Former FBI Agent Reveals the Darkest Secrets of Society

A retired FBI agent, Ted Gunderson, claims that satanic cults are active in America. He shares a case about John Van Meter, a woodsman who disrupted a cult ceremony and saved a kidnapped girl. Despite facing false charges and corruption from local law enforcement, Van Meter continued to fight against the cult. The girl, now in hiding, confirms her abduction and the horrifying experiences she endured.
A woman was kidnapped and taken to a forest where she was subjected to terrifying rituals by a group of people. She was saved by an older man who fought off her captors and helped her escape. The woman managed to drive home and later discovered that the car used for her abduction was clean except for some black clothes and a used syringe. She is now scared for her own health and the safety of her rescuer, and hopes her captors will be brought to justice.
My brother is sending a letter and then searching the forest for the man who saved me from dangerous snakes. I’m staying home, praying for this man’s safety. I’m still scared and struggling to remember details. The presenter asks for viewers’ thoughts on the story, and encourages them to share the video and like it.

Do satanic cults still exist in America today? Or, is it just as the media would like to call it? Satanic panic. Well, according to this one retired FBI agent named Ted Gunderson, not only do they exist, but they’re very active and always have been. What you’re about to watch is a presentation by this retired FBI agent, Ted Gunderson, where he’s talking about one of the cases that he actually worked on. And if you believe what he’s saying, it shows that the world that we live in is far darker than most people realize.

I’m going to tell you about one of my cases. And then in the lectures in the future, I will tell you about individual cases I’ve worked and investigated that absolutely without any question establishes there is a conspiracy and infiltration into the lower levels of the government all the way to the White House. And this is the John Van Meter case. On Halloween 2004, John Van Meter, a woodsman from Wisconsin, had attended a conference in Sonoma County, California. And after the conference, he was driving home and he saw five or six automobiles, black automobiles with people in them, driving into the woods.

He did a U-turn and came back and a safe distance from what was taking place. He could see a fire. He could see a girl in the nude tied against a tree. And most of the people there were in the nude. And he said, this is not right. And so somebody shot at him and he got his gun out. Being a woodsman, he carried a gun and he shot back. Long story short, he shot for him, broke up the ceremony and rescued the girl, carried over and put her in the car. The other scattered and he chased the leader into the woods and shot him.

Okay, had a pretty excited evening that night, didn’t he? He looked at the body of the leader and took a card out, a little business card out. And on the back of it was a 202 area number, area code. The next day he called and a female answered Federal Bureau investigation. The next day he called and the line had been disconnected. And when he was chasing the leader through the woods, they had a running conversation and the leader said, we had the police and the FBI in our hip pocket here. If you kill me, you’ll live in a 10 by 10 cell the rest of your life.

So John ends up reporting to the police, Sonoma County, and goes back home and they filed charges against him claiming that he filed a false report. And they waited four days to go out into the woods and search the area. The police did. And so he talks to, he hires an attorney in Sonoma County and the attorney says, don’t come back here. It’s corrupt and law enforcement is corrupt. You’ll end up serving time. The attorney worked out a deal with them with John to find him $10,000 and a year probation, two years probation, I think, and no jail time.

They said that he shot himself. Okay. He goes back to Wisconsin in April the 19th, 2006, a year and a half later. Anybody remember that day? That’s really a significant date in Oklahoma city wiggle. He goes out on the woods and he’s a woodsman at that. And he, uh, two fellas come out, drive out, park the car, get out. And here’s one of them say he’s mine. He has another gun battle. He knocks one of them down four times. The other one down twice. And they had enough. They took off. He goes to the police.

And he tells the police what happened. And they say he shot himself. He was shot nine times with six different weapons. His pickup truck had 25 bullets in it and he shot himself. So John had a trial. They tried him. We brought an expert in from Madison. I went to the trial. We brought an expert in from Madison, Wisconsin, who said he could not possibly shot himself based on the circumstances. And, uh, John was tried and convicted and they changed their story from he shot himself to he lied to the police. John told me, sure.

I had to lie to the police. I didn’t trust him. Why would I not lie to the police? So that shows you. And by the way, he’s placed on probation and during the one year probation out of Wisconsin, somebody planted a marijuana plant in his garden. Obviously they wanted the probation officer to find it. The probation officers came by regularly searched his home without a search warrant, looking for guns, looking for booze. He can’t have either one, uh, when you have probation. And then last February, the sixth, his house burned to the ground early in the morning.

So that just shows you how the corruption has permeated down to the very lowest level. Sonoma County and Lincoln County, Wisconsin. This man could not possibly shot himself. As I said, he was shot nine times with six different weapons. I have a copy of the letter here that the girl wrote, by the way, she’s in hiding. She changed her name several times and, uh, um, nobody knows other than John and a few others about her whereabouts. Yeah, she was kidnapped. She was kidnapped out of a parking lot in Oakland. Four guys came at her in daylight and shot her and then in the thigh with a needle.

She lost consciousness and they put her in a van. Would you like to read the leader, the letter that, that, uh, that she wrote? I’m the woman from the satanic cult abduction case on Halloween. I’m scared to death of them finding out who I am. So I’m not coming forward. The only person I ever, uh, I’m ever going to tell is my brother. By the way, she, uh, jumped in the car and drove to her into Oakland and, uh, called her brother and her brother came and picked her up. She did. She was in the nude by the way.

She had no clothes on. He thinks it is, would be best if stay, I stay anonymous, but he has convinced me to write down everything I remember exactly as I can and send it to the police. So this is what I’m doing. They were going to me and I hope they get caught. People need to know what’s happened to me. I’m so scared they will find out who I am. I’m riding an old typewriter so it won’t be on my hard drive. It started Saturday night. I was walking across the parking lot in Oakland. Four guys got out of a car and grabbed me.

They gave me a shot with a hypodermic needle in my thigh. I was unconscious for seconds. When I woke up, I had handcuffs on behind my back. My feet were tight together. The handcuffs were tight to something. I couldn’t move. They put tape on my eyes and my mouth. I didn’t know where I was or how long I was there. I was thirsty and felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had to go to the bathroom. I was terrified. I laid there and thought about what had happened to me over a long period of time. I’m not a religious person, but I prayed for the first time in my life for God to save me.

I must have. I went to sleep and dreamed in a dream. I saw a big white dog. It sat down, turned its head sideways and looked at me. I felt like a dog was a girl dog and she came to help me. I can’t explain it any other way. Then I got up and ran away. I don’t know why I’m even saying this. It just seems weird and real. I woke up again. I had to go to the bathroom so that I finally gave up and urinated in my pants. It was awful. Then it was wet and cold.

After a long time, I heard noises like a car door opening and a couple of guys grabbed me. One guy said this on the floor. The other guy said something like, shut up, clean it up and load the stuff in. I’m pretty sure now I was in the van, in the back of a van. They took me into a search or something in the house or something. The guy said, if you cooperate, we won’t hurt you. If you struggle, we will kill you. Is that understood? I nodded my head. Yes. What could I do? He said, would you like something to drink? I nodded.

Yes. And they took the tape off my mouth and gave me some water or something. It tasted funny. They started taking my clothes off and I was sure they were going to rape me. The guy said, just relax. We’re going to give you a bath now. They guided me into a bathtub and washed me all over with a cloth and shampooed my hair. I was really scared. It was weird. They dried me off and blew my hair dry with a blower dryer and a brush. They put tape back on my mouth and put a white terrycloth robe on me.

They set me down on the chair. I couldn’t see anything because the tape on my eyes, I could hear voices in another room. I was getting pretty sleepy. I think that there was something in the water they gave me. Then a couple of guys got to me. They took me out and put me in the back of the van and drove away. I knew there were other people in the van, but they didn’t talk. They just played this loud, instrumental heavy metal music. They drove me for a long time. I felt very sleepy. After a long time, the van stopped.

The couple got me out. My feet were bare and I was standing in dirt. I heard a lot of people talking quietly. I heard clicking noises in the van. A guy outside me said, what are you doing? The other guy said, you know, getting ready for sanitizing after it. The first guy said, dude, we haven’t had the party yet. I thought it was so weird. I remember it. Then I heard a woman voice say, this is the sacrifice. She untied my robe and put her hands on my purse. She said, how did she test? A guy said perfectly.

She put her body next to me. I could feel her. She was good. She said to my ear, I’m going to drink your blood. I felt suddenly very sick. I started to collapse. A big guy picked me up and walked with me. Then they set me down and took off the van cuffs. They tied my hands and arms and put a rope around my neck. They took the tape off my eyes. I was in the forest. They had tied me to a tree or something. I was so scared I was shaking. I knew I was going to die.

Four women walked to me. One was wearing chains with rings in her neck. And she had a big knife. She ripped the tape off my mouth and touched my body with a knife. Then she grabbed and jabbed at my face repeatedly with a knife. I was terrified. I wanted to keep the rope. They tied the rope opening behind me. They touched me. I don’t want to be graphic, but they did the same things to me. They made me… Then they did things to each other and had wild… This was the worst awful woman were doing this to me.

I hope they all get terminal disease and rot in hell. Some guys unrolled a big plastic sheet in front of me and made a fire. It was getting dark. A bunch of people gathered in front of me. They were all naked and they started shaming some weird language. A man came and stood in front of me. He was older than the others, maybe 30. He was over six feet tall and a real lame bill. His hair was almost black, so was his beard. He had weird eyes. Somebody was behind me and pulled the rope tight on my neck.

He had his hands on my breast. I stared at him. He stared at me and never blanked. I couldn’t help looking into his eyes. It was like hypnosis. He put me in a trance. It was like staring at a snake. He began to put his… Then I heard yelling, loud yelling and gun shooting. The snake eye man jerked away from me and stood looking through the forest towards the noise. Everybody ran into the trees. The snake man poured water on the fire and walked away quietly. Then I heard him say, killer. A naked man came forward towards me with a knife.

A man came running up with a silver gun and shot him right in front of me. He was big and tall, old man, and he had a white beard. That’s John Van Meter, by the way. That’s the one that was tried. And he had a white beard. I heard a loud bang behind me. I saw the shot hit the old man in the side of his stomach and knocked him down. He shot back multiple times while laying down and got up, started cutting the rope on my arms with a knife. Somebody else shot at us and the man shot back.

Then he said something like, hold on, girl. I’ll get you loose or something. I felt down. The man picked me up with his arms around my waist and walked away fast. He shot me, his gun twice and yelled very loud. No more harm will come to this girl. Then he said something about coming straight from God to all. He called them sons of bitches and said he was going to fall. I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. I think he scared them. Nobody shot at us anymore. We got in the car and on the road. I think he asked me if I could drive.

I said, yes. He put me in the car and said something fast. He put me in the car and said some fast things to me. All I really heard was go home and stay anonymous. I couldn’t believe he was going with me, wasn’t going with me. I couldn’t believe I was going to live when I was so sure I was going to die before. He wanted me to go, but I asked him, are you an angel? I’ll never forget his eyes. He had blood on his face, but his eyes glowed brightly blue like they were fluorescent or something.

He said, no, but one sent me to you. He said, now go, I’ll call the cops and slam the door. I hated to leave him. I felt safe with him. I don’t know why he wasn’t going to go with me. I drove as fast as I could. I almost ran off the road a couple of times. I don’t know where I was. Even when I finally got to the highway, I went the road until I realized where I was and turned around and went home. When I really got home, it was really late. I was still shaking and I had blood on me where the wounded old man carried me.

I felt sick for him. I found out later that nobody even knew I was gone. I couldn’t believe it. I was hurt by it until I realized it was my own fault. Then this was the payback for all the times I fought with my parents over them wanting to know where I was going every minute. I opened the newspaper princess so I could say to the kids, stop fighting with your parents. There is a reason why they want you to know where you are. My brother and I took the car and parked it in Berkeley.

He said he’d call the cops and tell them where it was. We looked at it in it to see if we could find any who belonged to it was weird. There was nothing in the glove box or ashtray, no litter on the floor, nothing. Nobody’s car is this clean. The only thing in it was four black sweatshirts and four black sweatpants, all identical. We opened the trunk and all that was in there was a used syringe. Then it hit me. This red Pontiac was the car the guy got out of who abducted me. They must have put me in the trunk.

We’re going to have this syringe test and see what they shot me with. Also, when I was showering, I noticed that pit painful needle mark in my form. Then I remembered how they one bit said, how did she test? They drew blood from me while I was unconscious to test for what AIDS. Then I remembered how that guy said exactly perfect. And I wonder if it was something else. They really scared me. I’m really sick and frightened for the man who saved me. I don’t have a TV and haven’t been calm enough to watch for anybody with anybody else.

My wonderful brother has been on the run and hadn’t heard anything definite either. I learned last night how you can tell a lot about a man who’s looking real close into his eyes. The snake man and the old man who saved me were exactly as I was saying. You can see it in their eyes. What I remember most of this is the shiny blue eyes of the man who saved me. He reminded me of my great grandfather. I want him to live because he’s a good man who somehow miraculously saved me because I went down to write in the newspaper and explained to me why he looked like my grandfather.

I can’t think of him dying and I’m scared to death that what’s going to happen. I know now why he stayed there. He was mad as hell and he wanted to kill him. My grandfather had a bad temper too for bad people. I hope he does. I know these these snakes did this before to others like me. And if they live, they will do it again. I especially want the snake. I never want to see him again ever. People like this can’t be rehabilitated prison. I can never forgive them. It took me all afternoon and all night to write this.

Hope it makes sense to someone who ever reads it. I had to take a lot of breaks before crying. The sun would be up soon and it would be another day. My brother is leaving soon to mail this away from my home. I don’t even know I want these snakes to know the zip code I live in. Then he’s going out to the forest where I think I was to look for the man who saved me. I’m going to stay home and pray for God to save this man. He saved me. I hope we will save the man.

He will save the man who is sent to do this. I don’t know. This will help catch the snakes who tried to kill me. I tried hard to remember anything I could. I’m still shaken up. I can’t think I’ll ever be normal again. That’s it. So that was the presentation, everybody. What do you think about that? Do you believe what he’s saying? Do you believe the story? Do you believe the woman’s testimony? Or do you think it was all made up? Please put your opinions in the comments below. Share this video.

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