By Ashlie Bailey
For decades, my family became heavily involved in one of the very worst, most violent child sex trafficking rings that I have ever seen. They and the others in the trafficking organization used on children brutal military-style enhanced interrogation torture techniques to control us. After I was born into the organization, I became one of those children.
From the very earliest years I can remember, to the age of eighteen, I was a victim of child sex trafficking, torture, mind control programming, and ritualistic abuse by a large worldwide underground pedophile network that had thousands of members.
The child trafficking ring was run by ordinary looking, white, wealthy, well educated, powerful and successful men and their families many of whom were a part of a Satanic organization. Some of the members worked in government, military and the justice system at the time.
They weren't trafficking people through pimping, online sex adds, hotels, truck stops, or strip clubs, but through an underground pedophile ring run by families, in ordinary neighborhoods, out of people's middle and upper-class homes, in their places of business, and on military bases.
Beginning at an extremely young age on and off in my childhood, members of my family forced me and many others to be in some of the most violent forms of child pornographic, snuff and horror films that exist. Many times, I was also taken to groups of powerful, cruel, and extremely violent men who were into hurting children, and also things that are unspeakable.
PSALM 59 Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; Defend me from those who rise up against me. Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, And save me from bloodthirsty men. For look, they lie in wait for my life; the mighty gather against me, not for my transgression nor for my sin, O Lord. They run and prepare themselves through no fault of mine.
My abusers controlled my behavior by force using threats, coercion, lies, humiliation, shame, brainwashing, isolation, physical restraint, confinement, powerful and dangerous drugs in high doses, sensory and sleep deprivation, and many nights of torture.
For years and years, this happened to me repeatedly. The majority of my abuse and exploitation happened at night, on the weekends, during holidays, and over summer vacations. In exchange, my traffickers received all kinds of favors from powerful men as well as a financial advantage I wasn’t aware of at the time. It took all of the strength that I had just to survive. Eventually, I had no more strength to try to escape physically anymore, so I found my escape in my art and music.
PROVERBS 29:25 Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD is kept safe.
Even during the years I was being exploited, I still attended school during the fall and spring semesters. Until my sophomore year, I did my best to be a good student. By my junior year in high school, I had given up. On the radio, I once heard a sermon on the life of Joseph. The pastor said, that "sometimes you get an A-plus just for surviving."
What I experienced and witnessed was so violent and horrific, that not everyone survived. It was so dark, there is no word to describe it. The closest word I can think of that even comes close is holocaust.
The grief and loss I felt over the deaths of other victims were unbearable until my perspective of death was forever changed because Christ took death and turned it upside down. He overcame death.
ISAIAH 25:8 He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth. The LORD has spoken.
1 COR. 15:54 When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory.
1 SAMUEL 2:6 The LORD brings death and makes alive; he brings down to the grave and raises up.
PSALM 116:15-16 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. O LORD, truly I am your servant; I am your servant, the son of your maidservant; you have freed me from my chains.
PSALM 23:4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
PSALM 30:3 O Lord, You brought my soul up from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
PSALM 116:3-6 The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came upon me; I was overcome by trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD: "O LORD, save me!
PSALM 116:8-9 For you, O LORD, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the LORD in the land of the living.
LUKE 17:33 Whoever seeks to save his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it.
ROMANS 8:38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.
Originally, I grew up in the LDS Church. In the Mormon church, displaying or owning a cross was forbidden. In the summer of 1997, I went to a Christian church camp with a friend where I heard the real message of Jesus for the first time. At camp, I was given my very first cross. Although I was expected to continue to be a member of the Mormon Church, a seed was planted. I secretly kept the cross hidden in my pocket for a long time.
In the summer of December 1999, I became pregnant with my son Joshua and was forced to keep the pregnancy a secret. By the time I was in foster care and a junior in high school, I was living with a Mormon Bishop and his wife. At the age of sixteen, I was forced to enter into a secret marriage covenant with the Bishop and his other wives. The Bishop was over sixty years old at the time. In June 2004, my sons David and Joseph were born. For years, I was led by the Mormon Church to believe that all of my children were no longer alive.
Months after the birth of David and Joseph, I was introduced to Christianity by a boy I met at my new high school. Early in the morning on January 18, 2005, I read John 3:16. The words "ONLY begotten Son" jumped off the page. I realized that if Jesus was the only Son of God, then the teachings of the Mormon Church must be false. I also realized that to receive salvation, I must believe that Jesus is the one and only Son of God. The very instant I realized this, He was there in a more real way than I had ever known before. That morning, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and told my foster parents I had been saved.
JOHN 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Later that day, I was taken to a hospital where my daughter Hope was born. Once Again, I was led to believe my child did not survive. After my daughter Hope was gone, I was abandoned by my Mormon foster family at the hospital where Hope had been born. Before I turned eighteen, I was used as a breeder again, and my fifth child was conceived. When I aged out of the foster care system, I spent several months in a homeless shelter for women. Over Christmas 2005, I was taken by a family member to another state where my daughter Grace was born. I did not know if she lived.
I now believe my children survived and were adoption trafficked into the Mormon foster care system. Even though it was heartbreaking, being persecuted for my new faith, abandoned, and forced to leave my hometown was a total blessing and possibly one of the greatest gifts ever. The same day that I received the gift of salvation and freedom in Christ, I also received the gift of my daughter Hope. The boy who originally introduced me to Christianity in high school is now my husband. All these years later, my family and I are trying to find my missing children.
Before my daughter Grace was born in 2005, I got my driver’s license and received my GED. In spring 2006, I moved from the homeless shelter into a community college dorm. In spring 2010, I graduated with an Associate’s of Arts from Kilgore College.
Although I had escaped child sex trafficking after I became a Christian and turned eighteen, for many years later, I continued to experience threats, stalking, vandalism and break-ins by former traffickers who tried everything to silence and destroy me. Those who are willing, risk their lives and reputations to come forward and speak up. It was a daily fight to keep my freedom. Even though I was physically free, I did not become completely set free spiritually and mentally until I began to pray for my enemies and fight back at the real enemy with spiritual warfare.
I started seeking Bible knowledge. One time during the message at the new church I was attending, I remember the pastor said: "Christ's followers would be known by their scars and not by their muscles and strengths." I had secretly hidden injuries from my past abuse, and for years I struggled with cutting. Through my recovery, I discovered that Jesus had complete understanding and empathy of the pain I was holding behind my scars because he took my wounds and He has overcome them. No matter how dark and how deep the scars you carry may be, there is absolutely nothing in this world too big for Him to overcome. By his wounds, we are healed.
On July 23, 2010, my life changed forever when I found my life's calling. At church one day while the band was playing the song "Our God is Greater", I felt God called me to come forward about my trafficking experience as a child and to become a survivor leader in the fight against human trafficking. It took all of the courage I had in the world to speak up even though I knew it would be a huge risk to my life because with my decision to come forward, came danger, and persecution from former traffickers.
MATTHEW 10:27-31 Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear in the ear, preach on the housetops. And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father's will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.
PROVERBS 31:8-9 Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.
In the organized crime ring I grew up in, many Hispanic women and children were taken from their homes, brought into the United States, and tragically lost their lives because of violent crime and human trafficking. Because of the things I had seen in childhood, I felt called to begin praying specifically for the women and children going missing out of Juarez Mexico.
For years, I prayed every day and waited for God to answer. I asked the Lord for a sign that He would do something. At first, I thought God would answer my prayer through the justice system but when that didn't happen, I felt confused and heartbroken. I waited for the sign and at the time saw none. I wondered if God would ever answer my prayer.
I didn't realize it at first, but the Passion CD I was listening to during many of those prayers was one of the signs I was asking for. At the time, I had no idea that the very CD with "Our God" on it that I took with me everywhere throughout that whole journey was recorded at an event that raised awareness and funds to fight human trafficking.
When that song came out, thousands of people with red X's drawn on their hands gathered outside of the Georgia Dome at a Passion Conference to raise white flags in the representation of each of the estimated 27 million people currently trapped in slavery.
In front of the property where the flagpole is located, there is a billboard that for many months said in huge letters the name of Jesus. Seeing this reminded me on a regular basis how much more mighty and powerful God is than the entire human trafficking industry.
Years later, God gave me another sign. Every year since the "End It" movement was started at the Passion Conferences, thousands of people from all over the world draw red X's on their hands to raise awareness about human trafficking.
After years of prayer, one day I came across a photo of a city. In that city, a monument in the shape of a giant red X had been build.
A monument that was constructed for one purpose, God used as a sign for a different purpose. I asked for a sign God would do something about the violent crime in Juarez Mexico. I wasn't expecting God to answer my prayer with a sign against slavery huge enough to see from far away on either side of the border. That big red X monument is now one of the largest landmarks in Juarez Mexico.
On May 7, 2012, I started praying for God to help me forgive my former traffickers. A few months later, I joined a Bible study over Nehemiah. During the Nehemiah study, the question that was asked over and over was “What has God put on your heart?” I prayed about it, and the answer was that God had put the oppressed on my heart. When I wrote that, I knew exactly who I had in mind, the other victims of human trafficking from my childhood who lost their lives.
In the story of Nehemiah, it says that Nehemiah asked God to forgive his ancestors who sold their own family members into slavery. They were referred to as the oppressed. I was blown away. One night while I prayed for my former traffickers, I asked God to forgive them. That was my moment of freedom.
MATTHEW 5:44 But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.
The next day, the study said "Nehemiah prayed for four months before approaching the king. How does this encourage you to keep praying for something you have been praying for a long time?" Later on, I realized I began praying on May 7, 2012. Those prayers were answered on Sept 7, 2012. Without even planning it, I had prayed for exactly four months for help forgiving, the exact same amount of time as Nehemiah.
GALATIANS 5:1 says it is for freedom that Christ set us free.
It had become clearer and clearer over the course of that whole year that I was supposed to be in the ministry to fight human trafficking. My story came out, and I was led through door after door into local anti-trafficking ministry. Years later, in an incredible turn of events, one law enforcement agency took my story seriously and awarded me a scholarship to complete my bachelor’s degree. I am a recipient of The Granting Courage Scholarship from The United States Immigration Customs Enforcement Foundation. On May 4, 2019, I graduated from The University of Texas at Tyler with my Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology.
GENESIS 50:20 You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.
When I was growing up, some of my handlers practiced Santeria and Baal worship. They used to tease me and call me ash-tree because my first name had the pagan meaning “grove of trees." In the Old Testament, the Babylonians were notorious for Baal worship. The pagan idols of Baal have no power over El Elyon, God Most High. Even Nebuchadnezzar, the King of Babylon himself ended up acknowledging that God is the Most High. In a Bible study over Gideon, I learned that God gave Gideon a new name called Jerubaal which means Baal fighter. During the Bible study, I found that God was willing to give me a new name also and that I too was a Baal fighter. In JUDGES 6:25-26, God called Gideon to tear down his father’s altar of Baal and cut down the grove of trees beside it. I realized if Gideon could do it, so could I.
JUDGES 6:25b- 26a …Throw down the alter of Baal that thy father hath, and cut down the grove that is by it. And build an altar unto the Lord thy God upon the top of this rock.
In the lesson, the teacher described the power of prayer for God to do impossible things and that for us to get to see God do miracles, we need to be willing to pray in impossible situations. The teacher gave us an example of a miracle in an impossible situation. In another country, an anti-human trafficking ministry was trying to rescue trafficking survivors, but there was no help from the authorities. There were no other options but to pray for the traffickers to come forward and rescue the survivors. Not long after, this is exactly what happened. Their prayer was answered. If we are willing to pray in impossible situations, we are more likely to see miracles happen. One time at church, our pastor preached over the story of Nehemiah. He said that “God uses broken people to accomplish big things.” God is calling regular people to be secret agents in an army against evil.
Years ago, in Palestine, Texas around the time I was born, a family member who is another survivor prayed for God to do something about the trafficking and injustice in the area. Now more than thirty years later, I get to see the answers to those prayers take place. I got to see an army of organizations run by passionate people raised up to fight this issue locally. For many of us, the risk was huge. At times, the risk for me was great enough that I once even considered accepting an opportunity to leave Texas permanently and change my identity. The sacrifice was great, but it was worth more than anything in the world and rewarding beyond words to get to see within my lifetime that it was possible for my past, all of the hard work, and also countless nights of prayers and tears to make a lasting difference.
On December 14, 2013, my husband and I got married. He was the first person I ever told about my children. At the time, I still believed my children were no longer alive. After all those years later, I finally allowed myself to grieve the loss of my children. I was deeply saddened by the thought that my children were never given real names or had the chance to celebrate a birthday.
One afternoon in the spring of 2014, my husband and I went to check the mailbox. Months earlier, we had ordered two stuffed dinosaurs for Christmas that had been lost in the mail all that time. When we opened the mailbox, we discovered the package of dinosaurs. While I was holding the dinosaurs, I realized that I wanted to dedicate them as birthday gifts to my children.
After that, my husband and I went to a restaurant and ordered a birthday cake and a meal. As my husband prayed at our table, he felt God revealed two names. The names were Hope and David. What my husband did not know is that since I was very young, I always wanted to one day have daughters named after the fruits of the Spirit and boys named after the men of the Bible.
After the prayer, we left our meal on the table untouched and took the birthday cake with us. We got into the car and when it was started the radio was on. As we sat in the seats of the car, playing loudly on the radio was the song "Hope in Front of Me" which said:
“There's hope in front of me. There's a light, I still see it. There's a hand still holding me...Even when I don't believe it."
"I might be down but I'm not dead. There's better days still up ahead. Even after all I've seen...There's hope in front of me”
My husband and I looked at each other surprised and both burst into tears. We then went to a church to leave the cake at the cross. On the way, I looked at my husband and said “Do you believe in eternal life?”
During the same period of time April 25, 2014, a ministry in Tyler, Texas that fights human trafficking had an event.
At church on Mother’s Day May 11, 2014, they were handing out flowers to all of the mothers. In the parking lot of the church, there were several magnolia trees in bloom. My husband gave me a magnolia. After church, we both went to my favorite turtle pond. I left the magnolia in the water.
That month, instead of choosing to change my identity and leave Texas permanently, God lead my husband and me to leave Texas temporarily and go on a much needed vacation. As we were driving through Birmingham, Alabama, I saw that on both sides of the street there were trees and trees full of hundreds and hundreds of magnolias.
ROMANS 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Two weeks after we left Texas, we arrived in Nashville, Tennessee. Before we went on our vacation, we were originally planning on going incognito for a while. Ironically, we signed up to go to KLOVE Fan Awards which we thought was just a concert, but when we got there discovered we had by accident signed up to attend what turned out to be a red carpet event. Incognito quickly went out the window, but that was okay because that summer turned out to be an incredible answer to prayer. That summer, we ended up getting to meet and share some of my story with two of the artist who created the Passion songs that had such a huge impact on my life "Our God" and "White Flag."
While on vacation, some of the places we drove through were Birmingham, Alabama, Atlanta, Georgia, Nashville, and Memphis, Tennessee. No answered prayer of ours was more memorable than the time when as were driving through Memphis, Tennessee. On the way home, we were praying about God ending the human trafficking in that area. While we were praying, we were exhausted and even started to argue. Our prayer fell apart. At that point, we stopped and asked God to honor our prayer request anyway. We said to God "if He honored our prayer request, we acknowledged it would be through no power of our own that the prayer would be answered, but it would be only because of His power." Not long after we got home, I stumbled across a news article about how a huge trafficking ring was busted. The trafficking ring operated out of Birmingham, Alabama, Atlanta, Georgia, Nashville, and Memphis, Tennessee. God is faithful.
PSALM 102:17 He will respond to the prayer of the destitute; he will not despise their plea.
By 2018, I had become informed enough on human trafficking and the Mormon Church that I realized it was possible my children could still be alive. On January 27, 2018, the woman who wrote the Nehemiah Bible study I had done years early was speaking at an event in Tyler, Texas. She was teaching over the life of Joseph. For a few minutes, she spoke about slavery and human trafficking. I was sitting in the very back of the sanctuary. At one point, it felt like she was looking straight at me. She then pointed in my direction and read out loud Genesis 45:26 which said: “Joseph is still alive."
I have spent many years praying for families affected by trafficking and Satanic ritual abuse. A long time ago, God gave me a promise that He would one day answer all of those prayers. Over a year ago, God opened the door for the restoration of my own family.
In November 2018, my aunt Michelle Hoover launched The Henry, Leroy, Oscar Call Your Mom! Campaign to locate her missing sons Henry, Leroy, and Oscar. Now, my family and I are also campaigning to find my missing children Joshua, David, Joseph, Hope, and Grace. It is called The Finding Hope Project.
I am looking for answers and the truth about my children. I am convinced they could still be alive and may have disappeared into the LDS foster care system. I am asking for your help finding them.
I went to the Baptist Student Ministry Center on campus to hand out missing person’s flyers for Henry, Leroy, and Oscar on November 12, 2018. One person there prayed for my family. He said out loud: “I pray for Henry. I pray for Leroy. I pray for Oscar, and I pray for Hope." I had not told him about my own children.
On November 26, 2018, I felt led to go to Reformation House of Prayer in Tyler, Texas. No one knew I was coming. I did not know that they were praying about ending human trafficking. Moments before I walked into the door, they gathered into a circle and placed two chairs in the middle. They felt led by the Holy Spirit to pray for two specific missing children. As I quietly walked in, I heard their prayers. I was amazed. That evening, I told them about my missing children. After our family is reunited, we plan to continue our work and found a nonprofit. Our life long family mission will be to fight trafficking and find missing children.
Together, we are working on raising awareness about all missing children, survivors, and families who have been affected by ritualistic abuse, MK Ultra mind control programming, and human trafficking. During the first few days of spreading missing person’s flyers for our family, we received a phone call from a young girl looking for help who we believe was in danger. That week, I was able to report two tips to The National Center For Missing and Exploited Children for two separate missing children's cases. Since then, we have come into contact with other parents who are in search of their missing children.
Some people look at suffering, injustice, and human trafficking, and wonder how God could be real since these things happen. I look at my past and I can now say: it is because of how powerfully He reached out to me during my suffering so many times that I know just how real God is.
PSALM 103:6-12 The LORD works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.
PSALM 146:7-8 He upholds the cause of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry. The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind, the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous.
ISAIAH 58:6 Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?
MATTHEW 25:40 I tell you the truth whatever you did for the least of one of these brothers of mine you did for me.
There is no one who has ever known better the world of suffering than Jesus, our Lord. In the Old Testament, the Messiah was described as oppressed.
ISAIAH 53:7 But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him and by his wounds, we are healed. He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
Sometimes, when it has seemed impossible to understand why God would allow such suffering and evil to take place on earth, I could only find comfort in knowing that Jesus also endured torture and suffering, and that I am not alone. Jesus WAS SOLD by Judas for thirty pieces of silver and handed over to be crucified.
MATTHEW 26:14-15. Then one of the Twelve--the one called Judas Iscariot--went to the chief priests and asked, "What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?" So they counted out for him thirty silver coins.
MARK 10:33 They will condemn Him to death and will hand Him over to the Gentiles who will mock Him and spit on Him, flog Him and kill Him. Three days later HE WILL RISE.
He allowed Himself to face death and came from the grave so that we could have life. He did this to set each of us free. It does not matter what holds you prisoner, or how dark your past may be. If you have never known freedom before, He is here for you. Christ offers everlasting freedom to anyone and everyone who will accept it.
Jesus is a mighty Holy Master, yet a servant to the oppressed, the afflicted, and the needy. He is a friend to His followers. He is ADONAI, which means Lord Master, who is sovereign.
MATTHEW 18:23 Therefore, the kingdom of heaven is like a king who wanted to settle accounts with his servants.
MATTHEW 20:26 Whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant.
JOHN 15: 13-16 Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.
HEBREWS 2:14-15 Therefore, since the children share in flesh and blood, He Himself likewise also partook of the same, that through death He might render powerless him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and might free those who through fear of death were subject to slavery all their lives.
I never knew my worth before I met Him. Jesus thought I was worth dying for. If you don’t know your worth, remember he died for you too.
PSALM 49:7-8,15 No one can ever buy back another person or pay Elohim a ransom for his life. The price to be paid for his soul is too costly…But Elohim will buy me back from the power of hell because He will take me.
He bought me for a price. He paid it all. He gave his life to pay my ransom and set me free from captivity. He can set you free too.
MARK 10:45 For even the son of man did not come to be served but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.