Supreme Sanctuary – A Reflection

This poem titled Supreme Sanctuary was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Pages 216 – 217 “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 Supreme Sanctuary consists of five stanzas with seven lines each…The featured image I choose for this reflection is of my son and I during our epic climb to the top of Croagh Patrick in 2017 with the letters in yellow titled Mystical Drums which is the name of a song I wrote called Mystical Drums…I will now quote from Akiane’s amazing poem…”Eternal childhood—with delicate demands . . . No reflections have been gathered in the same-hue gardens—A journey too physical across the cross road of bridges.” Leaving out a portion of this epic poem I continue to quote this amazing eleven year old girl Akiane…”There is a supreme sanctuary—so rare that a falling luminosity is fluid and can be captured. All of its changes are layers of immaculacy gardening life where each fragrant flower I put into my hair is a butterfly.” Leaving out more of this poem I quote the last stanza…”For some reason I cannot wait to be mixed up into the chaste pigments of all experiences. For some reason I cannot wait for the journey which is the only way to reach the light.” To read this poem in its entirety you will have to purchase your very own copy of this amazing book of poetry…The featured image I selected represents heaven to me in the sense that to get to heaven we all must go through the mountain of life the mountain of daily life which I call The Climb to the Supreme Sanctuary which is Heaven…Croagh Patrick represents the sacred climb to Heaven for many reasons…I am Irish and though I am no longer a roman catholic I do believe in the story of Saint Patrick whom I sincerely do believe was a holy man if all that was said of him be true sure there is no reason for me to question his sanctity his saintly state…I say this because Ireland was once known and noted as being the land of Saints and Scholars…Though nowadays one would have no idea that was once part of ancient Irish History…I do believe Saint Patrick was holy and is likely a Saint in Heaven…I say likely simply because the terrible truth is not one of us on earth truly knows of all the armies of Saints in Heaven and not one of us will truly know until the day of contention known only to the God Of Life…Many today climb many mountains to get to the top such as fame and success…As in the story of Miley Cyrus who has done fabulously well in the music industry and whose songs inspire little people like me to be the best we can be knowing that there can only be one Miley Cyrus….I cannot sing like Miley can sing she is very talented as many of us know…I have my own unique special talents that are indigenous in nature not meant to be great per say but meant to be shared all the same with our fallen world…I will tell you a short story now if you do not mind…I call this story the family of Pride…

The family of pride

This is a family that I met in person and with whom I had dealings with for nine years…During my own crisis pregnancy due to rape…This family decided to help me through those difficult years…Early on in my interactions with this family they were very kind to me and to their credit they took me under their wing like wolves who take in a lost sheep…This pack of wolves God love them and God bless them took in a lost sheep and it is true I was lost very lost twelve years ago…I met this family through a very kind and noble roman catholic priest…I tell the world this is part of my story because all of us know that not every roman catholic priest is a scumbag child rapist and killer and rapist of men and women…We all know this…I left the roman catholic church because that church is rotten to the core and nothing good can come of it or its members…Nothing against those who try their best to be good and to do good it is no longer possible to remain holy while serving the devil who is set to sit on the chair of Peter as prophesied in sacred scriptures…Ignorance of sacred scriptures is ignorance of the true Jesus Christ…Something mankind who call themselves Christian would do well to never ever forget for all eternity…This family of pride saw themselves as being above me in social status and in every way because in their eyes I was a lowly single mother and for some reason they thought I was a priest chaser a woman who pursued and went after roman catholic priests for sex…That family never knew that I was raped…I was too traumatized from years of abuse to even know how to tell that family that I was raped…I had shut down inside I was dead inside and it was not possible for me back then to tell a soul the hell I lived through…As the years passed and as my son Grew up that family of pride showed me great disdain and great disrespect…The hatred they showed me was so great that when I attended the same Cathedral as them they would literally get up and move to another part of that Cathedral sitting in a separate pew to get the hell away from myself and my son…Now what was so cruel about this and awful is that for a long time that family insisted that both my son and I sit with them…It was as the years passed that they would do this without ever giving me the dignity the respect of telling me they felt the need to do that…That family of pride did that many times to me and I got the message loud and clear that I was no longer good enough to sit with them and that they actually hated my guts and everything about me…In fact by the grace of God and only by the grace of the God of life…I received a voicemail not intended for me but somehow a pocket call was made to my phone by the husband of this family of pride and in that voicemail I heard the wife calling me a bitch and demanding of her husband yelling at her husband and I quote her now “why are you calling that bitch?”…My God I was floored I was in a state of total shock when I heard that voicemail…I knew by their behaviors and actions that I was hated by this large family of pride but the extent of their vile hatred of me was not revealed to me right away but over time and with the help of heaven I discovered exactly how much this family despised both me and my son…The wife who is a fluent Spanish Speaker from Puerto Rico was busy bad mouthing me like a snake in the grass for years to her own mother and others all around town…My God that woman was vicious so vicious and bold that she got sloppy in her vile attacks on me and would bad mouth me in Spanish in front of me and in my presence…That proud bitch that proud back biter had no idea that I had a firm grasp of the Spanish language a language that I sing in as well…That woman along with others like her never bothered to get to know the real me…All she wanted to see was me down trodden down and out a lowly lowlife single mother not worthy of respect dignity or anything for that matter…That vicious wolf in sheep’s clothing that woman was jealous of a friendship I had with a wealthy woman whose friendship proved false as well…My God it was only by the grace of my God who is the God of life that with the help of Heaven was what that woman was truly like exposed to me and others around her…I will name this woman first name only and describe for you my readers her pathology which is the same as another woman who was also busy bad mouthing me behind my back…I will name both women and discuss their pathology here…Sara whom I call Sara B for Beelzebub and Janette D whom I will call Janette Demon both come from broken homes…Sara B’s mother was a single mother who tried to abort Sara so Sara sad to say but also glad to say and I am grateful to say this is an abortion survivor…Meaning I am genuinely very glad that Sara survived a heinous abortion attempt on her sacred life as a helpless infant…Despite the fact that Sara B was horrible to me I do not hate that woman and I do not begrudge her her right to life and her right to be a right bitch to me…Fair enough both of these women made me stronger and made me who I am today…Janette D whom I call Janette Demon was born to a single mother who had many children from the same man and possibly from different men I am not certain…All I know is that both Sara and Janette’s mother’s were not married…This filled both women with toxic shame and both women are extremely insecure and narcissistic and they hide behind frail egos so frail that both women saw fit to destroy me with their vile lips of wars many wars…Janette was rejected by her own birth father who as Janette tells anyone who will listen refused to allow his own children to ride in his car…That must have been very demoralizing and very degrading…I feel for Janette there I truly do…After all I was born in wedlock to a very loving mother and father who despite serious problems loved all eight of their children…So much so that my father would pile all of us into the car and take us camping…I have no idea what it is like to survive an abortion attempt…My God I thank the God of Life for my own mother and father who spared me the trauma of a vile abortion attempt…My God I have no idea what it is like to be rejected by my father to such a degree that I could not ride in his car…I will never know what that kind of rejection is like thanks be to my God who is the God of life…Janette in her vile insecurities saw fit to bad mouth me to anyone who would listen and between both Janette and Sara both women did their best to destroy my good name in the small town I lived in for nine years almost ten years…Proud Janette is married with twelve children and proud Sara is married with seven or eight children…Both women boast incessantly that they married well and lorded the fact that they are married and I am not married over my lowly single motherhood for years…Janette’s husband has a serious alcohol problem and addiction to video gaming…Both addictions have affected their large family so much so that Janette was obliged to work for a time…After winning a significant case in their favor due to medical malpractice that family moved to Puerto Rico and they go back and forth from Puerto Rico to the town I knew them in to visit their grown children there…My God after I moved to Ireland…I discovered that proud Janette’s daughter Mary got pregnant by her boyfriend and is also a single mother though in Mary’s case Mary is engaged to her boyfriend….I state this because Janette apologized to me over the phone for being so awful to me and Janette told me that she was abused by hate speech by members of her catholic church cult over Mary’s pregnancy and single motherhood…Mary birthed a healthy beautiful baby and is doing fantastic…Janette’s husband Dale was beastly to me horrible actually…He was verbally abusive and told me and I quote Dale now that “I should never have more children”…My God both Janette and Dale said that to me which was horrific…My God had I been raped again or gotten pregnant again I would have felt great pressure to have an abortion due to hate speech like that…I would never tell a soul that they should never have children or more children full stop…Then when Dale was drunk he would make lewd remarks to me and Dale asked me to give him rides home when I was driving home from a social event that he was at…I had to insist on driving another older lady with us for safety reasons as I never ever wanted to find myself alone with the likes of scumbag shithead alcoholic lowlife Dale…A real piece of shit who hates women like me…I suppose in the eyes of Dale I am nothing but a piece of ass to that vicious vile snake in the grass…Dale is ugly as hell not good looking at all and even if he was handsome I never had any interest in him…Janette is a fat slob and looks like shit on the best of days…She is but fucking ugly too and I state this because her ugly interior matches her ugly exterior that woman is a beastly bitch from hell…Both Janette and Dale got their stomach’s tucked in a procedure covered by their health insurance so great was their obesity problems…I was supportive of this and when their false friend the rich Bitch whom I was once friends with told me I was happy for Janette and Dale who saw fit not to tell me and were upset that the Rich Bitch the wife of a wealthy doctor told me…That rich woman was a nightmare on earth…I wrote a song about that bitch called psychotic Rita which describes that nightmare on earth…My God with friends like that who needs enemies? No wonder I am at a point in my life where I loathe the notion of ever getting to know another human being because for years and years I got nothing but a fucking shit storm…Nine years I was friends with these bitches and they all proved to be false back biting female wolves in sheep’s clothing…I was devastated by their false friendships…I never acted like I was better than those bitches…A woman named Laurie was a total bitch as well…Laurie boasted while visiting my apartment about the great sex she was having with her husband of many years and made fun of me for my state in life as a single mother…Laurie H whom I call Laurie Hell has three children one daughter who uses contraception due to her diabetes condition and is refusing to even try to have children and justifies vile birth control while claiming she is Christian…She lived with her boyfriend for a time and parades around with a stupid tattoo on her foot that looks like hell…That woman is bat shit crazy…Laurie H has another daughter who is very lovely on the outside but is known for screwing around and has earned herself a reputation as a slut…That slut tried to encourage me to date when she noticed my own dramatic weight loss and transformation…I did not listen to her since she did not earn my respect…She had a baby by a man who was very abusive to her and that abuse was enabled by the shit heads in her life including both Laurie Hell and her stupid husband who allowed that baby to be cared for by the abusive father and his family…That was a mess…That same daughter got involved with another man who was really into her but she insisted on being free to sleep around and was on contraception…I cannot make this shit up…Laurie H had all of her reproductive organs removed in a total hysterectomy and cannot have more children for that reason…Laurie H is a living breathing walking dead soul a zombie a woman with no womb due to allowing horrible witch doctors to remove her reproductive organs citing endometriosis as a reason for this…Now I am not a doctor but I recognize and smell a rat when I see a rat…That procedure was likely not needed and as a result Laurie H is yet another statistic of the war on all flesh the war on the womb and God love her and God help her…Laurie H will likely die before her husband because the lifespans of women with a history of a full hysterectomy done at a young age are shortened causing these women to die sooner than they should…I do not wish any ill or harm on any of these crazy women…Not at all it is maddening and crazy how these women treated me but as sad and tragic as my story is…Their stories are not any better…Sure all three women married well that is true but that is where it ends…My God Janette’s proud children and this is not the fault of their children rather the fault of their diabolical parents would boast in my presence and in front of my son who was friends with these kids that they were better than my son and I…I witnessed that many times…My son was too little to care and I am grateful that my son was too little to care…Now that my son is older my son is old enough to care and my son has zero interest in ever seeing any of those kids ever again…My son like myself does not wish these people any harm though my son did say that perhaps the God of life whom I believe in has left these people to their own devices for being so horrible to me his mother and to him my son…I had a dream two nights ago about Janette and Dale…In my dream Janette was busy serving her own selfish interests and was very happy she was wealthy and was busy at the bank…Dale was busy drinking alcohol and both Janette and Dale were neglecting their children and in my dream I rescued one of their children from a sink that the child was left sitting in unattended and naked…In this dream I rescued that child and comforted that naked child and dressed the child…Now Janette and Dale are guilty of neglecting their children I witnessed this first hand…Janette put great pressure on her older children to care for her younger children while Janette busied herself pursuing her own selfish interests…Janette is very selfish and very ugly both inside and outside…Janette told me herself that as a young girl she did violence to a child in her own house…Janette told me that she literally stomped on her younger sibling who was sleeping in a crib…My God Janette has been an ugly horrible person for years…The roman catholic priest who introduced Janette and Dale to me told me himself that he did not approve of that marriage…That Janette does not stop boasting about how she pursued Dale aggressively demanding they be more than friends via letters and phone calls…Putting great pressure on Dale to marry Janette…Janette to this day boasts non stop ad nauseam and incessantly about how she hunted down and trapped Dale into marrying her…Twelve children later Janette is a washed out overweight obese war pig slob and Dale the same except Dale is addicted to alcohol and video games…In the dream that I had about these two lost sheep…I told Dale to quit the drink or he will rue the day he ever drank alcohol and that his alcohol addiction is destroying him and his family…These two have a grown son named Jacob who is studying for the roman catholic priesthood…Jacob used to glare at me with vile hatred which was terrifying to me as I had not done anything to deserve Jacob’s vile hatred…My God the catholic daughters God love them and God help them made up of hardworking decent married and single women were very busy raising funds so that proud Jacob who glares at and hates single mothers like me can become a narcissistic vile roman catholic war pig shithead scumbag priest…An amazing single mother whom I met personally told me herself as she is a catholic daughter that these women were working hard to raise money for Jacob’s priesthood education…The thanks these good women get are angry glares from proud Jacob at single mother’s like me and more narcissistic abuse…Dale boasts on social media about how wonderful it is to have a priest for a son forgetting that many priests rape and lie and cheat and kill and destroy…I dedicate this story to Fr. Norman Weslin one of a few good ones in the roman catholic gulag shit storm of molesting priests who has since passed away…May Fr. Weslin rest in peace not in pieces like the devil who is set to sit on the chair of Peter wants…I am sorry so many horrible male and female wolves in sheep’s clothing exist these days all over the world not just in organized gulag religions…As for me and my house we serve the God of life found in the word of God and not found in any organized religion that hides child abuse and rapes behind the name of God…This story is part of my story which is a fucking shit storm one for the books…Heaven help us all…

The End

As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my song titled Mystical Drums and my song titled Raw which is War spelled backwards…Because from years of the war on all flesh I bear the scars and carry the burden of centuries of lies and deceit and vile hatred of all that is sacred…I do not do this alone I do not walk alone…I walk with the mystical armies of heaven whose shoes once trod this ould sod in Ireland and around the world. I include a song I wrote titled True Grit about what Croagh Park and Croagh Patrick means to me as an Irish woman an Irish Civilian forced to live in a war torn world…A war I never started A war that will be finished once and for all only with the help of heaven…Heaven help us all…………Namaste…………

…………Mystical Drums – Inspired by Miley Cyrus’s song The Climb – A song for Miley Cyrus – My thank you song to Miley Cyrus for inspiring little people like me to be the best we can be…………
…………I climbed a mountain too a real mountain called Croagh Patrick – not bad for an old lady with special needs who can be very cranky too like my beloved feisty Irish Mammy…………I also include a Vimeo link containing footage that was aired on National Television in Ireland and the UK which contains some footage of my rescue…………https://youtu.be/H6YFBMw0SY8…………
…………Raw – War spelled backwards – from years of the war on all flesh I am Raw…………