The Silent Warrior

The Silent Warrior is a survivor.  His stories are numerous.  He has witnessed or heard from  people  who have been drugged or who have drugged others.  He has been responsible for the apprehension of numerous drug dealers.  He has first hand knowledge of these activities.  His home life wasn't without the use of drugs either as  his mother and brothers were involved with Satanic rituals.  Currently, he travels extensively to continue his secret identity.  He is the Silent Warrior against drugs.  He is a hero.
 

November, 1999

This column will focus on those people who poison others.  They will be termed "poisoners". 

Poisoning has been around since biblical times and earlier; the reason I state biblical times is that in conjunction with the act of poisoning, the poisoners will use any religious belief that their victim has to inflict injuries that go as deep as one's soul for the purpose of escaping criminal prosecution.  The concern is the statute of limitations.  These injuries inflicted go as deep as one's soul for the purpose of escaping criminal prosecution under the statute of limitations, whether it is having the victim not report the crime at all or that the injuries to include death are prohibitive to the victim reporting the crime within the established law.

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This month, a  story from childhood.

It was Christmastime.  My family was visiting a relative.  I was about 9 years old.  There was a Catholic religious display at my Aunt's home.  I was fascinated by it.  My Aunt saw my fascination.  She asked if I wanted to pray.  (My mother became enraged (although she didn't show it to her sister), she  is a Satan worshiper.)

As a gift to me that very next year, my Aunt brought over a similar Christmas alter.   My mother pretended to go along with anointing it in the ceremony my Aunt held using holy water.  However, after my aunt left, my mother told me that she may have knelt down but only to deceive my Aunt.   She said that "Jesus power" had no  power in her house because it was a "Damned house".  Satan is the only power. 

Later that year -- 

My mother's Satanic attack on me.  One evening Mother prepared the attack and then removed my father by having him  take her shopping.  She had put my older brothers in charge of me.  Both were Satanic worshipers.  Prior to leaving, she had instructed them to give me a particular drink.  They then ordered me to go upstairs.  Some time later, my brothers told me to return downstairs. 

Everything was blurry.  One of the brothers took me by my arm and brought me into the living room.  He brought me to the front of what had been the Christmas alter.  The two  had changed it.  They had turned the picture of  Jesus upside-down.  They had replaced the white candles with black candles. 

I was made to sit on the floor.  One of my brothers entered the room from behind me.  He had a blanket over his head.  It was meant to frighten me.   The two started yelling and screaming at the picture of Jesus, then then spitting at it.  Then cussing at it and swearing at it.  Suddenly, there were knives and scissors and the two stabbed at the upside-down photo of Jesus. 

This was done to inflict fear of their Satan power (however, I could feel nothing due to the drug they had given me).  It was done to make me feel that they could do this heinous action and I could do nothing to stop them.  (The tea that was given me had been spiked.  It is suspected to have been  psychedelic mushrooms.)

My reaction to this event was not one of fear as Mother anticipated. Instead, there was no reaction.  Everything had become fuzzy and distorted. 

When my parents returned, my Mother asked them what had been my response. She was enraged that it had not scared "the Heaven out of me".  (This is the Satanic version of having the Hell scarred out of you). She yelled at my brothers for not giving me the full dose left for that purpose.  She said she didn't believe them. There was an argument.  They told her that they had given me the full dose. She came over to me and demanded to see my eyes. She asked me who she was. I was too much under the mushroom effect to answer. She turned to my brothers.  She said  she believed them. 

After the effects of the drug wore off, I was interrogated by Mother as to what I knew happened that night.  She told me that nothing had happened and that is what I was to say if anyone were to ask. 

One day after Christmas was over and all of the decorations had been put away, a marble rolled under the bookcase where the Christmas alter had been.  I went under with my hand to find it and found something else instead.  I felt something on the floor and scrapped some of it up with my finger nails. I noticed something on the side of the bookcase as well. I scraped it off and was examining it when Mother entered the room.  (It didn't feel like grease. It felt like wax.)

My mother, seeing this, asked  me what I was doing. I told her I was reaching for my marble when I found something on the floor and side of the bookcase. I thought it was wax. She retorted, "So, you figured it out, did you?" She then yelled at my older brother. She yelled, "I thought I had told you to clean everything up!" He said that he had. She told him to go over to the bookcase and check it. He did as she demanded. His excuse was that it was dark that night when he was made to clean it up and didn't notice that portion of it. He reminded her that she had checked it herself and thought it was cleaned up. She yelled, "Don't you dare contest my power!" She told him to finish cleaning it up and go to his room. 

Many years had passed.   I returned home from school one afternoon to find Mother in the living room.  She told me that she was going to rid her house once and for all of the Christmas alter that my Aunt had brought over and anointed IN HER house with holy water. 

She was going to do this with her own secret potion. She was holding a container in her right hand.  With that said, she  threw the contents (a clear liquid) at the location of where the Christmas alter had been.  When the liquid hit the tile floor it began smoking. She told me it was because the fires from Hell were burning away the Christmas alter. She was concerned with my reaction.  She insisted on knowing what I thought about her show of power and then what I thought. 

It was from this experience that I came to believe that 'poisoners', whether they are proclaimed Satan worshipers or not, will continue their attack on their victims for years following the  attack to ensure their criminal activity remain unknown to the  justice system or, for that matter, other potential victims.. 

Further, I believe that although  the victim escapes to  return to the safety, they are not truly 'safe.'  It must be realized that during their blackout period,  the 'poisoner(s)'  have access to everything in their wallets, purses, cars, clothes and sometimes even their homes (where the survivor wakes up in his or her own bed 12 hours later).  These 'poisoner(s)' can continue surveillance  through this information such as the social security number.  Notwithstanding, the names and addresses in the address book.