. I was still shaking and I had blood on me where the wounded old man carried me. I felt sick for him. I found out later that nobody even knew I was gone. I couldn't believe it. I was hurt. by it until I realized it was my own fault. Then with, this was a payback for all the times I fought with my parents over them wanting to know where I was going every minute. I hope the newspaper prints this so I can say to the kids, stop fighting with your parents. There is a reason why they want to know where you are. My brother and I took the car and parked it in Berkeley. He said he'd call the cops and tell them where it was. We looked at it in it to see if we could find any who belonged to it. weird. There was nothing in the glove box or ashtray. No litter on the floor. Nothing. Nobody's car is this clean. The only thing in it was four black sweatshirts and four black sweatpants all identical. We opened the trunk and all that was in there was a used syringe. Then it hit me. This red Pontiac was the car the guy got out of who abducted me. They must have put me in the trunk. We're going to have to... the syringe test and see what they shot me with. Also, when I was showering, I noticed a painful needle mark in my forearm. Then I remembered how one bitch said, how did she test? They drew blood from me while I was unconscious to test for what, AIDS? Then I remembered how that guy said exactly perfect, and I wondered if it was something else. They really scared me. I'm really sick and frightened for the man who saved me. I don't have a TV and haven't been calm enough to watch for it. anybody else, with anybody else. My wonderful brother has been on the run and hadn't done anything definite either. I learned last night how you can tell a lot about a man who's looking real close into his eyes. The snake man and the old man who saved me were exactly the opposite. You could see it in their eyes. What I remember most is the shiny blue eyes of the man who saved me. He reminded me of my late grandfather. I want him to live because he's a good man who somehow out and miraculously saved me because I went down to write in the newspaper and explained to me why he looked like my grandfather. I can't think of him dying and I'm scared to death of what's going to happen. I know now why he stayed there. He was mad as hell and he wanted to kill him. My grandfather had a bad temper too for bad people. I hope he does kill him. I know these snakes did this before to others like me and if they live they will do it again. I especially want the snake-eyed man to die. I never want to see him again ever. People like this can't be rehabilitated in prison. I can never forgive them. It took me all afternoon and all night to write this. I hope it makes sense to someone who ever reads it. I had to take a lot of breaks before crying. The sun will be up soon and it will be another day. My brother is leaving soon to mail this away from my home. I don't even want these snakes to know the zip code I live in. Then he's going out to the forest where a... I think I was to look for the man who saved me. I'm going to stay home and pray for God to save this man. He saved me. I hope we will save the man. He will save the man who is sent to do this. I don't know if this will help catch the snakes who tried to rape and kill me. I tried hard to remember anything I could. I'm still shaking up. I can't think I'll ever be normal again. That's it. There's 50,000, 50,000 to 60,000 human sacrifices. a year by satanic cults in this country. Okay, I have that from very reliable sources, three different satanic sources.

He did a U-turn and came back, a safe distance from what was taking place. He could see a fire. He could see a girl in the nude tied against a tree. And most of the people there were in the nude. And he said, this is not right.

So somebody shot at him. And he got his gun out, being a woodsman, he carried a gun, and he shot back. Long story short, he shot and killed four of them, broke up the ceremony, and rescued the girl, carried her over and put her in the car.

The others scattered, and he chased the leader into the woods and shot and killed him. Okay, he had a pretty exciting evening that night, didn't he? He looked at the body of the leader and took a card out, a little business card out, and on the back of it was a 202 area number, area code. The next day he called and a female answered the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The next day he called and the line had been disconnected. And when he was chasing the leader through the woods, they had a running conversation. And the leader said, we have the police and the FBI in our hip pocket here.

If you kill me, you'll live in a 10 by 10 cell the rest of your life. So John ends up reporting to the police, Sonoma County, and goes back home. And they filed charges against him, claiming that he filed a false report.

And they waited four days to go out into the woods and search the area. The police did. And so he hires an attorney in Sonoma County. And the attorney says, don't come back here.

It's corrupt. Law enforcement's corrupt. You'll end up serving time.

The attorney worked out a deal with them, with John, to fine him $10,000. and a year probation, two years probation, I think, and no jail time. They said that he shot himself.

Okay. He goes back to Wisconsin in April. April the 19th, 2006, a year and a half later.

Anybody remember that day? That's a really significant date in Oklahoma City, Waco. He goes out in the woods, and he's a woodsman at that.

And two fellows come out, drive out, park the car, get out, and he hears one of them say, he's mine. He has another gun battle. He knocks one of them down four times, the other one down twice.

And they had enough, they took off. He goes to the police, and he tells the police what happened. And they say he shot himself.

He was shot nine times with six different weapons. His pickup truck had 25 bullets in it, and he shot himself. So John had a trial.

They tried him. We brought an expert in from Madison. I went to the trial. We brought an expert in from Madison, Wisconsin, who said he could not possibly have shot himself based on the circumstances. And John was tried and convicted.

And they changed their story from he shot himself to... to, he lied to the police. John told me, sure, I had lied to the police. I didn't trust him. Why would I not lie to the police?

So that shows you, and by the way, he's placed on probation, and during the one-year probation out of Wisconsin, somebody planted a marijuana plant in his garden. Obviously, they wanted the probation officer to find it. The probation officers came by regularly, searched his home without a search warrant, looking for guns, looking for booze. You can't have either one when you're on probation.

And then last February the 6th, his house burned to the ground early in the morning. So that just shows you how the corruption has permeated down to the very lowest level, Sonoma County and Lincoln County, Wisconsin. This man could not possibly have shot himself. As I said, he was shot nine times with six different weapons.

I have a copy of the letter here that the girl wrote. By the way, she's in hiding. She changed her name several times. And nobody knows. other than John and a few others, about her whereabouts.

Was she kidnapped? Yeah, she was kidnapped. She was kidnapped out of a parking lot in Oakland. Four guys came at her in daylight and shot her in the thigh with a needle.

She lost consciousness, and they put her in a van. Would you like to have me read the letter that she wrote? Okay.

I'm the woman from the satanic cult abduction case on Halloween. I'm scared to death of them finding out. finding out who I am, so I'm not coming forward.

The only person I'm ever going to tell is my brother. By the way, she jumped in the car and drove into Oakland and called her brother, and her brother came and picked her up. She was in the nude, by the way.

She had no clothes on. He thinks it would be best if I stay anonymous, but he has convinced me to write down everything I remember exactly as I did. I can and send it to the police.

So this is what I'm doing. They were going to rape and murder me and I hope they get caught. People need to know what's happened to me. I'm so scared they will find out who I am. I'm riding on an old typewriter so it won't be on my hard drive.

It started Saturday night. I was walking across the parking lot in Oakland. Four guys got out of a car and grabbed me.

They gave me a shot with a hypodermic needle in my thigh. I was unconscious for seconds. When I woke up up, I had handcuffs on behind my back. My feet were tied together.

The handcuffs were tied to something I couldn't move. They put tape over my eyes and my mouth. I didn't know where I was or how long I was there. I was thirsty and felt like I couldn't breathe.

I had to go to the bathroom. I was terrified. I laid there and thought about what had happened to me over a long period of time.

I'm not a religious person, but I prayed for the first time in my life for God to save me. I must have, I went to sleep and dreamed. In a dream, I saw a big white dog. It sat down, turned its head sideways, and looked at me. I felt like the dog was a girl dog, and she came to help me.

I can't explain it any other way. Then I got up and ran away. I don't know why I'm even saying this.

It just seems weird and real. I woke up again. I had to go to the bathroom so bad I finally gave up and urinated in my pants. It was awful. Then it was wet and cold.

After a long time, I heard noises like a car. door opening and a couple of guys grabbed me. One guy said, bitch, pissed on the floor. The other guy said something like, shut up, clean it up and load the... I'm pretty sure now I was in the back of a van.

They took me into a house or something. The guy said, if you cooperate, we won't hurt you. If you struggle, we will kill you. Is that understood?

I nodded my head yes. What could I do? He said, would you like something to drink?

I nodded yes, and they took the tape off my mouth and gave me some water or something. It tasted funny. They started taking my clothes off, and I was sure they were going to rape me. The guy said, just relax, we're not going to give you, we're going to give you a bath now.

They guided me into a bathtub and washed me all over with a cloth and shampooed my hair. I was really scared. It was weird. They dried me off and blew my hair dry with a blower dryer and a brush. They put tape back on my mouth and put a white terrycloth robe on me.

They set me down on the chair. I couldn't see anything because the tape on my mouth was on my head. my eyes. I could see the voice. I could hear voices in another room.

I was getting pretty sleepy. I think that there was something in the water they gave me. Then a couple of guys got to me. They took me out and put me in the back of the van and drove away.

I knew there were other people in the van, but they didn't talk. They just played this loud instrumental heavy metal music. They drove me for a long time. I felt very sleepy. After a long time, the van stopped.

A couple Got me out. My feet were bare and I was standing. I heard a lot of people talking quietly. I heard clicking noises in the van.

A guy beside me said, what are you doing? The other guy said, you know, getting ready for sanitizing after. The first guy said...

Dude, we haven't had the party yet. I thought it was so weird I remembered it. Then I heard a woman's voice say, This is the sacrifice. She untied my robe and put her hands on my breasts.

She said, How did she test? The guy said, perfectly. She put her body next to me.

I could feel she was naked. She said to my ear, I'm going to drink your blood. I felt suddenly very sick. I started to collapse. A big guy picked me up and walked with me.

Then they set me down and took off the band cuffs. They tied my hands and arms and put a rope around my neck. They took the tape off my eyes.

I was in the forest. They had tied me to a tree or something. I was so scared I was shaking.

I knew I was going to die. Four naked women walked to me. One was wearing chains with rings in her nipples, and she had a big knife.

She ripped the tape off my mouth and touched my breasts with the knife. Then she grabbed, jabbed at my face repeatedly with the knife. I was terrified.

I wanted to kill her, the bitch. They tied the rope open behind me. They touched me.

I don't want to be graphic. but they did the sexual things to me. They made me have an orgasm.

Then they did things to each other and masturbated and had wild orgasms, the bitches. This was the worst awful woman were doing this to me. I hope they all get terminal disease and rot in hell. Some guys unrolled a big plastic sheet in front of me and made a fire. It was getting dark.

A bunch of people gathered in front of me. They were all... naked and they started chanting some weird language. A man came and stood in front of me. He was older than the others, maybe 30. He was over six feet tall and a real lean build.

His hair was almost black so he was, so was his beard. He had weird eyes. Somebody was behind him. behind me and pulled the rope tight on my neck.

He had his hands on my breast. I stared at him, he stared at me and never blinked. I couldn't help thinking, looking into his eyes. It was like hypnosis. He put me in a trance.

It was like starting to... staring at a snake. He began to put his penis in me.

Then I heard yelling, loud yelling and guns shooting. The snake eyed man jerked away from me and stood looking through the forest towards the noise. Everybody ran to the trees. The snake man poured water on the fire and walked away quietly.

Then I heard him say, killer. A naked man came forward towards me with a knife. A man came running up with a silver gun and shot him right in the front of me. He was big and tall, old man, and he had a white beard.

That's John Van Meter, by the way. That's the one that was tried. And he had a white beard.

I heard a loud bang behind me. I saw the shot hit the old man in the side of his stomach and knocked him down. He shot back multiple times.

while laying down and got up, started cutting the rope on my arms with the knife. Somebody else shot at us, and the man shot back. Then he said something like, hold on, girl, I'll get you loose, or something. I felt.

down. The man picked me up with his arms around my waist and walked away fast. He shot me his gun twice and yelled very loud, no more harm will come to this girl.

Then he said something about coming straight from God to kill them all. He called them sons of bitches and said he was going to kill them all. I'm pretty sure that's what he said. I think he scared them.

Nobody shouted at us anymore. We got in the car and on the road, I think he asked me if I could drive. I said yes. He put me in a car and said something fast. He put me in the car and said some fast things to me.

All I really heard was go home and stay anonymous. I couldn't believe he was going with me, wasn't going with me. I couldn't believe I was going to live when I was so sure I was going to die before.

He wanted me to go, but I asked him, are you an angel, end quote. I'll never forget his eyes. He had blood on his face. face, but his eyes glowed brightly blue, like they were fluorescent or something.

He said, no, but one sent me to you. He said, now go, I'll call the cops, and slammed the door. I hated to leave him.

I felt safe with him. I don't know why he wasn't going to go with me. I drove as fast as I could. I almost ran off the road a couple of times.

I don't know where I was, even when I finally got to the highway. I went the wrong way until I realized where I was and turned around and went home. When I really got home it was really late.

I was still shaking and I had blood on me where the wounded old man carried me. I felt sick for him. I found out later that nobody even knew I was gone.

I couldn't believe it. I was hurt. by it until I realized it was my own fault.

Then with, this was a payback for all the times I fought with my parents over them wanting to know where I was going every minute. I hope the newspaper prints this so I can say to the kids, stop fighting with your parents. There is a reason why they want to know where you are. My brother and I took the car and parked it in Berkeley.

He said he'd call the cops and tell them where it was. We looked at it in it to see if we could find any who belonged to it. weird. There was nothing in the glove box or ashtray.

No litter on the floor. Nothing. Nobody's car is this clean. The only thing in it was four black sweatshirts and four black sweatpants all identical. We opened the trunk and all that was in there was a used syringe.

Then it hit me. This red Pontiac was the car the guy got out of who abducted me. They must have put me in the trunk.

We're going to have to... the syringe test and see what they shot me with. Also, when I was showering, I noticed a painful needle mark in my forearm.

Then I remembered how one bitch said, how did she test? They drew blood from me while I was unconscious to test for what, AIDS? Then I remembered how that guy said exactly perfect, and I wondered if it was something else.

They really scared me. I'm really sick and frightened for the man who saved me. I don't have a TV and haven't been calm enough to watch for it.

anybody else, with anybody else. My wonderful brother has been on the run and hadn't done anything definite either. I learned last night how you can tell a lot about a man who's looking real close into his eyes. The snake man and the old man who saved me were exactly the opposite. You could see it in their eyes.

What I remember most is the shiny blue eyes of the man who saved me. He reminded me of my late grandfather. I want him to live because he's a good man who somehow out and miraculously saved me because I went down to write in the newspaper and explained to me why he looked like my grandfather. I can't think of him dying and I'm scared to death of what's going to happen. I know now why he stayed there.

He was mad as hell and he wanted to kill him. My grandfather had a bad temper too for bad people. I hope he does kill him.

I know these snakes did this before to others like me and if they live they will do it again. I especially want the snake-eyed man to die. I never want to see him again ever. People like this can't be rehabilitated in prison.

I can never forgive them. It took me all afternoon and all night to write this. I hope it makes sense to someone who ever reads it.

I had to take a lot of breaks before crying. The sun will be up soon and it will be another day. My brother is leaving soon to mail this away from my home. I don't even want these snakes to know the zip code I live in.

Then he's going out to the forest where a... I think I was to look for the man who saved me. I'm going to stay home and pray for God to save this man. He saved me. I hope we will save the man.

He will save the man who is sent to do this. I don't know if this will help catch the snakes who tried to rape and kill me. I tried hard to remember anything I could. I'm still shaking up.

I can't think I'll ever be normal again. That's it. There's 50,000, 50,000 to 60,000 human sacrifices. a year by satanic cults in this country. Okay, I have that from very reliable sources, three different satanic sources.

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