Satanism in America Today, Part 6
Stalking The Victim (continued)
By Pam Schuffert <MyTWaryor4JC@aol.com>
August 8, 2001
We finally got through that night, weary and worn from their ceaseless attacks
following their phone threat. The Satanists would usually emerge from the
woods, shadowy forms coming out from the woods that partially surrounded her
home, by 11p.m. And they would melt back into the woods by 4 a.m. as soon
as daylight began to emerge. And then they would restore the electricity and
phone so that the police could find no problems the next day.
During this period of intensified attacks, her 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,
Recognizing this as full military issue and expensive equipment, I 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. The way the cell phone was blocked was with professional
phone company equipment. They put the phone company equipment in a truck (in
this case, a truck owned by Satanist-operated ALLIANCE trucking company) to
keep it mobile so the police can't track it down, and they use it to disrupt
your cell phone calls everytime you call the police for help..." Greg knew
what he was talking about.
One night, the harassment went into the extreme, 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 said, "what are those funny black spots doing around your head???" She
then 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
We later figured out, 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
When she came out of this state many hours later, she admitted to having
a most marvelous angelic visitation in which she believed God had visited
her and 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, "I am giving her this necklace now, because I don't expect either
of you to be alive by Christmas day. They have vowed to sacrifice her by Solstice."
He admitted they planned to use a small charge of explosives to blow the door
off the trailer, since they had discovered I was chaining the doors shut each
"Once they break in , Pam, they plan to shoot and kill you, and then abduct
her for sacrifice, " admitted Greg. (Shoot me to kill??? Ha, I thought, they
would love to do a HECK of alot more than THAT to my body after the stand
I've taken against them here!)
We renewed our time in prayer and spiritual warfare. Night after night, the
attacks continued. They even took a bizarre twist one day. "We need four babies
to sacrifice and your sister's newborn is going to be one of them," a smirking
voice declared one day and hung up.
Her sister and her newborn were in the pediatric unit of the local hospital.
Knowing that many Satanists who could network with them 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 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.
As I walked through the waiting room of the pediatric unit that night (it
was about eleven pm) I looked cautiously for any evidence of the Satanists
who might be there to make good their threat. I was not to be disappointed.
There, in the corner, standing in a huddle, were about 10-12 of them. 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
their names and businesses.
They 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. 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
Finally, Christmas Day dawned. The Satanists had NOT succeeded in getting
either of us for sacrifice! And miraculously, her 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 the funeral with my
friend Cindi and her family. After that, I left her home to enjoy the holidays
with my family a few hours away. I never saw her after that. She and
her mother were forced to relocate far out of the area to avoid further attack.
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 abduction attempts, poisoning, even sending into my life a Satanist
posing as a Christian who needed counseling.
Strange things emerged from our encounter with these Asheville Satanists.
My friend Cindi was forced to go into a safe house to avoid attack at one
point. And while there, she actually met the girlfriend of the head Satanists,
"King One," who had lead the coven in stalking her. His girlfriend was there
with her 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
their newborn child for sacrifice! So she admitted many things to my friend
Cindi regarding her being stalked.
I prayed hard through the following years to find out just WHO this terrorizing
Satanist 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 Pineridge Reservation,
SD. He had a brother, Woody, and Woody's wife, 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 being discipled. The one who was now an active evangelist and strong
Christian admitted to me all about Tony Richards. "Oh, he is the worst of
the worst, "he admitted as he looked at me and shook his head. His cousin
admitted the same to me while I was there.
Strangely, after this time I went with a truck and an RV across America,
and ended up at Rapid City, SD. I had forgotten that Tony 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 jewelry making items. Going into a native
American supply store, I was encountered by a tall, dark skined Lakot with
long black hair, with 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
I froze, unable to move. I looked at him and said, "Wait a minute...isn't
she the wife of Woody Richards...and isn't he the brother of Tony Richards?"
As I said this, the Lakota smiled a broad smile and replied, "Yes, and I AM
I was stunned. My 7 years of research, prayer and traveling across America
in search of this Satanist terrorist had finally paid off! No, I did not recognize
him, because he managed to conceal himself well in Asheville. My friend being
stalked had often caught glimpses of him, describing the long black hair either
pulled back in a pony tail or hanging loose.
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