The Amnesia – The Measurements – A Reflection

These little reflections The Amnesia and The Measurements were authored by Akiane kramarik between the ages of 7-11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Six Page 281 — “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.”

The featured image I choose for this reflection is yours truly making fun of the roman catholic church…Something I enjoy doing from time to time…I bought that crazy T-Shirt at Spencer’s store at the mall…Funnily enough another day while wearing that very t-shirt beneath my jacket a roman catholic priest tried to get my phone number…He was wearing plain clothing and was doing a fundraiser for some cause…I had no idea he was a priest till he told me…I never give men I know nothing about my phone number…I simply unbuttoned my jacket and showed him my “Fucks I give nun” t-shirt…It was a divine comedy let me tell you very funny…His jaw dropped in shock shock horror and I smiled N said that’s how I feel about your roman catholic cult like church N no sir I don’t want yo phone numba…A few months later that same priest tried to approach me again and I said to meself these priests are bold as brass N a pain in the ass…He told me he was married before he became a priest that his marriage was a failure and so he became a priest…I thought that’s rich N now he is pursuing another woman as a priest…Good thing I ain’t no silly white rabbit…I was polite but went about my day N no he did not get my phone numba cuz “Fucks I give nun” — Dat’s wut my t-shirt says…Holla…In The Amnesia Akiane writes…”I wished I had a wish”…Leaving out a portion of that little reflection as part of building the mystery that is Akiane Karmarik and to encourage my readers to purchase your own copy of this amazing book of prose…Also, to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of a review which I am doing in the form of a series of reflections…In The Measurements Akiane writes…”The clock, the map, the scale, the compass, the telescope, the thermometer, the microscope,……………………………the prayer…” — When I was a very young little girl…I was full of joy and I loved to sing out loud…I was not good at singing so me mammy and siblings would tell me to shut the fuck up…That did not stop me I went out in yonder field which was my backyard…Where I lived I was on a block but in the back of this block of houses was a large field called Pete’s field…I loved to go in that field and eat wild berries and peas in the pod that grew wild…Amazingly looking back I somehow knew what I could eat and could not eat…I also knew which mushrooms were edible and which mushrooms were not edible…I used to pick mushrooms at five in the morning and bring them to my father and he would cook them…I did not like mushrooms then so I did this small act for love of my father my amazing Irish daddy…May he rest in peace…As the years passed and I grew up…I had many ups and downs and many devastating experiences on my own personal journey of eternity…There were days when I had many wishes I wanted to come true and there were days when I wished I was fucking dead…As a young girl I cried myself to sleep many nights due to abuse I was getting in my own home…My own mother verbally abused me and beat me black and blue the beatings were so awful that my arms and legs were purple from the bruises…No one noticed or cared about my abuse…My own brothers molested me and my father was a raging alcoholic who was not emotionally available or available in the right manner…Looking back I am convinced heaven raised me because apart from having food shoved in front of me on a plate by my disordered mother who often served me last and repeatedly told me I was not worth feeding…The abuse was so awful that I would regurgitate my food and throw up my meals in the bathroom…I could not keep my food down for years I lived like that a bundle of nerves…I was always very skinny and weak and I ate from the field…I ate wild berries and other little edibles…When I cried myself to sleep most nights…I used to rock myself back and forth with my arms folded…I also used to suck on my two middle fingers to self soothe instead of sucking my thumb…Many children will suck their thumb to self soothe…I used to suck on my two middle fingers…This caused my two front teeth to be crooked which remain crooked to this day…Self soothing is a coping skill that as children is done differently than as adults…During those years of gut wrenching tears…God would speak to me and tell me that the true Jesus Christ went before me and that the suffering of the true Jesus Christ was for holy innocence found in little children…God told me that it is the children who must teach the world…God told me that God had a plan for me that my soul was pre-destined for glory…God told me that legions of angels were watching over me and that these angel’s shed tears with me…That my suffering as God’s little girl would not be in vain…That my tears were being mystically gathered into heaven as a testimony before God’s throne as to the unspeakable childhood suffering caused by centuries of strife…As a child I did not understand then what I understand now…I received a vision as a young girl that the role I would play would involve heaven and earth…In my vision I was an adult clothed in white yet somehow angelic in nature as I was placed over San Francisco in the USA in a mystical manner like an angel who was communicating with heaven and with earth…This was a very powerful vision that I experienced around the age of nine…Around the age of nine I received many mystical gifts…A supernatural physical strength agility and ability that surpassed my pears and surprised many since I was a very frail and skinny little girl…This would explain how it was that at the age of nine while in a race..I fell down hard got up and still placed third which many were amazed by…I could fight boys bigger than me with a supernatural strength I did not know I had…I once threw a stone as a young girl so hard that someone got hit which surprised me and the one who got hit as I was very far away…I developed skills with animals at a very young age…Animals did my bidding…I walked through a field with bulls in it on my way to school for a shortcut and not one of those bulls bothered me…They would move their legs as if they were getting ready to charge…I simply talked to the bulls and reassured them that I meant them no harm and that I was simply going to school…Oddly enough my childish little girl voice soothed these fierce bulls and I was never harmed by a bull…I do not recommend walking through a field with bulls in it…That is something that I did is a small girl in Ireland…I was rather fearless in many respects…A real tomboy too and I often climbed trees too high up so that I got stuck and would yell bloody murder for help…One time while stuck high up in a tree I cussed like a sailor and my mammy told me I was an embarrassment…My mum was more worried about my bad language making her look bad than the fact that I was stuck in that tree…I managed to climb down but I was terrified of heights and it was the height that scared me…I share this part of my story with my readers because life was not always easy for me…The terrible reality too is this that many who pray today pray to deities that are none other than the devil himself…I am watching the Netflix show called Lucifer…It is very entertaining and Lucifer is very much a diabolical narcissistic fiend from hell itself…In the show Lucifer – the devil acts like he hates roman catholic priests and I observe in one of these episodes Lucifer describes a roman catholic priest who goes to lucifer for help…As a “pederasty nasty fellow”…Sorry if not exact quotes…The devil is in bed with the roman catholic church but wants the world to believe he hates that church which is true because the devil hates mankind…What is abundantly terribly true is the devil is set to sit on the chair of Peter in the roman catholic sex cult vile church…Funnily enough in the show Lucifer the devil enters a confessional to hear a woman confess to lusting after a man who is not her husband…The funny part is that lucifer tells her “splendid who’s the lucky fellow?” — Very funny yet very true of old lucy who tells her to feed her desires as follows notice that old lucy sees that the woman is already lost to the sin of lust — read and learn…The devil says in the show Lucifer – “If you wanted to be faithful you would not be fantasizing about hot sex with the other man would you?” (sorry if not exact quote) and that for her penance all she needs is “ten bloody mary’s and a good shag” – (lucifer morningstar from the Netflix show Lucifer) — It is very funny to watch yet the terrible truth is that is exactly how the devil works…In that confessional lucifer morningstar goes on to say – “go on do it with that fellow you can always confess and all will be forgiven isn’t that how this system works?” – ( From the Netflix show titled Lucifer – sorry if not exact quotes)—In that show as in life the devil can be a very smooth and fast talker…The voice of the devil be like diss yo…”yeah yeah go on go ahead behave badly you little miscreant I know you want to”…The devil appeals to our egos through pride to go about many a downfall one person at a time…The devil starts with suggestions always suggestions then the devil will push to see how low will a person go to fulfill many a disordered desire…Mankind forgets what sacred scriptures say about lust…It is written that men and women who lust with their eyes lust in their hearts and have fallen from angelic grace…To become angelic in the heavenly realm then one must not sin with their eyes their hearts and all of their senses…Many a village idiot repeat confessions because they have no true desire to give up serious sins…In confession it is often a case of the blind leading the blind…As a thank you for reading this reflection…Enjoy my latest silly song titled Mammy Don’t Worry Bout Diss One — ya numba five…N — My crazy bank card song titled Listen Up Yo Biches — N My satan diss track series…

…………Namaste…………

…My latest silly song titled Mammy Don’t Worry Bout Diss One — ya Numba Five….
…My crazy bank card song — holla — listen up yo biches…
…My satan diss track series — hiss hiss hiss…