# BLACK MASS

(Warning: This is graphic, it is not pretty, it is truthful. Do not read this unless you have the proper perspective.)

DATE: March X, 1997 (Sunday)

LOCATION: Northern New Jersey, XXXXXXXXXXXX University Medical Facility, XXXXXXXXXXXX, New Jersey (affiliated with University of XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX).

The circumstances of my admission to the ER I will not explain here. But, I couldn't believe they were holding me against my will for objecting to the blood testing and I had good reasons for the objection.
TThe nurse had not used alcohol, by her own admission, I had a fast and very large bruise forming where she had stuck me, I was sorry I had even gone in there and it was a Saturday night now, I just wanted to go home.
MMany doctors and many nurses were continually telling me that they wanted to put me in a regular hospital bed, I still refused. I refused to sign anything and demanded that I be allowed to go as soon as possible. I said I had litigation pending and could not discuss my life or health with anyone. They wanted me to sign disclosures about this visit and the reports written then, I absolutely refused to do so.

They moved me into a cubicle in the ER away from the doors, at this point I didn't know even how to leave the facility -- I was confused about where the main door was because I had been moved around so much. I kept demanding, very calmly, to be able to leave. I claimed my vehicle was in jeopardy -- it is an expensive Mercedes, parked in an indigent neighborhood. They sent doctor after doctor into the cubicle to see me and they put a constant black nurse in charge of guarding my cubicle and preventing me from leaving. I begged a couple of nurses to get me canned sodas which they did (although they said it was against policies to do so). This was just like prison -- unreal. I claimed they were keeping me just so that they could collect the insurance money. Food was bad, I could not eat it.

By 8 A.M. the next day, I had been kept up now 24 hours in the hospital ER under full lights, I felt physically very badly from the needle problems and my original assault. During the night, two drunks had been brought into the facility. One was about 60 or a little older.
TThe second was about 40 and upset he had been brought in by police. He wanted a cigarrette and he kept saying he didn't have insurance so why were they bothering with him. I began to witness about 4 A.M. the second drunk with a short white blonde woman throwing or annoiting him with some liquid -- and she was either low level chanting or reciting some verse -- he began to get increasingly out of it. I saw the same woman or a similar one doing the same thing to the first drunk, about an hour earlier. I began to take an interest in what was going on. I noticed the nurses were exceptionally nervous -- they still would not let me go even though doctor after doctor had "cleared" me. I kept reasonably objecting to the situation and I was beginning to become deeply concerned. The whole situation was frightening, not normally handled, and something was obviously going on that I didn't understand.
II became concerned about this second drunk -- the first one was now totally out of it. I began to peek at the situation and the nurse guarding my cubicle became enraged, she questioned me, you didn't see that did you, get back in there...she is, she is...The second drunk disappeared, they took him elsewhere. One black nurse and I discussed the fact that things were not normal now, she warned me that things were going to get much worse before they got better.

But by 8 A.M. I heard some discussion about what they were going to do with me, it didn't sound promising. I heard that I was never going to leave the hospital. Suddenly, one of the blonde nurses came to me with papers to sign, I vaguely remember signing something to let me out, I remember trying to refuse to sign anything which would disclose the records, which earlier they wanted me to do. I went unconscience from some drug, I assume this woman handed me. Suddenly, I remembered all the ER lights were turned off. I remember seeing the candles around the dying or dead first drunk. I remember the blonde woman coming to me and forcing me to eat a seered piece of flesh. I absolutely refused to do so. She insisted, she said that IF I refused to eat it they could kill me. I ate it, I remembered for hours, days the taste of this -- it was vile, it was vicious. Then I remembered, the lights came on - I heard a loud whirrling sound of saws going. I came to.

A black nurse guarding my cubicle accompanied me to the bathroom and as I walked there, glanced to the right and saw the first drunk's body. This was horrible. His eyes had been removed. All his sex organs were removed. His chest was opened, his heart had been removed, his lungs were still there. In the bathroom I ran into some well-dressed white women, they were laughing, gay. I was absolutely frightened to death, mortified. I was really worrying about the second drunk now. I was afraid that their motives originally may have been to murder others there that night, there were also a number of other elderly there and some handicapped. When I walked back, I didn't look, but two hours later as I left the facility, the blonde woman presiding over the scenario accompanied me out of the building. When I stepped out into the warm sunlight of the Sunday morning at about 11 A.M. -- I was very glad to be alive. VERY glad.

I slept very hard for the next three days, I felt physically very badly. About a week after this situation unfolded, I saw a therapist. I asked her to photograph the horrendous bruise on my arm from the hospital's dirty needle. She absolutely refused to do so, although I gave her a camera. The bruise now was at least 4 inches in diameter -- huge. Obviously the nurse had set-up the needle. I took a photo of it, to the best of my ability.

I have not attempted to seek any medical attention since, no matter the more recent break-ins to my residence and more unaccounted for bruises and assaults on me. I have considered looking up the obits on these men. I have obtained some falsified doctor's reports about my visit. My only recommendation to others who may also be enduring these assaults are that you should never sign anything and at least claim you have litigation going and an attorney. Pretend to call him and keep that information going, as it turns out I really DID and do have litigation going against the federal government.

(Anonymous posting -- reasons of obvious confidentialty and security)

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