My name is Sarah (Abby). I am Jewish and have a twin brother named David. We were born March of 1960. We also have an older and a younger brother. I am here to bring an awareness of the satanic ritual and sexual abuse of children including child porn, slavery and forced abortions here in America.
Do you know what it means to be sexually abused under the Christmas tree as a child and to be hung from a noose in a tree in an abandoned cemetery because you said no to be a high priestess? Life shattering!
Do you know what it means to trust in the hands that hurt you, that have hurt others? As I began to raise my 3 children, the hurt came so forcefully, so painfully that those hands I was told to trust in murdered my own unborn babies in a childhood shattered, neo-Nazis experiment gone awry, child sacrifices to Satan. And who were those hands?
They belonged to those who kidnapped me, Neo-Nazis Extremists. In my childhood, I received a letter from an uncle stating that I had been kidnapped, switched with a murdered child of incest, given a false identity and sold into child porn and slavery to the couple who plotted my kidnapping.
He came to rescued me, but one of the kidnappers caught and murdered him in cold blood. They also sodomized and killed other young men. Some of these young men were forced into sexual acts with me before they were murdered.
In 1973, the kidnappers, not being doctors or part of the medical field, performed the first forced abortion on me. It was a very botched up abortion using bleach and antique tools found on the farm where I lived. I named my child Catharine rose--pure and holy rose murdered 1973.
In 1976, one of the kidnapper’s brothers raped me and I became pregnant. They took me to an abandoned shack where they chained me up and after the abortion they barricaded me in and again said I was Jewish and they had kidnapped me. The abortion-sick-missing-heart-heaven-graphic-horrific-sacrifice. I named my child Abraham David-father of many, beloved-murdered 1976.
In 1977-78, 2 boys and a girl in a station wagon sexually molested me from the trip home from the national stock show in Denver. The man driving the car was from my church of Jehovah’s witnesses and he heard me yell and turned up the radio. The husband kidnapper and this guy told me in private at high school that I could not tell anyone or Jehovah GOD would kill me and I needed to make friends with the kids who did it! The husband kidnapper literally tried to kill me because of this situation and again I became pregnant and again they forced another forced abortion on me. I named my child Joshua Nathanial-GOD saves the gift of GOD-murdered 1977-78.
Abby found that creative writing helped her in her healing process.
BROKEN CHILD
Baby, baby where are you? I hear you cry, so I look in the crib but you are not there! Baby, baby where are you? In a trance-like state, I follow your cries to the pastures, an open field, to a certain pool of blood: there my nightmares come back. As I lay there, I remember the time I was raped by my father. You became and then he found out. He raped me again. The demon Satan broke you in half. You were so tiny, just a beginning. Was it your cry I heard or was it my own cry from a childhood shattered? As I clean myself up and go back to bed, I say another day, another night, BABY, BABY WHERE ARE YOU? I HEAR YOU CRY! Copyright © 1993 Abby Knigge
EMPTY
Empty arms, a broken heart
Just a child walking the part
Going to school, doing my chores with a sickness so strong, I lay my head down.
Empty arms, a broken heart
Just a child walking the part
A month goes by, Dorothy screams, who I have been having sex with! I look at her; I don’t understand what she is saying.
Empty arms, a broken heart
Just a child walking the part
All of a sudden I am taken to a chiropractor and he tells me I have morning sickness from a stomach hernia.
Empty arms, a broken heart
Just a child walking the part
No more morning sickness, just a fear, anger, but I shed not a tear. Life went on, I bore a son.
Empty arms, a broken heart
Just a child walking the part
Copyright © 2005 Abby Knigge
I WILL BE SILENT NO MORE because Americans need to know the truth about children who suffer from kidnapping, slavery, porn, and forced abortions. Through all the abuse I endured, the three forced abortions shattered me the most. I lay on the battlefield as a wounded child, wounded, bleeding and dying for many years, and then a miracle happened. My loving JESHUA (Jesus Christ) came and picked me up lovingly, gently, firmly and protectively and carried me off the battlefield and as He did this, he healed, transformed and delivered me.
I went through a post abortion bible study and only after I forgave those who transgressed against me, my unborn and many others, was I completely set free as a captive and my wounded heart healed and sent back out to the battlefield to help those who still lay there as captives and to heal their wounded hearts through JESHUA.