Re: psychoceramics: Organ harvesting not a myth after all!

["Andrew C. Bulhak" <a--@z--.net>]

[Johannes Scmidt]
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> I received this from someone whose identity remains anomymous:
> _________________
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> BLACK MASS
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>         (Warning: This is graphic, it is not pretty, it is truthful.  Do 
> not read this unless you have the proper perspective.)
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>         DATE: March X, 1997 (Sunday)
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>         LOCATION: Northern New Jersey, XXXXXXXXXXXX University Medical
> Facility, XXXXXXXXXXXX, New Jersey (affiliated with University of
> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX).

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

This sounds like the account from the "Creole mind control" post, 
by "Judith".  Of course, it is possible that there are TWO victims 
of the same conspiracy, with similar writing styles, on CTRL.

 -- acb

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