psychoceramics: Organ harvesting not a myth after all!

["Johannes Scmidt" <r--@h--.com>]

I received this from someone whose identity remains anomymous:
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BLACK MASS

        (Warning: This is graphic, it is not pretty, it is truthful.  Do 
not read this unless you have the proper perspective.)

        DATE: March X, 1997 (Sunday)

        LOCATION: Northern New Jersey, XXXXXXXXXXXX University Medical
Facility, XXXXXXXXXXXX, New Jersey (affiliated with University of
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX).

        The circumstances of my admission to the ER I will not explain
here.  But, I couldn't believe they were holding me against my will for 
objecting to the blood testing and I had good reasons for the objection.
 The nurse had not used alcohol, by her own admission, I had a fast and 
very large bruise forming where she had stuck me, I was sorry I had even 
gone in there and it was a Saturday night now, I just wanted to go home.
 Many doctors and many nurses were continually telling me that they
wanted to put me in a regular hospital bed, I still refused. I refused
to sign anything and demanded that I be allowed to go as soon as
possible.  I said I had litigation pending and could not discuss my life 
or health with anyone.  They wanted me to sign disclosures about this 
visit and the reports written then, I absolutely refused to do so.

        They moved me into a cubicle in the ER away from the doors, at
this point I didn't know even how to leave the facility -- I was
confused about where the main door was because I had been moved around
so much.  I kept demanding, very calmly, to be able to leave.  I claimed 
my vehicle was in jeopardy -- it is an expensive Mercedes, parked in an 
indigent neighborhood.  They sent doctor after doctor into the cubicle 
to see me and they put a constant black nurse in charge of guarding my
cubicle and preventing me from leaving.  I begged a couple of nurses to 
get me canned sodas which they did (although they said it was against 
policies to do so).  This was just like prison -- unreal.  I claimed 
they were keeping me just so that they could collect the insurance 
money.  Food was bad, I could not eat it.

        By 8 A.M. the next day, I had been kept up now 24 hours in the
hospital ER under full lights, I felt physically very badly from the
needle problems and my original assault.  During the night, two drunks
had been brought into the facility.  One was about 60 or a little older. 
 The second was about 40 and upset he had been brought in by police.  He 
wanted a cigarrette and he kept saying he didn't have insurance so why 
were they bothering with him.  I began to witness about 4 A.M. the
second drunk with a short white blonde woman throwing or annoiting him
with some liquid -- and she was either low level chanting or reciting
some verse -- he began to get increasingly out of it.  I saw the same
woman or a similar one doing the same thing to the first drunk, about an 
hour earlier.  I began to take an interest in what was going on.  I
noticed the nurses were exceptionally nervous -- they still would not
let me go even though doctor after doctor had "cleared" me.  I kept
reasonably objecting to the situation and I was beginning to become
deeply concerned.  The whole situation was frightening, not normally
handled, and something was obviously going on that I didn't understand.
 I became concerned about this second drunk -- the first one was now
totally out of it.  I began to peek at the situation and the nurse
guarding my cubicle became enraged, she questioned me, you didn't see
that did you, get back in there...she is, she is...The second drunk
disappeared, they took him elsewhere.  One black nurse and I discussed
the fact that things were not normal now, she warned me that things were 
going to get much worse before they got better.

        But by 8 A.M. I heard some discussion about what they were going 
to do with me, it didn't sound promising.   I heard that I was never 
going to leave the hospital.  Suddenly, one of the blonde nurses came to 
me with papers to sign, I vaguely remember signing something to let me 
out, I remember trying to refuse to sign anything which would disclose 
the records, which earlier they wanted me to do.  I went unconscience 
from some drug, I assume this woman handed me.  Suddenly, I remembered 
all the ER lights were turned off.  I remember seeing the candles around 
the dying or dead first drunk.  I remember the blonde woman coming to me 
and forcing me to eat a seered piece of flesh.  I absolutely refused to 
do so.  She insisted, she said that IF I refused to eat it they could 
kill me.  I ate it, I remembered for hours, days the taste of this -- it 
was vile, it was vicious.  Then I remembered, the lights came on - I 
heard a loud whirrling sound of saws going.  I came to.

        A black nurse guarding my cubicle accompanied me to the bathroom 
and as I walked there, glanced to the right and saw the first drunk's 
body.  This was horrible.  His eyes had been removed.  All his sex 
organs were removed.  His chest was opened, his heart had been removed, 
his lungs were still there.  In the bathroom I ran into some 
well-dressed white women, they were laughing, gay.  I was absolutely 
frightened to death, mortified.  I was really worrying about the second 
drunk now.  I was afraid that their motives originally may have been to 
murder others there that night, there were also a number of other 
elderly there and some handicapped.  When I walked back, I didn't look, 
but two hours later as I left the facility, the blonde woman presiding 
over the scenario accompanied me out of the building.  When I stepped 
out into the warm sunlight of the Sunday morning at about 11 A.M. -- I 
was very glad to be alive.  VERY glad.

        I slept very hard for the next three days, I felt physically
very badly.  About a week after this situation unfolded, I saw a
therapist.  I asked her to photograph the horrendous bruise on my arm
from the hospital's dirty needle.  She absolutely refused to do so,
although I gave her a camera.  The bruise now was at least 4 inches in
diameter -- huge.  Obviously the nurse had set-up the needle.  I took a 
photo of it, to the best of my ability.

        I have not attempted to seek any medical attention since, no
matter the more recent break-ins to my residence and more unaccounted
for bruises and assaults on me.  I have considered looking up the obits 
on these men.  I have obtained some falsified doctor's reports about my 
visit.  My only recommendation to others who may also be enduring these 
assaults are that you should never sign anything and at least claim you 
have litigation going and an attorney.  Pretend to call him and keep 
that information going, as it turns out I really DID and do have 
litigation going against the federal government.


(Anonymous posting -- reasons of obvious confidentialty and security)


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