Life Of Climbing – A Reflection

This poem titled Life Of Climbing was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 10 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 144 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem titled Life Of Climbing consists of nine stanzas with three lines in the first stanza second through eighth stanza and three lines in the last stanza…The photograph I choose for this reflection is one taken of both my son and I our during our ascent to the top of Croagh Patrick in Ireland in 2017…My son was nine years old then and I was forty five years old…When I was nine years old I was very intelligent in school but was physically very week…I could not climb hills or mountains or keep up with my friends physically…Oddly enough though I could run and I did win a medal for running as a young girl growing up in Ireland…The day I won that medal I actually fell during that race we all took off running and I tripped on something probably my own shoe laces who knows…I was a child…I took a big fall and I got up and kept running anyway and placed second or third in that race not bad after falling down during the race…As a young girl I had grit and my grit was developed from years of sports with my neighboring children we had great fun playing soccer and other sporting games…I will never forget the day I choose to be goalie a very bad choice for a skinny weak young girl….Oh! I stopped the ball but it cost me my rib cage…I was in agony for days with a sore rib cage from grabbing soccer balls kicked at my goal post with full force from lads bigger and stronger than myself…Experiences like that developed in me true grit…That soccer ball was going down and nothing was stopping me from being the best little goalie I could be… Grit is developed over years of activities that helps to develop grit…Sadly today parents have to supervise their children more carefully and closely and now with Covid-19 our children are often kept inside which is not good for boys and girls…My son is as tall as me now so he is well able to walk the dog and do small chores which he does very well for me…I do get him to play basketball too for the exercise and activity which is good for him…Exercise fresh air and activities are very good for all of us both young and old…I will now quote part of Akiane’s amazing poem titled Life Of Climbing…”spider webs still collect dust answers will never be answered through explanation but only through a life of climbing” I get what Akiane is saying in her poem…We need to do things to experience things in order to fully understand…For example ten people could witness the exact same event good or bad and all ten people’s explanations of that event will differ…Good explanations are often given for bad choices and for bad unjust horrible laws…Good explanations behind wicked lost opinions has cost our world millions of unborn children…The unborn child has been reduced to nothing but an opinion to be tossed about by the north wind of lies and deceit and good explanations resulting in the cruel and merciless destruction of billions of children around the world from abortion and contraception and all birth control methods and devices…Mankind was left to his own devices more than a century ago…The fallout is massive and we have cultures of death around the world so pervasive there is nothing left to our humanity…Our humane societies are set up to help dogs and cats and the animal kingdom which is a fine thing…Sadly our humane societies are inhumane to human beings as well as animals in many cases…I am an avid animal lover and human being lover…I care about all species on earth including our own vile species…I say vile because of all the terrible vile things our species has done to destroy our universe…Our species has caused extinction in the animal kingdom…Our species has destroyed the atmosphere our planet in which we live with vile pollution…Those among us that do good are busy boasting incessantly about how good they are which is disgusting sickening and annoying as hell…To those of us who care and do good anyway without boasting about a thing this kind of behavior is bloody nonsense bullshit of the highest order…Bullshit artists abound today and many of them fill all seven churches around the world…I was raised by good wolves who were bullshit artists but not intentionally wicked bullshit artists…There is a big difference…Sure I raised meself pretty much and simply ate at the table when called for meals…God Bless my well meaning parents for feeding us very well. My parents always fed all eight of us very well…We never went hungry so fair juice to my parents for that…No small task…Akiane’s poem talks about how strength is found in “wrinkles” “and where grandchildren’s braided flowers into our gray hair is love”…I love that line it is the last line of this amazing poem…I remember both of my grand parents on both sides of the family…I loved my grand mother’s on both sides very much…I am very grateful I got to meet my grandmother’s and my grandfather on my father’s side of the family before he passed away…My mother’s father my grandfather on mom’s side died very young in the 1930’s which was a tragedy for my mum and grandmother…I am one of the few from whose lineage I was able to experience normal family ties for a time…I experienced growing up in wedlock raised by well meaning parents who did their best with what they had been given to deal with…I got to meet my grandparents to have a relationship with both of my grandmothers…I got to meet aunties and uncles and cousins growing up so for all of that I am very grateful and I have many fond memories of family gatherings…My parents did an excellent job of family dinners and I have many fond memories of my beloved father may he rest in peace…Sitting at our dinner table with all of us gathered around him and mum finally sitting down after her hard work of cooking an excellent meal…My mother to this day is an excellent cook…My father would hold the carving knife which was electric and easier for him to use and with joy in his lovely eyes…My father would carve chicken or lamb or ham or whatever the meat was for dinner that day and we ate like kings and queens and princes and princesses….I share this part of my family life with my readers because my parents God love them did their very best as did my beloved grandparents…My father may he rest in peace had a wonderful sense of humor…I always remember this it was very funny…My cousin Phillip was home from America standing in our kitchen and my father proceeded to offer Phillip every kind of food under the sun…Oh my daddy told Phillip that we had lovely trifle in the fridge and jello deserts and all kinds of cakes and delicious food…The funny part was this…My father knew that Phillip had already eaten a good meal and was full and so Phillip politely declined this very generous offer…I was there during that funny exchange and of course I pipped up and said sure daddy we don’t have all those treats in the fridge sure we ate them all a few days ago…I said what are ya on about all these treats in the fridge…My father and Phillip both burst out in belly laughter because it was very funny…With eight children in the house treats went fast let me tell ya…I would know because I was the infamous notorious table climber to get treats…When I was very little I climbed up on the table could not reach the cabinet where I knew treats were stored…So I put a chair on the table and climbed up again and stood on the chair and got my yummy treats…That was very naughty of me and I was punished for that because of course I was so pleased that I figured out how to get the treats that I never thought to put the chair back…So me mum saw a chair on the table as evidence her little girl had indeed helped herself to forbidden treats…The tragedy there is this…I was innocent and yes taking treats was wrong…But my poor mother would not let that go…I got punished for taking those treats without permission for years after that…My God every bath time which was once a week my damaged mother had a list in her head of all the things we did wrong and when it came to me…Well the list was long…I got repeated beatings for taking the treats for breaking a glass milk bottle which to this day I have no memory of ever breaking…I got repeated beatings for things my siblings accused me of doing that I never did which included being falsely accused of taking money that I never took…Imagine every bath night getting repeated beatings while naked in a bath tub from your own mother…It was dreadful…My mother would bathe me then pull my hair and beat me in the feckin bath tub…What the hell??? What the fuck was wrong with her???…It took me years to figure that one out…I have an older brother who almost drowned in the bathtub because my mother got distracted by someone ringing the door bell and forgot that my brother was in the bath tub…My poor mother was distraught and beside herself when she found my brother…Thank God he was ok and did not drown but that experience traumatized that young lad for life…My older brother to this day is terrified of water…My mother was not well from years of systemic abuse as an Irish child who grew up in the lost wicked Irish school system…My mother perpetuated a cycle of abuse that was forced upon her as an Irish child outside the comforts of home…My mother would literally clench her tongue between her lips and ball her fists in a demonic rage prior to beating me and her other children…This abuse was hidden from the world and while our neighbors knew things were not great at home…Nobody including our relatives in Ireland in the 1970’s and 1980’s were equipped to deal with this and nobody knew how to help…No help was available and families had no support systems outside their own network of relatives and friends…To understand this study the Anne Lovett case I include two links here on my blog for ease of reference…Study all you can about that case..That poor girl got pregnant under suspicious concerning circumstances that suggest she was raped and or molested…Anne Lovett had no place to go no one to turn to and those around her were not equipped or fit to help her…I include a link that speaks about Anne’s boyfriend at the time who was also very young…Anne Lovett was with child and had no one to turn to for help with the birthing process…Anne saw fit to hide her pregnancy as best she could and those around her saw fit to ignore in the worst cruel and merciless manner the plight of Anne Lovett who was only fifteen years old…I will include these links now and I encourage my readers to research this case on your own time..https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Lovett https://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/people/i-was-ann-lovett-s-boyfriend-1.3484311 – This case highlights the mess that was Ireland in the 1970’s and 1980’s…Ireland has been a bloody mess for centuries now…It would take the average person with average intelligence at least five years of study to begin to wrap the average mind around the depravities of systemic abuse that went on in Ireland and around the world for Centuries now…Those with below average intelligence and the average Joe’s and Josephine’s of this world are categorically not capable of understanding or grasping the depravities found in most organized religions around the world…Too many people have been reduced to village idiot status due to being dumb’d down…Dumb’d down is not a mark of intelligence mind you..Many highly intelligent people are dumb’d down when it comes to the depravities of systemic abuse…Dumb’d down means being kept in silence being silenced in the face of grave evil…Dumb’d down does not mean that man or woman is stupid or not intelligent…There is a big difference…The Anne Lovett case really hit me hard I was ten years old when Anne and her child died…I was very young yet old enough to understand that what happened in Anne’s story was terribly horribly wrong…I recall upon hearing the news about her death and the death of her child feeling very sad inside…You see I grew up not far from Granard where Anne Lovett grew up…So this really hit home for me and others like me…When I was growing up Christy Moore was a well loved and well known Irish musician and singer…He wrote a song to remember Anne Lovett by…As a thank you for reading this reflection I ask you to take a wee moment of silence for Ireland for Anne Lovett and all the Irish who suffered tyranny for Centuries hidden under a veil of roman catholicism and their filthy convents and industrial schools and false Christ and false Mary wicked idolatry…The grotto that poor Anne Lovett died at is a testimony of a nation destroyed by wicked idolatry and stupid statues and grotto’s that failed to save Ireland and the world from the devil himself and his dark arts of destroying all of humanity… I include Christy Moore’s song…I also include a documentary about Anne Lovett…Let Anne Lovett’s case and the tears shed by her family friends loved ones and all of Ireland including tears I myself shed over Anne Lovett’s tragedy…Testify before the Throne of the God of life that what Isaiah said has happened and that what Habacuc said will be done…Heaven help us all on our own personal journeys of eternity…I also include my own song titled wolves…Nations that have forgotten how to protect their own children are lost to the devil himself…