Child Sex Trafficking David Aria Speech Part 1 State Capitol 8-17-2024

Child Sex Trafficking David Aria Speech Part 1 State Capitol 8-17-2024
Rumble Video Posted 10-2-2024 at 8:00 p.m. PST about Child Sex Trafficking, Angles of Light, Children’s Souls Who Escaped their Bodies, Directed Energy Weapon Punishment, Photons of God’s Light Particles, the Gates of Hell, Demons, and Judgement Day
I was speaking briefly about the severe crimes of Child Sex Trafficking, Rape of Children, the Ritual of Blasphemy Ceremony where a child's soul leaves the body and the child's mind is split while the spinal column is damaged, Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA), human trafficking, torture, and cannibalism of children, etc. I also touched on corruption in government with law enforcement and inside the US Military. To be clear, most of law enforcement and the US Military are good men and women, but there are percentage of corrupt and evil ones causing severe problems for all of humanity.
A respected local community leader predicted that a community member would be hit by Psychotronic RF/EMF Microwave Directed Energy Weapons (DEWS) about four months before I would be hit for the express purposes of exposing the vile, depraved, horrible, diabolical, sadistic evil to the world. When I asked the community member about being hit after I was hit, this person replied, "While you always wanted to be at the tip of the spear, didn't you?"
Several other community members said I was hit for speaking out against child sex trafficking crimes committed by both the government and private parties. Most of these crimes are related to international crime syndicates operated at the upper international level by the Cabal and within the national levels down into the lower levels by Deep State Operators, the Illuminati, the Freemasons, and various other groups who are all connected. Not every single person in each group is always evil; however, through my calculations with community members and a reputable scientist-confidential informant, about 10% of the population engages in extreme evil which means each of us probably knows someone who is partaking of this evil, or we know someone who knows someone who is partaking in this evil. This is my approximate estimate. The evil is so every close to home is and surrounds us is my main message here. What this means is that we are in dire straits and our society is devouring itself and collapsing itself from within. It is not sustainable.
I was hit right after I volunteered to help a woman who had witnessed a horrific crime and then had immediate threats upon her life. She had to immediately flee the crime scene. I was punished because I wanted to conduct simple humanitarian help to search for her, assist her, and aid her as one decent human being to another. I have been targeted for “doing the right thing.”
I saw the blacked souls of many children because those children left their bodies due to unbearable pain. I saw this in my house and other places I can’t remember. Too many evil things happened and too many amazing things that I cannot remember everything. My mind either forgets or blanks things out so I do not remember too much at any given time.
Many angels came to me and spoke to me many times about all of these things.
And an angel saved my life one night when I was being hit, and I was begging for help. The angel came to me, and turned off the energy weapon, left a signal by tapping on an empty soda can, and said, "Everything will be okay." The angel communicated through telepathy. There are so many ways to communicate with telepathy that it is cumbersome and exhausting to explain them all. Then the angel left my home through the walls. I never in all my life imagined anything like this.
At another time, I was led into the wilderness in my car where I saw a place where many children are trafficked from under the earth in tunnels. I saw black demons surround my bullet proof car. I saw shrubbery, rocks, plants, and vegetation that was shaped by demons who prey on children. I saw the place where I knew the souls of children leave up from under the earth and go up to the sky to heaven after they are killed by depraved people unimaginable. I want to add this. The horrors that happen to these children are a scourge upon the earth. The pictures and images will push back the average man in a few minutes. My wife looked at some photos I have, and after just one look, her face became so swollen that it looked like a man punched her in the face. This is how forceful the evil is. I have seen so much of this evil for thousands of hours when the average man can stand about 5 minutes to 20 minutes of this hell.
I viewed the lawful images many times because my brother believes that only about three children died this way. I wanted to gather so much evidence that it would be overwhelming and irrefutable to my brother. Mel Gibson states that the blood of children are the currency of our nation. I know what Mel Gibson states is true. The same photos that punched my wife in the face my brother will not address or discuss. He dismisses the photos and my wife’s injuries that lasted for at least two weeks. I have easily 1,000 times the amount of evidence I have viewed.
These demons in the wilderness attacked me and tried to come into my body in the wilderness, but the demons died on contact because I had developed a defense mechanism, an aura of extreme red because of years of intense training, studying torture, studying war, studying how to make myself stronger and placing myself in an environment of torture and self-torture, not knowing that I would be speaking about it someday. I believed as a teen what does not kill me would make me stronger. I am still alive.
I also prayed the entire time the black demons walked around my car in the blackness of the darkest night. Try to imagine demons darker than the blackest night! They were like tall people - black ghosts. An angel was with me, and I asked the angel to help protect me, and I kept praying. When it appeared they were gone, I returned to being focused on my mission at hand. But let me add that I did not realize the demons had died inside my body. I was able to have them come out later when I arrived home. I have never heard of dead demons inside of a person, but I am thankful to God they were dead and not alive inside me.
I was so far out in the wilderness in the middle of the night that there was no GPS, no street signs, no streetlights, no maps, etc. There were only dirt roads. The angel directed me to this place because I heard an intense ringing in my right ear. My right ear ringing made me believe I should go to the right side of the highway to where a mountain was located because I believed that there could be children at that location.
Originally, my wife was with me when this event started to happen to me. She was a passenger in another car on the freeway and I was driving my car behind her car. I saw many clouds of angels up in the sky and people. I took many photos of everything. I told my wife to go ahead with the married couple she was with at the time. I explained to her to go home because I knew she would not believe all I was seeing. I would meet up with her later the next day.
I had to go because so many angels in the sky and the ringing in my ears on the right side clearly meant something plus another angel appeared in my car and directed me where to go. This angel told me which way to go, which exit to take, which way to turn, how far to go, etc., etc. I never in my life imagined anything such as this. How could an angel come into my car and tell me which way to go when I had no clue where to go? I had no maps, no GPS, no knowledge of this area, etc.
Later after my search mission was over, the angel told me that the angel cloud images in the sky where made for me from my kitchen lights. I had no clue what the angel was meaning by this, but when I arrive home, I saw that the kitchen chandeliers radiated a light out at 360 degrees all around the ceiling and walls. When I look at those light images, they appear to be angels. The angel took those images and put them up in the sky at around dusk when I was driving west bound out of state. This is what the angel told me when I arrived home.
I saw a huge blinking bluish light up in the sky as I was driving into the wilderness. It looked like a giant strobe light that lit up so much of the sky for so many miles around. It felt to me like it was a strobe beacon of some kind - like a signal to say, "We are over here." I felt like it could be a space craft of some type because I had seen space crafts in the sky in recent weeks or months prior. On a prior occasion before my wilderness trip, I had spoken to a space craft out loud verbally as I looked up into the sky. I asked specific questions like, "Do you know David Aria? If you know David Aria flash your lights." They flashed their lights several times. Then I asked the same spaceship, "If you have known David Aria all of his life, flash your lights." The ship against flashed its lights several times. I recorded this on my cell phone video camera. An angel was next to me when this happened. I asked the angel for advice. The angel told me that it was okay to ask the ship such questions. She lead me to believe the ship was friendly, and would not try to cause any harm to me. My goal was to learn, establish a friendship, and to hopefully go on the ship and meet them personally.
I enjoy getting to know people from other cultures and other nations. I started working with Southeast Asian refugees when I was about 12 years old. They were also known as the “boat people from Vietnam.” They came here and many of them saw their people drown in the ocean trying to reach what was their version of the promised land. They only wanted peace and freedom. Later in my early 20’s I helped with refugees from the former Soviet Union who fled communism due to religious suppression. My point is that I love to learn from these kinds of people because they can share so much about how they survived torture, hardship, and all sorts of misfortunes where many of them saw too much death. Their souls are fascinating to me as well as all they can teach me about where they come from including the less evil things like culture, food, religion, history, entertainment, and daily living. I was deeply fascinated and glued to the evils of communism and how people survived and escaped it. The idea of meeting people on spaceships who could potentially show me a much higher and more peaceful way to live with a higher level of consciousness has moved me to no end. I figured it would be a way to gain new ideas, methods, and ways to escape the hell of life on earth that I discovered when I was about 12 years old.
I saw the gross evil of how refugee children were treated, ignored, and alienated as if they were non-human or untouchables. I noticed that an entire school – children, teachers, and administrators literally did not care about the loneliness, isolation, pain, or suffering in being in a new land all alone, with no English, no money, no knowledge of how things work, no friends, nobody to talk to, etc. It was at that time; I knew that I was not from this planet. This is not where my soul came from, nor was did it feel anything remotely like home to me. I could clearly see and know; home was somewhere else. Nothing beyond hell itself would allow such evil wreckage to be a normal part of daily life while everyone covered it with the silence of the knife that cut so deeply inside. This nightmare in plain daily in front of God and everyone caused me to believe more in the victims than the perpetrators of it all. Silene could literally kill a person’s soul. I like being with the victims because I felt more at home with them, and I could understand them much better. Whether I was one of them or not was not my focus. I only wanted to help them in the simplest ways each day. And that is what I did daily in my life from 12 years old to today. I found a home that would never go away. And in that home they taught me more than I helped them. I realized this in the deepest part of my soul.
When I was in the wilderness looking for children, I was in my car, very frightened, but I maintained control of myself and the expression of my emotions because I wanted desperately to communicate with what seemed like a spaceship. I was trying to come up with ways to communicate my intentions, and that I was coming to meet them with good will and good faith.
I had a flashlight. I told the angel to speak with the people in the ship, and communicate to them that I had no weapons, and I would not try to cause any harm. I explained that I would show my hands so that the people in the ship would know I was safe. I looked in my car camera, and there was a beautiful, bright, blue pearl of light. This was the pearl I saw in my mind many times in 2010 whenever I would close my eyes. I was shocked to know that the people in the ship already knew about my visions of the giant blue pearl in my mind when I closed my eyes!!! Wow!
How could they already know what I knew from 2010 when this search mission took place in 2023? And then I saw an angel shining on the ground back behind my car. I could see the angel on the dash camera. The angel was made of light spread out on the ground. The angel was a woman with a dress. The angel had feet made of rocket fins. This felt like a message that angels come from way "up there" in the sky - like I would need a rocket to go and find more of them. At some point a few men appeared in the camera. One had an afro like he was from the 1970's. Another wore glasses like John Lennon. These glasses are called, "Windsor glasses."

I kept "negotiating" using the angel in my car to speak to the people in the spaceship. I saw people in what appeared to be a distance of about 100 yards or possibly 200 + yards behind my car. They had some ordinary cars and trucks parked in a line. There headlights were on and shining in my direction. They stood around their cars looking at me, like they were waiting for me. I hesitated for hours in the middle of the night trying to figure out the best way to go meet them at their spaceship. Finally, I got enough courage up to leave my vehicle and take my flashlight with me which was very powerful. I walked maybe 25 to 50 feet, but the ground started going downhill, and it had many potholes. I felt uneasy walking downhill through the potholes and uneven terrain. I told the angel, that I could fall down out here, and I would be gone forever. Nobody would find me or my body. I explained to the angel that it would be best to come back during the daytime. The angel agreed with me and communicated with the ship. The people in the ship and out on the ground agreed with me.
I knew the people from the ship were not ordinary aliens like we may see on TV or in the movies, but they were clearly normal people like you and me. They were working in the area to rescue children out from under the ground in the wilderness. The children are trafficked in tunnels for sex, for adrenochrome from their blood, for money, for cannibalism, and for ritual death sacrifices.
This is the most horrid thing in the world. The heaviness of in the air is almost unbearable. The demons around are unimaginable. The images are hellish. I told the angel to tell the people in the ship that they were at the gates of hell. I said, "These are the gate of hell." The angel warned me not to offend the people in the ship by speaking harshly like I was criticizing them. I explained that my description of hell's gates was not a reflection of them, but I was just noticing the unimaginable evil before my eyes. I explained that I felt sorry for the people in the ship because they were rescuing children from hell's gates, but nobody was helping them. The American people would not help them.
I knew somehow that the government placed them at the gates of hell like it was a demeaning punishment. Anyone who goes into the earth to rescue children needs to have recovery and decompression treatment. They must have time away back from the energy of evil so that they can revive themselves. They should have rest, good beds to sleep in, nice living quarters, jacuzzi hot tubes, saunas, massage, nutritious food, and health treatment.
I know this because I went under the earth in tunnels in Ukraine, and I saw many homeless children there. Some children died and I could not see them anymore. Almost nobody cared. Not caring is pure vile evil for me. My friend Bruce told me simply, deeply, and profoundly so much so that it stopped me in my tracks. He said, “Once you see these children in such conditions, you have only two choices. You can either go home and pretend you never saw it, or you can spend the rest of your life trying to change it. Those are the only choices.” For me, I wrestled daily with the thoughts that reverberated through my mind, my heart, and my soul. I wrested daily with this evil – how can it be? Why? Where did it come from? How could we destroy it? What was the best way? Could we ever fully escape? What could I do? What could I do better? Why will seemingly decent people allow such evil? Why do so many even refuse to help me just a little bit? Why do they treat me harshly when I am not causing harm to anyone, and I am only doing good things in regard to this particular mission. What seemingly good person to mock, ridicule, dissuade, or turn away helping a child who will only die in the end? What helps me inside is to wrestle with such an evil daily until there is no more wrestling left inside of me. That does something to change me – something I have yet not tried to define.

I also went into an underground submarine base in Balaklava near or in Crimea in Ukraine. I have to add all of this to my narrative because so many people say tunnels and deep underground military bases (DUMBS) do not exist, and that children are never trafficked in them. How can people say this if I have been in them both with witnesses of ordinary Americans standing next to me? How could they say this when I have pictures of them? How can they say this if my friends and I brought food to them? Something is clearly wrong. Is this a curse upon the earth?
Then when I speak about the conditions of torture the children die in so many people become angry with me. Then I got hit with directed energy weapons, and it felt like I was boiling inside, like I was being cooked alive, like I had my finger in a light socked that would not turn off! When I was hit, I rolled on the cooler faux wood floor in my house which is on a cement slab. The point is that it is cooler to the touch. I had to do this because trying to run away would not help me. I just prayed to God continuously for 20 to 40 minutes to save me. I was explaining over and over again that I did not hurt anybody and did nothing wrong. I only wanted to help and worked constantly only to help others. Finally, after praying and rolling on the ground for such a long time, the directed energy weapons stopped. I thought I was going to die, but they stopped before I died. But in a way, I did die to my past life.
Later an angel came to me and told me that I could get photon injections to protect me from directed energy weapons and many other dangers. The photons are light particles that are literally god-particles. They are pieces of God - particles of God. They are living and when the angel put them inside of me using light tubers of energy, the photons could do many things to communicate with me and to protect me. The photons are extraordinary things, but this subject exhausts me. It is better to tell about the photons another day. All I can say that everything is way beyond anything I can fully explain with words. Though I am protected by photons, I have so many affects from the directed energy weapons and the horrors I have seen. I can't begin to explain everything.
Deeply I know that prayer is the only way out. Rifles and any conventional defense systems will not work. I saw high-technology weapons systems. Anything conventional is caveman. Etc. Prayer, prayer, and more prayer is all I can come up with at this time. There are many angles standing by to help – millions upon millions is all I can say. People have free will, and they can get help from God, angels, and Jesus, but they have to ask because they will not force themselves upon people. Children may not be aware of this so I do see the angels can help children without them asking.

I know Judgement Day is coming and 99% of humanity is guilty through silence, through complicity and through acquiescence, meaning when the few people like me speak about all of this, everyone ignores the horrors of Satan that have brought an unbearable and unsustainable scourge on all of humanity and the earth. There is a better and a higher plan to save all of humanity, but the people must have the willingness and desire to see. The way I see it, God will meet them, but for God to do all the work is not the plan.
To see children's charred souls that have left their tiny innocent bodies while the act confused - like they do not know they are out of their bodies - this was a horror for me. I had no idea what to do, and I felt horrible as horrible as can be. An angel explained to me that there are other angels who are going around helping to find and rescue the souls of these children. I had to tell the children to "leave in the name of God," because I did not know what else to say. Their souls are not something I knew how to grab onto with my physical hands. I had to leave them to the trust of God's angels. Also, I had seen so many other beings – like demons and evil ones who attacked me that I was so cautious of anyone. I beat them all, but I have scars inside me that I cannot forget about now. I just try to block them out and to stay away from things that remind me too much about it. There are places in my home where I try not to go because of the nightmare horrors I had there. But what helps me keep my pride intact so I can answer questions in the future is that I beat them all with the help of God of course. I also keep fighting no matter how injured I become, no matter how close death arrives at my doorstep, and no matter how much time I have to live. This is not because I am great, nor is it because I am a hero as some people have accused me of being, but it is because most of all I must stand in front of God and explain everything. If I run away and hide form evil, I will have to explain this to God, why was I a coward. I would rather die than to be a coward. I can clearly explain the honor of death, but I can never explain the dishonor of being a coward. Even if I am afraid out of my mind, I will still take positive action so that I can live with myself each day, and so that I can sleep each night knowing, win or lose, at least I tried. This is the only way to live for me, and there is no shame in that.
There is so much to say, but for now, I am exhausted because each time I speak it drains the energy from me.
Please pray as you have never prayed before Judgment Day comes.

Blessings,

Dave Aria
Federal Whistleblower

P.S. - due to memory loss and neurological injuries, I made a mistake on this video. I said the earthquake that hit me, and my friend Corey Allan in Southern California was 6.5 on the Richter Scale, but it was not. It was 4.5 on the Richter Scale. I am trying to be as accurate when I speak. I do not want any people to accuse me of lying. Also, take notice of how the wind was at my back.