A Double Life – A Reflection

This poem titled A Double Life was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 196 “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 A Double Life consists of three stanzas with five lines each…The featured image I choose for this reflection is a photograph of my son and I during our visit to Mount Rushmore in 2017…I will now quote from Akiane’s poem…”constant light is a constant reminder yet we trust the double life”…Leaving out a portion of this poem I will quote some more…”acting does not require confessions but where is the stage if the whole world is in wheelchairs”…Wow! This eleven year old girl amazes me by her writing abilities…Upon first glance Mount Rushmore looks impressive and is very impressive…However, a study of the history behind Mount Rushmore renders many speechless in horror…Consider the human capital it took to build Mount Rushmore and stories abound that many Native American’s died during the building of Mount Rushmore…Mount Rushmore is very impressive to see…Mount Rushmore is an example of graven images hewed into rock like these world leaders are God’s unto themselves…For many including the Native American Tribes Mount Rushmore was a power play a power statement nothing more and nothing less…Many Native American’s were abused and died in the building of Mount Rushmore…Abused because those who died had to go to immortal heights dangerous heights to build Mount Rushmore and many were forced via slave labor to build Mount Rushmore…The toxic shame behind the building of Mount Rushmore will be returned to its source mystically speaking…Mount Rushmore will not withstand the test of time and will not last for all eternity…What remains for all eternity is the eternal word of the God of life and the testimony before the throne of the God of life pertaining to abuses and crimes done against the humanity of indigenous tribes around the world not just in America…When I visited Mount Rushmore as impressed as I was I felt sorrow in my heart for all the sufferings of the Native American Tribes and I prayed a special payer and shed tears over the fallen Native American Tribes who roamed America and who discovered America long before other nations…America’s history is not golden not pure or perfect or as wonderful as many of us would like to believe…The same is true sadly all over the world not just in America…Legalized abortion in 1972 on the Federal level destroyed many nations in America through the perfection of the dark arts of annihilating human beings in the womb…What Akiane writes at the age of eleven makes sense…Our world’s population not just in America is an aging population with many in wheelchairs as they age…Sadly fewer and fewer people are begetting children and large families are fast becoming a relic of the past…I am very grateful to be able to tell you I visited Mount Rushmore I am glad I did that for my Tribe for my people who also suffered serious oppression over the centuries…Not one of us will ever fully understand what it is to be oppressed just because you are Native American or just because your skin color is black or just because you are Irish and white…My God it was not that long ago that the Irish were filling ships starving to death on their way to America only to find upon arrival signs saying “No Irish – No Blacks need apply”…My God talk about hate speech crimes…The Irish had suffered forced trauma in Ireland as had all of Europe and then upon arriving in America both Irish and Blacks were not made welcome…I know I do not understand what it is like to walk in the moccasins of Native American’s or to walk in the shoes of the Black Community….I do know what it is like to be Irish and to be hated and despised for the crime of being Irish for the crime of being an indigenous white woman whose tribe was oppressed and annihilated and destroyed for centuries…My God in what is termed “states of fear”…Irish children were treated worse than Russia’s prisoners in Russia’s archipelago of prison systems…My God in Ireland Irish children were forcibly removed from their war torn small homes the tiny existence of these Irish children was forever altered by unjust laws under the soft speech child care…Yet child care was not being given…Irish children particularly Irish boys and this must be said the abuses done to Irish boys in the name of God of all things were the worst…Irish children were brutally starved and beaten for the slightest infraction forced to wear clothing not fit for purpose fed barely anything and certainly nothing nutritious and raped…My God the pornographic aspect of the abuses done to Irish children by roman catholic priests and nuns in Ireland would turn your stomach…They psycho social aspect of the pornographic abuse was participated in large part by these horrible witches these nuns who would procure boys who were often summoned to some brother’s house to be raped…My God Irish children were forced into slave labor such as farm help and laundry help such as the Magdalene laundries…To name but one of many such slave labor camps for Irish Children…”States of fear” describes ways trauma based control was used to control Irish children to destroy the Irish child from the inside out so as to create an abusive type or a type that was broken not whole as an adult…Hence types like my own poor elderly mother who is very narcissistic due to abuses done to her as a little girl in the druidic wicked lost Irish school system in the 1930’s the 1940’s and the 1950’s…The theater of life was altered irreversibly changed via centuries of systemic abuse of children around the world done in the name of God…This damaged how these children who survived this torturous existence viewed the world…Systemic abuse from systems of a down instilled fear in billions around the world and feeds the contraception and abortion mindset and industry…My God visitors to Irish homes throughout these past centuries would pose as travelers in need of Irish hospitality or as friends from local churches which were mostly Roman Catholic in Ireland…These false friends would report to local authorities the conditions of that little Irish home finding false faults with the poverty found therein and authorities who had no justifiable reason or authority would present themselves at these modest homes and forcibly remove children from Irish homes…My God during my most recent two years in Ireland my own nosy elderly Aunt the proud roman catholic nun behaved like a total creepy stalker…And I was told by my neighbors that my lying sack of shit Auntie who cried wolf that she was ill and could not get out much…Was very much out and about asking the neighbors where I lived all about me her niece in a vile effort to dig up dirt on me so as to destroy me and my child…My piece of shit Auntie the proud false Christ false Mary nun went so far as to send relatives to darken my door who did not have the manners or common decency to get out of their car to speak to me and my son…Instead they sat in my driveway staring at us in disbelief that I was in Ireland…My God before my return to Ireland I received threats from that same snobby couple from the husband stating and I quote “you cannot afford to move to Ireland…That is not on because you cannot afford to buy a house and a car”…That message served to piss me off since I had no intention of buying a house during my time in Ireland…I moved to Ireland anyway and purchased a used car that I drove for a year in Ireland on my USA license…Once my USA license expired I sold that car with the help of a nearby car dealership and never looked back…I decided not to drive anymore and not to renew my USA driver license…My God the mother superior at my proud Auntie’s religious order told me to and I quote “think long and hard before I return to Ireland”…What the fuck??? …Years ago not that long ago my proud Auntie was only too happy to accommodate me in Dublin even giving me the use of the use of the mother superior’s room in Dublin…What changed???…What gives???…I will tell you what changed…I had become a single mother through a scumbag piece of shit roman catholic priest…That is what changed…I had become an embarrassment to my proud family particularly my proud Auntie the nun…My presence was no longer welcome among my own people my own family and extended family who are guilty of using vile contraception and abortions as birth control…My proud Auntie was vicious during my time in Ireland with my son…She told me that and I quote her now “my mother had too many children”…That she supports the use of birth control in my cousin’s marriages since child birth is very troublesome and difficult for women…My God my proud Auntie proceeded to encourage me to gamble and to take a course in witchcraft…A course in witchcraft was being offered at the roman catholic cult in the small village of Knock where I was living at the time…I forget the name of the course…During my two years in Knock I lived a very simple and quiet life and kept strictly to myself…I did not allow strange visitors or callers who visited my home to darken my door for very long…I had to seal up the mail box which allowed mail to be delivered directly into the home I rented and arrange through the post office via purchasing my own mail box that was placed outside that house…The postal workers had a key to deliver the mail and I had a key which limited access from what I call “invaders from the lost ark”…My sarcasm shining through here…Prior to taking that step I was getting junk mail from crazy neighbors which obliged me to march over to such neighbors and return said junk mail…My mail box would have been used as a dumping ground for bull shit of the lowest order and I was not having any part with that madness…The village of Knock was a very quiet very tiny village with a horrible history similar to the horrible histories of the Native American Tribes…Knock is full of mass graves of the dead now over grown with grass and moss but cordoned off on private property making these mass graves impossible to access for purposes of paying respects and such…A message on a graveyard located in the village of Knock sent chills down my spine…The message was asking God through Mary to bless the children buried in the village of Knock and the “unbaptized children buried elsewhere”…My God during my two years there I learned from people in passing that Knock is surrounded by and full of mass graves that formed hills of the dead…The phrase that comes to my mind concerning Ireland not limited to Knock is this “the hills are silent full of the dead”…My God I wonder if the Apparition in Knock was a silent Apparition due to the deadly silence of the hidden horrible history of the dead children from Irish Gulag’s that fill these mass graves of mostly children…During my time in Knock I prayed for justice to fall from Heaven since there is no justice on earth…I make everything I do a prayer for justice…The mass destruction of holy innocent children in the name of God increased exponentially in the past five hundred years with the last two hundred years being the worst…Culminating in the masterful dark art of annihilating our species via legalized abortion on demand which was unfurled in Ireland with the vile abortion vote that occurred during my time in Ireland…God help us all my crazy proud Auntie spiteful though she was – likely helped to keep me safe with her nosy inquiries about her niece in Knock…Word spread that one from my tribe was home from America and word spread too that I was feisty like my own Irish Mammy and not to be interfered with or messed with…My own Auntie the nun was surprised as were others that during my two years in Knock that I was not raped and murdered and robbed blind…I was able to stay safe with the help of heaven…I got a dog who was a good guard dog…I got an alarm system installed that was a powerful effective deterrent…I changed how I got my mail…I interrogated the piss out of anyone who came to my door…Who sent you? Why are you here?…May I see your identification please?…I see your registration number and make of your vehicle and I have a good sketch of you now do tell me what you are doing here?…Few returned unless it was local Garda whom I always showed great respect since my own Grandpa on Mom’s side was a Garda…Local Garda doing their job is one thing…Busy bodies up to no good is another matter entirely…The local Garda were always kind and gave me sound advice on ways to stay safe…I only had one bad experience with a female Garda whom I had to correct and whose boss who witnessed her behavior towards me ordered her to get in the Garda car and her boss dealt with me instead…The matter at hand was resolved and no one was in any trouble…That female Garda tried to use intimidation tactics and threatening speech to instill in me a “state of fear”…That failed and she was corrected for that…I was later given the details on that female Garda her first and last name and information about her life…I was informed that she was an angry young woman who hates the drunks she has to deal with in her line of duty…Knowledge is power intelligence is power and ways to level the diabolical power play dance that goes on around the world…Is to obtain intelligence on anyone who comes to your door…I did nothing with that information except to request from the Garda my civil right not to be obliged to have to deal with that particular female Garda again which was honored…My God she was a nut job very narcissistic and on a power trip and during my very brief interactions with her that female Garda tried to cause alienation of affection between my young son and me his mother…I had to tell my child to go back inside the house that I would deal with the Garda…My God that female Garda who was very young and was what I would describe as a young gun hot to trot and too big for her boots tried to incite within me an angry response so that if I cussed and called her names she could have arrested me on the spot for cussing at the Garda…I reamed her out of it and yelled at her at the top of my lungs so that my neighbors could hear…I did not cuss at all and instead ripped her a new one…Telling her she was way out of line that she had no business attacking me like that and that on my watch she would not get away with it…I told her that she was putting words in my mouth that I never said and making false claims about me that will not stand…That she was abusing her position of authority to intimidate me and that she needed to back off…It was then that her boss told that bitch to get into the Garda car…I never saw that bitch again and when I contacted the local Garda my request not to deal with her ever again was honored…There were times she answered the phone when I contacted the Garda for minor things…I let her know on no uncertain terms…I knew exactly who she was and after that I had no further issues with local Garda who to their credit showed me great respect…I share this story with my readers because I know what it is like to be abused by horrible people in authority who ruin it for the others who are decent…That nasty female Garda is not fit for purpose and makes the rest of her peers look bad…No different than the corruption you find around the world in all walks of life…During my time in Ireland I met many odd people who in less than five minutes would pepper me with questions like an interrogation…An old farmer did that at a grocery store…My God his questions came like machine gun interrogation…Are ya married???…Where’s your husband???…What school does your son attend???…That creep was not satisfied with general replies he wanted details…So I gave him false details some cock and bull story and he could tell I was full of shit…I then proceeded to interrogate him…Where do you live???…Where is that exactly???…I peppered him with the same line of questioning…It shut him up fast since he could not control me or manipulate me or my emotions and he sure as hell could not intimidate me or scare me…I did that a lot with nosy interrogator creeps in Ireland…It never ceases to amaze me how men and women think they can control and manipulate the emotions of their targets…I see these creeps coming from afar off and by the time they get to me…I send them running in fear…It gets funny when I have more intelligence on them than they do on me…When I describe the tapestry of their lives for them it shuts them up fast and intimidates the piss out of my foes…I had the satisfaction of doing that in Ireland more than once…Reminding my proud foes to be grateful they inherited what they did and that they got very good deals in their business dealings with land and property purchases…My God the information I had scattered many a proud in the conceit of their black lost sheep hearts…I knew former pupils of school teachers including my nasty proud Auntie…I had enough intelligence to keep my family safe and to professionally tell creepy busy bodies to fuck off…As a diviner I know stuff about my foes that they do not have to tell me which serves me well…My ability to read hearts has scattered many a hostile power behind lost sheep who dared try to darken my door…Many today lead double lives are duplicitous in their dealings with others particularly in their own homes…Now that the children are no more the bad theater of mankind only has players confined to wheelchairs…The wheelchairs of their inability to love and care for their own children due to vile “states of fear” of raising children that feeds the demonic realm of astaroth and asmodeus contracepton birth control and abortion…As a thank you for listening to my reflection enjoy my song titled wolves…A song I wrote in honor of my own beloved deceased father…May he rest in peace…In honor of Fathers day I share this song titled wolves………..Namaste…………