Occultist Satan worshippers kidnapped a Christian man named Alvino in the Mexican state of Jalisco, and forced him to watch a woman getting dismembered alive. They sliced off her breasts and proceeded to dismember her to death. They then took Alvino and slowly tortured him, eventually brutally murdering him. The ones who did the murder were part of the Cartel Jalisco Nueva Generacion, an international criminal organization that is utterly hateful of Christianity and devoted to the occult and the worship of demons. Our organization, Rescue Christians, received the account of his murder from Diana Ventura, his niece, and here it is:
My name is Diana Ventura, and I’d like to share a brief part of some of the difficult moments in my life. Most of my relatives live in the state of Michoacan, Mexico. Including one of my mother’s brothers, Alvino Rodriguez, sadly he is no longer with us. My uncle was a dedicated and working man. He spent endless days working as a fisherman; this is how he made a living and provided food and all the necessities for his family. He would be gone for days at a time. Alvino lived in the border of Michoacan and the state of Jalisco. At the beginning of the year 2012 he received a threat from the Jalisco cartel that they would no longer allow him to cross into Jalisco to sell his fish. In the need of sales and with many of his customers located in the border of Jalisco, he took the risk and crossed to sell his fish. That was the last day he was seen alive. When the news came it was a heartbreaking experience.
A young boy was with him that day, he told the church pastor that my uncle had been tortured and brutally murdered by the cartel. He was also forced to watch a woman getting dismembered alive, slicing her breasts off and sadistically murdering her. Miraculously, the young boy was able to get away without being harmed. The following Sunday during the service the pastor announced what had happened. Thanks to this young boy we know what happened, but my uncle’s body was never recovered. It was heart wrenching, and hard to accept he had died, especially when he died in such manner. And we never had closure, because without recovering his remains, the chance to give him a proper burial and say our last goodbyes was taken away from us. Not too long after in Apatzingan, Michoacan, my brother, Quactemoc, was taken from my mother’s house. He was taken far into the woods and beaten half to death. The people who abducted him thought he was dead, or perhaps that he would lay there to his death. They left him there. Thankfully, my brother did wake up. He managed to find his way closer to the streets, where he found a cab to take him away from the woods. When I got the call telling me of what happened I did everything I could to help get him out of Apatzingan without anyone noticing. Till this day he has not been back.
In September of 2015 I flew to Mexico to visit my mother. We used buses to travel from one place to another. One night during our bus ride from Apatzingan, Michoacan to Guadalajara, Jalisco we were stopped and kidnapped by a group of armed men who took a hold of the bus and drove us into the woods. The bus driver was beaten, and the remaining 8 passengers (my mother and I included) stayed on the bus while the armed men stripped us one by one of all our valuables. Guns were pointed to our heads. Their faces were covered with ski masks, and everyone was terrified. We didn’t think we would make it out alive, in my mind I thought it would be our last day. I was shocked when they let us go. The poor bus driver drove us out as fast as he could. Once we reached the terminal, still in shock, I immediately flew back to the United States.