This is a place to remember those who died of ritual abuse or sex trafficking.
In the comment section below you can write something in memory of the (unborn) baby you lost, a family member you’re missing or a friend whose life was snuffed out too early.
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Dear little ones, you were “nobody” in the eyes of them who were desperate to become more than “just somebody”. Too many men, too many women in this rat race for power, fortune and God knows what else! I have to remind myself more often that there is Someone who is looking after you now… who is giving you all the love that you were lacking in this world. Know that you are not forgotten.
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in rememberance of aborted and ritual murdered newborns . you will not be forgotten. these unbelievable crimes will definitely stop. from all over the world people will step forward and testify what has happened and is still happening
You described how my first daughter came and left this earth. Thank you
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the
former things are passed away.
This is in honor of my children and my collie and friend Sully.
My children Monica Rose – my first born and 2 others another girl and my boy who were ritually sacrificed at my hand. I ended their suffering, I lost my motherhood. They are always in my heart, they never had a voice. I have a needlepoint I did for each one, to honor the fact that they did exist.
My dog Sully was terminated because he gave me comfort and love he is the reason I survived. I had no physical people, but God gave me my 4 legged friend.
Dear Julie, You are loved and your children are no longer suffering. They give you strength to live to tell others of what happened in the darkness. For in Jesus’ Name, love conquers all. The truth sets all of us free into the light.
Oh Julie – I finally am listening to Jessie and I stumbled across your comments. I pray the Grace of God over you right now – I am sorry you endured losing your babies. Bless you
Elizabeth, I beat myself up for not being able to protect you. I was a scared, naked, child. I ran! I tried to protect you. But they found my hiding place and we were found.. I still dream of you. We will meet at God’s house, we will hug, and have a cup of cocoa…
I will never forget you, my sisters, my friends who died trying to escape, while there is no escape in a small country like ours. Forgive me please, for not being able to run this far with you, for falling into silence in the darkest of places and not being able to testify on time. I’ ve spent my last 10 years trying to find a safe place; to be able to speak up for you. As you know I did this when I could, and some of them have been prosecuted, but there’ s still no place for you, my sisters littles, or the ones that died trying to save our lives. I am trying as hard as I can to keep and strengthen my faith and my hope but also I am longing so much to see you again in heaven. Not allowed to feel, speak, bring ourselves into safety, recover physically, walk safe and free in open air, I only want to fly back to you. There’ s no time or space to grieve here on earth. You said you’ d come and pick me up in Gods time. In the end of times we were taught to work together for the antichrist but we choose Jeshua instead. Isn’t this Gods time? I love you. I miss you. Thank you for living your lives the way you did. For surviving this long in these circumstances and never giving up. You showed me the way to survive a little longer, even by your deaths. This feels so weird. Why am I still here and you re not?
My daughter Jessica was taken when she was barely 4 months old.
I asked Holy Spirit about her for 27 years before receiving an answer.
It came in the most unexpected way.
God set me to intercede one day for our troops, and the workers dealing with warfare in the tunnels rescuing children. It was very intense and I had to recuperate for a long while afterwards.
A few weeks later He set me to intercede for the command center, and when Jesus came into their midst, I ascended into a throne room. There was a man, and a little girl about 3 years old, when she turned and saw me she said “Hi daddy”.
I about lost it and had to go back to the command center, but I know what they did to her now, I know how she died and when, I know where she is, and I know she is a happy little girl wrapped in the arms of Love, and she has nothing of what was done to her, in her, on her, or about her at all.