He Came to Set the Captives Free PDF

Table of Contents Title Page Also by Rebecca Brown, M.D.: Copyright Page WARNING! CHAPTER 1 - Enter Rebecca CHAPTER 2 - Enter Elaine ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 3 - Entering The Brotherhood ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 4 - Rise To Power ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 5 - Life As A High Priestess ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 6 - The Wedding ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 7 - Discipline Within The Brotherhood ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 8 - The Black Mass and Human Sacrifice ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 9 - Turning Points ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 10 - The Meeting ELAINE TALKS: REBECCA TALKS: ELAINE TALKS: REBECCA TALKS: ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 11 - Entering Spiritual Warfare REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 12 - The Battle REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 13 - Doorways REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 14 - The Human Spirit, Standing In The Gap, And The Spirit World REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 15 - Why Should We Fight? REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 16 - How To Fight REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 17 - Destruction Of Christian Churches ELAINE TALKS: CHAPTER 18 - Demonic Illnesses REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 19 - Straight Talk To Those Who Want To Come Out Of The Occult REBECCA TALKS: CHAPTER 20 - Definitions REBECCA TALKS: In Conclusion Also by Rebecca Brown, M.D.: Becoming a Vessel of Honor Prepare for War Unbroken Curses Cómo Ilegar a ser una Vasija para honra El Vino a Dar Libertad a Los Cautivos Maldiciones sin Quebrantar Preparémonos Para La Guerra HE CAME TO SET THE CAPTIVES FREE Rebecca Brown, M.D. Wells of Joy Ministries P.O. Box 65 Clinton, AR 72031 ISBN: 0-88368-323-7 Printed in the United States of America Copyright © 1992 by Solid Rock Family Enterprises, Inc. Whitaker House 30 Hunt Valley Circle New Kensington, PA 15068 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Brown, Rebecca, M.D. He came to set the captives free / Rebecca Brown. p. cm. Originally published: Chino, CA : Chick Publications, c1986. ISBN 0-88368-323-7 (trade paper : alk. paper) 1. Devil — Controversial literature. 2. Spiritual warfare. 3. Satanism — Controversial literature. 4. Witchcraft — United States — Controversial literature. 5. Brown, Rebecca, M.D. I. Title. BT981.B7 1997a 235’.47 — dc21 97-36658 No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 / 06 05 04 03 02 01 00 99 WARNING! This will be one of the hardest books you have ever tried to read. SATAN DOES NOT WANT YOU TO READ THIS MATERIAL! Heavenly Father, I ask you to shield and protect the reader of this book and give him or her a clear understanding of all that you have directed us to say. I ask you for this, and thank you, in the precious name of your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. The purpose of this book is to show you the many ways Satan and his demons are at work in the world today, to show you how you can effectively fight against them, AND how you can be set free from bondage to Satan. Satan will do everything he can to keep you from reading this. He will afflict you with overwhelming sleepiness, confusion, constant interruptions and many other things. FEAR is one of Satan’s major weapons. He will use fear to try to stop you from reading this book. You simply need to rebuke fear directly and out loud in the name of Jesus Christ to overcome it. Also pray and ask for shielding as you read in order to understand this material. My deepest appreciation goes first to the Lord, and then to Elaine. The writing of this book would not have been possible without the information given to me by Elaine, and the strength, guidance and encouragement given to me by the Lord. (I have written Elaine’s story as she told it to me. Obviously I cannot document everything in her story, but it is not unique in that many many others coming out of Satan’s kingdom give similar testimonies.) All names have been changed to protect the people involved in this book. We pray earnestly that the Lord Jesus Christ will bless you richly with His salvation and understanding as you read the following pages. “And he [Jesus] came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up: and, as his custom was, he went into the synagogue on the sabbath day, and stood up for to read. And there was delivered unto him the book of the prophet Esaias [Isaiah]. And when he had opened the book, he found the place where it was written, ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to preach the acceptable year of the Lord.’ And he closed the book, and he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him. And he began to say unto them, this day is this Scripture fulfilled in your ears.” Luke 4:16-21 HE CAME TO SET THE CAPTIVES FREE! CHAPTER 1 Enter Rebecca From the first moment she crossed through the doorway into that building, she sensed that there was something different about the place. A hovering of darkness, as it were. Something she could not define, but knew was there. She knew also that it was something that she had never experienced before. Rebecca is a doctor. She was just entering Memorial Hospital for the first time to begin her training in internal medicine. She had finished medical school the previous month and had now moved away from home really for the first time in the 30 years of her life. She had no idea that the tragedies she would see in that hospital would forever change both her and the course of her life. The brooding darkness she sensed in her spirit seemed to be watchfully waiting... waiting. Suddenly it would strike, plunging Rebecca into a series of events that would test to the utmost her commitment to her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The first test was quick to come — Rebecca had been working as a doctor at that hospital for about 2 months. One night while she was working in the Emergency Room, a man in his 30’s was brought in about 2 A.M. Rebecca recoiled in horror as she viewed his mangled and torn body. She had 6 years of experience working in Emergency Rooms (E.R.) in large inner city hospitals as a Registered Nurse prior to becoming a doctor, but she had never seen anything like this! As she worked rapidly with the other personnel in the E.R. to save the young pastor’s life, her mind raced. How could this be? Who would do such a thing? He had obviously been tortured. His body was partially skinned, he had multiple burns, stab wounds, lashes from whips, and most horrifying of all, holes in the palms of his hands from spikes being driven through them. He was unconscious and in deep shock. After the initial medical care was done, the patient stabilized and then transferred to the Intensive Care Unit, Rebecca looked for the police officers who had brought him in. They had little to say other than the fact that this was a kidnapping case. They had found the body and at first thought he was dead. They refused to talk about the incident any further and left quickly, mumbling something about having to file their report. Everyone else in the E.R. went on with their work as if nothing unusual had Everyone else in the E.R. went on with their work as if nothing unusual had happened. No one seemed particularly surprised or upset about the condition of the patient. Again, Rebecca felt overwhelmingly that brooding darkness. She was greatly puzzled and concerned, but was, herself, quickly caught up in the pressure of the work at hand. Nothing in her background could possibly have prepared her for the shock of that young pastor’s testimony of what had happened to him prior to coming into the Emergency Room that night. She did not know that the next blow would come to one of her own patients who was very dear to her. But first, let us trace the training the Lord gave Rebecca to prepare her for all that was to happen. Rebecca had the tremendous privilege and blessing of being born to faithful Christian parents who prayed daily for her. She had accepted Jesus as her Savior at a very young age, but knew nothing about a personal walk with Him. She was raised in a very tight and narrow religious group and was not permitted to form friends or interact with anyone outside the group. She was rejected both within the group and without — mocked and ridiculed at school and by the other members of the religious group; she grew up very lonely. She also had much illness, spending her childhood in and out of the hospital. Then as she got older, she was discovered to have an incurable and debilitating neuromuscular disease. But her loving parents provided stability in her life and their prayers surrounded and protected her, no doubt keeping her from entering the occult world that snares so many other young people with similar backgrounds. During the first year of medical school she came to the point of finally committing her life to the Lord in all areas, making Jesus the master in her life as well as Savior. The four years of medical school were an intense struggle because of the neuromuscular illness and also because of the lack of finances. During those four years Rebecca learned to trust the Lord, to walk with Him day by day, to hear Him speak to her in her spirit, to follow His guidance, and to experience His provision for her every need. Before medical school she had been a Registered Nurse for seven years. Then, as a result of the Lord’s powerful working in her life, and a whole string of miracles, she left nursing, returned to school and then on to medical school. At the time Rebecca entered Memorial Hospital she knew absolutely nothing about Satanism or of Elaine, a powerful witch who lived near by. Rebecca never dreamed that her walk with Christ in that hospital would cause such shock waves in the spirit world that the forces of darkness would become enraged. She in the spirit world that the forces of darkness would become enraged. She became involved in a titanic struggle as Elaine, one of the top witches in the U.S., led an organized attack by many witches using all of their powers and skills of witchcraft to try to kill Rebecca. The internship year is the first year of training that a doctor receives after graduating from medical school, if he or she is going to specialize in something. It is by far the most intense year of training, and the most frightening one. It was no different for Rebecca at Memorial than anyone else except that she was constantly aware of something so strange but undefinable about that hospital. No one else seemed to notice it, including her few Christian colleagues. From the first she found an overwhelming atmosphere of hatred, back-biting and fighting within the whole department, and indeed, within the whole hospital itself. It was an extremely cold atmosphere. This on top of the tremendous physical and emotional pressures of the year were used by the Lord to greatly increase her closeness to Him. She found almost from the beginning that there was an unusual resistance to the gospel. Over and over people with whom she tried to share Jesus would flatly refuse to even listen. In fact, within six months of the start of her training at that hospital, the hospital administration had all the Gideon bibles removed from the patient rooms and a memo was posted on each nursing unit stating that the hospital would fire, on the spot, any employee who was caught “evangelizing” the patients. Also, any minister that was coming to the hospital to visit patients was not permitted to visit with anyone except their own private parishioners, and, if the nurses found them “evangelizing” other patients they were to have them escorted from the hospital by security and asked not to return again. A chaplaincy service was not permitted, which was also unusual. Indeed, it seemed as if an effort was being made to wipe away any mention of Christianity within the walls of the hospital. Rebecca was first assigned to the intensive care unit and immediately was plunged into a whirl-wind of activities. She spent up to 120 hours per week working at the hospital. Because of this schedule she attributed the steady worsening of her physical condition to her exhaustion. Then the Lord began steadily laying upon her heart that she must go into the hospital early each morning to spend an hour in prayer before work asking the Lord for that institution and that city, that the gospel would be proclaimed and bear fruit. As she began obeying the Lord and praying each morning an hour before work, repeatedly she found herself compelled by the Holy Spirit to pray asking the Lord to restrain the powers of darkness in that place. Again and again asking the Lord to restrain the powers of darkness in that place. Again and again she found herself quoting Numbers 10:35 where Moses said: “Rise up, Lord, and let thine enemies be scattered; and let them that hate thee flee before thee.” She did not know why she was praying in this manner, and indeed sometimes thought that it was strange to do so, but over and over the Holy Spirit compelled her to pray in such a manner. As the Lord steadily increased the burden on her heart for the souls in that place she began to pray daily asking the Lord to permit her to stand in the gap for the hospital and the city, as in Ezekiel 22:30-31: “And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none. Therefore have I poured out mine indignation upon them; I have consumed them with the fire of my wrath: their own way have I recompensed upon their heads, saith the Lord God.” She was not sure just what was involved in “standing in the gap” but asked the Lord to use her if He could. During Rebecca’s first few months at Memorial, God taught her a very valuable lesson in total dependance on Him in her medical work. Late one night a patient was admitted to the Coronary Care Unit with severe chest pain, high blood pressure and a possible heart attack. It was Rebecca’s responsibility to examine the patient and care for him that night. He gave her a list of the medicines that he was taking and among them was a particularly good one to use for lowering blood pressure while simultaneously taking the work load off of the heart. He adamantly stated that he was taking a particular dose and Rebecca accepted his word. She elected to give him that dose in an effort to lower his blood pressure and to relieve the work load on his heart in hopes of preventing a heart attack. What she did not know was that that dosage is very dangerous to give unless she had herself gradually worked the patient up to that amount. One hour later, the nurses called her and told her that the patient’s blood pressure had dropped very low, that he was in shock and looked as if he were dying. Pure terror and dismay overwhelmed her. She called her superior and told him about the situation and asked what could be done to reverse the effects of the medicine she had given. He coldly told her that she had made a stupid mistake and that there was absolutely nothing that could be done, except to see if the patient lived or died. No medicine was available that could be used to reverse the effects of the one she had given. He went on to add that he, too, had made a similar mistake as an intern and that his patient had sustained greatly extended damage to his heart as a result of that period in shock and had nearly died. Many thoughts were madly racing through Rebecca’s head as she walked down the lonely, dark halls to the CCU (Coronary Care Unit) that night to see the patient. Guilt and fear and self-chastisement were uppermost amongst them. Cold sweat ran down her back as she anguished over the fact that in all probability she had killed the patient. Suddenly the Holy Spirit showed her the error of the thoughts uppermost in her mind. She had been thinking, “God made an orderly universe where cause and effect take place in an orderly manner. Because of your stupid mistake this man will probably die. Since this medicine is absolutely irreversible, the effect will take place, so there is no need even to pray or to expect God to break into his orderly universe just for you and your stupidity.” Gently the Holy Spirit flooded into her entire being the sure knowledge that she was different! She was a child of the King! And, in so being, had a special privilege that the other doctor had not had. She had the right to ask God the Father, in Jesus’ name, to correct her mistake. That was one of the many things for which Jesus had died on the cross. She abruptly turned and ran to the chapel and fell on her knees before the Lord and prayed earnestly asking the Lord to correct her mistake, laying claim to the fact that she was a child of the King and standing on Hebrews 4:16: “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” She arose from her knees and went back down to the CCU. When she arrived she found that the patient’s blood pressure had returned to normal and he was pain free! A new Electrocardiogram showed his heart had returned to normal. He was discharged two days later without any heart damage at all.. Rebecca also learned to hear the Lord’s guidance more acutely on an hour-to- hour basis. Time after time He would speak in that soft voice in her spirit, bringing a mistake to her attention before it could be carried out, or bringing to her attention something she had forgotten or overlooked, or something that she had read or learned about in the past. She learned to fast and pray, asking the Lord to reveal to her the key to the diagnosis of particularly obscure cases. She also learned to rely on the Lord to give her skill in her hands, and never performed any procedure on any patient without first praying and asking the Lord Jesus, the Great Physician, to put His hands within hers and guide them with His skill. In all of her years so far, the Lord has continuously been faithful and she has never had a serious complication resulting from any procedure she has done. About six months into her internship, just as Rebecca was again assigned to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), the young pastor she saw in the emergency room finally recovered enough to talk. Rebecca had followed his progress closely, constantly praying for him and was drawn by the Lord to frequently stop by his room to talk with him. One day he told her what had really happened just prior to his admission to the hospital. Bob was the pastor of a small Christian church in that city. He had become involved in ministering to some people who worshiped Satan. He told Rebecca that there was a very large satanic community in a town close by, and that Satanism was rampant in that state. He had, at the Lord’s leading, been steadily bringing a number of these people to Jesus. They had turned from serving Satan and made Jesus Christ their Lord and Savior. He also helped them cast out the demons that they had asked to dwell in them to gain powers of witchcraft. The night Rebecca first saw him, he had been kidnapped by the satanists and taken to one of their meetings. He was taken up on stage in front of the group and tortured. They were in the process of nailing him to a cross when one of the members shouted out that someone had seen something suspicious and called the police. (The satanists had a police scanner radio and monitored all the calls.) Bob had passed out while being crucified and knew nothing more until he awoke in the hospital bed. Rebecca was astounded, she had never heard of such a thing. Perhaps this was the explanation of the brooding darkness she could feel in that hospital? The next revelations were quick to follow. As she started into her second rotation in the Intensive Care Unit, her uneasiness continued to grow. Each night she was on call, she had the responsibility for all of the patients in the critical care units. She began noticing as she was prayerfully working with the patients that there were many deaths which, to her, were unexplainable. There is normally an orderly traceable sequence of events in the illness and/or death of any patient. For example, if someone went into shock (low blood pressure) because he was bleeding somewhere, once the bleeding was stopped by surgery or whatever and the blood volume he had lost replaced by blood transfusions, the patient’s blood pressure should not suddenly drop unless he started bleeding again, or developed some other complication such as an overwhelming infection. However, many of the patients Rebecca worked with would just reach a stabilized condition and then suddenly, for no traceable reason, take a turn for stabilized condition and then suddenly, for no traceable reason, take a turn for the worse. Their heart would suddenly stop beating, or they would stop breathing, or their blood pressure would drop to zero. Many of these died shortly despite all measures taken medically to save them. Rebecca followed up on the autopsies of many of these patients, and was even more puzzled when no cause for their death was found other than the original problem which had brought them into the hospital. The other problem which greatly concerned her was the frequency and content of what is called, in the medical field, an “acute ICU psychosis.” When patients undergo the great stress of a critical illness, they are placed in an ICU (Intensive Care Unit) for a number of days, usually with the lights on 24 hours a day, monitors going, and no window to look out of. Because of this a certain percent will become disoriented and start to have hallucinations. (That is, see things that are not real.) However, in this hospital, the incidence of ICU psychoses was many times more than anything Rebecca had experienced in any of the several other hospitals she had worked in, both as a R.N. and a medical student. Rebecca felt led by the Lord to take the time to talk to many of the patients about just what they were “seeing.” Much to her surprise, almost all of them told her that they had seen demons in their rooms! Greatly concerned about all of this, Rebecca started mentioning the incidence of deaths and ICU psychoses in the medical conferences held with all the interns and residents each morning. Nobody else seemed concerned, or even to believe her. After her third attempt to discuss the problem she was called down to the office of the director of the training program and told to shut her mouth on the subject, that she was not experienced enough to know what she was talking about. When Rebecca pointed out that she also had ten years experience as a R.N. in addition to medical school, she was told that if she continued to create trouble she would be kicked out of the training program. Her morning prayer sessions took on a new intensity as she earnestly sought a revelation from the Lord as to what was going on. The first break-through came through one of her own patients. Pearl was an elderly black lady from the Southern United States who had been under Rebecca’s care for about six months. Pearl was a very strong Christian and Rebecca had come to know her well and love her very much. One evening Pearl came to the hospital very ill and Rebecca admitted her to the Intensive Care Unit. The next morning as Rebecca went to the ICU to start making rounds the nurses told her that Pearl was having an ICU psychosis. Rebecca was somewhat startled, because she knew Pearl was a very strong Christian, a lady who had startled, because she knew Pearl was a very strong Christian, a lady who had suffered much and didn’t panic easily. As she went into Pearl’s room she found her crying. When she asked her why, Pearl told her that if she did not transfer her out of the ICU that day that “that night nurse would kill her.” Then Pearl told Rebecca about how the night shift nurse caring for her had come in and talked to her and told her that there was no need for her to fight to stay alive, that she could so easily be reincarnated into her next life. The nurse also told Pearl that she would call on “the higher powers” to come and escort Pearl into her next “beautiful life.” When the nurse laid her hands on Pearl and spoke words of a foreign sounding language, Pearl recognized it to be an incantation. Pearl knew from her own heritage about voodoo and black magic and demons, and she declared that she had seen demons in the room. She told Rebecca that she was too weak to fight anymore and if the same thing would happen tonight she knew she would die. Rebecca was astounded! She knew Pearl well enough that she didn’t think she was lying and she was sure that she wasn’t disoriented in any way. The nurse Pearl was referring to happened to be the nurse in charge of the ICU on the night shift. She was an older lady, pleasant, attractive and an excellent nurse. She was well organized, knowledgeable and saw to it that the patients got good care. She was highly respected by the medical staff and the rest of the nursing staff. Rebecca had always found her a bit cold and withdrawn, but had thought it was the pressures of her work load. She could not find fault with her work in any way. Rebecca knew she could not talk to any of her colleagues about the problem because they would all say that she was crazy. Neither could she accuse the nurse of anything because she had no proof. At that time Rebecca had very little knowledge of witches and almost no knowledge about demons. There was only one thing she could do. She took the problem to the Lord in prayer. Every spare moment she had that day was spent on her knees in prayer down in the chapel. (She always had the chapel to herself because no one else ever used it.) Late in the day, the Lord confirmed to her heart that Pearl was telling the truth. The Lord also commanded Rebecca to go and sit at Pearl’s bedside all night that night as Pearl was too ill to be safely transferred out of the ICU. This was possible as Rebecca was not on call that particular night. What happened that night was to change Rebecca’s life forever. As she sat at Pearl’s bedside, not really expecting anything to happen, she felt direct demonic oppression as she had never felt it before. Helen, the nurse in charge of the ICU, did not come into Pearl’s room at all that night. Rebecca felt an incredible did not come into Pearl’s room at all that night. Rebecca felt an incredible unseen power coming against her. She felt as if there was a giant unseen hand trying to squash her into a little grease spot on the floor and as if some unseen force was trying to suck the very life out of her. She tried to scientifically reason the feeling away, tried to convince herself that it was just her own imagination, but none of this helped. She felt her body beginning to weaken to the point where she could hardly sit up. Pearl felt it too. So, she and Pearl joined hands, and Rebecca prayed quietly asking the Lord to cover them with a shield of the precious blood of Jesus. “And they overcame him [Satan] by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony...” Revelation 12:11 That night was a tremendous struggle, but Pearl came through the night safely and Rebecca transferred her out of the ICU that morning. The next revelations came quickly. Rebecca was teaching a weekly bible study to some of the nurses whom she had led to the Lord. One of these nurses, Jean, finally started talking to her one day about the Satanism that she had become involved with prior to her conversion. She told Rebecca that Helen had been training her to become a medium and that she had been ready to be initiated into the group of satanists just when Rebecca came to the hospital and had started talking to her about the Lord. As a result, she had made Jesus her Lord and savior and had refused to have anything more to do with Helen or the other witches. However, Jean was obviously very afraid of Helen and her friends. Jean told Rebecca that she knew that Helen considered it her “ministry” to assign herself to care for the most critically ill patients in the ICU. Then while she was caring for them, she would talk to them and tell them that there was no need for them to struggle to live as they could be so easily reincarnated into their next life and have no more suffering. Then, with or without their consent, she would lay her hands on them and call up demon spirits which she called the “higher powers” to come and usher these patients on into their next life. Often, these patients would soon take a turn for the worse and die. Jean was afraid to tell anyone else about the problem because Helen was held in high regard by the head nurse and other authorities, and knew that they would not believe her. In fact, after Jean had turned to Christ, she had arranged a transfer to another shift so that she would not be working with Helen. Jean also told Rebecca about the occult community close to that city which had one of the largest distribution centers of occult literature in the U.S., a very large training camp for witches and also had a satanist church. She confirmed to Rebecca all that the young pastor had told her and was very afraid that the same thing might happen to her. No one around seemed to take the community very seriously, but that, of course, was precisely what Satan wanted. Then Rebecca learned from several other sources about other nurses and doctors at the hospital that were involved in the occult, and about the satanist cult and community. Again she took the situation to the Lord and received confirmation. She began studying her Bible earnestly to learn more about Satan and his demons. She learned that people could be inhabited by demons and could use demonic powers to do all sorts of things. It was at that point that she began to enter into active warfare against Helen and the other satanists who worked at the hospital. In her morning prayer sessions she began to ask the Lord to bind the demonic powers within that place and in the specific people she knew were involved. Daily, in the evenings before Rebecca left the hospital, she would walk through the ICU and other wards, and very quietly but out loud, take authority over every demon spirit in those places that either were there already, or that would come there the rest of the day and night, and bind them with the power of the name of Jesus Christ. She also asked the Lord to place a special shield around the patients to protect them from the demonic forces. Many nights when she was on call, she would be called up to the ICU, or one of the wards to see a patient who had taken a turn for the worse. As God gave Rebecca discernment as to which problems were the result of demonic interference she learned to stand on Luke 10:19: “Behold I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” and Mark 16:17: “And these signs shall follow them that believe; in my name shall they cast out devils... ” Many times she would stand on one side of a patient’s bed silently battling in prayer, binding the demons and commanding them to leave, and claiming a shield of faith in Jesus Christ over the patient, while Helen (or one of the other nurses who was a witch) stood on the other side of the bed directing all the demon power available to her, both at Rebecca and against the patient. Rebecca would also, or course, use all of her medical knowledge to try to reverse the would also, or course, use all of her medical knowledge to try to reverse the downward course of the patient, but she quickly learned that all of her medical knowledge was of little help if it was not combined with the spiritual battling in prayer. Of course, Helen, Satan, and the other witches did not take kindly to Rebecca’s activities, and the battle mounted. Rebecca tried to share with a couple of her Christian co-workers what was going on, but they refused to believe her and told her that she was just ill, and overtired, and imagining things. As the battle increased in intensity, Rebecca’s neuromuscular disease worsened. She came under the care of one of the top doctors on the staff of that hospital. Despite all her prayers and the medical efforts made on her behalf, she was dying, and knew it. Finally, on the last day of her internship year, she became too ill to work any more. A consultation was held with several of the specialists involved in her case and she was told that they did not think she had long to live. There was nothing more they could do. They asked her if she wanted to be admitted to the hospital there, or to go home. She decided to go home. So Rebecca left that city and hospital thinking that she would never see it again, but her heart was so heavy and grieved for the many, many people in that place so lost and held captive by the powers of darkness. Then followed an agonizing month in which her illness progressed to the place where she was so weak that she could not walk, or even get out of bed by herself. But through it all she had a complete and beautiful peace. Jesus was in control, that was all that mattered. Night after night as she lay awake, in too much pain to sleep, she had sweet communion with her Lord and fervently hoped that it would be His will to call her home soon. One day towards the end of that long month, the pastor of her home church, Pastor Pat, came to visit her. Being the man of God that he was, Pastor Pat had not just accepted the fact that Rebecca was to die, but had taken the matter to the Lord in prayer. He came and talked with her and told her that the Lord had revealed to him that it was not His will for Rebecca to die. Then he said, “I know this sounds crazy, but I believe the Lord has revealed to me that what is happening to you is that you are being attacked by a group of very powerful witches. Your illness has worsened to this point because of the demonic powers they are sending to you. Is this possible? Have you been in contact with any witches that you know of?” Suddenly Rebecca understood! Why hadn’t she associated the worsening of her own condition with the battle she had been fighting against the satanists in that own condition with the battle she had been fighting against the satanists in that hospital? She had never talked to Pastor Pat about any of her experiences, so she told him about all that had been happening the past year. He paced the floor in deep concern, then turned to her and said, “I know it is not the Lord’s will for you to die. I have no doubts at all now that your illness is a direct result of witchcraft. We must pray and block the power of those witches.” And pray he did! Not only the pastor, but the elders and also about 200 members of that church fasted and prayed around the clock for a whole week, interceding for Rebecca, asking the Lord to shield her and break the power of the witches who were coming against her. Toward the end of that week, one night as Rebecca lay in bed, drifting on the edge of unconsciousness, the Lord brought to her mind a portion that she had read in Watchman Nee’s book: “Unless a Christian plainly knows his work is finished and he no longer is required by the Lord to remain, he should by all means resist death. If the symptoms of death have been seen already in his body before his work is done, he positively should resist it and its symptoms. To concede — by sizing up of our environment, physical condition, and feeling — that our time has come is an error on our part; we instead need to possess definite indications from the Lord. As we live for Him, so must we die for Him. Any call for departure which does not come from the Lord ought to be opposed. To overcome death believers must alter their attitude from one of submission to one of resistance towards it. Unless we cast off our passive approach we will not be able to overthrow death but will be mocked by it instead and finally come to an untimely end. Numerous saints today misapprehend passivity for faith. They reason that they have committed everything to God. If they ought not to die, He verily shall save them from it: if they ought to die, then He doubtless shall allow them to die: let the will of God be done. Such a saying sounds right, but is this faith? Not at all. It is simply lazy passivity. When we do not know God’s will, it is fitting for us to pray: ‘not my will, but thine, be done’ (Luke 22:42). This does not mean we need not pray specifically, letting our requests be made known to God. We should not submit passively to death, for God instructs us to work together actively with His will. Except we definitely know God wants us to die, we must not passively permit death to oppress us. Rather we must actively cooperate with God’s will to resist it. Why should we adopt such an attitude as this? The Bible treats death as our enemy.” (1 Cor 15:26) From The Spiritual Man, by Watchman Nee, pp. 216-219. As the Lord brought to her memory the above passages, the Holy Spirit quietly As the Lord brought to her memory the above passages, the Holy Spirit quietly spoke to Rebecca and told her that it was not the Father’s will for her to die, that she had much work yet to do. She must begin to stand up and resist Satan, and refuse to accept illness or death from him. She struggled for awhile, because in her heart of hearts, she did not want to live. She did not want to struggle any longer, she wanted to go to heaven with her Lord and have all the peace and joy that she knew awaited her there. But the quiet, soft, voice of the Holy Spirit was insistent. Finally, with many tears, she placed her feet on “The Rock” and began to rebuke Satan and command him in the name of Jesus to leave — that she would not accept any more of the illness he sought to put on her, and that she would not accept death. Later the Lord revealed to Rebecca that the only reason He had been able to break through that night and reveal to her that He wanted her to stand up and fight and resist death, was because of the powerful intercession by Pastor Pat and the church people. Rebecca had so much muscle damage that she had a three months recovery period, but the Lord raised her up and completely healed her. So she returned to Memorial Hospital to finish her last two years of training, ready at last for the meeting the Lord was arranging with Elaine, the head witch who had led the attempt to kill her. CHAPTER 2 Enter Elaine ELAINE TALKS: My mother and father’s marriage was a very shaky one. My father was a drunkard who believed that he was God’s gift to women. He mistreated my mother very badly. When I was born he stood at the foot of her bed and told her that he wished I was dead over and over, until she finally threw a vase at him. My birth was like any other birth, like hundreds born on that same day all over the world, except that I was born deformed. I had no nose, no upper lip, no roof in my mouth. This is what is called a severe hair-lip with a cleft-palate. My mother wanted to see me right away as soon as I was born, and to her I was a beautiful baby, even with the deformities. Her first question was, “Can she be fixed?” She was in absolute poverty. She had no money and no way of making any. In those days the welfare programs were not available as they are today, but my mother was not the type to give up just because she was poor. It so happened that in that same hospital there was a nurse called Helen. She had assisted at my birth. Helen knew my mother’s circumstances and also of my father’s attitude of hatred. Helen wasn’t just an ordinary nurse, she was also a powerful witch and a member of what has become one of the most powerful but little known cults in our country today. This cult calls themselves The Brotherhood and is a Satan-worshiping cult. Helen was, at that time, what is known within the cult as a “contact person.” Her contact with my mother was to affect the rest of my entire life, as well as the life of Rebecca. The day following my birth Helen approached my mother with a proposition. If my mother would give Helen permission to take a very small amount of my blood, she and her “friends” would provide a way to get finances and the help she needed to obtain the best surgical and medical care for me that was available. My mother could not understand just why Helen would do all this in return for seemingly so small a thing. She could never seem to grasp the meaning of what Helen explained to her. But, as there seemed to be no other source of the desperately needed help, and as Helen repeatedly reassured her that she would not harm me, my mother finally agreed to the proposition. Helen was an attractive young lady who seemed genuinely concerned and sincere in her desire to help both me and my mother. What Helen did not explain to my mother was that my blood was, for her, a very important “sale.” The small container of blood taken from me was given to another woman called Grace. Grace was also in the satanist cult. She was what is known as a high priestess. The selling of my blood was to give Grace more power, more activity and a higher position within the cult. Helen, too, obtained more power through this transaction. The blood was taken by Helen and given to Grace. Grace then drank my blood during a ceremony which gave both Grace and Satan possession of me, and opened me up as a home for many demons from that moment on. Grace, at Satan’s direction, sent many specific spirits into me which would mold and shape my life and personality and future. My mother was not a Christian, neither did she know that what she did would make me a marked person, carefully watched by the satanists, and would, later in my life, result in my own involvement in the cult. Had she known that, my mother never would have said, “O.K., you can have a little of her blood.” Later on in my life as a member of the cult myself, I was to witness a number of such sales and always my heart grieved as I thought about the consequences in the baby’s future life. Satan now had a prized possession. A new born baby where demons and spirits could have a home and could grow and become very powerful and agile in my life. As I became more and more aware of myself, even in my younger days, I knew something different and special was going on within me, but didn’t know what it was. Four days after my birth, my mother was approached and told that she could take me to a children’s hospital at a nearby large medical center. There I would have a number of surgeries. Very many. As a matter of fact, it took sixteen years of plastic surgery to build a face for me. I also had to have long hours of speech and hearing therapy, dental work, everything. This was the beginning of many years of pain, loneliness, and rejection. Pain, because plastic surgery burns with agonizing pain during the days of healing after a surgery. Loneliness, because I was not like the other children. Rejection, because of their reaction to my disfigurement. I had very few friends. I became very rough, a fighter. I learned to fight and fight very well in order to be able to stand up for myself. I had so many interruptions of my schooling because of the surgeries that it was difficult for me to maintain the few friendships I did form. The children at school seemed to enjoy prodding me and poking me and pushing me and making fun of me until I could hardly stand it anymore. We moved from me and making fun of me until I could hardly stand it anymore. We moved from school to school so that I never went to the same school two years in a row. My parents thought it would help if I never had to face the same group of school children a second year. But, I did face the same children again and again. Every school was the same, the reactions were the same. Nothing changed, year after agonizing year. My mother remarried shortly after my birth. My parents didn’t go to church. They didn’t deny me the right to go, but they did not go. They were “waiting on each other.” And, like most people, if you wait on someone long enough, you’ve waited too long if you don’t take the first step yourself. I finally did join a youth group at a church. It was quite an active group in a Pentacostal Church. I was sixteen years old by then and was accepted by the church youth group because I could sing, and play the guitar and drums. I had many talents in the musical field as well as the art field. It was a rather happy time for me for a short while. As I grew up I found that I had unexplainable powers and I didn’t know what to do with them, or what they were, or where they came from. Some people told me I had special “gifts.” I have an aunt who is deep into witchcraft and spiritism. She used to have all of us kids over to show us occult “games.” I always had far superior abilities with the ouiji board, tarot cards, etc. As I reached my teens I realized that I had a fast growing ability to influence others, to make them do as I wanted. I had unusual physical strength as well. I remember that in my first year of high school I was approached by a lesbian girl who tried to pull some of her tricks on me after gym class one day. I went into an uncontrollable rage and nearly drowned her in a toilet. She was much bigger than I, but I would have killed her had not several adults intervened. I remained in the same school throughout high school. The kids there made fun of me too. The worst thing in the world at that age is to have your own peers abuse you and make fun of you. I reached the point where I couldn’t cope with it anymore. When I was in the 12th grade, I was walking down the hall one day when the leading player of the football team called out, “Look at the ugly hair- lip.” I remember dropping my books and running towards him. The next thing I remember is five teachers pulling me off of him. I had nearly beaten him to death. I had broken his nose, jaw and a number of the bones in his face. I had unnatural strength. That boy weighed close to two hundred pounds and I only weighed ninty-eight pounds at the time. I didn’t have a single bruise from the fight, not even on my fists. This power seemed ominous to me and yet I enjoyed it. It was the only way I could get a little peace. No one could push me around. I look back on it with heart break now, but at the time it seemed worth it just to have a little peace. But all peace, I was soon to find out, was going to be obliterated by a lie from Satan that I would regret for a long, long time and still do. I’m thankful that Jesus loved me all that time, although I did not realize it then. I loved the power that I had. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I wanted to find out how to get more of it. That is when I met a friend named Sandy in my youth group at church. She also attended the same high school as I. Sandy was seventeen and so was I. Sandy was a “recruiter” for the satanist cult and led me into the next step in Satan’s plan for my life. CHAPTER 3 Entering The Brotherhood ELAINE TALKS: Sandy became a friend of mine, about the only friend I had. I met her at the church in the youth group I mentioned earlier. I didn’t go to church to hear about the Lord, I went to get involved with the other kids. Sandy and I worked together on various youth programs in the church and at high school we also chummed around, studied together, and went out for cokes. Sandy was a pretty girl. She was richer than I was, very well dressed and very popular. She didn’t seem to let that bother her too much where I was concerned. I thought she was my friend more out of pity than anything, but that was because I didn’t know she was a recruiter for The Brotherhood. Shortly after the incident with the football player, Sandy mentioned to me that she noticed that I had a special power that few others had. She said she knew where I could learn to have more of that same power. She also said, “Hey listen, I know that you’re lonely and down, and I think I have something that can help you. The church we’re going to doesn’t really care about you, and God doesn’t really care about you. If He did, you wouldn’t have been born the way you were.” She then offered me a chance to go to a “youth camp” with her run by the “group” that she and her family belonged to. She called it a “church camp.” It was located in a small town a few miles away. It was held during the summer. School was out at the time and as I had nothing else to do I decided to go. I told my parents I was going to a church camp — they really didn’t care what I did. I was fearful and yet elated. I thought that I had finally found a friend and that maybe this was the answer to both my loneliness and my questions about the strange power inside me. Sandy talked to me about the camp for days before we actually went. She described it as the ideal place where I would be accepted and wanted and needed. My powers were needed, she told me, and they could be perfected. I would be able to become great and famous, or rich, whatever I wanted I could have. As she talked I felt that strange power within me beginning to stir and build. What Sandy did not do was mention the word “cult,” or tell me the truth about this group. I will stop here and give you a capsule summary of the group. This group which secretly calls itself The Brotherhood, is made up of people who are directly controlled by, and worship, Satan. It is a rapidly growing and very dangerous cult. It has two major centers in the U.S. — the West coast, mostly in the Los Angeles-San Francisco area, and another in the mid-western U.S. where I lived. They are divided into local groups, or chapters, called covens. The covens range in size from 5-10 people to several thousand. This is the same cult written about in Hal Lindsey’s book, Satan Is Alive And Well On Planet Earth, and in Mike Warnke’s book, The Satan Seller. It is also the U.S. counterpart of the group in England written about in the book Freed From Witchcraft, by Doreen Irvine. This cult is extremely secretive. No written records of membership are kept. Even the contracts with Satan signed in blood by the members are burned by the high priests and high priestesses. (This is not common knowledge among the lower ranking members.) These satanists infest every level of society — the poor and the rich. The very well educated, the police force, government officials, business men and women, and even some so-called Christian ministers. Most all of them attend local Christian churches and are considered “good citizens” because of their involvement in local civic activities. This is all done as a cover- up. They lead double lives and are expert at it; masters of deception. “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light, therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness... ” II Corinthians 11:14-15. They all go by code names at their meetings so that, should they meet each other on the street, often as not they would not know each other’s real name. They are rigidly disciplined by Satan and his demons. They practice human sacrifice several times a year and animal sacrifice on a monthly basis. The human sacrifices are most often babies — born out of wedlock to various cult members, cared for by the doctors and nurses within the cult so that the mother is never seen in a hospital — the baby’s birth is never registered, neither it’s death. Other sacrifices are kidnapped victims, a cult member who is being disciplined, or who volunteers, I suspect because they can no longer live with themselves. Many of them are cold blooded murderers, extremely skillful. Each coven is led by a high priest and a high priestess. These people get to their position by obtaining favor with Satan by various means and by obtaining position by obtaining favor with Satan by various means and by obtaining greater and greater powers of witchcraft. There is much in-fighting within the group. There is an elite society of witches within the cult called The Sisters of Light. There are several occult groups in the U.S. who call themselves The Illuminati, most are not a part of The Brotherhood. There is a group called the Illuminati made up mostly of people who are directly descended from the Druids of ancient England. They are extremely powerful and dangerous people and are linked to The Brotherhood. They practice human sacrifice frequently. The Sisters of Light first came to the U.S. from Europe in the late 1700’s. They date back to the dark ages in Europe, but indeed have their roots back to the sorcerers of ancient Egypt and Babylon who were powerful enough to be able to actually reproduce three of the ten plagues sent upon Egypt during Moses’ time. (See Exodus chapter 7.) These witches are incredibly powerful. They are able to produce disease and kill without ever physically touching the victim, even over a distance of thousands of miles. This is all accomplished by demons of course, and these people are deluded into thinking that they control the demons when actually Satan and the demons are just using them. Incredible atrocities are committed within the cult by humans so controlled by the demons within them that they lose all emotions of love and compassion and become cruel beings that hardly seem human. Some of this will be discussed later in the book. The rapidity of growth of The Brotherhood is a mark of the end-times we are in and a direct fulfillment of Biblical prophecy. In the United States and around the world there are countless thousands of cults and groups that worship and serve Satan under many different names. Many do not call Satan by this name, but by some other name. Many simply refer to him as the “Master.” Also, there are many independent groups of self-styled witches and satanists. Customs and styles of worship in individual groups and organizations vary widely. I stepped directly into this cult when I went to that summer camp with Sandy. I was very excited by the time we arrived. With excitement you lose a lot of what you see and hear. We were taken first to the dorms where we were to stay and made to feel very welcome. The camp had many facilities: museums, libraries, different houses where you could go to clairvoyants, hypnotists, palm readers, tarot card readers, voodoo experts, etc. Some of these people lived there the year ’round, some didn’t. This was the place where the cult officially meets with the unknowing public. We attended many classes which taught us how to extend and use our “powers.” Sandy took me to the first meeting with the Sisters of Light. Much later I found out that they had been watching me carefully throughout my childhood, from the time of the sale of my blood made by Helen and Grace. Sandy took me into the large Satanic church on the grounds about two hours before the main evening meeting. The sun was setting and the entire church was dark except for 13 candles in a circle on the floor at the front of the church which cast eerie shadows about the 13 figures also seated on the floor, one behind each candle. As we drew closer I could see that the figures were 13 women, all dressed identically in long white robes with attached cowl-like hoods up over their heads. They were each sitting cross legged on the highly polished wooden floor, backs straight, arms folded across their breasts, staring with absolute concentration into the candle in front of them. The candles were each about two feet tall and three inches in diameter. They were made of black wax and each one sat on top of a long narrow sheet of paper that was covered with fine writing. The wax from the candles dripped down onto the papers. The women did not wear jewelry or ornamentation of any sort. There was no movement by any of them except for their continuous low-voiced chanting and humming as they offered their prayers to Satan. There was a power there that held me both fascinated and awe struck. I could feel a mighty stirring of the unexplainable power within myself as I sat and watched them throughout their two hour ceremony. I found myself drawn back again the following night to watch the same ceremony. I knew that they were the Sisters of Light only because Sandy told me so. Other cult members referred to them as “Mothers,” and few knew that they were actually this elite group. They never told men of their identity as men were strictly excluded from the group. However, they are the power-house and main strength of the cult, and a strictly guarded secret even within the cult itself. They do not tolerate weakness in any of their members, anyone weak is destroyed. There are very few younger women among them. After the ceremony the second night I was approached by one of the women. After the ceremony the second night I was approached by one of the women. She told me that they had noticed my interest and already knew of my unusual power, and that they would very much like for me to enter into their training program. They were casual and kindly and told me that they could train me to greatly increase and extend my power as no other group could. I swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker. At first they told me of the greatness I could have, of how I could use the power within me to get what I needed, also, whatever I wanted I could have. This power was of Satan, not of God. They were the first to tell me that and they also told me that Satan is the only true God. They taught me how to chant and hum. Told me that if I wanted anything, all I needed to do was to light my candle and put my prayers underneath it. Requests not only for myself, of course, because I must not be selfish. I could pray either for another person’s uplifting or for his downfall. It made no difference as long as there was someone else’s name on the paper as well as my own. At last the final day of the camp came and I prepared to go home. Suddenly I was faced with the fact that all the kindliness of the people at the camp was a front and that my involvement was no longer a game, nor was it voluntary. When I met Sandy for the trip home she told me that she had just had word from the Sisters of Light that they were offering special training to myself and some others who were “specially gifted.” Sandy said that they and the high priest and high priestess wanted to speak with me briefly over at the church before we left. I went over to the church and entered with several others. After we got into the church we saw that armed guards immediately stepped in front of the doors and we were told to stand before the small group at the front of the church. The high priest then told us that we had been selected to join The Brotherhood, which meant signing a contract with Satan in our own blood at a meeting the following night. I asked what was in the contract and was told that I would be giving myself body and soul and spirit to “our great father Satan” in return for many “blessings” from him. We were also told that if we did not want to do so that they would use certain “persuasion” to change our minds. I told them that under no circumstances would I sign such a contract. At this point the high priestess took over and informed me that I had no choice. I looked her square in the eye and said, “Go to Hell! You bitch! I think you are all weird, I will do no such thing.” Immediately a very large guard armed with a submachine gun came up behind me and grabbed my arm at the wrist pulling it behind me and upwards with such force that I felt as if he had broken it. He told me that I was to bow my knee to force that I felt as if he had broken it. He told me that I was to bow my knee to the high priestess and ask her forgiveness for my disrespect, that if I did not do so he would beat me until I did. Outraged, I shouted, “Then go ahead and start, because I’m not bowing myself to any woman!” He swung at me, his fist catching me full force in the temple. I don’t remember anymore until I awakened in small 5 X 5 foot cell. It was completely bare with a hard wooden floor. The door had a small window out to a hallway so that I could be observed. It was almost completely dark. I was in that room for 24 hours. It seemed like days. I was not allowed to sleep, speakers blared constantly. I was told over and over again that all glory and honor and homage was due Satan. That I needed to ask Satan’s forgiveness. That Satan was the God of the universe. I was also told that my family was being watched, and that if I did not adhere to the rules and regulations and sign the contract, that they would all be tortured and killed. I was not given any food or water during that time. The following evening I was taken from the room by two guards into another room where I was met by two women from the Sisters of Light. They helped me to bathe, then placed a satiny white robe over my nude body. My feet were left bare. The robe reached the floor and was tied at the waist with a white cord. It had a cowl-like hood and long loose sleeves. It did not have ornamentation of any kind. The women told me that I should not fight any more, that I could not avoid my destiny. They told me what wonderful “blessings” I would receive by giving myself to “my father Satan.” I was transported to the meeting in a closed van so that I could not see where we were going. This meeting was not held at the Satanic church on the camp grounds. I caught only a glimpse of the outside of the building as I was hurried inside. It had no windows and was back in a woods. It looked like it was some sort of storage building on a farm, though isolated, and there was some straw on the wooden floor inside. The building was dimly lit by many large flickering candles around the walls. The candles were in groups of three, a black, red and white candle in each group. There were 200 to 300 people present, seated on plain wooden benches facing the front of the room. At the front was a wooden platform with torches burning around the edge on about 5 foot tall poles. There was a rough-hewn stone altar down in front in the middle of the platform which looked like it was sitting on saw horses. (I was to learn later that this was indeed the case to provide easy movability.) The stone was gray with many brownish stains these stains were from the blood of the many sacrifices performed on that altar, both animal and human. human. In spite of my exhaustion and fear I felt a stirring of excitement as I felt the tremendous invisible power within that room and a responding stirring of the power within me. Incense was burning, filling the room with its odor. I think it had some sort of drug in it because it quickly made me quite dizzy. The room was absolutely silent as the robed and hooded figures looked expectantly at the empty stage. At some unseen signal many small hand-held bells started ringing as the high priest and high priestess stepped noiselessly onto the stage out of the shadows. The high priest and high priestess wore identical robes. The robes were both of a black satin material, the same style as my own, trimmed with red around the hood, down the front edges and around the edges of the long full sleeves. Each was tied at the waist with a golden cord. Their feet were also bare as were everyone else’s. Each carried a scepter about 3 feet long. The high priestess’ was gold. At the top was an inverted cross with a serpent curling around the handle and up onto the cross. The high priest’s scepter was of the same design but made of silver. The scepters were carried reverently in the crook of their arms. Their presence was commanding and I became aware really for the first time of the tremendous power they had, and I envied them. There were many heavily armed guards at that meeting both inside and outside of the building. This was my first attendance of a real cult meeting. All the rest had been games and play and show. After the opening remarks I was taken forward to the front of the altar by the two guards. I and the others were introduced to the congregation as new members “anxious” to join. The high priest first centered his attention on me. He said, “Brothers and Sisters of Satan, we bring you this child, this one called Sister Courage (that was my new name). We bring her to you for she has asked to become one of us, and now unto our lord and god our master, the master of the universe, and also the destroyer, Satan, we say: this child, Sister Courage, we give unto you to do your bidding to be what you want her to be. We have promised her as you have given us the word to promise, your blessings.” I was then given a knife to cut my finger with, but I refused to do so. Instantly one of the guards brought a whip down hard on my back causing me to writhe in agony, but I was determined not to bow to them. With a flick of her hand the high priestess signaled the guard to stop beating me. She spoke in a voice dripping with destain and said that there were much more effective ways of showing me my error. I watched in amazement as she and the high priest took up positions on opposite sides of a large pentagram (five pointed star) drawn on the floor in the middle of the stage. The pentagram was drawn inside of a circle and a black candle sat at each point of the star. With merely a wave of her hand the high priestess lit all the candles at once without touching any of them. Then she started an incantation, the high priest joining in with the chant. The audience also chanted at certain points when directed to do so by the ringing of the little bells. Suddenly the pentagram was engulfed in a whoosh of smoke and blinding light. The room was instantly filled with a foul odor as of burning sulfur. A huge demon appeared in a physical manifestation in the center of the circle, flames surrounding him. He was huge, about 8 feet tall. He glowered menacingly at me, weaving back and forth. The high priestess (Grace) turned to me and told me that if I did not obey and sign the contract that I would be given to that demon to torture until he finally killed me. That was enough for me! Never had I felt such fear, but at the same time I lusted after the power displayed by Grace (the high priestess). I was determined to become as powerful as she so that I could get revenge on those people for all that had been done to me. When I signaled my willingness to sign the contract, two women came forward and placed a black robe over my white one. The black robe was made of a cotton material and was of the same design as the white one. The black was a sign that I was no longer a novice. I took the knife offered me and cut my finger deeply. Then I dipped a quill pen in my own blood and signed the contract with my name stating that I was giving myself body, soul and spirit to Satan. Immediately after signing the contract, I was engulfed in an electronic charge of energy which surged from the top of my head down to my toes. It was so strong that I was knocked to the floor. As I lay on the floor trying to recover I realized that Grace was doing another incantation. I struggled to my feet to find that she had called up another demon. This one came down to where I stood and told me that he was going to live in me. He reached out and roughly grabbed me by the shoulders before I had time to say anything. Immediately I felt agonizing, searing heat go through my body and smelled sulfur strongly again. In the midst of the agony I passed out and knew nothing more until I was roughly loaded into the van for the return trip to the camp. By that time I was so exhausted and dizzy from the lack of sleep, the beatings I had endured, and the lack of food and water, that I did not fully comprehend the significance of what was happening to me. I stayed at the camp for a week afterwards so that the most noticeable of my cuts and bruises could heal. When I went home I thought and felt that I was now one and bruises could heal. When I went home I thought and felt that I was now one of the most powerful people on earth. I knew that I had power that was beyond most peoples’ imagination. I thought that nothing and no one could destroy me. How wrong I was! CHAPTER 4 Rise To Power ELAINE TALKS: I was now a member of The Brotherhood, had a new name and was what is known as a witch. About one month after I had signed the contract with Satan I had my first meeting with the local high priestess. The coven in my home town was fairly large, about a thousand people. The high priestess contacted me and told me that she wanted to see me in her home. I was very surprised to be called by such a high authority. Very few girls are ever called to see the high priestess unless they are to be punished, or if she has something specific for them to do. Her home was elaborate and very beautiful and she ruled with an iron hand. She told me, “You have been specially selected by Satan to be trained for his work and to become a high priestess if you can qualify.” Within the satanist cult this is a great honor. You must be highly ranked to be accepted for that type of training. The high priestess was an elderly lady. She had been a high priestess for many many years. She was very pretty even though she was old. Her personality was one of friendliness and yet there was something very cold about her. She knew that I was to replace her. A high priestess is always destroyed when she is replaced by another witch. She is commanded by Satan or one of his high demons to train another witch to take her place. She has no choice but to obey the command. I thought it strange that she should ask me to be trained for such a position as I was so young and a new member. What I didn’t know at the time was that the demons that I already had were far stronger than hers and that Satan had commanded her to teach me exactly what they were, how to use them, and how, in the end, to destroy her. In my heart of hearts, I was not, and never would be, one for destruction. I enjoyed living and I did not want to hurt this lady, but I knew that if I did not, she would kill me. I received intensive training in several areas for the next 20 months. I met with the high priestess mostly at her home or at other meeting places where we met off in another room away from the other members of the cult. We met often, at least weekly. The contents of my training by the high priestess consisted mainly of incantations. I learned how to conjure up spirits to do my bidding. She taught me how to project and use that strange power that I had felt within me for so long. how to project and use that strange power that I had felt within me for so long. She taught me that those powers came from demons dwelling within me. She also taught me protocol and how to conduct cult meetings as a high priestess. The Sisters of Light also participated in my training. They were the principal ones responsible for training me to increase in power as rapidly as I did. Through their training I learned many secrets that most other high priestesses never know. They asked me to join their society but I refused. Secretly I always thought they were very strange. Arrangements were made for training in the martial arts as well. I already knew some Karate and Judo, but knew nothing about Kung-Fu. I was given into the hands of a middle-aged Chinese man who was a master of all three. He was a well known lawyer in my home town. He was kind to me, but a very tough task- master. I learned much from him. He trained many cult people from the whole surrounding area. He thought that I had much potential and wanted me to participate in public competition. I never did and never wanted to. Learning the martial arts was a rigorous and very tormentive type of training. I asked special demons to come into me to give me the abilities I needed. The mind and the body must be trained to move as one. I could jump many feet in the air, land on my feet, make summersalts and come up and destroy someone with my feet and/or hands. I became expert also in the use of knives, num-chucks, swords, guns, bow and arrows, stars and many types of oriental weapons that are not well known in this country. Not only do high ranking members of the cult receive such training, but a number of the lower ranking members also receive it so that they can serve as guards, assassins, etc. I was taught much about Satan, almost all of it lies. I was taught about his power, about his love for me. How I had been rejected by God. How Satan loved me and wanted me as his own and about how I had been chosen among all women to be his high priestess. The Sisters of Light also told me much about the opportunity to become a regional Bride of Satan. There are only 5 to 10 regional Brides of Satan in the U.S. at any one time. It is a position of great honor and power. The Sisters of Light told me they were sure I had the ability to attain this high position. They constantly talked about all the benefits I would gain if I reached it. I became determined to gain that position. The first demon that I actually saw, manifested to me in a physical form during that first ceremony when I signed the contract. The next demon I actually saw, was the first “conjured-up” demon of my own. As I performed the appropriate incantation he appeared in a cloud of smoke which smelled strongly of sulfur. incantation he appeared in a cloud of smoke which smelled strongly of sulfur. The whole episode was a very elaborate, very staged type of thing, but he was very real. Again, he was in a physical form. He was huge, about eight feet tall. He had a body much like a man, yet different. He was all black. We have since come to know this class of demons as Black Warriors. He had fiery red eyes, huge hands, and his armor was really his skin. It was made up of thick, black, hard scales, something like a tortoise’s shell. Each scale was about six inches square. I knew that this was a powerful demon and I had called him up just to see if I could do it. As he stood silently staring at me, I told him that I was the “chosen one.” His response was, “I know who you are, and I know that I am sent here to guard you and that nothing will ever harm you as long as I’m here, and as long as you serve the almighty Satan, our lord and our god.” His name was Ri-Chan. He fought many battles both for me, and, when I was disobedient to Satan, against me. I saw and conversed with many demons after that. As my skill grew in being able to see the spirit world, I was able to see and talk with demons without them taking on a physical form. Indeed, I rarely asked them to appear physically except on occasions when I wanted to impress or frighten someone lower in the cult than myself. The next major demon I summoned was Mann-Chan. This was during one of my training sessions with the high priestess in her home. She told me that I was at a point in my training where I must learn and do a very special incantation. She did not tell me the purpose of the incantation and I did not ask. I knew this day was an important one because of the special preparations made. First, I drew on the floor with chalk a very large pentagram, then drew a circle around it. (The purpose of the circle around the pentagram is to keep the demon summoned inside the circle unless you gave him permission to move out of it. The circle is supposed to protect the witch from the demon who comes. In reality, of course, the demons do pretty much whatever they want so I quickly learned to be very careful not to summon a demon that was stronger than the demons I had protecting me.) Carefully, I placed a black candle in each corner of the pentagram, then a much larger black candle in the center. All six were lit. A table with a hot plate on it was set up close to the side of the pentagram. The contents of a kettle had been prepared earlier by the high priest. It was filled with desecrated holy water, that is, holy water from a Catholic church which the high priest then urinated into. He had also taken a dog and killed it and drained its blood into a special jar which he had given to me to take to the high priestess’ house. She then gave me some powders and herbs. The water in the kettle was house. She then gave me some powders and herbs. The water in the kettle was brought to the boil on the hot plate just before I started the incantation. I asked no questions, but obeyed the high priestess’ instructions to the letter. I sat on the floor, staring into the black candle in the center of the pentagram, murmuring: “Oh great Satan, the power and builder and creator of the universe, I beg thee, give me a demon to be the guide and light of my life — to give me all wisdom and knowledge. My beloved, Oh master, grant to me my wish!” At that point the high priestess spoke the name Mann-Chan to me. I then said, “Mann-Chan come, you are welcome into my body, I bid thee arise from your hiding place.” I took the powders and herbs and blood and cast them into the boiling kettle. The steam rose and immediately the room was filled with a very foul odor. I then dipped a desecrated golden goblet into the kettle, filling it. I set the goblet carefully down on the table and waited expectantly. Within about five minutes the liquid in the goblet had completely turned to powder. Then I took the goblet and threw the powder from it into the flame of the large candle in the center of the pentagram. Immediately there was a woosh and a huge flame. The candle disappeared in blinding white light. As the light died down over the next few seconds, I could see the figure of what appeared to be an incredibly handsome young man. He had coal black hair and piercing black eyes that radiated intelligence. I hurried to my knees beside the pentagram. With a rag, I wiped away the chalk to form a clear pathway through the pentagram. The young man, who was actually the demon Mann-Chan in a physical form, stepped through to the outside of the pentagram on the pathway that I had made. He spoke to me in perfect English in a gentle manner and with what seemed to be great love. He told me that I was to be inhabited by him and he promised that no harm would come to me. He told me that he would give me all wisdom and knowledge, he would be my teacher and guide. He called himself my “redeemer.” I agreed, very much awed by his beautiful countenance. He then walked straight into me. But, in the instant before he entered, he changed from the human form to the demon he really was. HIDEOUS! He was naked, his face had changed from beauty to hideous cruelty. The beautiful coal black locks of hair had become dull brown and were coarse and sparse and stubby like pig bristles. His eyes were incredibly dark and evil, his mouth open to show long sharp dirty yellow fangs. He had very long arms, his hands had stubby fingers tipped with long sharply pointed nails. He uttered a horrible hideous loud laugh of triumph as he stepped directly into my body. I screamed out. First at the sight of him, then at the pain of his entrance. Searing, agonizing pain, such as I had never before experienced. I felt as if my body was on fire. I felt as if I was going to die and at that particular moment I wished with all my heart that I could do so. Ri-Chan stepped forward on hearing my cry, thinking that perhaps I was being attacked from without. But Mann-Chan spoke to him and told him that it was he and not to worry. As the pain died down, Mann-Chan told me that that was a small demonstration of what I would get if ever I disobeyed him and also to let me know that he was there to stay, that nothing, and no one could ever make him leave! From that point on Mann-Chan was the main demon in my life. He communicated with me by putting thoughts directly into my mind. I communicated with him either by speaking aloud or by speaking with my spirit body. I did not fully realize it then, but Mann-Chan could not actually read my mind. He controlled me and kept all my doorways open to Satan and the other demons so that they could come and go as they chose, and also as I willed. My life became centered around him. I gave all of my time and effort trying to gain control of him, but he had more control of me than I did of him. Often he knocked me unconscious and completely controlled my body, using it as he pleased, frequently speaking through my mouth. He controlled when I ate and slept, how well I did my work, how well I got along with people — my very life itself. I learned through him how to use demons, how to use them in spiritual warfare. How to use them to strengthen my own spirit body, how to use them in ceremonies, against-other people, other witches, churches and even ministers of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He gave me the ability to speak many languages and to walk and talk with great authority and power. But Mann-Chan was not the light that he promised or the thing of love and beauty as I had first seen him. He was something evil and rotten and was eating away at my soul and body, causing me much suffering and much pain many many times because I would not uphold or participate in human sacrifices. Life was a continuous nightmare from that point on. I was living a double existence. That is, I was a member of the satanic cult and also simultaneously a member of a very large Christian church where I taught and sang and participated in all sorts of activities. I was torn constantly, never free for a moment, completely trapped. I then began to have many battles with many witches. Battling is done in several ways. The most common is for the stronger witch to call the demons out of the weaker witch into herself, thus making her even stronger and often resulting in the destruction of the weaker because she no longer has the power to defend the destruction of the weaker because she no longer has the power to defend herself. Demons have no loyalties. They will always go to the stronger person. Satan’s entire kingdom runs on the principle of competition; just the opposite of God’s kingdom where everyone serves each other. Battling is rarely if ever done on a physical plane, although witches do often use demons to destroy the physical body of a weaker witch. There was one witch in particular who attacked me. Her name is Sarah. I tried to explain to her that if she did not leave me alone I would have to destroy her. She did not believe me and finally we entered into full battle. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. I saw her grow weaker and weaker as I called demon after demon out of her and into myself. At first her demons fought back and I felt my own body being lifted up, thrown against walls, my throat being strangled without the sight of a physical hand. But what she saw was Mann-Chan and Ri-Chan and many other demons coming against her. They were tearing her body apart. She finally realized that I was truly the chosen one, that I was to be the high priestess and that she had lost the battle. She withdrew in time to live and I thank God for that. She ended up in the hospital for quite some time as a result of the injuries she sustained in the battle. Years later she told me that it was during that time in the hospital that she accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior, and she is now living fully and whole- heartedly for the Lord. Believe me, the change is beautiful. My first meeting with Satan came shortly before the ceremony in which I became the high priestess. He came to me in the physical form of a man and we sat down and talked. He told me that I was to be his high priestess, that I was very special to him. He told me also that there had to be a sacrifice; more blood had to be shed for my “purification” so that I could become his high priestess. I hated that, but was relieved to find that at least it was to be an animal sacrifice. What I saw was a man, exceedingly handsome, very bright and sunny and shining. He seemed to have great love for me and didn’t seem to be in any way a danger to me. Mann-Chan gave no indication of danger and neither did Ri-Chan. I was very much awed by this meeting. I wanted him to come back, I felt a need deep down inside for him. For the first time in my life I felt really loved. How wrong I was. Satan hated my guts. He wanted only to use me for his own benefit and then planned to destroy me. I attended cult meetings very regularly during my 2 years of training. The meetings were held in barns, churches, houses, lodges, all different places. On the occasions when Satan was personally present, I was drawn more and more to the occasions when Satan was personally present, I was drawn more and more to him like a moth is attracted to a flame. He knew very well that he had me trapped. Just before becoming a high priestess I saw a human sacrifice for the first time. We were in an old barn with at least a thousand people present. A small baby was used. She was selected because her mother gave the child to be sacrificed and thought it to be a great honor. The law never hears of these babies because most of them are illegitimate, they are born at home, the mother never sees anyone for prenatal care and no record of the baby’s birth, or death, is ever made. The baby was strapped down on a stone alter which was in the shape of an upside-down cross. I will never forget the awful sound of her screams as the high priest drove a sharp knife into her chest and ripped out her living heart. Her blood was then drained off and drank first by the high priest and high priestess, then by other members who wished to do so. Many did, not only to receive new and stronger demons, but also because it is believed that such sacrifices provide increased fertility and that the children conceived under such circumstances would be strong and intelligent and powerful in Satanism. I could not get away. I was trapped within the crowd. I was filled with horror. I was filled with emptiness and coldness and despair. I wondered why Satan wanted such a sacrifice. Wasn’t Christ’s blood enough? We were constantly being told about Christ’s defeat on the cross and that He had been the ultimate sacrifice to Satan. But I was to learn that Satan’s desire for blood and destruction is insatiable. My last and final battle with the high priestess was conducted with the direct approval of Satan. It took place at a big meeting in the church where I had first met the Sisters of Light. Satan was there and with a single nod gave me permission to take her on. She and I battled back and forth. She was very old and the battle was short, lasting only about 20 minutes. I did not kill her. I could not do that because I hold life very, very dearly. She quit as soon as she saw that she had become too weak to fight any longer. The following year she committed suicide. Then came the ceremony of my becoming the high priestess. A blood sacrifice was made, then I was taken to the front of the room, or church. There were many, many people present because it was a very high ceremony and Satan himself was present. I was dressed in a robe of white with gold and red trimming. I had a crown put upon my head made of pure gold. I then signed another contract in my own blood declaring myself a high priestess of Satan. No another contract in my own blood declaring myself a high priestess of Satan. No one in the room made a sound as I signed that paper. Then the high priest, at a nod from Satan, rose to declare that I was now the new high priestess. He proclaimed that I was to be untouched by anyone else in the cult, by any demon, high priest, witch, or high priestess of any other coven, for I was “the chosen one.” The crowd became ecstatic, shouting, chanting and dancing. Satan himself appeared to be overjoyed. Again, he was in a physical form of a very handsome man, a man of great brilliance and great authority. He was dressed all in shining white. The congregation bowed down before me and praised me as the great queen, as the queen of Satan, “lord god almighty,” that I was and would forever be by his side and be able to convey to them his every wish and command. I felt as if, for the first time in my life, I had been truly accepted. I felt very proud, very much uplifted, and very, very powerful to the point that I thought that no one, including Satan himself, could destroy me. I was then put upon the altar of stone, my clothes were all taken off and Satan had sex with me to prove that I was his high priestess. (The high priest and many others had sex with me also.) The congregation went wild. Many of them were high on drugs and alcohol and the meeting turned into a sex orgy. Then Satan gave the most hideous laugh of triumph I have ever heard in my entire life. My body became cold and rigid. I remember feeling such guilt, such pain, such hurt. The cold and emptiness that I felt that night I will never forget. “And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose... There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them... ” Genesis 6:1. 2. & 4. CHAPTER 5 Life As A High Priestess ELAINE TALKS: As I assumed my duties as the high priestess of a large and influential coven, I had many privileges and many conflicts. I came into conflict with Satan and many of the other cult members because there were many things I flatly refused to do or get involved with. My major responsibility was to work with the high priest of the organization to plan the monthly cult meetings. Our organizational meetings were held in utmost secrecy and usually occurred a couple of times a month. The high priest and myself met together with the top 13 witches and 13 warlocks of the coven. We sat in a council. The meetings were usually held in a large and rich home with facilities for a very large table to seat all of us. The high priest and myself sat at the head of the table with the 13 witches on one side and the warlocks on the other side in the order of their rank. Satan usually saw to it that there were also a few of what we viewed as undesirables there as well. These people were known werewolves and were always withdrawn, always watchful and always menacing. They were there as humans and did not turn into their other forms unless Satan so ordered and then usually only for disciplinary purposes. We did not touch them or talk to them. They belonged to Satan exclusively, they were totally sold out to him and were feared and disliked by everyone else in the cult. They were primarily guards and disciplinarians, used by Satan and his demons to ensure that the rest of us obeyed all orders. The council planned the meetings and took care of the business of the coven. Orders from Satan were given to the high priest and/or high priestess either directly, or through their demons. We always tried to plan dramatic, exciting meetings — always making sure that there would be plenty of drugs and alcohol available. I did not purchase the drugs or alcohol, I had nothing to do with that kind of traffic. That was left up to the cult members who were already into that sort of thing. There was never a shortage of such people. I did not, and would not, get involved with it. The higher members of the cult are always very careful not to get mixed up in anything that could involve them with the law, neither does any high member ever take drugs or drink alcohol to excess. They don’t dare cloud their minds because there are just too many other people who want their positions. We also met with the higher representatives of other occult groups in the area. Many satanic groups exist which are not part of The Brotherhood and do not Many satanic groups exist which are not part of The Brotherhood and do not even know about The Brotherhood. These groups are carefully watched by and controlled by The Brotherhood, however. One of the duties I absolutely refused to perform was sacrifices, either animal or human. There was no shortage of others willing to perform the sacrifices, however. Because of my stubbornness, I was severely punished by Satan and the demons on many occasions. The other cult members could not get to me as I had too much power by then, so Satan and his demons did the punishing. Usually it was through physical punishment. I have been tortured beyond description by demons many times. I have had many illnesses, including cancer four times with all the horrors of chemotherapy. But I refused to give in on this issue. I simply could not take another person’s life. Young people please listen to me — ANY involvement in the occult is a trap! There is no easy way out. Satan can do to you the same things he did to me and worse. I pray daily that God will somehow show those of you who are so trapped that you can get out. Satan doesn’t have you even though you have signed the contract. That contract can be covered by the blood of Jesus Christ. You can be freed from that contract if you ask Jesus into your life to forgive you, wash you clean from all your sins, to become your Lord and Savior and Master. Satan is always working for your destruction, Jesus wants to give you life. There were some meetings that I did enjoy. Sometimes we got together just to talk and play games, competing with our powers to do things such as lighting a candle from across the room without ever touching it, etc. I also made numerous trips out to California for competitions and conventions. These I usually enjoyed very much. I flew in a private jet from a private airstrip near to the town where I first entered the cult. No one outside the cult, and few inside, know its location. It is well hidden and heavily guarded. I was usually picked up by the high priest and a few of the higher witches and warlocks. It was always a big occasion. The purpose was to exchange ideas and to compete to see who was most powerful. It was through these competitions that I rose in power to sit on the national council, to the position of regional Bride of Satan, and, finally, to the position of top Bride of Satan within the United States. The average stay was a week and the conferences were usually held just before a Black Sabbath when the Black Mass was celebrated (Easter weekend). I always found an excuse to return home before the Black Mass. We went to a special place in the hills of California just outside Los Angeles. There is a huge mansion there which was built especially for the cult. I suppose it has thirty or more bedrooms. It has many beautiful stained glass windows specially made with patterns of occult and demonic symbols. The inside is lavishly and beautifully furnished. It contains a huge banquet room with an attached ballroom. And, of course, swimming pools, tennis courts, golf course, etc. It looks like a millionaires’ country club. It has 3 sub-basements with huge vaults containing libraries of ancient occultic writings and histories. Vaults also containing gold and silver and currency from all the countries of the world. The entire area is hidden by a forest of trees and heavily guarded both on the ground and in the air. My last trip there involved the most intense competition I ever experienced. I was by then the top Bride in the country. It was an international competition. The leading man there was a high priest who was different from the others who had been there. He was a tall, darkly handsome young man, but there was a foreboding power about him that made him feared and disliked by everyone. He ran the competition and obviously did not care if anyone got killed if he or she failed to do what was asked. He had snapping black eyes that could chill you to the bone. He ruled with an iron hand and even I did my best to steer clear of him. The competition consisted of increasingly difficult tasks designed to display the contestant’s power. I remember that, at one point, I had to, with no more than a snap of my fingers, change a cat into a rabbit and then back again. The actual physical changes in the animal were accomplished by demons and resulted in the animal’s immediate death. By the last day I was the only competitor left, but still the high priest kept pushing me. I had no choice but to comply with his wishes. The last incident would have killed me had my demons not been powerful enough. I was made to stand no more than 20 feet in front of a man with a.357 magnum. I passed my hand downward in front of my body, calling up the demons and placing them as a shield. Immediately the gunman fired the six shots of the gun chamber at me. There was no way he could miss. The demons were a successful shield, needless to say, and the bullets fell to the ground at my feet spinning around and around. I received much acclaim and honor for winning the competition. A crown of gold was placed upon my head and my fellow cult members bowed down and gave homage to me. I was treated like a queen throughout the rest of my stay. I was given all the beautiful clothes to wear that I could possibly want, I was bathed, my hair fixed and waited on hand and foot by servants. There were parties and I always had a handsome escort who was also my bodyguard. We went to the most exclusive restaurants in Los Angeles. My escort always tasted went to the most exclusive restaurants in Los Angeles. My escort always tasted all of my food before I ate to make sure that it wasn’t poisoned. We went surfing and horseback riding. The members were not permitted to fight among themselves during that time because it was considered a great and high time of praising Satan. I had great pride at that time, but the Lord soon humbled me. It was during that last visit to California that one of the incidents happened that started me on the road to accepting Christ, started me questioning Satan’s claim to being more powerful than God. The high priest gathered a number o

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