Thank you for joining my podcast.
This is 30 series Chronicles.
My name is Officer Indio and we're going to be talking about my experiences while serving
for the Detroit Police Specialized Unit 30 series.
So I wanted to jump right in and sort of backstab about the Peanut Butter Baby.
It's one of those hard jagged pills that you have to swallow.
It did occur.
The mother gets sent to prison after the extra system and we had to visit the medical examiner's
office as they cut open the four dogs' stomachs to put together the baby's face and arms and
legs.
It was very exhausting and very emotional wearing.
It did make me start losing faith in God as to why he couldn't step in and stop it.
So here's the thing guys, when you're dealing with demonic entities, your mind, your heart
and your spirit should be clear and you should be focused that God does exist, that he has
a power and divine power to do anything and everything we need him to do.
So having these moments of doubts makes you a target and they step that out like a hound
dog and they use it against you.
It's just that there's been many afflictions leading up to Peanut Butter Baby from people
committing suicide by police, from this incident that took a toll on the whole entire team
and the team, I'd like to explain, has made up of five people and we all come from different
backgrounds, different nationalities, different religions, different beliefs, but we all agreed
on one thing and that is that the devil does exist and there is God.
So about a week had gone by and the team started to settle back into our regular routine of
being proactive and sniffing out possibly possessed people because during that time,
Governor Engle had closed all the mental institutions and released them to private homes like he
would be able to buy a house for a dollar, literally a dollar and you would throw up
to dry a wall, have a running water and toilet and they would call you a medical facility
and you would be responsible for patients that were released from the mental institution
and some of these houses would house five to 15 people and one person would monitor them.
The truth is they weren't able to monitor them.
They would run the streets crazy, they would never show up and then we would get instant
calls at those houses because it was just crazy.
I don't know why he closed it and at some point it's not about the dollar, it's about
humanity but like everything, it's what the almighty dollar wants.
So our unit ended up getting information that there's this man wanted for kidnapping and
an 11-year-old girl and he tied her up in the basement and sexually assaulted her multiple
times.
She was able to get away and ran to the nearest precinct.
We got word that the perpetrator was in the area so we went looking for him and he was
nowhere to be found but we put the heat out there, more and more each day and approximately
three days had gone by and he just showed up at the precinct one day.
He shows up at the precinct bouncing in a basketball and a fagal red pop and approaches
the police report desk and the police report officer during that day notices that the look
in the guy's eyes didn't seem to be normal and then the kid starts to bounce the basketball
inside the precinct hallway and we could just hear it boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and the
officer says, can you please stop bouncing the basketball?
And the kid doesn't respond and continues to bounce the basketball, boom, boom, boom,
boom, and the officer again inserts his authority and says, I need you to stop bouncing the
basketball or get out and the kid stops for a second and says, I'm looking for that 30
series unit, are they here?
And the officer says, who's asking?
And the kid goes, they know who I am.
They've been looking for me.
They've been shaking the streets looking for me.
And the officer is aware that we were in that precinct in particular which it was the ninth
precinct on Grashit and he's like, who are you?
And the kid goes.
Enough of this conversation.
It's game time.
And he lunges the ball at the officer that's behind the precinct desk that usually just
takes reports for incidences.
So it's me and two other officers from 30 series were adjacent to a room that's near
the desk report writing section and we hear the commotion and then we hear the loud bang
because we lunged the ball at the officer.
It struck him in the face causing him to fall back in his chair.
And as we turn that corner to look, we saw that he reached inside his waistband and pulled
out a Smith and Wesson and started shooting towards the officer that landed on the ground
from getting hit in the face.
So we automatically returned fire and this shootout in the precinct.
Just about three minutes because the kid takes cover behind a sort of vending machine and
starts firing it out with us and we were at close range.
We couldn't be no more than maybe six or eight feet apart and that's how much this guy was
adequately looking for 30 series unit.
And he found us and he knew we were there and he came to shoot it out with us because
he knew that we weren't going to let up on looking for him.
This firefight continues on bullets are flying all over the place.
We keep yelling out watch the crossfire watch crossfire because the last thing we want to
do is shoot a police officer either entering the building or coming in where that suspect
is.
And I also noticed that the rounds that we carried on our glocks, they're full metal
jackets and they weren't doing anything.
And so I always carried another magazine on my back pocket and I carried black talons
and I switched out my ammo right then and there because nothing was happening with the
ammo that we were shooting at him with and then I started shooting at the vending machine
that he's hiding behind and in those black talons are like magnum slugs ripping holes
apart on that vending machine and you can just see it disintegrating and it's now killed
that person's cover.
And so now he comes out in the open and he gets hit multiple times and his body jerks
and twists and everything else that you can imagine getting hit multiple times with multiple
rounds from multiple locations.
And he finally drops the weapon and tries to run out of the precinct.
But we're always trained to shoot center mass, that's the biggest piece of the body.
You see these movies where they go for the headshot, go for the headshot.
Headshot is really hard unless you're really up close and personal but if you're in a good
distance center mass is always your best bet.
And he got hit in the lungs, heart and everything else so he didn't get too far.
It took about three or four steps and collapsed halfway outside, halfway inside the precinct.
We get to him and slowly roll him over because we know he's not armed anymore because we
saw him drop the weapon.
And there goes those fucking eyes, jet black eyes with no whiteness to him and he's looking
at us smirking and right before he takes his last breath it goes.
Couldn't save that last baby.
You look at you save this last one.
I see you again.
And 30 series squad look at one another and make the connection go.
This fucking demon is hon, hon, hon tinnis down.
He's avidically looking for us and he's fucking with us and he's using other kids to fuck
with us because he knows there's one thing that gets under our skin more than anything.
Women and children, women and children, hurting women and children is just not tolerated.
There was approximately 125 rounds fired during that firefight.
The precinct had holes all over the place, all over the walls, all the windows were shot
out.
The vending machine that was there is just in complete utter disaster.
Popped a sprain all over the ground.
Bags and chips are on the ground.
It's just complete chaos.
And here we go again, making the reports, telling them what happened.
And guess what guys, it made the news for about a day and after that you didn't hear
nothing more about it.
As I explained before, the alphabet squad steps in and makes everything go away.
No more news coverage, no more talking about this shooting out that happened at the night
of the precinct, no more nothing.
Just complete dead silence.
And here we go again, a leap of absence for a little while to recover from what we just
went through to sort of deal with having to take someone else's life.
And that never goes away.
I still have dreams about that shoot out, like most police officers that have been involved
in shootouts.
Except in the dream.
My gun never fires, it always jams.
I pull the trigger, the magazine falls out, my gun never goes boom.
And that's post-traumatic stress disorder.
I know that's what that is.
And I still have it still to this day.
So I go back to work after a few days of rest.
And I have a heart to heart with my commanding officer who doesn't like to be called commander
because he says there's only one commander and that's our Lord Jesus Christ, Yahshua.
And I start to open up about losing my religion.
I'm starting to lose faith that God has our back.
I'm starting to lose faith that how is he not protecting us?
How is he allowing this entity to jump from host to host to avocally look for us and mess
with us?
And that's when we start to find out that this demon is able to not only repossess,
but jump from host to host.
We start looking further into this kid's life and come to find out that he was playing around
with the Ouija board and he was in love with some girl and was trying to get some answers
and forgot to close the door.
And again, fucking around with those Ouija boards opens up portals and if you don't close
them or you just mess with those things, you're allowing those things away through because
they're energy.
And if you open a portal that you're not aware of, you're going to let in the fucking cat
out of the bag.
And then whatever comes along with it, you bring it out to the world to us.
So for those that don't believe, it's okay, it's your opinion.
But I'm just telling you, it happens a lot.
I'm now a special paranormal investigator.
You are just cops doing cop work, tracking down paranormal activity and demonic possession.
I didn't fucking sign up for this thing.
But once you're in it, you're in it.
And then you're trying to fight the good fight because you wanted to choose God's side.
But there's a price that comes along with that.
And still to this day, I'm paying that price because if it doesn't avocally look for you
to kill you, it messes with you.
Things go wrong, jobs go wrong, money goes wrong.
Everything materialistic in this world goes wrong and it strips you down to nothing so
that way you blame God for everything.
So one day I wake up because I heard noise in the house and I clear it thinking somebody's
in there and there's nobody.
I go back to bed and then I'm awakened.
I'm awakened by an angel and this angel is beautiful.
He's white and bright.
And he says, come with me, but his mouth doesn't move and his legs don't walk.
We float.
And he takes me to this terrace and this terrace is beautiful.
And he shows me this garden that's beautiful.
And there's so many flowers and different trees and bushes, but they're not like bushes
and trees and flowers that we see here.
And I said, what is that?
In terms of me says, that's the garden where children play.
And I go, wow, that's beautiful.
And he says, this is what I need you to see.
And he takes me down this long hallway to this terrace that looks out to the sky.
And this guy is red and orange and it's beautiful red and orange.
It's not like a red and orange that we see here.
And then I look closer and he points and says, look, there's a war that's been happening
and you're a part of it.
And when I look up, I see demons and angels falling from the sky and they're engaged
in this fierce battle with bow and arrows and swords and shields.
And I'm like, oh my God, the kids don't do this.
And the angel says, the kids will never see this war.
Only you and I.
And he says, it's time for you to go back.
They know you're here.
And I look up and the best thing I can describe it is it looks like a dementor, like from
Harry Potter with red glowing eyes.
He sees me and he takes off towards me and the angel that brings me here, he pushes me
in my chest and I start to fall backwards as I'm falling.
I'm falling through the sky and I see that angel draw a sword getting ready to do battle
with that demon that saw me there.
And I hit the bed and I wake up and my wife that's next to me is just in shock because
our whole entire room is illuminated with white light that slowly dissipates.
And right then and there, I got the answer I wanted.
I was doing what I was supposed to do.
Doing the best I could because come on, I'm human.
I'm going to mess up.
I'm going to do stupid stuff, say stupid stuff.
I'm not perfect.
No, we're near it.
But I got that moment of clarity to go and doing the right fucking thing.
And that allowed me to continue to do some more time with 30 series.
So if you like this podcast, please support it, share it.
I am not here creating a conspiracy theory show.
I'm just a regular person like you that joined a police department to help people.
And I was good at what I did.
And I got inducted into this 30 series unit.
And after years of years of journals that were hidden away, my wife finally brought
me to the light and said, you know, you're supposed to share this with people.
And I said, no, I don't want to do that.
You're going to think I'm crazy because I'm still in this material world, right?
I still have to live and breathe and eat and everything else.
And so I have to hide my face because I still have to function in this world.
So I hope that one day I can have enough people following me where I could finally show you
my face because I want to come out.
Thank you and stay tuned for the next podcast.
As always, stay safe.
See you later.