SURVIVOR'S STORIES

The following are real tales of abuse and survival from victims of the sinister gothic subculture. These poor children are just a few of the casualties of this violent way of life, which can lead to long term mental problems and suicide if not caught soon enough.

Our organization have been fortunate enough to help many of these children escape the sick Goth way of life. We have saved many of these poor creatures from a life of servitude and abuse within satanic cults, vampire blood dens and Goth suicide pacts.

We been able to offer these children a fresh start. To help them find real friends who wear bright happy colors, who shop at GAP, who know good etiquette. Not sick freaks who dress like everyday is their funeral. That kind of life isn't healthy no matter how you spin it. Halloween is still only once a year from what I remember.

Children need to grow up around people who offer them a real chance to lead a normal happy well adjusted life, not those who would abuse them. Jocks and preppies are good role models. Friends who would encourage them to take part in sports, or join the cheerleading squad. We believe that every child deserves a second chance.

I hope you take much from these stories of inspiration and hope.
Thank you,

Rev RG Green

Brett's story -

Well I've been looking through all of this fatherjesus dudes emails, and I thought id better add my two cents worth, tell my story about the real truth of how I was 'brainwashed' as he puts it by these 'evil gothic predators'

It all started with me when I was around 13, thats when my fall from grace began. I was never good at sports, and I was always a bit of a loner, so I got singled out by a bunch of jocks who used to pick on me and beat me and steal my lunch money and worse. Nothing I did seemed to work out. I auditioned for the cheerleading squad to try and get in with the cool crowd but was rejected on every try out. So I was the perfect target for the 'gothic tribes'

One day a gothic guy started talking to me, I never had any friends so I was very flattered although a little wary. It all seemed very innocent and I went along like a sheep because I just wanted friendship and to feel like I was part of something. That's how they recruit innocent kids into their cults, RG. He recorded a Marlyn Manson album for me on the back of a backstreet boys tape and told me to listen to it constantly for a week and then contact him again. He gave me a black eyeliner and black lipstick and told me to wear them. That's how it all began.

When I contacted him next he arranged for me to come over to his home, and this was the first time I was to meet his master. Make no mistake, RG, these Gothic predators are all around us. I know it sounds quite insane, but I felt him hypnotizing me with his eyes. That night I was taken back to his masters house to be initiated into their dark and sordid world. There I was branded and the master spat in my mouth and told me I was one of them now. I was lead down to the basement where there were dozens of other Gothic children living in dirt and sleeping in coffins made of wood. There the children took it in turns to analy rape me, even the girls. They put metal all over my face and pierced me all over my body, even on my ass. They put a dog collar on me and said I was one of them now. Peer pressure and brainwashing had me like a lamb to the slaughter, dude.

After the first week living with his master my studies began slipping. And it wasn’t long before I began rebelling because of all the sick ideas he put into my head. I wanted to shoot all my classmates. I would bark and yell in class and shout profanities. I cut holes in my Brandon Lee poster and fucked him in the eyes. Once I even took a shit on my desk. I was soon expelled from school for trying to summon the devil in math.

The Gothic Master of our tribe, there are over 1000 different gothic tribes in every state btw, had us running in packs stealing from shops to fund the evil and violent Goth empire and fund his drug habit. We all sat around in filth every night playing Bauhaus records backwards and sharing dirty syringes. Out of our faces on drugs and drinking each others blood and urine, all of us clothed in leather and 'gay bondage clothes'.

But after a while I started to see something was wrong with what we were doing, though I was too terrified to question it. One night this Goth Predator had me break into my parents house to steal for him, as the final test. He wanted to see if I was ready to be let loose upon the world as one of his disciples. But it all went horribly wrong, because during the robbery I found a book. It was the Bible. I started reading in and realized what we were doing was wrong. So that night I fled.

So there I was, sleeping rough in a gutter in the pouring rain, my body trembling because of the cold. And because it was so weak with all the blood loss from all the vampirism. I could have died that night, but I guess god had other plans for me. After that day I began rebuilding my life. I went back to my parents and broke down and begged them for forgiveness. They told me to pray to baby Jesus, and I did. That night I burned all my sick gay bondage clothing and smashed up all my satanic cds. At last I was free!

I was so lost, but God found me. I hope my story gives inspiration to others who want to escape these evil wicked cults.

Just so you understand me a little better.

Brett.

Judith's story

I am writing to thank Rev RG Green and his Church for all their help. They have been a Godsend, and have saved my young granddaughter from a life of pain! Let me tell you my story -

Around Christmas-time my daughter was killed in a terrible car crash. At this time I was rather angry about it, as she had been drinking beforehand, and left behind her teenage daughter - My grandchild. I blamed my daughter for the crash, which killed another 4 people, I was so ashamed. But being a good Christian I decided to take custody of my grandchild, as she had no other living relatives. Let me just state that at the time I had not spoken to my daughter for over 15 years, and had never met my grandchild. You see back then my daughter lead a very promiscuous and filthy life, sometimes having multiple sexual partners at once, and never really knew who the father was. I didn’t want people knowing any child of mine was a tramp like that, and I was scared in case the father was a negro. The shame it would have brought by family! But this is something I have grown to regret, for I had missed so many years of my granddaughter’s life. I believe I am a good person, and though my granddaughter was a fatherless bastard-child, I should have still been there for her.

Needless to say that the first time I ever met my granddaughter was at my own daughter’s funeral. There really are no excuses for this, and I was rather nervous to meet her. To be honest, I was scared she might be a loser like her mother, but thankfully she SEEMED to be normal. At least that’s what I thought at the time. Little did I know!

After a few weeks living with me something seemed wrong. You see, everyday she dressed like it was her mother’s funeral. All in black. I had assumed she was still in mourning, and tried not to press the issue. But after over a month had passed, and she still dressed like one of the damned, I decided to break my silence. I asked if she needed mental help, as she was clearly disturbed. I told her she should start dressing up like a girl again, and I even offered to buy her a few flowery dresses and pink bows for her hair. But to my distress she just laughed in my face, and then said the most terrifying thing. She told me she was a ‘GOTH’.

Now I’m not some silly old woman, and I do know a thing or two. I had heard about Columbine, and I knew immediately I should be worried. So I did some research. That was when I came across this kind website, setup to warn people just like me of where this depraved lifestyle can lead. So I decided to contact Rev RG Green, who wrote me a lovely letter back to express his concern over the situation. He told me I should be worried. Very worried. And then he told me something which chilled me to the bone. He told me my granddaughter was probably responsible for my daughter’s death, and that if I wasn’t careful I would probably be her next victim! Once a Goth gets its first taste of blood, it’s only a matter of time before the bodies start stacking up. Rev Green gave me a list of books and CDs, and told me to look through my granddaughter’s belongings to see if his suspicions were founded. They were! I found a copy of ‘The Witches Bible’, ‘Teen Witch’, several Harry Potter books, and CD’s by artist ‘Marilyn Manson’. I felt physically sick. Here was me blaming my daughter for causing that crash, when it was entirely granddaughter’s fault. She must have cast a wiccan spell that killed all those innocent people. I knew I had to act, and act fast! I wasn't going to let her shed more innocent blood.

When my granddaughter arrived back from school I confronted her about it. I showed her all the books I had found, and asked her point blank if she killed her mother. That was when I saw the demon within. She just went crazy at me, the levels of profanity which spewed from that child’s mouth wasn’t normal. I knew she was possessed, just like Rev Green said.

So I grabbed her by the back of the neck, lit the oven, and thrust her head inside yelling “This is what Hell feels like you little bitch! You like that? Because that’s where your kind go!” Then I dragged her upstairs, and made her watch me smash up all her ungodly CD's, burn all her books and tear up all her perverse black clothing. After that she wept for days, probably because she realized what I’d done for her. I had saved her life. And the best news of all is she wasn't really that badly burned, only really scarred in the face, neck, head, chest and body areas. A little make-up conceals all! I believe she is now almost ready for me to undo her chains, and let her take her place amongst normal society again. Thank the Lord!

Rev RG Green has been a true inspiration during my time of need. He has made me understand that if we truly are going to win this war on terror, it starts in the home. It might be something as simple as organizing a Harry Potter book burning, or placing your child's hands on a hot stove if you catch them masturbating. It could even be a simple gesture, like shipping your 11-year-old son off to military school, or cutting off part of your daughter's ear for listening to Gothic music. But whatever it takes to drive Satan out of our young, we MUST do it, and do it fast! We don't have time to worry about nonsense like "human rights violations!" We must do it for their own good, lest they burn forever in the flames of eternal torment! I thank God everyday that he has given my granddaughter a second chance. Praise Jesus!