Footnote

Well over a hundred thousand Native American children and teenage girls have gone missing during the past 20 years and never found. The problem is not limited to the Native American and Latin American worlds, but seems to be much more severe there than in other ethnic groups.

I strongly suspect that ridiculous hoaxes, such as the Comet Pizza Restaurant “Pizzagate” in Washington, DC are intentionally put out by occultists, who want to discredit any news about real child slavery operations. This is a common practice among people involved in organized crime

An acquaintance asked me last night, why in the article on Etowah Mounds, Susan did not want the public to know that we had children or our boy and girl even to be seen with me. The answer is totally bizarre, but was an actual criminal case in 1998 and 1999.

by Richard L. Thornton, Architect and City Planner

Soon after moving to the older neighborhood in Cartersville, I noticed big, expensive cars like Mercedes, Cadillacs and Lincolns, with Metro Atlanta tags, pulling up to the modest homes of Latin American and African American low income families. A smartly dressed young woman would step out of the vehicle, holding a gift-wrapped box. 

She would present the box to an adult at the entrance door then return to the car, generally with a little girl, but sometimes a little boy . . . in either case, dressed in fine clothes, like they were headed to Sunday School and church. Often, the scene would be protected by a city or state police cruiser, parked in the street nearby.

There was something really sick going on, so I tipped off Susan (who was then calling herself, Kathy . . . a sweet South Jawja girl) plus the two covert FBI agents at the Cartersville Print Shop. Later, “Kathy” only told me that the appropriate FBI Special Agents had worked with people they trusted in the Georgia Department of Family and Children Services to bust a huge Satanic cult in Cartersville and Rome, GA. In the process, “Kathy” had received some disturbing information that she did not want to discuss right now.

After I moved to Rome, a Georgia Creek woman, who was an investigator with the Dept. of Family and Children Services, came by my rental house to thank me and my federal agent girlfriend . . . plus warn me. She told first told me that this was one of the first times that they were able to raid a cult house, before the occultists were warned by a local cop. 

“We found enough evidence to bust the members on child pornography, molestation and enslavement charges. We were certain that at least some of the kids had been murdered by people, who bought or rented the kids from the cult, but did not find enough evidence, which would hold up in court. We know that there are some wealthy, powerful people in Northwest Georgia behind the scenes, who control these criminal operations, but those arrested rather go to prison than mention their names. “

Then she dropped a bomb shell. Their task force had found dozens of photographs of me, walking along sidewalks or else on dates with women . . . at both occult houses. They asked a recent initiate, who had agreed to testify in return for immunity, why they had been following me around. She said that their priests had told them that a child of mine was destined “to be a great enemy of Satan.” (Yes, really)

“The girl told me that it had been their prime directive from Lord Satan to kill any children I might have had or keep me from having children.” At that point, we were going to put your children under police protection by officers, who we trust, but could not find any birth certificates in Georgia, with your name on them.“ 

She asked me if I had any children living in Georgia. I told her, “I don’t know. The federal agent girlfriend had a daughter, but I don’t know where she was born or where they live now.” (Boy, that answer made me sound really sleazy, but it was Susan’s doing, not mine. I would have been delighted to marry her, with or without a child.)

My new Creek friend then told me that since I was Creek, I wouldn’t laugh at her when she told me the next bit of information. She said that she was a medicine woman and started having the same dream over and over again. My wife and I were on a farm with over a hundred children, playing happily with the animals.”

The investigator said that she had access to records, unavailable to the public. During the late 1970s and 1980s, a large fertility clinic in Asheville, NC has listed me as the donor for over a hundred women, from around the nation, seeking to have a child. I could be the biological father for over a hundred children!

I responded, “Yikes! At least I didn’t have to pay for their college education. Now old Satan has a major headache, doesn’t he?” I added that my wife had been a fertility patient at that same clinic from 1977 to 1987, without I was told, her getting pregnant. After we were separated, I learned from her psychologist that she secretly had several abortions, while we were married.

Now, all this sounds whacko, but . . .  if you recall The Shenandoah Chronicles, on my second meeting with Susan, she brought some of her friends from the storefront church out to my farm. They sprinkled water from the Jordan River along the boundaries of my farm. 

Susan then asked me to accompany her to the center of my front pasture. She then went through a ceremony, speaking ancient Hebrew . . . anointing my head with “holy olive oil” from Israel. She then took olive oil from my forehead and rubbed on her forehead. She then kissed me for the first time. Several months later, she confessed that she had performed an ancient Hebrew wedding ceremony. She wanted us to be “blessed” when we were together.

The Truth is stranger than fiction