Twins Born into Multigenerational Demonic Cult

This crazed life of mine has become exposed, regurgitated out my raw throat. I've become an adult. Deep-seeded fear buried in the core of my soul. Living on the verge of insanity, split into various pieces, I have survived. My dark double life was hidden from me. The others, alters, personalities, or parts is what I call them, have taken refuge in my body. I am host to thousands of personalities. They occupy my brain in different areas of the subconscious mind.

I needed protection on the day of my delivery, May 25, 1974. "I Am scared to come out. My head feels squished. My head is cold. My neck is stuck in between mom's legs. Help. Cant Breathe. Help Me. I'm Wet. Eyes Burn. Big Hands On Face."

My first taste of salty blood came from mom's vagina. The umbilical cord tight, around my neck, took away most of my oxygen. They think I am dead. Great Grandma Verna helped me out of the womb. My life began in my grandma Lacey's bedroom. I had a family audience witnessing my birthday. The first blurred face I saw was Great Grandma Verna. "Those Eyes Are Scaring Me. I Want To Breathe." A hand pops my bottom to make sure I am alive. A stinging sensation runs across my bottom. I wail my first cry. I inhale my first breath. My mother's bosom cold, her arms distant. There are words of chanting chatter in the room, another smaller me is gently guided, and pulled out of my mother's lower half along with her umbilical cord following behind her. We have lived together cramped in mom's womb. I sense, that she can barely breathe.

The smaller me is weak. Queen Verna, my Great Grandmother takes the baby girl and holds her upside down grasping her miniscule ankle. Her limp head was dangling toward the floor. The Queen, Great Grandma Verna takes a silver switch blade knife from her apron pocket opens it and forcefully pushes it inside my twin's small chest. She turns the baby upright squeezing her head as she cuts around her chest cavity. Her baby blood trickles out like a mini waterfall. You can hear no sounds from my sister. Gurgling moans, sighs and tongue sucking sounds echo in the bedroom. The audience of family members and host of demons beam with delight anticipating a"feasssst".

Great Grandma pulls out her small beating heart and eats it. Blood dribbles down her chin. Her face shows a look of power. It is as if she has been recharged with the heart of my sister making its way down to her giant belly. My heart feels as though it is going to erupt. The sound of my heart is echoing in my eardrums. The dulling sound grows louder and louder. I am trying to numb out the sounds. Everything is going blurry. I can hear the tearing of my sisters little hands, legs, arms and feet. The crowd joins in. They get their family feast.

A piece of my sister's flesh is shoved down my swollen throat. I begin to choke." I'm Going To Die! My breathing has halted." The dark force, which I had known inside the womb, flashes red in my face. I let it in to save me."I am alive." The misty, humid air, in the old dusty room, reeks of sin, rotten private parts, my twin's blood and death. She would be a part of me always. The guilt of her death kept me in bondage.

They lick me clean. The crowd samples and indulges in the taste of my unclean flesh until they are satisfied. I do not want to recall what I saw happen to my little sister, the other me, who only existed less than an hour outside our mother's womb.

A stranger in all white has taken me from the smells I recognize and put me in a clear, warm box. The bright light hurts my eyes so I keep them closed. Finally I Am Warm, and wish to stay there forever.

My underdeveloped heart filled up with loving compassion for her from the start of our lives. Inside our mother, I was aware of my heavenly father. His holy spirit touched my cells and made me special; different from the family we were to be born into. I was a child of Jehovah God. Nothing would ever change that, because Jehovah himself gave me that extra dose of love and tenderness because he knew that I would need it and him to survive. An angel whispered his pleasant name to me. When the time came, I would know he was my only savior.

The first person I loved was her. The ity bity girl who hid in the white, cloudy tissues surrounding our pink oval place. Our place looks to have no beginning or ending. It is surrounded by milky, misty masses of white tissue. We swam in the pink place hiding in the milk like cloudy masses of tissue. Before we had feet we swam for long periods of time to prepare our small buds to get ready for arms and legs. She is just like me. The pink place inside mommy was our home. Sometimes it was lit up other times it was dim in there. Most days were quiet. When God gave me eyes that could see I looked at the girl who was just like me with joy in my unfinished heart. Until the day, our light changed inside the sacred pink place.

The lighting inside the womb went dim, as the darkness inside crept in. On the first occasion the smoky dark cloud eased into our space, it turned from smoky black to amazing bursts of colors, we never saw colors. I saw red, yellow, orange, purple and green glimmers. The smoky black cloud eased near the other me; she trembled and floated to the top of the womb. When the black cloud got closer to me, it changed from the dark smoky black to an immediate bright red, so bright and blinding that it hurt my eyes. The space got so intensely hot. It felt crowded. I sensed invisible forces all around us. The cloud now red, stayed in front of me hurting my eyes. I opened my mouth under its direction and it swam down my throat into my baby belly. I felt it take away all of my energy. For the first time in my five months of life inside growing mommy, I experienced fear. This was the purpose. I was easy prey for the evil spirits. I had what my family wanted, a strong body with the ability to let in the demons.

On my first evening home from the hospital, my life in a cardboard box began. Grandma Lacy held me tightly and kissed both sides of my cheeks so tenderly, her smell of cheap avon perfume comforted me. With her love I could thrive. Suddenly with a snap of a finger from Great Grandma Verna, Grandma Lacy drops me clumsily on her bed, twitches her lip and becomes Queen Shelvy. Her eyes went dull. She grunted and snarled and enlisted the help of the spirit persons in the room. Her leader and mother the Queen of the family was watching.

While I lay on the bed kicking my legs and balling my fists waiting for milk, the 2 Queens prepared my box. As Queen Shelvy held me over the brown cardboard trap, I yelped a piercing cry. Lowered into the box again my world darkened. My frail baby body stiff, paralyzed with tremendous fear. Hurt and loneliness held every tiny bone of my body. My belly tingling and squemish thirsting for my mother's milk tighting in her bosom wherever she was. They left me there and turned a deaf ear.

I screamed until this overwhelming stench of a scent reached my runny nose. Naked, I lay next to the rotting remains of my twin sister. I cried myself to sleep sick and hungry. At 3 a.m. I was awakened by the large vicious woman, Queen Verna. Her voice calls out" Little Lamb". She touches the side of my throbing neck with her cold wrinkly hands. She began chanting in a whisper that could be seen in the cool night air coming from her lips. The bedroom where my box rested transformed into a humid, shabby shack, the cool air got warmer and warmer as it got near the opening to my lips. I dare not utter a sound. Held down by the invisible forces, the strongest of them all enters in through my mouth and takes over my senses and overloads my brain with pictures, words, and sounds unknown to me. I was given a visions into the past of my bloodline. A story, a true movie, played as the loud demon within me narrated and showed my conscious mind every distinct detail of this extreme adult film. The movie would reveal my foundation, my roots, my route, down my family's meticulous laid out plan and pathways into a secret inhumane underworld.