January 31, 2013

Interview prep........


Sent this to to Jimmy, https://renegadesblog.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/the-devil-inside/. He spent time in North Wales Care homes and refuses to keep his big gob closed on this and lots of other matters.  I've re-posted it here, then I'm going go back to it later and try and fill in.

'I'm not sure when I met him for the first time.  I remember a man who I think was Savile sticking his tongue in my mouth when I was a toddler and a group of men in suits laughed about it.  After that I taken to various places by various rings and was introduced to someone who definitely was Savile and was told not to let on I had met him before.  I cant remember him being part of anything definitely ritualistic until after we moved out to the country when I was four but I have a strong sense of ritualised abuse becoming very normal to me very early.  'I' wasn't hurt much during rituals before we moved, I was told they were 'just pretend' and was sometimes protected, I was being kept for something or someone who wanted my hymen intact and 'fresh' i.e. hadn't mastered my own disassociation skills.  After the move, the people who told me that 'it was all pretend' and 'your not bad, they are' were gone, except for the odd phone call.

He loved his Satanic birthday/Halloween parties.  I'm not in a place to provide much in the way of gruesome details, lots of rape, sexual torture and humiliation building up to sacrifice.  He sometimes talked about a girl who was 'before' me.  One time he took me somewhere, I think it was a shed or a garage, possibly in or near the Scottish glen where I lived with a bloke I often saw him with.  It might of been the same guy who he introduced as his 'producer' who Savile like to watch rape me sometimes.  I met the before me girl he had told me about her and I remember feeling excited about being introduced.  I think I'd been getting the impression that I would never live up to her.  I got to chat to her for a bit I think she was pubescent aged but she talked like she was much older.  She had long hair.  They took turns at her for hours and sometimes raped her together getting more and more violent then killed her.  He took my hand and made me approach the body, he crouched down next to it.  The floor was concrete the blood looked almost black in places.  He said something, I don't know what, I'd been told possibly by the people who said it was all pretend, not to listen to any of the crap that was spouted.

There was days being driven around Leeds or London, taken to hotels, posh houses, the hospitals.  He got off on tormenting really ill/handicapped people who were locked up, restrained or couldn't move properly.  Starting off in his usual over friendly creepy, cheeky manner, then shouting louder and getting physical, sometimes rape it disgusted me through and through.  There was long walks along quiet hospital corridors at night, sometimes to the morgue.  There was the ritualised rape in the basements of hospitals with his friends/associates described in those articles in the Sunday Express. I think those sessions were used to test out subjects for more extreme stuff.  There was at least one murder at Broadmore, someone had there arms wrapped around me while a young woman was raped, tortured beaten to death in front of a group of about seven or so people, there was a woman watching too I hadn't seen many women at this stuff and was surprised   There were occasions when we would go to Stoke Mandeville and tell me to wait in the car, I couldn't come in. I remember feeling quite hurt and ashamed when I was younger than I wasn't good enough to go in but when I got older I was glad to be left alone in the car.  I was often told or forced to hide when we were traveling places, cars, buses, boats sometimes to.  He didn't like it when I didn't think it was a treat to go on a plane.

There was plenty of occasions when I would be taken in through the front door to places, especially the BBC.  Stuff happened at Maid of Vale studios too involving lots of famous faces and voices that was deeply horrific and I may remember if the time is ever right.  I hated seeing the way everyone had huge smiles for him and told me I was a very lucky little girl.  I was introduced to lots of the high profile people who are known to have associated with him at lunches, charity gigs and stuff, sometimes he would offer me to them.  He always seemed to have a lot of power over young celebs, he would talk to them and they would bow there heads, look serious and nod. Sometimes I would ask people for help, like his secretary, staff at hospitals and I don't seem to be up for remembering anyone else I asked.  I phoned Childline once, maybe twice. It was horrible and made me feel totally hopeless knowing that lots of the money he gave to charity came from selling me and others.  He would laugh at me when I said he was going to jail or that someone was going to stop him.  He talked almost none stop sometimes but I cant remember a bloody word he said now and was probably none the wiser then either.

There was death parties out in Jersey and various other places too.  I would be in the van as he moved kids about, bodies too 'oh no no no don't you look at that' wrapped body shaped bundles in the back.  I was always very split, and split everyone else to.  There was the Jimmy Savile who sat me on his lap, introduced me to rich and famous people at posh dos and loved me and there was the white haired man who was an evil Satanist.  For a lot of the time during my teens anything I can vaguely recognise as 'me' was deeply buried.  But there's his hand on the curve of my slightly swollen belly when I am about eleven or twelve and the words 'Jimmy's baby'.  At some point something woke up in me, or us rather and he couldn't approach me alone unless I was drugged or something because I would go for him and beat him.  I could never finnish him though, maybe because I was scared, maybe because a bit of me still believed that it wasn't his fault and he loved me really.

There's the times when I came round during rape and realised it had been happening my whole life, I saw how much his body had aged and how I wasn't a little girl any more.  But I was.

He was present and took part in abuse in my twenties, he phoned me when my baby son was abused (I got to keep this one).  I've no idea what he said, he sounded old, almost apologetic.  I was glad the sound of his voice meant nothing.  I suspect I'm not supposed to still be here.'

5 comments:

  1. Hope you do not mind, have made a screenshot of this page and shared on this site http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?goto=newpost&t=222773
    More people should here your horrific recount.

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  2. No bother Natalie, thank you. When I don't want something to go any further I tell it to police or journalists...

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  3. Yes they are a useless bunch. They are all blind as bats, facts and proof glaring at them in the face, and still refuse to believe. We live in a very corrupt society, and at least some of the population is waking up to this fact.

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  4. i feel so sad for you and all the others, these evil men have hurt. I pray god comforts and heals you.

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  5. Yes they are a useless bunch. They are all blind as bats, facts and proof glaring at them in the face, and still refuse to believe

    Surely you realize this is not "refusal to believe" but the police being corrupted at higher levels, into government and beyond,a method of control and binding, to further the agenda,the New World Order.

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