Excerpt from Cannibalism, Blood Drinking & High-Adept Satanism by Kerth Barker, 2014:
“What do you think?’ she asked.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied.
That was an understatement. The entire basement had been designed and painted to mimic an ancient Egyptian temple. It was painted in colors of green, orange, red, yellow and blue. On the north side there were two statues of the Sphinx. Next to one Sphinx was a white column and next to the other was a black column. Fastened to each column was a full-length mirror. Before each mirror was a prayer rug on a platform. Across the length of the basement there were columns that aligned to those two, each of which was beautifully painted in bright colors.
The floor was covered in black and white tiles like a chess board. On the east and west walls there were paintings in the Egyptian style, like those you might find in an ancient temple. The immediate impression was that of beauty.
But the Baron knew better than to trust the two sisters. He said nothing. I walked into the temple with the two sisters, but the Baron remained by the doorway.
When I looked back at the south wall, I began to realize that this basement temple might not be so beautiful. On it was a skeleton of a child crucified upon a child-sized cross. The skeleton had a crown of thorns on its head made out of rusty barbed wire. I looked back over at the altar on the north wall that was between the two sphinxes. It was made of stone. It was a flat table with blood channels in it at the top. It was wide enough that a child could be laid on it for sacrifice. Behind the table was a red wall with a large golden inverted pentagram painted on it. On a ledge in the center of the pentagram sat a golden statue of a dragon which looked more Chinese than Egyptian. The two Sphinxes had faces identical to the two sisters: the Sphinx by the black column had Nancy’s face and the Sphinx by the white column had Bernie’s face. The statues were of a high, professional quality.
The two sisters seemed to go into a trance state as they walked toward the altar. Each bowed her head before the Sphinx which depicted her own face. Then each knelt before her respective mirror and began to worship her own image.
As the two sisters worshipped themselves as goddesses, I wandered around the basement temple. I had seen images of the ancient Egyptian artwork in books before, and although the images painted on either side of the temple imitated the style of that art, the content was quite different. These paintings held images of child rape, child sacrifice, torture and cannibalism. Some showed ancient Egyptian warriors killing unarmed people, and piles of human skulls. Although I said nothing, I suddenly realized that this temple was a horror. It wasn’t the beautiful temple I imagined when I first wandered in.
I’ve seen quite a few Satanic temples and altars – some in person and quite a
few in films and photos. But the Satanic temple constructed by the two sisters was
unique. It was a reflection of an intense sense of aesthetics as well as a perfect
insanity. It was horrific and beautiful in equal measure. In some ways I felt lucky
to see it, but mostly I felt sickened by it.
The Baron was an enthusiastic Satanist, and he had a dark Satanic temple in the basement of his own mansion. But there was something so hideous about this temple that even he was repulsed by it. He gestured at me for me to walk toward him. I slowly began to back away from the two sisters and toward the exit door where the Baron stood.
But instantly the two sisters jumped up came over to either side of me.
“Don’t you want to learn the mystery of the Sphinx?” asked Bernie.
I nodded my head. I felt both terrified and fascinated by them at the same time.
“The Sphinx isn’t what most people think,” said Nancy.
“You’re such a clever little boy Kathy. You must know that the history of the world which you were taught in school is mostly silly nonsense designed to fool the human cattle,” said Bernie.
“The Sphinx in Egypt in front of the Great Pyramid is fifty thousand years old. Much older than the Pyramids,” said Nancy.
“And originally it didn’t have a human head. It had a lion’s head,” said Bernie.
“They carved the big lion’s head into a smaller human head much later on.”
“Do you know why they did that?”
I shook my head.
“The most ancient of peoples worshipped the lion because in ancient times the lions hunted humans and ate them. So humans worshipped the lions as gods because the lions were higher on the food chain. Do you understand Kathy?”
Then Bernie said, “But people learned to hunt and kill the lions and so humans became higher on the food chain than them.”
Nancy completed her thought by saying, “So the ancient royalty realized that if they were to become gods in the eyes of the people, they had to be as the lions once were.”
“So the ancient royal families began to eat their peasants – that is how they came to practice cannibalism.”
“Whoever is higher on the food chain than the peasants, rules over the peasants.”
“This is why the practice of cannibalism is necessary to the attainment of aristocracy.”
“And that is the secret of the Sphinx. It has the body of a lion, who eats people, but it has the head of a pharaoh who looks human.”
“So it’s is the perfect symbol of aristocratic cannibalism.”
If your stomach is strong, you can see extremely graphic images of human carcasses being prepared for cannibals at this website: On the business of providing human flesh to wealthy Luciferians.