Subj: "My Christian Testimony-Part One" by Pam Schuffert
Date: 2/13/02 12:43:22 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: MyTWaryor4JC
To: Albertoaic
CC: no2nwo@muchomail.com


This website would be utterly incomplete without sharing with our readers my Christian testimony.

My testimony is quite timely and appropriate for the kind of content I share in this website, because it includes the fact that, before I became a Christian under dramatic and life threatening circumstances, I was well on the road to becoming a tragic part of the New World Order. Without Jesus Christ and a solid foundation in the Word of God during my emerging adult life, I too was being swept into the deadly occult teachings of the New World Order so popular throughout various high-end circles in the Washington DC area. IF Jesus Christ had not intercepted my life to become my Lord and Savior in 1971, I would undoubtedly by now be an actual part and participant in the New World Order agenda for this nation! But God in His mercy apprehended me, and drew me with His love out of the kingdom of Satan's darkness and into the wonderful light of His beloved Son, Jesus Christ.

At one point in my life, I had been an intense follower of many "NEW AGE" gurus so popular in America. In the sixties and seventies, Ruth Montgomery and Jeanne Dixon were quite popular. So were the writings of Edgar Cayce regarding reincarnation and karma. Books abounded in many book stores on astrology and the more "cutesy" practices of the Craft, including horoscopes and palm reading, etc.

At one time I boasted a genuine Austrian lead crystal ball, purchased at the once fashionable "Al's Magicke Shoppe" on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC (closed years ago to widen Pennsylvania Avenue.) Jeanne Dixon had admitted in one of her books that she had purchased HERS there...and so I would follow her example! And without the guidelines of the Holy Bible, I was blindly following many other New Age gurus' examples down a dark and deadly path that almost destroyed me completely.

It wasn't that I did not attend church. In fact, I was attending church regularly, the local Methodist Church. But strangely, I felt spiritually empty inside it's cavernous interior. The messages given each Sunday were dry and tasteless and quite hollow. Rarely was Jesus Christ proclaimed as God in the flesh. Sin was never spoken about nor confronted, nor was it ever mentioned how Jesus Christ had died on the Cross to become the Savior of mankind and to save me from my sins. God was portrayed as "a good God" and too kind to send anyone to hell. IN fact, there "was NO hell," according to THIS pastor. So each Sunday, I would hear empty sermons filled with empty "feel good" phrases, punctuated with Sunday humor jokes to keep the congregation from falling asleep. It was essentially a "Sunday Social Club" for the rich and elite in our area. God forbid that the pastor would actually preach against SIN and call these people to repent: the pastor just MIGHT frighten off his most affluent and influential church donors, you see!

And so it went, Sunday after Sunday: a congregation of dead sinners coming week after week, in many cases for outward appearance in the community. Many came IN lost, and came OUT lost. In retrospect, it was quite tragic.

It was in the midst of such spiritual unfulfillment and and emptiness, that I made a personal decision. If I could NOT find God and Jesus Christ and real spiritual power for my life WITHIN the Church...I decided that I would find it OUTSIDE the Church and organized religion! And so, I plunged with earnest into the uncertain world of alternative religions and teachings outside the Bible. It was a decision I was to regret years later!
 
Subj: My Christian Testimony-Part Two-by Pam Schuffert
Date: 2/15/02 12:42:42 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: MyTWaryor4JC
To: Albertoaic
CC: no2nwo@muchomail.com


It was September, 1966, and my very promising freshman year in high school was about to begin.

My high school, in Fairfox County, VA (just outside of Washington, DC) was located in a prestigious high-end neighborhood populated by the "rich, elite and powerful" (or so they love to think of themselves as!)

Everything was going well for me at that point in my life. Our family was still happy, for the most part. (My father had not yet gotten involved in the "dark side.") My health and  grades were excellent (my IQ was  considered extremely high.) My mother was working as a secretary for a Congressman on Capitol Hill (and was even being considered for the role of secretary to the Chaplain of the Senate), and my famous  father for the headquarters of the United States Air Force, Bolling AFB. And while I continued to maintain my initial childhood love and belief in Jesus Christ,  a spiritual storm was brewing on the horizon.

Our church was DEAD spiritually. There was no teaching of the word of God and it's absolute authority. NO preaching against sin. NO call to repentance. NO defining of the solid doctrinal teachings of the Christian faith. I began to find attending church boring and unfulfilling. And so, I decided to attempt to find more of God OUTSIDE the organized church! Oh, yes, I would take what I knew of Jesus with me...but begin to add more spiritual baggage on as well! "A little of this...a little of that...and THAT sounds good too!"

Only, as the Bible reveals, it doesn't quite work that way in GOD'S Book! But what did I know about the Bible??? Our church certainly did not preach it!

And so, my ever deepening plunge began into the world of false religions and pagan and occult practices...all appearing quite innocent and "good" on the outside. Being an avid reader, I snatched up every book I could find on astrology, palm reading, "prophecy" (false prophets) and reincarnation, Native American shamanism, and more. I soon became an expert at palmistry, or the art of reading palms. My mother's friends from Capitol Hill would be amazed at my "accuracy" as I "read their palms." (Oh, such sinful deception!) Things seemed to go great for a while...excellent grades, a promising future in many job fields, a famous father and a happy and prospering family...ah, this is the life!

And then...God in His mercy stepped into our smug but very lost world. Literally, all hell broke loose my very first year in high school. I became deathly ill with a severe internal pain. We put off seeing the doctor until it worsened. Finally, I was taken to a doctor who immediately diagnosed it as appendicitis and had me rushed to the local Army hospital at Fort Belvoir, VA. An emergency appendectomy was performed, from which I emerged seemingly in normal condition for such an operation.

But I did not heal as others normally do. What should have taken six weeks to fully recover from took months.
My grades slowly began to worsen from my being absent from school. And strange and severe migraine headaches started to make my life miserable. They would persist for a week at a time, causing unbearable nausea and weakness and agony. And one day, the migrane would not go away: it went into a epileptic gran mal seizure!

I was rushed to  the hospital once again. A scan was run on me, which did not disclose the normal patterns for epilepsy. Yet, petite mals began to fill my life, with headaches and weakness. Before that school year was over, it became apparent that I would not be a "normal student" for the rest of that year.

And yet...my interest and fascination with the dangers of the occult and world religions continued. I did not understand the link between playing with the fire of the occult AND satan's dark attack upon my life! Not yet...
 
Subj: My Christian Testimony, Part 3-by Pam Schuffert
Date: 2/15/02 1:37:49 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: MyTWaryor4JC
To: Albertoaic
CC: no2nwo@muchomail.com


Following my gran mal seizure, my mother began to take me to military doctors, who ran many tests on me. But they remained puzzled, as they could seemingly find no answers for my symptoms and no drug to control the constant petite mal seizures that made my life miserable. Dilantin, the drug typically given to control seizures, could  not succeed in controlling them.

Finally, she heard of a world famous specialist on Park Avenue, the consulting pediatrician for 11 different hospitals in the NYC area. An appointment was made...

And thus began the pattern of the monthly flights to NYC, to visit this doctor on Park Avenue. He was reserved and dignified and very Jewish,  this doctor Isaac N. Kugelmass. I was quite in awe of him. (And my father's books on the Holocaust which I had read as a child had made me a fan of the Jewish people forevermore.)

And so began a series of quite experimental treatments, in which various drugs were combined, prescribed and modified to attempt to treat what were now multiple symptoms. My medicine began to resemble a horse capsule in size, and was quite expensive! (As my street-wise brother commented to me in much later years, "Yeah, I liked to sneak your pills out to take and give to my friends...excellent combinations of potent uppers and downers!") Indeed, and more.

But God, in His great mercy, did not allow the world's methods of dealing with my illnesses to succeed. As one year of illness and treatment stretched into another, I continued to experiment with the occult and false religions, and progressively became more and more ill and less respondent to his therapy.

And to add to this, my father began his gradual descent as well into the dark world of the occult and the Craft. A powerful British Satanist and "Black Widow," Pat, was sent by the Craft and the NWO elements of the military to seduce my father into their dark agenda.

He was otherwise simply "too nice" to get involved in Satanism any other way, or to embrace the dark PLAN of the NWO for this nation. In fact, prior to his seduction, he HAD lived up to his title of "USAF icon cartoonist" with his wonderful sense of humor. And we had enjoyed a wonderful family life. But again, our church did NOT preach the Word of God. It did NOT preach the need for repentance and to be "born again." We thought we were "wonderful people" and "real Christian" just by going to that dead church Sunday after Sunday.

And with no real foundation in the Word of God, my father fell into Satan's well laid trap as well. Tragically, even my brother would soon be on the road to his own personal hell.

As my father began to fall for this Satanist's seductions, she slowly drew him into her web, adulterous affair after affair. As everyone in the Craft knows, when one has sex with a Satanist, demons are transmitted into the other partner. Summoned demons of lust can also be transmitted as the person becomes "one flesh" with the Satanist seducer. Soon, she had my father mind-controlled and controlled by lust, and ultimately under her control. He began the regular routine of his affairs with her, attempting to hide it from our family with clever excuses, like having to remain late at work, etc.  One night a week soon became occasional weekends as well. And not surprisingly, those week-ends just happened to coincide with occult ritual sacrifice dates...

Oblivious to the dark truth behind all this at that time, I began to notice a subtle change in Daddy. He became withdrawn, distant. His love seemed to have been turned off somehow to our family. He spent less and less time with us, retreating down to the basement to "draw cartoons."

But soon, he spent all his time at home away from the family, in his den. And even his den began to take on the appearance of a dungeon. Cobwebs began to build up. It was never cleaned regularly. I began to note, in later years, how it became a reflection of his very soul as it deteriorated and decayed and was filled with dust, dirt and cobwebs.

And strangely, I could hear through the ventilation ducts of his art room which led to my bedroom, that Daddy was crying at night. A proud, German Aryan who would never show weakness or signs of such emotions to his family, was actually crying at times! He would emerge at 2 or 3 in the morning, eyes bloodshot, a cloud of depression hanging over his head. Daddy, I thought sadly, what is happening???

Tragically, as my illness worsened, he became increasingly hostile towards us. He began to go into fits of rage, forcing me to go to school when I was so ill, shouting that "you are not really ill at all.. you just want to miss school!" In fact, he could not wait for my mother to leave to her work on Capitol Hill, so he could then come into my room and verbally accuse and terrorize me. He would finally force me into his car and drive me to school. Severely traumatized, I would collapse in the school infirmary and my mother would have to rush from work and bring me home. Life became a living nightmare in our home as both my health and my father's personality slowly deteriorated.

My brother and I were to both know the trauma inflicted by a Satanist father in our home in the years to come. And my precious mother. She sought as best she could to hide me from his rages when I was ill. But there was no relief in our home as my father was slowly seduced into the dregs of darkness of hard-core Satanism.

Oh, he played the game, as every Satanist learned to do! Outside the home he was the jolly USAF "icon cartoonist." The neighbors thought he was "just wonderful!" And his awards piled up from the USAF and honorary banquets, etc., for his artwork and cartoons.
Neighbors would come to me and say, "Gee, you have such a wonderful Dad! Isn't he great?" To which I could only reply with a sad smile and turn quickly and walk away so they could not see my tears nor the pain I felt.

Secrecy had to be maintained at all times, IF I valued my life and what little peace there was to be found in our home. He would go into a rage whenever he discovered we had confided to others the terrible situation we were living in  at our home. (Anyone who has suffered abuse from parents involved in Satanism or SRA will understand this pattern in the home.) My easily influenced brother began to slowly succumb to corruption as he observed my father's ways. It was to become a nightmare beyond words.

A nightmare that my crystal ball could not resolve, nor my books on the occult and pagan practices and alternate religions. The crystal ball was silent...my Ouija board gave forth no answers...my dreams were empty...the magicke was dead. The occult practices of the New Age had all failed me, miserably.

But all permitted by God, I realized many years later, to bring me to brokeness and the foot of the Cross!
For God had a much better plan for my life than the deceiver!

TO BE CONTINUED.