The Use of Trauma Hormones for Emotional Energy Harvesting by Caraf Avnayt

Author:Caraf Avnayt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: ritual abuse, Jewish Identity, mainstream media, Israeli Intelligence, media manipulation, trauma hormones, Six Day War, Anti-Semitism, rape ritual trauma, Jerusalem, Israeli Defence Force
Publisher: Caraf Avnayt
Published: 2019-03-02T16:00:00+00:00

Sara describes how attacks using rape ritual hormones are done on the original victim in the lead up to a mass media emotional manipulation program

Author’s Note: This scene describes the arrival of an uninvited guest at the family estate in Northern Israel and Sara, who was the subject of a ritual at the age of eight describing how repeat attacks to stir up sub-conscious memory of the trauma, thereby ‘activating’ trauma hormones are done.

The rider got off of the bike and with his or her helmet still on, came to the door and knocked. Dad asked from behind the door, "Who is it?" in Hebrew.

"Hello," the rider shouted back in English with a German accent, "I'm looking for directions to the nearest town or city. I'm lost." It was still hard to make out if it was a man or a woman.

On high alert, Dad opened the door a little. The rider had not removed his or her helmet.

"You follow the highway going right from the gate and it will take you into town," Dad said.

"Hello," the rider said again, "I'm Max. I don't wish to impose on you but is there any chance you have some cigarettes. I'm totally out of cigarettes."

"I usually smoke cigars," Dad said, "But if you wait I will see if my sons have left any cigarettes around." He closed the door.

On the intercom they heard Sara say from the storage room where they had surveillance equipment, "He's moving to the kitchen side looking for something. He's taking photographs."

"I'll take him down from outside," Don said. Shimon came running down the stairs and slipped out the side door with Don.

Dad opened the front door noisily. The man came back very quickly to the door. "Very nice property, you have here. Mind if I take some photos?"

"This house is not for sale," Dad said.

"I bet," the man said, "If you let me take some good shots I could get you an excellent deal on it. More than double you could get from anyone else."

"Are you a real estate agent?" Dad asked.

"Sort of," the man replied.

"Please take off your helmet," Don said from behind giving him a start.

"Oh," he said, and then exclaimed as he saw Shimon letting the air out of his bike's tires. "Sorry," Shimon waved, "Just one of the things we do when someone comes here with a false identity."

"I suggest you remove your helmet, and show us some identification." Don said politely.

"I need to go to the bathroom, really urgently," the man said, "I'm sorry I didn't say so at first, but that's why I came here really. I am not carrying toilet paper with me."

Dad held his hands down suddenly strong and firm as Don lifted off his helmet.

In the storage room, Anu gasped, "That's Max! He plays for the orchestra in Haifa."

"You know him?" Ricki asked.

"He asked me out every time I was in Haifa and there was an event where that orchestra played, and they even played at an event

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