"Adelaide Australia's Underground Abuse" - By Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) Survivor Jessica Kaitlin

9.30.24

In 2018 I started my deep dive into healing by being divinely guided by earthly angels, plant medicine and my higher self. 

I threw myself into research of the ethereal, after hitting rock bottom, to find the Divine Truth. 

Spirit is too tangible and evident in Creation to not be true.  

I have fallen deeply in love with the path of healing my trauma, my uncovered truth. 

For twenty years my mind had protected me from the horrors of my childhood and my guides sheltered me from the pain.  

I have been an incredible toxic person in my past; projecting my pain and re-enacting my trauma. 

I knew within my core that I AM LOVE and I couldn’t bear to continue hurting the people I love because I didn’t understand my emotions.  

I know that I chose to have this life, Yearning to have a better understanding of the pain humans experience to better facilitate healing. 

I know the importance of shadow work and how the external corruption of Earth is a reflection of the repressed corruption within our own being.  

To heal our Self is to heal All.  

To shine light into our shadow, our subconscious, is to create more room for love and light within all.  

Through understanding my triggers by paying attention to when fight or flight was activated, I began to piece together the gruesome puzzle of my childhood. 

“What just triggered you?” I would ask myself. 

“Why would that trigger you?” 

“What event am I not remembering that would cause me to be triggered by this?” 

I would sit with the feelings and allow the flashbacks to play, changing my avoidance mechanisms into rewards for sitting with the pain. 

Eventually, after much practice my inner dialogue evolved as I saw a psychologist, attended CPT group therapy and focused soul-ey on improving my mental health through spiritual practices; namely affirmations, meditation and yoga. 

This next step in healing my shadow is to express my truth and feel my emotions through writing about my worst trauma experiences. To channel out my darkest memories, the stories I’ve never spoken out-loud. 

My intention through sharing this work is to help inspire others in healing, to create a voice for Adelaide’s abused and to shine a light into the devious underbelly of our society.  

The YMCA  

I was taken down a long hallway past the toilets where the light barely reached, to a door that was always locked. I feel myself pushed inside the door, into darkness. I feel someone’s presence with me and feel my mouth grabbed by a hand, body lowered to the ground, my shorts pulled down and a needle stab me in the upper inner thigh. Then everything goes soft, blurry, blissful. I felt myself practically float down the stairs guided by a man I couldn’t make out in the dark blur, 

“Good girl Jessie” I hear him say as he holds my hand, leading me into a candle lit area. 

Four candles, in four corners of a circle, joined together by lines on the floor. I could sense many people lurking in the shadows of the room, behind pillars holding up the roof.  

I see some men walk forward into the light, putting masks on as a blindfold was slipped over my eyes.  

I was sat down and felt the man return to the door and slowly I was joined by maybe three other children. I felt my best-friend sat next to me and we grasped hands - knowing something we didn’t like was about to happen but feeling too doped out to feel the fear running through our being.  

When the last kid, a boy, was brought in, we heard the heavy door locked shut from all the way down the staircase. 

The men began to shuffle around, forming a circle around the painted floor and candles. They began to chant. It was low and vibrational chanting while one man spoke out in perhaps Latin.  

A dark presence filled the room, of deep and disgusting sexual perversion. These men were feeding off it, feeling grateful and relieved when the presence entered.  

The man who brought us in, then picked us up and placed us in the circle - making sure the blindfold was tight. He placed all four of us close together, so we could feel each other as our clothes were removed.  

We lay on the floor, clinging to each other for familiar safety. I could feel their clammy but cold smooth skin as we all shook with fear and melted into each other.  

The chanting continued, getting louder and deeper, some screamed it while others continued as a vibrating base sound. It reached a crescendo and then suddenly went silent.  

It was so silent, the sounds of everyone’s breath bouncing off the concrete walls. I felt like I was dying, and a disgusting perverted sexual energy filled my body, and the bodies of the kids around me. 

I heard a voice say: “Touch one another,” 

“Feel their soft skin and slide down between their legs.” 

We followed their every command as we were instructed to engage in an extreme, sexual play. 

Different men would speak out their fantasy as we re-enacted it, often biting each other.  

We felt nothing but bliss during this; not feeling the pain because of the drugs and enjoying this powerful sexual energy between us as we continued to blindly search and enjoy each other’s bodies. 

Two of these kids were my friends and we felt safe with each other, the third was an ethnic boy I wasn’t familiar with.  

This seemed to go on for hours while a man continued to speak Latin, who then said a sentence separate to the ritualistic prayer. Then men started to move closer into the circle and laid us head-to-head, in four directions.  

The men began to engage with us in oral. They rotated between us all, taking turns, sometimes slapping us and masturbating when not involved with a child. 

The speaker had continued chanting throughout this in the unknown language, speaking the collective into a climax. 

As we all came to orgasm, my body tensed up in a painful way.  Men sprayed their semen over us as I felt myself being stabbed by a thin pin in my upper inner thigh. All us children screamed out as we felt the blood pouring out of our body and disgusting demonic men licking it up with great enjoyment.  

I attempted to pull my body away and recoil, but felt my legs grabbed and pinned down by excessive force. I went to scream out but felt a warm metallic tasting liquid poured into my mouth, I coughed spluttering out the blood. 

A man chuckled but I felt another’s disapproval as I had more tipped into my mouth. I drank it compliantly hoping they would release my legs then.  

After they seemed to have their fill, a needle entered my other upper thigh, and everything went numb and black.  

-Jessica Kaitlin