THE REAL DEVIL

In the course of researching a book about black magic and human sacrifice, I traveled to Brazil, Haiti, and New Orleans, interviewing people and actually witnessing ceremonies. In April 1991 when Mexican police discovered a group in Matamoras, Mexico, that were abducting and sacrificing human beings—headed by Adolfo Constanzo—I immediately flew down to Matamoras, and was able to interview 7 of the people who were responsible for the abductions and murders, 14 in all. Rarely, if ever, do these people, I knew, get caught, let alone with their alter still in tact. This was a unique opportunity to see up close and personal what human sacrifice was all about, and I jumped at the chance.

When I first arrived at the Santa Elena Ranch, 22 miles from the border, I slowly walked the area, looking in the graves, seeing body parts and pieces of skin, studied the Kanaga, which was the center of Constanzo's alter, and as I stood there I could feel anger, as if a tropical fever, began to rise inside me. Anger that human beings were tortured and butchered in the name of Satan. Anger that there was no one to stop it. Not knowing, then, how else to express my rage, I urinated on the alter and on the Kanaga, as my way of disrespecting the ghastly things that had happened here.

Constanzo, it turned out, made the human sacrifices to "protect," the Hernandez crime family out of Matamoras. They were responsible for huge shipments of narcotics coming into the states and were looking for help from the devil, which, for a price, Constanzo happily provided, though to do this, he said, he needed human beings for sacrifice, and that is how it all began.

When, later that day, I went to interview Commandante Benitez Iyala, who had broke the case, I was stunned to learn that one of his men had seen me urinate on the alter. But, luckily, rather than him being angry at me, he thought what I did was great and gladly talked to me for hours, and arranged for me to interview some of the individuals who had been under Constanzo's control. And, too, he took me to the morgue in Matamoras (that was not refrigerated) where the bodies were being kept, so I could see for myself what had truly been done.

Seeing those 14 corpses, mutilated and tortured beyond belief, hearts pulled out, genitals missing, hands and feet cut off, changed my life, and in the end, helped me deal with the incredible violence and sadism permeating the Night Stalker case. I have not yet written the book on Malevalent Occultism, but will. The story is still gestating inside me somewhere.

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