Adrenochrome – Is It True What They Say?

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I like to deal with the facts and to use reason, logic and common sense.

OUR INFORMATION SOURCES.

There have been plenty of stories and people claiming to know or to be experts on the subject of Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) and adrenochrome harvesting. Based on their information many others have learned a little here and there, mixed it all together and delivered their own brand of “taking a stab at it.”

There are victims of SRA and former members of Satanic groups who came forward decades ago to share their stories. I cannot remember that any of them who mentioned adrenochrome or anything like it. Until Hollywood started talking about it in movies such as Clockwork Orange and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, it was not part of the SRA discussion although drinking of the blood of the ritualistically sacrificed certainly was. We were told the blood-drinking often created a frenzy and that Satanists like to terrorize the victims with rape and torture so as to release the adrenaline into the blood before they moved in for the final kill. The victim was killed, the blood shared and the body or parts of it were consumed.

Over the years research has been conducted and information has been gathered.  People have come at this subject matter from several different angles.  Researches of ancient ritual practice talk about the life force of the blood and the need of the Satanists to consume that life force. That backs why the participants need to drink the blood.  Terrorizing the victim and causing the adrenaline to release is said to make the blood taste even better.  Are we ever more alive than when we are in fear for our lives and fighting to live with the idea that death is imminent?   Even demons leave a body, as desperate as they are for a human body to use to navigate this dimension, the moment that life force is gone from the blood. Continue reading

Just A Place I Used To Be

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When did it happen? Somewhere, seemingly in the night, while I lay sleeping, life shifted.

It changed from this epic journey I was on where everything was possible, to a journey I had been on. Like a roller coaster ride, I boarded it, so excited and full of excitement and then suddenly we were climbing the biggest hill, pausing at the top, taking in the view and then whizzing around the track, laughing, gasping, holding on for dear life, barely able to scan ahead to see what was coming next. And then, suddenly you could feel it begin to lose its momentum and the ups and downs began to lessen and level out. The curves were not as tight and the speed was lost and you knew you were heading for the platform where the ride ends.

How we would wish for one more big thrill. But no matter how hard we wished, the ride was coming to an end.

I woke up one morning and the way I looked at things was different. Nothing had happened, there had not been some big epiphany, nor had I made a monumental choice, it was just different. Once where I would look at something and it felt like a someday possibility, things now remind me that part is over. There is a sadness all mixed up in my go to it attitude and joy of life. Continue reading

Going Home

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This year I returned to Canada. I had been going back once, twice a year, for awhile but once my mother in law became ill, and our daughter here was having problems, we found ourselves landlocked for almost 3 years.

Moving to a new country set off an emotional conflict within. Where is home? I am living here in Australia but am not connected to it or people in the way I was once connected to Canada. Yet, I am no longer in Canada and people move on without me and I have been making my own journey that has led me far from what was once so familiar.

I felt guilt that returning to Canada leaves me with more and more apprehension while returning to Australia feels more and more like a home coming. I felt that on the very first journey here. It was like my soul had come home to a place where it belonged. I had never truly felt “at home” anywhere, but one visit to Australia changed that. It was the feeling, a generalized, non specific feeling not attached to anything, or even logic.  It just occupied my heart and nurtured it in a way I had never known before.  I felt my soul letting out a long and deep sigh.  I settled in, and I never wanted to leave. Continue reading