Your Eyes Over Mine – A Reflection

This poem titled Your Eyes Over Mine was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 191 “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 Your Eyes Over Mine consists of three stanzas with four lines each…The featured image that I choose is of myself a selfie I took that makes my eyes look more weird…It was the weird lighting that day…Natural sunlight and a smartphone camera…I figure my weird eyes in that photo matches the title of this poem and reflection…I will now quote from Akiane’s poem…”Small and distant I kneel like a servant before a master and all the compasses get shaken. I wake up full of scars from a prayer and without any veils at last I come to celebrate certainty”…Leaving out the rest of this poem I am amazed at such talent and wisdom through the pen of an eleven year old girl…Many people are downright weird these days and often do not act right or the way they should act…Also many today myself included often have ideas in our minds about how people aught to act or behave ingrained in us since our youth…And when people fail us by not behaving as they ought to or should in our minds many of us myself included can become angry and disillusioned….It took me years to get to the point where I am autonomous in my thinking…I expect nothing from a soul…I trust no one only my God who is the God of life…I do my best to be a good provider for my growing son and my dog…As for anything outside the four walls of my home and my universe I really do not care…That may sound harsh what has been very harsh for me over my 47 years of life on earth is all the lies and deceit I was obliged to believe in from vile organized religion which in my case was the dirty rotten filthy child sex cult the putrid roman catholic shit hole den of iniquities they call a church…Once I got the hell out of the banal profane roman catholic child sex cult…I improved greatly and I no longer give horrible people space in my head…Though we live in a dark world I insist on being a positive person even on the days when I am positive my life sucks…I do realize there is always someone who has it harder or worse than I…I am one of eight children born into a marriage between my mother who is still living and my father who is deceased…May he rest in peace…I am not close to my mother who can be a pill to speak to on the phone…I gotta tell you this my readers…My God the God of life has been putting it on my heart to pray for my now elderly mother in an especially strong way…So I did this I prayed for my elderly mother who despite being a pill to deal with I will always love for all eternity…I do not like to call my mother much because she can be horrible awful and downright nasty on the phone…Today I took courage and called my elderly mother her 86th birthday is coming up on June 13th so I was sure to wish her a happy birthday…My elderly mother seemed like a changed woman on the phone…No yelling or arguing this time…She told me God love her that she had a UTI or Urinary Tract Infection with no external concerning symptoms and ended up in the hospital for six days…During those six days my poor mother told me she was diagnosed with the Corona Virus…My elderly mother lives on the east coast so very far away from me…I live in the deep South of America now beneath the Mason-Dixon Line…My God not one of my five brothers and two sisters thought to contact me via email text or phone…To inform me that our mother who is elderly now was in the hospital…I tell you this because my siblings hate my guts and have been angry at me for years refusing to forgive me my faults while refusing to acknowledge how horrible all seven of them were to me over the years…Some of my siblings are jealous of me which makes no sense to me because I really am not much at all…My toxic siblings are full of jealous rage hatred and anger towards me worse than the hatred our black communities experience from profane laws…I have been hated by the roman catholic child sex cult church for centuries now as evidenced by the abuses done by their horrid prelates to my family in the name of God of all things over the years…This hatred spawned through my siblings into something so vile and disgusting that not one of my horrible self centered narcissistic siblings thought to tell me that my own mother was in the hospital for six days…Talk about hatred…I will never understand what it is like to be black and to suffer for being black only the black communities will ever fully understand that…I do understand what it is like to be hated for I was hated from the day of my birth to this very day and for all eternity by the church of the beast the beastly satanic ritual child sex cult that is the church of the dead the vile profane roman catholic church….I know what it is like to be hated for centuries for being indigenous and white and Irish as evidenced by the mass graves all over Ireland marking the systemic abuse and annihilation of my tribe…I know what it is like to be told that my life means nothing that I am nothing and to be threatened at gun point by those who hate my guts and want me dead…I know what is like to be raped because I was raped repeatedly since the age of five…I know what it is like to cry myself to sleep every night as an Irish child hated by my own family my own siblings and the goddamn profane church I was forced to participate in against my will…The hatred unfurled on my tribe spans centuries so while I am not black I understand well what it is like to be hated for the crime of being white Irish indigenous and christian…The anti Christ church of the beast from rome tried to destroy my tribe for centuries now by erasing any memories of our traditions and culture over the centuries…With the vile hope that I another nothing another execrable will forget who and what I am and lose my own indigenous identity…I know what it is like to live among the dead for I lived amidst and among mass graves for years…Mass graves I visited as an adult in my own country full of the dead from the Genocide done in the name of God to my tribe for Centuries…No I am not black but I have been told that because I am Irish because I am white and because I am indigenous I must die for my life is not worth living…I survived the fallout of centuries of systemic abuse as part of the untold story of the Irish Genocide silenced by vile systemic abuse and statutes of limitations…The next time a gun is held to my head and I am covered in blood from war…I will say this make my day pull that trigger because upon my death I will return with a vengeance…The vengeance of my God whose name my enemies have tried to blot out from the face of the earth for centuries…Upon my death my eternal soul will return to my God the God of life and my death will be unto heaven a loud cry a clarion call for Justice…Justice…Justice…I was not meant to be known much in this life or to be respected or thought much of…Upon my death I will return with a vengeance with the armies of heaven to destroy once and for all the wicked with whom my ancient tribe has a centuries old beef…War is ugly war is never kind…If it is war the wicked wants tis war the wicked gets which will unfurl upon my death…Upon my return once passed from this life with the help of Heaven all mortal flesh will be silenced…………Though for now I am a mere weak mortal my immortal soul is preparing for battle a mystical battle that will unfurl upon my death and departure from this world…………The battle to come with the armies of heaven will be swift and Justice will be served by the mighty arm of my God who is the God of life…………The wicked will be destroyed and the damage done to my poor family healed…………Though my siblings’ awful behavior annoys me and angers me…………I forgive them anyway because tis the wicked anti Christ church of the beast that harmed my family…………The wicked will pay a hefty price drenched in the blood of my ancestry who will return with the armies of heaven to deal the wicked accursed ones a mighty blow to their head…………Though attempts were made to murder me including murder by fire a fire I was rescued from…Murder by gun fire…No I was not shot but why I was not gunned down remains a mystical miracle…Murder by smothering me with a pillow…I received so many death threats over the years that I became immune and turned these threats on their heads…The fact that I was never afraid of death scared the bejesus out of the ones who thought that terror and fear owned me…When you get to the point where you do not care whether you live or whether you die…That is when you can change the world…Since the age of seven I stopped caring whether I lived or died and ever since then…I have been unto the wicked a holy terror…………Holy terror was my nickname growing up Holy terror and scourge…To the wicked I am their holy terror their scourge their worst nightmare for my eternal soul will never die…………The scars of forced kneeling and false God and false Jesus and false Mary idolatry and forced prayers in my family from centuries of systemic abuse are being mystically healed…I will wrap up my mystical reflection with this…I am being kind to my now elderly mother who is excited to hear that she will receive a modest monetary gift from me her loving and grateful holy terror of a daughter once a month……….I can honor my mother that way and by so doing restore my family ties in the eyes of my God the God of life…Let my sincere eternal love for my now elderly mother and my difficult siblings be unto the devil and the wicked a mighty blow…That despite centuries of systemic abuse I broke the cycle of abuse which is unto the wicked a dreaded thing…The power of holy love the power of true Christian principles over comes and destroys the wicked…………Heaven help us all…………I dedicate this post to my own beloved elderly mother and my family and my tribe the tribe of Dan…………As a thank you for reading this mystical reflection…Enjoy a song I sang on you tube titled Ariel by October Project which I made my own by singing my version of this amazing song with slight changes to the lyrics….This song represents to me my victorious freedom from vile organized religion with my indigenous Christianity intact…………I also included my song titled She Will Ariseth where I sing about the return of Mystical Mary and her armies of heaven…………