Allyson – Sacrifice to Baal

It is both tragic and gratifying to see more victims and survivors of ritual satanic abuse coming forward to tell their stories.

Tragic obviously because of the fact that ritual abuse and satanic ritual abuse even happens. It is horrific beyond imagination and it has lifelong physical and psychological effects upon the victims and survivors.

Gratifying because more and more people are feeling the time is right and are able to come forward with their stories, having lived through the horror and now being able to tell their stories.

Here is Allyson’s story.  Many thanks to her for her story and for letting me share it on my blog…

Twitter Allyson Postelle –  [1]

Allyson has also sent me a couple of pictures…

This shows the scar on Allyson’s middle finger left hand, which was inflicted upon her as part of “eat the pain”. She says…

It is part of the ritual. There are lots of nerve endings in the fingers, so it was actually one of the more painful injuries that the morphine didn’t help. It was a way of shaming me for crying, telling me to eat the pain.

People may remember this from the Pizzagate emails of John Podesta (leaked by Seth Rich not hacked by Russia) and the spirit cooking of Marina Abramovich…

See also Q Anon – Spirit Cooking and Hollywood Mind Control, Enslaved Children [9]

Allyson has also sent me a picture of her, from which I have clipped just her forehead, as quite frankly, the less information the weirdos and cult have the better.

Can you see the wrinkle right in the center of my forehead? That is actually the scar from the trephining.

Trepanning, also known as trepanation, trephination, trephining or making a burr hole (the verb trepan derives from Old French from Medieval Latin trepanum from Greek trypanon, literally “borer, auger”) is a surgical intervention in which a hole is drilled or scraped into the human skull, exposing the dura mater, to treat health problems related to intracranial diseases or release pressured blood buildup from an injury. It may also refer to any “burr” hole created through other body surfaces, including nail beds. It is often used to relieve pressure beneath a surface. A trephine is an instrument used for cutting out a round piece of skull bone. Wikipedia Trepanning [2]

Allyson says in her account that her abuser grandfather used a power drill, to access her third eye. Whether to eat her pineal gland as does happen, obviously I do not know.

The mind tends to dissociate under this kind of torture, create alternate “personalities” who tend to know nothing about each other, although it varies. This is part of the reason for the torture, as a means of setting up mind control alters which the handler can bring when they wish on a given signal.

Thus it is only after some time, when the programming breaks down or the brain feels that the host can deal with what has happened that the person remembers parts of the abuse.

Allyson recounts some of this process here…

The plastic surgeon loosened the muscles in my forehead so it would wrinkle and look more natural. I think they probably could’ve covered it with a skin graft, but I suspect they wanted to leave me a few physical reminders to backup up my sanity when I started getting my memory back, so I wouldn’t feel like I was completely nuts for the things I was remembering.

My chiropractor took an x-ray of my neck and head when I still had amnesia. There was a round, dark spot right there, which he thought was a flaw in the film. Later when I remembered the trephination, it made sense.

I also had a dermatologist look at my skin through a magnifying glass once, when I still had amnesia. He asked me straight out if I had been burned.

When I was 13, I had my wrists x-rayed because they clicked all the time. That doctor asked me if I had been abused, when he looked at the x-rays. I said no because I didn’t remember. So he explained that I might not remember it. I had lots of little clues like those, along the way that I had to put together, after my memory started coming back.

Updated 19th April Allyson has given me some more information…

He trephined me because the big book with the diagrams told him to. He just used screwed up language to talk about some things. Before he trephined me, he said, “In the old days, people used this procedure to let the evil spirits out. But I’m using it to let them in.”

It’s called double bind communication in psychology. Like when he called it black jack when he used 21 long needles to pierce my body, through and through. Or I got to be the piñata. Or I got to be the rope in tug of war, which dislocated my shoulder. Or when he made me drink brake fluid, and then broke my jaw for being stupid enough to drink brake fluid.

My family had all molested me, but in a way that was never painful until that night. My mom used to hug me until it was extremely painful. She made me sleep on a pillow in a closed chest of drawers, so I was packed in so tightly, I couldn’t move all night. I’d wake up very sore every morning.

I always got in trouble and took a beating for waking up, unless my aunt was there. One day, he busted my head on the cement porch. That was the third time, and I was determined not to pass out that time so I could figure out what was causing the horribly painful reverberating noise in my head.

I opened my eyes to see my mother sitting on the porch, laughing. That was when they planned the murder. So he got everyone to agree that he would kill me while they were out for the night and he babysat. Except my aunt. They knew she wouldn’t agree to it.

When they left that night, they all hugged me and whispered in my ear that when Jesus opened his arms to me, I should just go to him. My aunt was the only one who didn’t say that to me.

My mom had even signed for permission for me to get married before he killed me. He was a justice of the peace, so he could legally perform marriages. Apparently, there wasn’t an age limit, as long as they had a parent’s signature. So he married me to my uncle.

Must’ve been legal because it took a lot to get it annulled after I was in foster care. Annulments would only be granted if the marriage had not been consummated. There was no law against marital rape, at the time, so it took a lot of explaining to get people to understand that it wasn’t my uncle/husband who raped me that night, but my grandfather.

So finally, it was annulled. But only my grandfather and uncle knew that he was really going to perform a ritual sacrifice.

When they came home early and saw the condition I was in, they all freaked out.

I then asked Allyson what the book was with big diagrams in it. She replied

I don’t know what that book was. It was big and looked very old. One of the diagrams I remember was the sketch by DaVinci of the naked man with arms outstretched and feet apart. He said he got the whole kit for the ritual from inside a wall at the lodge. The only lodge in our little town was the Masonic lodge. The kit was in a black bag about 3 feet tall, which opened with a hinge on the sides, like an old fashioned doctor’s bag.

I know he needed a partner for the ritual. An initiate? It was supposed to be my grandmother’s brother, John. But my aunt had become suspicious because I told her that my grandfather said he was giving me a bon voyage party that night.

My parents were separated, so she called my dad and asked him to go by the house and check in on us, kids, while they were gone. When he got there, my grandfather and great uncle John had us kids on the dining room table, doing a strip tease to music.

Dad was outnumbered and he knew my grandfather was crazy and had guns. So he smoked a joint with them to try to calm them down some. They were on something. Maybe cocaine. Then he left to go get the cops, but they laughed at him.

As I may have mentioned, my grandfather was a Justice of the Peace, which meant a lot more then, than it does now. So dad came back.

By then, my grandfather was making us kids have sex with each other. Dad got in my face and whispered, asking me where my mom and everyone had gone. I told him they went to a music show in Murphy, a town about 20 miles away. So he said he was going to take off and asked, “How about you, John?”

I guess John felt guilty or embarrassed, but for whatever reason, he decided to leave too. That’s when he gave me some morphine and made my brother and cousin pull on my legs, while he pulled on my arms. I was barely conscious but it really hurt.

He said if I cried, they had to stop. I whimpered a little and my cousin reminded him they apocalsyhad to stop. Then, he made me drink the brake fluid. It burned like fire. Then he tied my wrists with a belt and hung me up in the smokehouse in the dark.

He must’ve called my Uncle Bobby for backup. But he went ahead and kept up the torture. Bobby didn’t get there until I was already on fire.

Before I passed out, I hallucinated a red horse, then a black horse. After I came to, when he slashed my belly open, I kept asking Bobby his horse’s name. I had seen on some Western show that you could steal a man’s horse, if you knew its name.

I was trying to think of a way to escape. They thought I was delusional. So he just told me the horse’s name was Gus. So then, I hallucinated a white horse.

After my memory came back, I was studying the Bible and found that in Isaiah, in the Old Testament, the horses of the Apocalypse appear in that order. Red, black, then white. I never saw the last one.

They are in a different order in Revelation, in the New Testament. Pretty weird, eh? But yeah, he had to have an initiate or it didn’t count.

They took turns, putting the long needles through me. One took odd. The other took the even numbers. The whole time, he was telling Bobby he was a winner. He had great moves. Things like that. When they finished, he said I looked like a porcupine.

While my aunt was resuscitating me, the cops had decided that maybe they should go check out my dad’s story. So the yard was full of people when they put me in the ambulance.

They kept me in an induced coma for some time. I guess, because of the burns. But I could hear people talking. So I learned a lot by just listening to them talk in my hospital room in Chattanooga. Erlanger Hospital was where my aunt was attending nursing school, and it had the best emergency room anywhere near us.

So apparently, while they were all getting me stabilized, my grandfather grabbed the snuff film, got in his truck, and disappeared for a couple of weeks.

He was good friends with one of the Senators from Tennessee, at the time. The family was speculating that he gave the film to the Senator. He was supposed to get $2000 for it. That would be over $20,000 today. There’s big money in snuff porn, I guess.

On my 6th birthday, I got a card from that Senator. My mom and grandmother were impressed, but it made my aunt shiver.

She got me alone and made me promise to never try to contact that Senator, ever, no matter what. His name was Bill Brock. I could go on and on.

Here’s something I shared with my online writer’s group in 2017.

Normally, they don’t let burned children have access to mirrors, but I was defending my grandfather, insisting that he loved me and didn’t mean to hurt me. So they had to let me see.

Shattered Images

I hurried out of church and across the parking lot to my car. When I opened the door, it was as though I had unrolled a sort of visual scroll. Suddenly an image appeared before my eyes and blocked my view of my car’s interior.

As though a promise had been fulfilled, I saw you…in hell. Your hands seemed to be restrained behind you, and the flames that encircled you leaped up to the height of your chest and neck. I saw your face clearly in the flickering glow of firelight. You looked so young! Younger than you ever could have been in my memory. And to my astonishment, I could tell by your fixed expression that you could see me, too.

Your eyes spoke resignation to your lot and an understanding that you deserved no request to be asked of me. Then, in an instant, the vision evaporated, just as suddenly as it had appeared.

I stepped into the car and closed the door. My elbow rested on the inside of the door below the window, as I numbly lay my head against the heel of my hand for support. My mind was reeling and I could feel my head gently pivot from side to side in denial.

I remembered the night that you had looked at me through the flames and told me to hold my breath, as I was quickly encircled by the fire, with no escape.

Days and weeks had passed in one hospital, then another that had a special burn unit. Many visitors came regularly, and occasionally, there was mention of a guard who stood outside the door. Doctors, nurses, and police came. There was a social worker who was described as a lady who believes children.

A man from the FBI visited me, and a woman who wanted to grant me a special wish. I had the distinct impression that she was an angel. But my favorite visitor was the pretty doctor who knew how to hypnotize people.

But they said no one could find you. They were looking everywhere for your truck. They were covering the tri-state area, but they couldn’t find you.

I tried to tell them that you didn’t do it on purpose, that you didn’t mean to hurt me. That you didn’t even know you were hurting me, that we were only playing, that it was just a game.

Finally, the day came to remove the bandages. My mother held my hand. The doctor was there and a man who had come to write a song about me because that was my special wish. The pretty doctor unwrapped the bandages around and around my head until it was all uncovered.

I was so unprepared for what I would see. The pretty doctor handed me a mirror. I don’t know where the voice came from that charged out of my mouth and shouted, “Goddamn him!”

It was the low, guttural growl of a monster and not my little girl’s voice at all. I tried to hand the mirror back to the pretty doctor. It was not my fault that she wouldn’t take it from my hand.

As though it was the mirror’s fault, I hurled it with surprising force across the room and against the wall. It shattered with the sounds of all the last notes at the upper end of the piano keys.

And I was about to have my first song written about me.

A disturbing but well told account of some of Allysons horrific experiences.

Allysons article has now been added to so this part does not follow on smoothly from the previous end of her account, but it was referring to the memories coming back..

Perhaps the programming control matrix is breaking down and many of the perpetrators are on the retreat. The Overton window of what actually is up for mainstream discussion has been moving steadily for the last few years. Several years ago, around say 2014, I knew about ritual abuse but chose not to post anything about it, as at that stage the vast majority of people were only becoming aware of child sexual abuse happening, never mind on young children, never mind on babies, never mind ritual satanic abuse or mind control or targetted individuals.

The message would not have been listened to, and indeed today the massive extent of MK Ultra mind control is not sufficiently recognised, probably 20 Million individuals in the US alone. Not recognised sufficiently either is the targetting of individuals via Voice to Skull technology, See Fighting Monarch [7].

Now times are changing, more and more people are realising some of the horrors that are happening, that are being perpetrated on children all over the world. It has all been hidden from them by a supine and complicit mockingbird media, which acts as the PR department for the illuminati.

Having said that, global ritual child abuse is still rampant, largely by the illuminati cult and their cohorts – Freemasons, Catholic Church, Satanists, Kabbalah and Mormons. See The Five Child trafficking Networks of the Illuminati [3]

Beware also the next couple of weeks as this is an important part of the illuminati abuse and blood sacrifice calendar.  See Antichrist Rising – The When and Where and How… [6]

Sexual abuse of children is integral to the very essence of the cult and what they stand for  It is an essential part of being the illuminati. The illuminati’s whole philosophy demands the use, abuse, sacrifice and consumption of children. See Montauk Boys – Blood Ritual Monarch [5] for sex magik and use of bodily fluids and blood sacrifice.

Truth is indeed a hugely powerful tool or even weapon in these extraordinary times that we are living in, and we must also beware of Hollywood, the “glamour PR” campaign for the cult, most of whom are blackmailed,  Hollywood’s Starting to Crack Wide Open…. [8]

It still takes huge strength and courage to put yourself out there in public and tell your story, but I hope more and more survivors and victims come forward to tell their story, even a tiny episode from their story or even anonymously. Each person coming forward means less consequences for the next one who does, and less likelihood that this abuse will happen to more children.

Many survivors feel it is part of the pathway to their healing, but overwhelmingly survivors just want no child to ever go through what they were forced to go through…

Every bit of truth helps to empower us against the perpetrators and their agenda.

My heartfelt thanks to Allyson…

I only post on this blog and links 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…

  • Deprogramwiki  [Q]
  • How to Integrate Alters – Fiona Barnett [P]
  • SurvivorsJustice Triggers post [E]

Appendix 1 UK Press Cuttings and Research Database and Blogs on Child Sexual Abuse

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. I do not wish to live in the kind of world that the psychopathic illuminati want to bring in, which is a world wholly and absolutely controlled by them. If I am killed or go silent, my wish is for more people to tell the truth, they cannot kill us all…


[1] Twitter Allyson Postelle  @postelleallyson

[2] Wikipedia Trepanning

[3] 2020 Jan 18 cathy fox blog The Five Child trafficking Networks of the Illuminati

[4] 2020 Apr 14 cathyfox blog Gloria Vanderbilt and the Rising of the antiChrist

[5] 2020 April 5 cathyfoxblog Montauk Boys – Blood Ritual Monarch

[6]  2020 April 16 cathyfox blog Antichrist Rising – The When and Where and How…

[7] Fighting Monarch

[8]  2018 July 25 cathyfox blog Hollywood’s Starting to Crack Wide Open….

[9] 2018 Mar 10 Cathyfox blog Q Anon – Spirit Cooking and Hollywood Mind Control, Enslaved Children

  • 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]

[A] Sanctuary for the Abused

Let justice be done though the heavens fall – Fiat justitia ruat cælum

Put the enemy at unease by making information they do not want known to be known…

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.

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8 Responses to Allyson – Sacrifice to Baal

  1. tomiejones says:

    Reblogged this on circusbuoy and commented:
    put the enemy in a state of uneasiness by making the information they do not want to be known , known.

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  2. Jessie Czebotar says:

    Allyson, I am so thankful to hear your voice. Thank you for your bravery and courage to share the depths of abuse and hurt you went thru. I know how hard it is to be vulnerable with these details and even harder to trust how others will react to them. You have such a powerful story to share, would love to hear more.


  3. Valerie Wapelhorst says:

    Alllyson, Thank you for your courage to share your story. I, and others, need to hear this truth so we can understand what’s happening in this world. To you and others and to sweet children all over the world. These last two years have opened my eyes to the horrors. I’m sad and broken about it, but feel even stupid to say that when I really have no conception of the “hurt and abused” life and struggles you’ve known. I pray God will put an end to these atrocities and will Heal all your broken hearts, bodies, minds and spirits. Too much. It’s just too much. Praying for you.


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