A good friend of mine pointed me here and let me use his account to post this so I can get it off my chest. I was born in Los Angeles 27 years ago to two parents who were both in the movie industry. My mom was a makeup artist and my dad was a talent manager for smallish TV stars. On my fifth birthday they entered into an agreement and traded me for their own success to a group of people who were very famous in Hollywood at the time. WIthin a year my dad was one of Hollywood's leading managers and my mom had become an actress on a soap opera. After one year I was returned to them and they used the excuse that I had been living with my grandmother in Europe for the last year.
A few years later they tried to sell me to a group of ritualistic satanists, but I managed to run away and began living on the streets at 11 years old. I was later adopted by a family who also worked in the entertainment industry and were extremely sexually abusive. After a few years of abuse and running away I was adopted by a family in St. Louis - where I'd run away to escape Los Angeles.
I didn't know anything about Q until very recently when my friend showed me all of the stuff about pedo- and pizza-gate. But the symbolism, the rituals, it's all written out exactly as I experienced. My parents made the exchange on the opening weekend of the Standard Hotel in Hollywood. Balazs was there and I got to know him a little bit over the year I lived there. But, it was not a good time. I was abused in horrific ways. Many times I was hooked up to IV drugs, fed massive amounts of hallucinogens, kept unnaturally skinny and underfed, and shown brutal and bizarre videos. Men who seemed like they were military or governmental often showed up and ran tests on me, taking blood and saliva samples. I was not allowed to leave the hotel.
I was often dressed up and paraded around parties at the hotel that were filled with super stars like Tom Hanks, John Cusack, Susan Sarandon, Tom Arnold, and lots of other very famous people. The most bizarre experience by far happened right before I was returned to my birth parents on the 360th day of my captivity - it had something to do with symbolism. I was taken to a room I'd never seen before, hidden through a back area and I was introduced to what I could only think of as a TV screen.
It was a highly advanced computer (keep in mind this was 1999) that spoke with a normal voice, could answer and ask questions, and was some sort of leader to the people who were holding me there. The computer, which spoke with a man's voice and called himself Gaderoll when I asked him his name. The computer showed me videos of my parents partying while I was suffering and it showed them making fun of me. Gaderoll also showed me videos of a brother I didn't know I had who was also in captivity at the same hotel and I'd never seen or met him.
Gaderoll asked me if I wanted to grow up and "serve" the hotel. I said I didn't and I wanted to leave. A man took me away and I was locked in a pitch black room and given only water and crackers for five days, then I was locked in a box and delivered back to my parents who were angry that I was returned home. Over the next two years I was sexually abused by my parents and their friends before I eventually escaped.
I tried for years to tell my story and was told I was crazy and psychiatrists tried to put me on drugs. When I was 12 I was kidnapped and two men tried to stage my suicide, but I was rescued by a random homeless man who saw them. I have spent my life watching my back and not telling my story because every time I did I would be attacked. But, after hearing about Q and getting my friends login so I could look around here I finally have hope that someone is doing something about these horrific people.
I am very careful about my identity these days and was shown how to use VPNs and other ways to stay secret in hopes that no one would come for me again. But, I feel like this is a really powerful and Christ-centered community and I feel welcomed.
I guess I don't really know why I'm posting except to get this off my chest.
Thank you.
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21135713? ago
Imagine writing up a fanfiction like OP to fuck with people on this board, and then laughing their asses off when boomers suck their dick unquestionably and claiming that denial of their story is an equivalent of subversion.
There is absolutely nothing of substance in this story. If I sat down for an hour I could write something even better. Nothing this person said is news. Even if it were true what is the point of telling us without any evidence? Fuck them shit like this helps no one.
21141300? ago
BTW if a child up thru 12 yrs old who has been on the streets so long and being abused from house to house, when would they have had time to go to school and learn to write a story and communicate so clearly?? Does spell checker really clean things up? How about grammar and street talk? I'm sorry to be insensitive, but I was just wondering..
21142754? ago
I ended up in a pretty decent high school after a few years of not learning much, and I did have a few nice people who helped me along the way. After that I went to community college and got an AA then (barely) made it into a state school where I got a degree that I currently use for my full time job.
21149170? ago
OP, I Just can't buy this. I've taught plenty of kids from preschool to elementary thru 'decent' high school who can hardly string good sentences together and they have never been molested, drugged, raped etc. Many have naggy, abusive, or just negligent or lax parents. You must be a genius to overcome such odds and do the MOUNTAIN of homework required just to get out of 'decent' high school let alone make it through community college where many drop out and just work at Starbucks. OOOo you 'barely' made it to a 'state' school. Is that the usual prejudice of 'university' grads showing through?? Violin music maestro pls? BTW, you also through in the whole kitchen sink into your story. Everything we have discussed on these posts is in there. Yes, you flushed out the good people here on VOAT and can add coins to your 'degree that you currently use for your full time job'. Unless you are doing computer work, there is no such thing that college specifically trains you for. Our family friends were in G.A.T.E., nice families, good grades, studied hours upon hours and are burned out. None of them have jobs of them have jobs related to their degrees. The Indians from India have those jobs. This "fanfiction" is an apt description. Many glaring holes in this story.
21156515? ago
Have you never heard of a nursing degree?
I appreciate your concern and doubt. Personally finishing my education was very difficult and it was a defense mechanism. I worked with a lot of tutors and spent a lot of time struggling so I could get to where I was because economic freedom for me meant freedom from having to rely on others, and that meant getting a well paying job that let me be independent.
My boyfriend was traumatically abused by his parents and some other people and left for dead at 13. He managed to rise above and he's a firefighter now and also does well for himself.
Some people do languish and are not able to overcome those things, but I knew that I didn't want to die, I didn't want to live on the street, and I didn't want to struggle, so I did what I had to do and sat down and studied my ass off. Different people have different motivations.