This is the fourth blog post of the #SilenceBreaksForthIntoSong series, which is a collation of a series of tweets, into posts for easier reading. This is a fascinating and very disturbing insight into the workings of the rituals, training and life at the top of the cult.
You probably will find it useful to read these previous posts first or refer to them…
- You are a child… 
- Silence Breaks Forth Into Song (SBFIS Part 1) 
- Queen Mother of Darkness’s Special Pot Roast (SBFIS Part 2) 
- Equilibrium (Silence Breaks Forth Into Song Part 3) 
- The Five Child trafficking Networks of the Illuminati 
These sites may also be useful
As these are tweets which I am reproducing in a blog, there are small technical changes that need to occur. I try to add pictures in the right places for the text, and change some punctuation, capital letters and formatting, but I leave as much as I can in original form. I try to add links to the start of each tweet thread.
Again there was much of interest in Part 3
Part 3 covered
- The cult being compartmentalised Catholic, Masonic, Kabbalah, Satanists, Mormons.
- The top of the cult have German influence related to Operation Paperclip
- Connection between Catholic Church and Nazis
- The equilibium dynamics between good and evil, male and female both needing each other, in apparent opposition but not contrary
- Mention of the murder, by the cult, of the little boys family
- Golden Rule of the departments of the cult, being twisted and deceptive
- More disturbing cult Ritual
- The children forced into the cult and forced to choose, in a Catholic Church, between murdering someone else or living – the little boys job is to protect the little girl
- The codependency of good and evil, and the sum of that choice being forced upon two little children, and the unbelievable horror of having to choose to divide that good and evil between them. The full horror of the Luciferian /Satanic Illuminati cult is featured in microcosm in these rituals with the little girl and boy
Now we continue into blog post part 4…
Prepare your hearts for the next layer…
*Disclaimer* My sharing of this video is by, no means a support nor promotion of the material and beliefs held within… I am sharing because it is vital to your understanding of what I will be sharing in further #SilenceBreaksForthIntoSong tweets
Open Source Occult TV Magic and Sorcery Documentary – Beyond Room 313 | Thomas Sheridan 
or watch CIA/Google free on hooktube – TV Magic and Sorcery Documentary – Beyond Room 313 | Thomas Sheridan [1a]
There is a reason the Enemy of God calls his System the Brotherhood. “Behold, how good & how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious oil upon the head…” Psalm 133:1
Every philosophy, Every ideal, Every endeavour, Every humanitarian effort, Every matter of the heart,
All our founded upon this concept…yet, brotherhood only gives way to self. Why?
Why take so much time Investing In building brotherhood, Only to have it lead to one place? Where one realizes they are alone, All that remains is self.
I’d like to take some time to share the development of this bond of brotherhood. Ask, How many? How many children go through this?
Ritual Part 6
There she is, That little girl. So young, So innocent.
Standing palm to palm. Her hands touching his. The little boy looking up at her. His eyes filled with painful intensity. Everything depends on them doing this ritual TOGETHER.
What did she see when she looked into his eyes? Did she see the pain? The suffering? The hurts? Did she see something she did not want to?
Everything in this occult world is forged through brokenness. Brokenness that comes through strict Obedience, Precision, Accuracy, Correct Posture. Posture – Another name for the cover life. The life one lives…that others see. That little girl saw his posture that day & she saw beyond it.
*Trigger & Graphic Content Warning* Depictions of Rape, Murder, and Ritual content.
In this occult world… All life comes with a price someone pays. What was the price for his life? These individuals who serve the Fallen one take what they want. But they never pay the price.
As the little girl looked in that little boys eyes….she saw beyond. Her mind wandered to a few weeks back. She was used to a routine. At 5 pm the family ate dinner. Then every one but her and her Proctor fell asleep.
The others only slept because her Proctor put drugs in their food. This gave the older woman from 6 pm to 2 am to train the girl alone. The boy had the same schedule. Day and night they trained, with only three hours for sleep each day.
It was the wee hours of the morning. She had just closed her eyes. Entering into dream state, she never truly slept deeply. She would lightly sleep, But always her ear was listening, attuned to the door handle, Waiting, Expecting, Anticipating the woman would come to take her life.
That night she did not hear the handle as it turned. Suddenly the two hands of the woman seized her by the collar of her night gown, lifting her from the bed. In grogginess she caught her balance, and got her footing quickly, ready to defend and protect herself, expecting to fight.
Instead she was handed her clothes, told to quickly get dressed. She obeyed and then followed her Proctor out of the room. Down the stairs, and out the door where a black Lincoln was waiting for them to get in. Her Proctor waited impatiently as the girl got into the backseat.
Her Proctor slid in behind her. She looked out into the dark night sky as they drove toward their destination. The girl was nervous. The vehicle stopped in front of boys home. She watched as other black Lincolns pulled up behind them lining both sides of the street before his house.
She got out. Men in black robes also got out of the other vehicles. It was as though time stopped. And she was watching a silent film. She knew there was sound, But felt like she could hear none. Silence was never her friend.
She stood on the boys lawn with her Proctor, and watched through the darkness as the robed men surrounded the house. There they all were, right out in the open. The air was filled with their melodic chanting. Yet, it was as if the entire neighborhood slept.
The chanting got louder.
It was a signal to his family inside that “They” were coming for them. Knowing impending doom was coming, did his family even try to hide? Did they fear? Did they cry and plead with God for life for one more chance before horrific death befell them?
Several of the robed men broke the door down And swiftly flooded inside. Soon the girl saw them come back out, with the boy and his family in tow. The man who had the boy dropped him off on the lawn right next to the girl and her Proctor.
The boy was commanded to stand there, Silently. TOGETHER they were ordered Not to move, Not to cry, Not to make a sound, Not to close their eyes. The threat of things being worse if they broke any rules hung over their heads. Quietly they held their posture.
Two men held down his father. He kneeled. Anger was on his face. The stoic silence was pursed upon his lips as he said nothing. He did not fight.
Two men held the boy’s mother. She wrestled, hitting, kicking, screaming, scratching. The more she fought, the more brutal the robed men were until they had her pinned. When she could no longer physically fight, her mouth spewed forth violent threats.
The boy and girl stood obediently to posture. Watching, Taking in the scene. Their hearts crying out and breaking, But they dare not to let an inkling of this truth be seen. The silence was so thick. It was as if a pin dropped, as their attention was drawn to the boys eight year old sister.
His sister with her long straight white blonde hair. The robed men had dragged her out of the house by her hair. Her sweet, gentle, kind demeanor had changed as she fought and cried. I don’t know which part broke the boys heart more.
Was it the brutal, uncaring, meaningless rape of the robed man who dragged her from the house by her hair to that spot on the lawn?
Or was it her tears, her cry for help that he could not respond to?
The little girl felt his pain. She dare not break posture either. But she refused to resolve to do nothing.
Standing so close to him. She slowly moved her arm until her outstretched pinky finger could touch his.
When he felt the gentle touch he took a deep breath and resumed breathing.
Memories so distant
Hidden behind a door
Long forsaken wounds
She hid there so long ago
Carried for so many
For whom the door stays closed
But now the time has come
With healing on His wings
The door must open
And reveal the hidden things.
Continuing the story of the death of the boy’s family…
I would give anything to go back in time, To change that fateful night, To encourage the tears that never flowed, To take a bold brave stand. To urge the neighbors who hid inside their houses from the robed men who ran the communities law enforcement on that old Chicago block, to respond, to not be afraid, to have done something, anything to intervene.
A similar Chicago block, NOT the same one
At daytime the robed men’s cover lives provided community support – Police, Firefighters, Medical Emergency Services, Pastors & Priests. To think if anyone had made an emergency call that night…who would the call have gone out to?
Do you see how infiltrated the community was? There was no use in crying out for help.
There was NO one to trust.
There was NO one who would stop what was happening. The entire lot of them…sold out to the Fallen one. All endulging and feeding their sinful lusts.
All bound and perfectly devoted in obedience to brotherhood. A concept that was not as God intended it to be. They formed the word to their advantage. To cover each other’s sins, holding each other “perfect” “accurate” & “true”. Ones value “proved” by the secrets kept.
Woe to that Chief of Police who raped the boys sister that night. I wish that was the worst of his accumulated crimes.
With that I will give the *Trigger Warning* Content depicting horrific ritual murder.
After the deeds on the boys lawn were done, every one loaded into cars, driven ten miles down the road to a barn. The pathway to the door was lit with torches. The floor covered with hay. This was the death reserved for those who attempted to flee. Those in the System who didn’t obey.
Once again the little boy and girl were ushered to their Proctors side. Commanded to stand and watch. Not to close their eyes. Silently they stood in posture, daring not to move. Barely breathing. No one could have prepared their little hearts for what followed.
Imagine not being able to look away as you see the sister hung. Then watch as they gut her. The deaths of the parents follow in the same suit. I search for words to describe, an emotion, a feeling, for what I felt, I heard, I saw that night. But there are none. There is only SILENCE.
That searing silence that grips the night, that masks any sound, that Smothers and Drowns its victims in an entangled web. Forever trapped, desperately trying to fight or flee, but the more one fights, the farther you run, the more entangled you become.
The next morning news broke early. The narrative a lie.
A severe car wreck, the boys family had been in a car crash that night. The boy, the lone survivor.
At the service in that Peters Church, he obediently kept posture. No tears were shed. No grief was allowed. Just somber restitude.
St Peters Church
The little boy was awarded into the full time care of that German man, Hitler’s Defense Leader of Legions.
The one the Church had hidden there, in that Chicago suburb. The man who would become his trainer, who would square him right, proving his accuracy.
Oh, What was the price for his life?
Through sheer brokenness, the Fallen one has learned to master the bond, To tether and yoke in wickedness until his victims have only ONE THING left to lose. When you have only one thing to hold onto…
One who knows you,
One who stands by you,
Fights with you
One who is faithful to protect your life,
LIFE OR DEATH.
You are in this TOGETHER. You’ve seen all the horrific deaths. You don’t want to die. This leaves the two with only ONE OPTION, You both must choose life.
Life, for yourself, Life for the other.
Ritual Part 7
So here the little boy and girl are palm to palm, in that holy ground.
In a world where there was no room for error, the girl did the unthinkable. She hesitated. The Queen Mother snapped her fingers, causing all 7 men who held weapons to direct them at the boy.
With flawless precision, he continues reciting his part of the ritual. At the same time he presses his fingertips against hers, Jarring her from her thought.
She makes full eye contact. He can see the fiery anger of the warrior within her. With a look he warns her, Don’t do anything!
The tension within her builds. Every shoulder and neck muscle tight. But she keeps her posture.
The ritual moves to the next phase. The High Priest is positioned at the Northern Most Point of the Pentagram. Now in his hand an ancient forbidden scroll.
As he opens it to read from it, The girl sees the Fallen one standing directly behind the High Priest. Their eyes meet. The Fallen one has a gloating look in his eye, like he has won. He has gotten her to participate at some level. If not to kill, then by partaking in forbidden Magik.
One way or another the Fallen one, Satan, Lucifer, The Serpent of old is determined to make her take her position in service to him. Her weakness….The life of others. He ponders what she will do so that others can live?
As the High Priest reads in an unknown tongue from the scroll, the other 7 adults and 7 of the beings hold out their hands above the boy and girl’s heads. They chant and make strange noises.
The girl can feel the room vibrating. Within the vibration her ear suddenly hears a sound.
The Voice of One singing quietly against the flow of the chant. A harmony, A song of Life, Their saving grace through the moment.
The little boy moves his one index finger and taps her. He hears the Lord singing too.
Could it be that the Lord Himself walks through the land of darkness to search out the captives? Is it not there, in the darkness…that He can be heard singing over us?
Never forget, even in the darkness,
He sings over us.
Frank Ralls is a personal friend who the Lord used to sing healing over my life.
2015 Frank Ralls Amazed 
or watch on Hooktube avoiding CiA/Google/youtube 2015 Frank Ralls Amazed [10a]
I only post on Twitter at present, if you have found this post useful, please post on other social media – facebook, instagram, pinterest, gab – whichever ones you are on. This is most helpful to spread the information. The people who do this are essential. Thankyou.
These sites may be useful for people wishing to deprogram…
The link for this post is 2020 Mar 29 cathyfoxblog Forged Through Brokenness (SBFIS Part 4) 
 Open Source Occult TV Magic and Sorcery Documentary – Beyond Room 313 | Thomas Sheridan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rjtc_SQle30&feature=share
[1a] Open Source Occult TV Magic and Sorcery Documentary – Beyond Room 313 | Thomas Sheridan https://www.hooktube.com/watch?v=Rjtc_SQle30&feature=share
 2010 Mar 7 cathy fox blog Silence Breaks Forth Into Song (SBFIS Part 1) https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/03/17/silence-breaks-forth-into-song/
 2020 Mar 23 cathyfoxblog Queen Mother of Darkness’s Special Pot Roast (SBFIS Part 2) https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/03/23/silence-breaks-forth-into-song-part-2/
 2020 Mar 26 cathy fox blog Equilibrium [Since Breaks Forth Into Song Part 3] https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/03/27/equilibrium-sbfis-part-3/
 2015 Frank Ralls Amazed https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEd71MiWEdc&feature=share
[10a] 2015 Frank Ralls Amazed https://www.hooktube.com/watch?v=MEd71MiWEdc&feature=share
 2020 Jan 18 cathy fox blog The Five Child trafficking Networks of the Illuminati https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/01/18/the-five-child-trafficking-networks-of-the-illuminati/
 2020 Mar 15 cathy fox blog You are a child… https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/03/15/you-are-a-child/
 2020 Mar 29 cathyfoxblog Forged Through Brokenness (SBFIS Part 4) https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2020/03/29/forged-through-brokenness-sbfis-part-4/
I only post on the blog, and links on Twitter. If you have found this post useful, please post on other social media – facebook, instagram, pinterest, gab, voat – whichever ones you are on. This is most helpful to spread the information. The people who do this are essential. Thankyou.
- The Sanctuary for the Abused [A] has advice on how to prevent triggers.
- National Association for People Abused in Childhood [B] has a freephone helpline and has links to local support groups.
- One in Four [C]
- Havoca [D].
- Useful post on Triggers [E] from SurvivorsJustice [F] blog.
- Jim Hoppers pages on Mindfulness [G] and Meditation [H] may be useful.
- Hwaairfan blog An Indigenous Australian Approach to Healing Trauma [J]
- Survivors UK for victims and survivors of male rape or the sexual abuse of men [K]
- Voicing CSA group [L] helps arrange survivors meetings in your area
- A Prescription for me blog Various emotional support links [M]
- Fresh Start Foundation Scottish not for profit group, helping child sexual abuse victims & survivors [N]
- How to Integrate Alters – Fiona Barnett [P]
- Deprogramwiki https://deprogramwiki.com/ [Q]
[A] Sanctuary for the Abused http://abusesanctuary.blogspot.co.uk/2006/07/for-survivors-coping-with-triggers-if.html
Let justice be done though the heavens fall – Fiat justitia ruat cælum
I only post on the blog, and links on Twitter at present. If you have found this post useful, please post on other social media – facebook, instagram, pinterest, gab, voat – whichever ones you are on. This is most helpful to spread the information. The people who do this are essential. Thankyou.
I will not commit suicide and if it appears I have, then people may judge for themselves why this is so, after blogging these exposes of the top level of illuminati.