Satanism Blood (Satanism)
Cannibalism, Blood Drinking & High-Adept Satanism
by Kerth R. Barker
November 16, 2014
This book was written as a response to reader feedback from my first book Angelic Defenders and Demonic Abusers. Some of this book is a memoir, but it also consists of my own research as well as insider information. It talks about Satanism as a powerful worldwide movement. It talks about the minority of Satanists who practice cannibalism and blood drinking. And it talks about the High Adept Satanists who are masters of the occult. This book also suggests a connection between Global Satanism and Alien intelligence.
Although I am a Christian, I think that persons who believe in other philosophies would also find this book to be of interest. And some Satanists would find my insights to be of interest. Below is a quote from this book. In it I tell the story of a visit I had as a child with two aristocratic cannibals known as the two sisters. For this story I gave them the names of Nancy and Bernie. I made this visit to their mansion with a man who had the nick name of the Baron because he behaved like a robber baron. "After the meal thankfully ended, they took us to see their Satanic temple which they had constructed in their basement. The two sisters took their religion very seriously. So showing us this temple was a big deal for them. And as bizarre as it may sound, in a sense, both the Baron and I felt flattered that they had offered to show it to us.
To them, their belief in Satan was very sincere, and to show us their altar was an act of extreme emotional intimacy. Or at least we had thought so when had they invited us. I had seen a number of Luciferian altars by then, and sometimes it had been a pleasant experience. Some Luciferians reveal their inner feelings through their altars, and in some cases they are quite beautiful. On the first floor of the home there was a sturdy wooden door which lead down into the basement. It had a special lock on it. Bernie unlocked it with a key which was hung around her neck. After the door was unlocked, there seemed to be some tension between the Baron and Bernie. The two of them made eye contact and looked at each other intensely. The Baron asked, “Are you inviting us in?” Bernie answered, “You are our guests.” She opened the door. “You first,” she said. “I must insist, you go first,” he replied.
Bernie entered the dark stairwell. The Baron followed and I was behind him. Nancy brought up the rear. Although Bernie trotted quickly down the stairs, the Baron proceeded slowly. I soon discovered why. The entire staircase was painted flat black, as were the walls. There was a tiny overhead light that shined dimly. But the worse problem wasn’t the lighting, the worse problem was the stairs themselves. They were not standard sized stairs. The depth of each stair was too shallow. And the width of each stair was overly narrow. And there were no handrails. It was as if the stairs had been designed to make you tumble down them. Furthermore you couldn’t clearly see where you were stepping because the dim lighting and the blackness. It took concentration to figure out where you should step. And sometimes the width and depth of the stairs changed. So the Baron’s slow progress down the stairs was filled with tension. Nancy, behind us, kept on chiding us to go faster, but the Baron ignored her. With each thoughtful step that I made, I felt more and more afraid. Before us, about a third of the way down, there was a curtain of red beads. We cautiously pushed through them. Then a bit further down, we faced a second similar curtain of blood red beads. We pushed through them as well. The beads made a slight rattling sound as they closed behind me. A unique smell rose up out of the basement. It smelt of overly perfumed incense and there was a faint rotten smell, like that of dead meat that had been left out for too long. I could feel bile rise in my throat as we proceeded downward. Finally after we pushed through a third red curtain, we found ourselves in the basement. We were stunned by what we saw."
Table of Contents
Cannibalism & the Mystery of the Sphinx
Mock Cannibalism, Bestiality & Satanic Initiation
Cannibalism Among the Aristocracy
The Power of Blood Drinking
Advice to Blood Drinking Addicts Who Desire Recovery
Three Theories for the Existence of Demons
Book of Five Rings
The Roach Motel Model for the Illuminati Depopulation Agenda
How Illuminati Leaders Plan to Use Surgical Mutilation on Their Own Subordinates as a Method of Behavior Control
My Vegetarian Dinner with and Aristocratic Cannibal
James and His Fight Against the Illuminati
The Disciples of Deus
Invasion of the Transhumanists
Illuminati Secrets for Acquiring Wealth
The True Nature of the Illuminati Doctrine
Mass Media Control & the Psychic Matrix
The Myth of the Blessed Anti-Christ
Why the Illuminati System Will Fail
How Democracy is Undermined by the Hidden Hand of the Illuminati
Can Non-Violent Action Deconstruct the Illuminati System?
High-Adept Satanism & the Gray Aliens
When I was nine years old, I was taken to an event while I was in the mode of being Kathy. This was at the home of a wealthy Luciferian woman, I think that it may have been Bob’s mother. There were dozens of Luciferians there. Everyone was wearing masks except for me and two other children. I was wearing a black girl’s dress and slippers. The other children were dressed in black, and so was everyone else. I remember that we were all dressed in black, as if we were attending a funeral.
We gathered in the living room of this mansion. We sat in chairs in a big circle. I may have been slightly drugged at that time because I felt tired. The other children acted sedated as well. But I was awake and so were they.
We had been told we were going to witness an event of great power and importance. At one end of the room was a picture of then President Kennedy. Surrounding his picture was a funeral wreath. All this took place in late October or early November in 1963.
Throughout the duration of this event, the song Old Black Magic was played over and over again.
It’s that song that starts with these lyrics, “That Old Black Magic has me in its spell, that Old Black Magic that you weave so well.”
This Luciferian event went on for about forty minutes. There were several things going on at the same time. A woman was reading something in a foreign language from a scroll. She read it over and over in a somber voice.
Meanwhile, the adults were chanting something that sounded like, “el-lik ton el-lahs uo-hot.”
I think that they were chanting “Thou shall not kill,” backwards. Whatever it was, this chant had been played on a tape recorder for a while, and then they began to mimic what they heard on the tape recorder. They just chanted this in a somber voice over and over. Everyone seemed very serious.
So these three things were going on at once: a woman repeatedly reading something out loud in a language I didn’t understand, dozens of people chanting “Thou shall not kill,” backwards over and over and a recording of the song Old Black Magic playing over and over.
When I was a child, I didn’t understand the event at all really. But it wasn’t too long after that when JFK was killed. And I remember that when I heard the news of his death, I didn’t feel surprised at all. Everyone else was shocked, but to me it felt as if it had already happened earlier.
When my family talked about the assassination over dinner that night, I remember that I said, “I thought he died weeks ago.”
My family got angry at me for saying that, and so I tried to put the whole thing out of my mind. At that time in my life that was the only way which I could deal with the ritual abuse: I just blocked it out.
Now, when I think of the film which shows President Kennedy’s execution, I automatically hear the Old Black Magic song as if it were a soundtrack.
When I think of Kennedy’s head exploding from the bullet and his body falling, I hear the words from that song, “down and down I go, ‘round and ‘round I go.”
What I have come to realize now, many years later, was that the woman reading from the scroll in a foreign language was a High-Adept Satanist. She was programming the minds of the people there to visualize and psychically cause the death of President Kennedy. Every time they were chanting “Thou shall not kill,” backwards, they were psychically involving themselves in his murder. And throughout the playing of the popular song, Old Black Magic, the High-Adept Psychic was programming the minds of the general public to accept this event.
As a nine-year-old child I didn’t understand what I was witnessing that day, but I do remember that Bob told me that meetings similar to the one we attended were being held at exactly the same time in other cities around the country and around the world.
Review by Jeanice Barcelo
If you are one of the many people who would like to
understand the inner workings of the satanic Illuminati, Kerth Barker’s books
are a must read. Kerth is a survivor of satanic ritual abuse. In his first
book, Angelic Defenders & Demonic Abusers: Memoirs of a Satanic Ritual Abuse
Survivor, Kerth describes his personal experiences of being forced into a
pedophilic prostitution ring where, as a child, he was programmed to sexually
service high-level Illuminati members and initiates. Some of the sexual acts he
was forced to perform were photographed and/or filmed. These photos and films
were not only sold for extremely high prices, but were also used to blackmail
politicians and other public servants in order to get them to acquiesce to the
mandates of the Illuminati.
Kerth is a victim of trauma-based mind-control. As a child, he was exposed to some of the most horrendous and harrowing experiences known to humankind. As a means of grooming him to become part of organized satanism, Kerth was repeatedly tortured and traumatized and made to split into two separate personalities – one a mundane Christian named Kerth and the other a female satanist named Kathy. Kathy was the cross-dressing “girly-boy” that attended satanic rituals and performed sexual acts for her/his Illuminati “owners.” Kerth was the “normal” Christian boy that attended school regularly and went to church with his family on Sundays.
Kerth describes in some detail some of the torture and manipulation that he was subjected to in order to get him to split into two personalities. He also describes some of the insane activities that he was forced to participate in as a child. This book leaves no doubt that there are seriously perverted and wicked individuals at the top of the Illuminati pyramid and they have no moral conscious or any feelings whatsoever about the trauma and violence they inflict on other people, especially children.
Thankfully, Kerth finds powerful non-satanic human and angelic allies as he moves through childhood and into adolescence. These allies help him break away from the satanists and they introduce him to a special form of therapy – called Fabian Therapy – that ultimately helps him reclaim his memories, his mind, and his soul. Kerth now works furiously to expose the Illuminati and to help free those who are wanting to get out.
In his second book, entitled Cannibalism, Blood Drinking, and High Adept Satanism, Kerth takes us on a journey into the underworld of satanism and into the depths of depravity that some satanists are capable of. It is here that we meet two incestuous, inbred sisters who are not only proud of the fact that they are “aristocratic cannibals,” but whose home is a virtual prison compound where they keep slaves and brain-dead, inbred servants who are forced to cater to their every whim. Kerth describes in some detail the sisters’ penchant for consuming human blood and body parts, as well as the cruelty, violence, and depravity of these extremely insane "people." He also shares insider information regarding the fact that these two psychopaths serve the Illuminati by working in positions of importance within the United Nations.
In Book 2 we also learn that some members of the Illuminati have an addiction to adrenalized blood drinking. This addiction forces them to kidnap and torture their victims before they murder them and drink their blood. Kerth has compassion for these very damaged people and he has been trained in a special form of therapy that can help blood drinking addicts recover from their addiction.
Kerth also shares a few revelations about high-adept satanism and the fact that many of these people DO NOT engage in cannibalism or blood drinking but rather manipulate people through hypnotism and well-developed methods of psychic control. Kerth came very close to being a victim of one of these high-adept satanists, but with a little help from his allies in the heavenly and earthly realm, he was able to break the spell and ultimately break free from the satanists for good.
Reading between the lines in these books one can discern that satanism derives much of its power and tenacity from carefully constructed networks of mutual blackmail and self-perpetuating inter-generational patterns of child abuse that often parasitize the families of its practitioners. In that respect satanists are hardly in control of their own lives – they are more like cogs in a machine than free individuals. Unfortunately, these machines can, and have been, programmed to do some very nasty things. And this includes attempting to destroy the world and, if necessary, taking themselves out with it. There is no sanity to their logic or their behavior. It is completely depraved.
Be forewarned that some of the material in Book 2 is extremely hard to read and I am quite certain that, for Kerth, it was very hard to write. Yet for all of us, The Truth remains that if we hope to overcome the psychopathy and evil that now grips our planet and threatens all of life, we must understand the enemy and know how they work. I think we owe Kerth an enormous debt of gratitude for coming forward with this information and I trust that many will find what he shares invaluable.
Two thumbs up from my end. These books are a must-read! For more information, please visithttp://angelicdefenders.theshamecampaign.com/
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Here is an excerpt.
"...I noticed that the Baron kept on slyly glancing about
the house as we walked through it. When we strolled by some windows that looked
out into their backyard, I noticed a strange sight. It looked as if the backyard
was caged in. There was wire mesh that covered all the sides of the backyard.
And there was wire mesh on top. Inside the caged in area, there were swings, a
picnic table and some other things that you might expect children to use.
Bernie explained, “That’s the play area for our slave girls. We can’t expect them to work all the time.”
Nancy went on, “But they’re too precious to us, so we can’t let them escape. We have to protect them from the outside world.”
I noticed that many of the windows had bars on them which were hidden by the curtains in front of them. I realized that this home was like a prison or a bank. It was all locked down. And that meant that the Baron and I were locked in it as well. But the Baron seemed unafraid, and so I kept on smiling.
The two sisters said that they were about to eat lunch and invited us to join them. The Baron said that we would be delighted to sit with them, but that we had already eaten. We entered the dining room and sat together at the dinning table. The whole house was filled with beautiful old antique furniture. The paintings on the wall were quite tasteful and beautiful as well. The dining room table had a red lace tablecloth of a unique design. It looked like it was made of little lace roses. Everything on the table was silver. The plates, cups and bowls were all silver.
A maid and cook, both dressed in white, served the food as we sat at the table. Both the maid and cook had the same family face as the two sisters, only these servants were shorter and seemed slightly retarded. But the family resemblance was unmistakable. It was explained by the two sisters that their servants were all second cousins from the poorer side of the family. The cook and the maid showed no emotions at all as they served, and they expressed no personality.
Although the Baron and I asked for nothing and ate nothing, food plates and drinks were set before us. But we didn’t dare touch anything on the table. Although the two sisters repeatedly and politely insisted that we eat or drink something, the Baron repeatedly and politely refused. I said nothing but forced myself to sit up straight and smile continually.
The main dish was a meat plate. It was served on an oval silver platter. It was all very strange looking. It was made up of small slices of different types of meat that were garnished lightly with what looked like catsup. It had all been shaped to looked sort of like a rose. The two sisters explained what it was. They said that the meats were pork, chicken, turkey, venison, beef, goat and human flesh. These different meats had all had been chopped up and mixed together with spices. And once shaped into this floral form, they had been garnished with a mixture of catsup and human blood. As the two sisters explained this, I had no doubt that they were telling the truth. Although I had a smile rigidly fixed upon my face, I could not have felt more sickened by the meat plate in front of me than if it had been a plate of dog crap.
There was a small bowl of vegetables next to the meat plate, but for some reason the vegetables seemed just as disgusting. The cup of tea and glass of water felt suspect as I glanced at them. So I had no trouble obeying the Baron’s mandate that I should eat or drink nothing while in this house.
The two sister explained where they got their “human cattle” meat. They said that once a year they “harvested” a family of migrant farm workers…
The way that the two sisters ate their meat was peculiar. They used their forks for the vegetables and their spoons for the tea, but they picked away at the meat plate with their fingers. They held the silver platter containing the meat with one hand, very daintily with the little finger held up. And they held their meat plates up near their mouths. They periodically sniffed at the meat and moaned with pleasure at its smell. The other hand was used to pick at the meat. Each sister would carefully pick up a small piece of meat and place it gingerly on her own outstretched tongue. Sometimes they would feed each other in this way.
As they were eating the meat, they would say things like, “Mmmm. This is so-oo delicious. Ohhhh, this is so-oo tasty.”
When they had eaten all of the meat off of the silver platter, they then licked off the red blood-catsup garnish that was left on it. They licked until the meat plate was clean. Even the Baron, who was usually unaffected by any event he witnessed, winced at this display. I sat with a smile robotically fixed on my face, my back straight and my purse on my lap. But it took all of my concentration to keep myself from vomiting as they ate in this way..."