Satanism in America Today
“EXPERIENCING GOD’S DIVINE PROTECTION
When Being Stalked By Satanists“
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
By Pamela Rae Schuffert presenting investigative journalism on behalf of the endangered American people
We finally got through that terrible night of being stalked, weary and worn from their ceaseless attacks following their phone threat. These ruthless Satanists would usually emerge from the woods, shadowy forms coming out from the woods that partially surrounded her home, by 11 P.M.
And later, they would gradually melt back into the woods by 4 A.M. as soon as daylight began to emerge. And then these satanists would restore the electricity and phone lines so that the police could find no evidence of their previous attacks the next day.
During this dangerous period of intensified Satanist attacks in Asheville, NC, her weary mother was in the backyard hanging out clothes, when she came screaming as she ran into the home.
We chained the doors shut as she described what she saw standing at the edge of the woods. There stood a man, dressed in black, with full night vision military head-goggles, a sophisticated military headset for communications, and much more.
Recognizing this as full military issue and expensive equipment, I later asked our informant from inside the coven about this. He replied,
“Oh, these Satanists here in Asheville are rich and powerful…they can get any kind of equipment they want! The Satanists in the military are supplying them with this military equipment you saw.”
One night, the Satanist harassment went into even more dangerous extremes, however. Cindi had by this time moved her mattress onto the living room floor so that she would not be window level when she slept at night.
Her head was ground level, right next to an air duct. One night she came to me and said,
“I’ve been smelling something strange for the last 15 minutes…” I had smelled nothing.
A few minutes later she came back to me and said, “What are those funny black spots doing around your head???” She then suddenly collapsed and fell on her knees, her head and shoulders fallen on the sofa. I ran and lifted her entire body up on the sofa. She was totally unconscious by now….and would remain that way for hours.
After she came out of this state, we later figured out that they had introduced some type of chemical weapon into her ventilation system, but not strong enough to affect everyone in the trailer…only her, since her face had been directly next to the vent.
She and I had heard sounds coming from underneath her trailer that night, and we KNEW that they had spent some time under there…but we dared not go out to confront them at night.
When she came out of this unconscience state many hours later, she admitted to having a most marvelous angelic visitation in which she realized God had divinely visited her, and this angel had promised her victory in this battle.
A few days later, Greg came by with a beautiful and expensive diamond necklace for Cindi. It was only a few days before Christmas.
Greg looked at her sadly and said to her, “I am giving you this necklace now, because I don’t expect either of you to be alive by Christmas day. They have vowed to sacrifice you both by Solstice.”
He admitted that they planned to use a small charge of explosives to blow the door off the trailer, ever since they had discovered I was chaining the doors shut each night.
“Once they break in, Pam, they plan to shoot and kill you, and then abduct her for sacrifice, ” admitted Greg.
(Shoot me to kill??? Yeah, I remember thinking, they would love to do alot more than THAT to my body, after the position I had taken taken against the satanists there…)
Cindi and I earnestly renewed our time in prayer and spiritual warfare. Night after night, the attacks continued. They even took a bizarre twist one day. A strange and terrifying phone call came in.
“We need four babies to sacrifice and your sister’s newborn is going to be one of them,” a smirking voice declared to Cindi one day….and abruptly hung up.
Cindi’s sister and her newborn were in the pediatric unit of the local hospital. Knowing that many Satanists who could network with the satanists that just threatened her were working in that hospital, we did not take their threat lightly.
Praying about what to do, we decided that I should go over to her room and spend several hours anointing the room and praying over her and the baby. I jumped into my car and sped over there.
I could not tell her sister the REAL reason why I was there that night! She would have been terrified. Satisfied after several hours of prayer that God would protect her and the baby, I left.
HOWEVER…as I walked through the waiting room of the pediatric unit that night (it was about 11 P.M.) I looked cautiously for any evidence of the Satanists who might be there to make good their threat.
I quickly discovered that my suspicions were correct.
There, in the corner, standing in a huddle, were about 10-12 of the younger satanists. I noted with sadness that they were all high school age. In Asheville, the big powerful Satanists constantly use the younger people to do their dirty work. This protects the names and businesses of this big and powerful satanists there, as their use their grunts.
They maliciously glared at me, eyes following me carefully as I headed for the elevator. As I stepped on, they rushed down the hall in the direction of her room.
But in my spirit, I laughed inside, because God had given me assurance that NO enemy could penetrate that time of prayer we had together in her room for her safety.
And thanks to God, both mother and child emerged safely from the hospital after that. Halleluia and thank God.
Finally, Christmas Day dawned. We looked at each other: we both were still alive.The Satanists of Asheville had NOT succeeded in getting either of us for sacrifice!
And miraculously, her weak and bedridden father emerged from his bed to sit down and enjoy Christmas Day with his family. It would prove his last, for the next day, he died.
I attended his funeral with my friend Cindi and her family. After that, I left her home to enjoy the Christmas Season with my mother a few hours away at our home in a Christian retreat in SC.
But these murderers never succeeded in getting her after all. Nor did they succeed in getting me, although they made numerous attempts on my life after that through several abduction attempts, poisoning me, finally even sending into my life “a Satanist posing as a Christian who needed counseling.
(As I was to discover after narrowly escaping his set-up and abduction attempt, this Satanist “posing as a Christian” was actually sent in by the CIA, at the same time former CIA operatives were giving me insider information about the NWO AGENDA and FEMA camps, etc. They apparently wanted my newly uncovered NWO information to die with me…but that’s ANOTHER story.)
Strange things emerged after our encounters with these Asheville Satanists. My friend Cindi was forced to go into a local safe house for battered women, to avoid threatened attack at one time.
And while there, she encountered the actual former girlfriend of the head Satanist, “King One,” who had lead the coven in stalking her.
His girlfriend, Joanne Wilkinson, was there with her newborn baby. She admitted to Cindi,
“This man is so evil, there is nothing he would not be capable of doing. He would even force me on the Satanic altar and summon demons to have sex with me…”
She admitted she was forced to flee to this same safe house for protection from him, because he was demanding that she surrender her newborn child to him for sacrifice! Joanne confessed many other insider secrets to my friend Cindi regarding her having been stalked. Finally, Joanne looked at Cindi and said,
“Honey, JUST KEEP PLEADING THE BLOOD OF JESUS. That Christmas they tried to get you for sacrifice, he would come home so angry, night after night, cursing and shouting, ‘I just couldn’t GET THROUGH THE BLOOD OF JESUS’.”
HALLELUIA…WHAT A TESTIMONY to the mighty power of the BLOOD OF THE LAMB.
I prayed hard through the following years to find out just WHO this terrorizing Satanist coven leader was. My journey to discover the truth took me to California, to Florida and all across the country.
Finally, in California in 1998, I met two men who were former members of the Asheville coven. One had been married to the ex-girlfriend of “King One.” He told me all about this Satanist.
His name? Tony Richards, originally a Lakota Indian from Pine Ridge Reservation, SD. He had a brother, Woody. And Woody was married to a Native American singer and musician called Yolanda Martinez. These two men admitted that my researching was accurate regarding names and locations of Satanists and their activities in Asheville, NC.
From there, I traveled to Florida, where at a Christian retreat, I encountered two former Satanists who had been a part of the Asheville coven. One was now an evangelist, the other was his cousin visiting him at the rally.
The one who was then an active evangelist and strong Christian, Richard Morgan of “LOVING HEARTS MINISTRY” (now deceased) admitted the truth to me about Lakota Sioux, Tony Richards.
“Oh, TONY is the worst of the worst, “Richard admitted as he looked at me and shook his head. His cousin, Jericho (and who strangely was my father’s former satanic high priest of Virginia Beach, VA) admitted the same thing to me while I was there.
As Divine leading would have it, after this time I went with my truck and an RV across America, and ended up at Rapid City, SD. I had forgotten that Tony our former stalker had come from this area.
Still praying to encounter him so I could confront him, I made a visit to Custer, SD, to purchase some Native jewelry making supplies, bone pipes and beads to make chokers.
Going into the Indian beads supply store, I was encountered by a tall, dark skinned Lakota man with long black hair, accompanied by somewhat of a pot belly. He started encouraging me to buy his beadwork, which I finally did.
As I was leaving, he said, “Oh, you might want to also buy this music tape by Yolanda Martinez, a native American singer!”
Suddenly, I froze, unable to move. A million painful memories seemed to go through my mind in nanoseconds.
I looked intently at him and said,
“Wait a minute…isn’t Yolanda the wife of Woody Richards…and isn’t WOODY the brother of Tony Richards?”
As I said this, the Lakota smiled a broad smile and replied,
“Yes, and I AM TONY RICHARDS!”
I was stunned and initially speechless and in shock. My 7 years of difficult research, intense prayer and extensive traveling across America in search of this Satanist terrorist had finally paid off! Thank you, Jesus.
No, I did not recognize him, because he managed to conceal himself well in Asheville. My friend being stalked, Cindi, had often caught glimpses of him, describing the long black hair either pulled back in a pony tail or hanging loose.
Still shocked, with fear and caution beginning to grow inside as well, I wondered what to do, because I was now standing before a deadly cold-blooded killer, alone in the small store….and unarmed.
-To be continued-
-Pamela Rae Schuffert-