The Exchanged – The Eyes Of Love – A Reflection

These little reflections The Exchanged and The Eyes Of Love 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 291 — “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 and my son when he was still young enough to enjoy dressing up for halloween…In this pose I am dressed like a warrior princess and my son is one of my sir knights…Very viking like or Joan Of Arc style…I let the viewer decide whether I am a viking chooser of the slain also known as a Valkyrie or a Joan Of Arc character…I consider myself a mystical spiritual warrior woman…In The Exchanged Akiane writes…”The exchanged human being is an abandoned human being — Applauding such trade exposes a heart with so many exits but without a single entrance”…Wow this reflection is amazing as it showcases ways those who support and aid and abet doing the unthinkable which is trading human beings be it for sex trafficking or slavery in all its ugly forms or abortions which is a form of trade are hearts with many an exit but no room for entrance…Meaning there is no grace and no room for grace to enter black hearts or deadened hearts…Hearts that deal in human trade in all its ugly forms are dead to the God of life and live only for the devil himself…In The Eyes Of Love Akiane writes…”the brakes were still i turned away and saw the deep pearly eyes of love the next morning the sunrise began to drift”…Because the word i is written in lower case i not upper case I…I understand this reflection is about a child who is likely on their bicycle and has to brake and look up…Or it could be a child who observes a driver of a car or vehicle or someone else riding their bicycle whose brakes are still…That is the visual I get when I read this reflection…When the child says “i turned away and saw the deep pearly eyes of love”…One might wish to think this is positive yet somehow I get a visual of a predator whose pearly eyes of love are predatory…I say this because of the way this reflection ends…”the next morning the sunrise began to drift”…Which suggests confusion in the sense that the sun is seen rising in an area that is not familiar to the child hence the idea of a drifting sunrise…Or worse yet the child could be held captive in a dark place with no sunrise to see…Reflections can be interpreted in many ways which is why Akiane leaves the words I and i and you and You open to the reader to interpret as they see fit…Another reader could very well see this reflection in a totally different light…I would like to share an experience I recently had with my readers in the form of a very vivid dream…I was fast asleep sound asleep when I had this dream a dream I remember in great detail…I have experienced detailed dreams over the years which I believe happen for a reason and in my story these dreams are most often warning dreams…This is my story…

Diviners dream many dreams and do very well interpreting dreams – I am a diviner…

This is my story

I must begin prior to sharing my most recent lucid dream that I experienced while fast asleep with a little history for my readers…In the year 2016 and 2017…I felt called by the Universe and Heaven to write to a certain roman catholic prelate in a certain manner…The way that I wrote to this man was unusual because roman catholic priests marry God they marry a deity they call God…The deity they marry demands their fidelity and unwavering chastity poverty and obedience…Chastity means that these men are not supposed to have sex with anyone and are expected not to lust after women…Sadly many a roman catholic prelate is guilty of raping men women and children leaving many blindsided and speechless in shock shock horror…Part of my story is I had a number of visions about this particular prelate and I felt that the universe wanted me to tell this prelate the things I saw in my visions…I had a vision of him wearing a stole around his neck…A stole is considered a sacred ritual item also known as a liturgical vestment that is used when prelates hear confessions and perform certain religious rituals…In this vision I was shown this prelate in a crossroads in terms of his mind and where he was at in his life…That he had led a very bad life and was full of diabolical pride false piety false humility and worse yet that he lusted after women on a regular basis and had a serious problem with masturbation…Something I was shown in this mystical vision of this prelate…I was shown as it were the state of his eternal soul the state of his being which at the time was diabolical…At the time of that vision I was still a member of the roman catholic cult and so I did not understand what virtue posers are and what virtue signalers are like…I only learned those terms during my two years in Ireland and Europe…Which was from 2017 – 2019…I wrote that prelate the things I felt I needed to say to him which included that I felt he was called to leave the roman catholic priesthood and marry a woman…That it is possible he was meant to marry me and start a new life a new ministry in the form of a marriage a married couple…As you can imagine my messages were not well received at all which I expected…I did not expect that man to receive my messages well at all…In fact his responses to my messages went as expected…Being full of pride that man accused me of being delusional…I corrected him for this and said I never once approached him for a thing other than confession and some questions I needed to ask him…Further to this I donated time and money to his cult but never once did I ever suggest anything untoward and certainly not a romance…I had learned many lessons from mistakes I had made in my own life and now that I was a single mother due to coerced sex from my spiritual director a roman catholic priest…There was no way in hell or on earth that I would allow that to happen to me ever again…I learned my lesson let me tell you…This prelate became angry with me and was very hostile towards me and women in that cult told me that I was being watched…I replied that I do not mind being watched as I live a rather boring quiet and simple life that those watching me will be bored in no time flat…One time I did not go to their mass on an Ash Wednesday a day that is not obligatory unlike Sunday Mass which according to the roman catholic cult is obligatory and punishable if you fail to go to Sunday Mass and Confession on a regular basis…Well I choose not to go to mass one Ash Wednesday in the year 2017 or 2016 sorry I forget the exact year…I had nasty women from that cult tell me that they knew I did not go to mass on Ash Wednesday to which I smiled and replied it is not obligatory…My reply silenced these witches…These women were and remain witches indoctrinated in witch craft for centuries now found in the unholy ungodly murderous child and adult sex cult that is the filthy dirty rotten vile roman catholic church…I realized then that the God of life had a plan for me and it is plain for me to see that I was meant to get the hell out of the roman catholic sex cult…In order to get the hell out I had to be very careful…I had to be careful who I told my personal business to… I never told any of the crazy women in that cult or crazy men the things I told that prelate…Sadly many thought falsely that I was pursuing that prelate for sex which is something I never did…That prelate tried to kiss me a number of times which confused me during confession times whereby he would demand that I meet him for confession behind the baptismal font at the Cathedral he served at for a time or behind a stupid false Mary statue…During those times that man leaned in so close to me that I could breathe his breath…I realize now he was coming on to me but back then I was too stupid to see this…I had no idea I was clueless…All I knew was that I had decided to never ever get involved with a roman catholic priest ever again…With my stupid mind made up that way there was no way in hell I would ever allow another roman catholic priest to seduce me ever again…I like to say fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me…I do not allow myself to be fooled twice and if I am ever fooled thrice those who fool me will rue it for all eternity…I know I am stupid and not much and I have had to learn valuable lessons the hard way sad to say…As pathetic as my life story can be and has been in many respects…Prelates like this one take the biscuit and are more pathetic than I ever could be…At least I sorted myself out and now it is my turn to turn my “mess into my message” — Joyce Meyers….Something I learned from a wonderful woman who speaks about Christianity named Joyce Meyers…My message is this it is my hope that by sharing my stupid story with the world that others will learn from stupid mistakes I have made and hopefully not make the same stupid mistakes…In 2017 I moved from the Midwest of the USA to another part of the Midwest for a short time and then I moved to Ireland with my son…In the process of moving to Ireland I had to be very careful and keep to myself…During my time in the other part of the Midwest that I stayed in for a short period…I did look into going to the roman catholic church in that area but when I inquired I found the women there to be very creepy and untoward and intrusive with very bad social skills and poor manners…I was so put off by these women whom I had never met before…I made the decision then and there not to set foot in another catholic church in America…It was then and there that I quit going to that cult in America…After I moved to Ireland with my son my son told me things that prelate did such as he would ask my son to tell me his mother that he thought I looked pretty…That is something my then nine year old child should not have to process or have to tell an adult and certainly not his own mother…That prelate was out of bounds on so many levels I am speechless…There were no boundaries when it came to his vile hatred of me as a single mother…One day when in the USA and living not far from the Cathedral in which that prelate served…I did call him to ask him would he visit my modest apartment home to pray over my son who was very sick with flu like symptoms and because my son was very asthmatic for years I was genuinely worried about my boy…That prelate refused to come and pray over my child stating that he was too busy and also that he was struggling himself from scruples or scrupulosity…That he was struggling with his own scruples…I did not understand then what I understand now…Back then I was hurt by this and took it as a rejection of me as a single mother who was deemed unworthy of a priestly visit for a blessing for my sick boy…Later on I realized that the problem was his that he found me attractive and did not trust himself around me…I realized this later on from things my son told me and by my own processing of ways this prelate acted around me…When in my presence he would sweat and wring his hands and stare at my lips then look away…He acted like a school boy around me and it was my own son who saw this and told me that he thought this prelate liked me…My son was often with me when I visited this prelate for confession or other things…My son would simply wait for me in the pew while I went to confession…Looking back I am in shock shock horror that I was so stupid and that I trusted swine like that prelate…I know I am far from perfect but in our personal journeys of eternity when we trust pigs then we do trow our pearls the pearls of our trust before swine pigs like that prelate who are unworthy of our trust…I say this in the mystical sense…During my time in Ireland I did email that prelate who then saw fit to accuse me of “saying bad things about pope john paul II” — and went so far as to send detectives from Ireland to my modest home to question me…The detectives were very kind they were one man and one woman who gave me a voice…When I showed these detectives a text I had from that beast of a man stating that he would be “present more fully in the future”…Sorry if not exact quote but the message of being more present more fully was in that text as well as in the future…The detectives said there is something wrong with that priest and they offered to protect me from him…In 2017 and 2018 Ireland was in the throes of dealing with the fallout of systemic abuse and was and remains well versed in the psychopathy of narcissists and abusive types…By the time I was visited by two detectives at the behest of this nasty prelate in America Ireland had experienced a massive mass exodus from the roman catholic church whereby many priests left to marry women…In fact a priest had left not far from where I lived and married a woman…Also mass graves were being discovered such as the mother baby home in Tuam and items making the news were testimonials from women who were wives and mothers who were raped by roman catholic priests and also making the news were children who were now adults who had testified to being raped and abused by pedophile roman catholic priests and nuns…Also making the news was the fact that Irish children were abused in industrial schools and young girls were accessed for rape by false friends and many wolves in sheep’s clothing in lovely roman catholic cult like Ireland…These industrial schools and mother baby homes and magdalene laundries were run by corrupt nuns and prelates expert in their dark arts of covering up their heinous crimes…These mothers were raped as young girls in Ireland by roman catholic priests and roman catholic men young and old and forced into these diabolical mother baby homes for unwed mothers…The magdalene laundries in Ireland is an example of the slave labor young Irish girls who were raped and impregnated by bad men were forced into…These rapes often occurred under the pretense of false love and in the form of coercive control verbal abuse and grooming practices setting these young girls up to be receptive to sex and once that girl was impregnated the man took off and publicly shamed these girls…The public shaming was so horrible in Ireland’s history that prelates would announce in their filthy churches and I quote “a scandal has come to this town” sorry if not exact quote then a public verbal lashing and verbal bashing of some young girl would be done so as to publicly shame for all eternity not only the pregnant girl but also her whole family and relatives…This kind of systemic abuse of Irish children young girls who often just hit puberty went on for centuries in good old Irish catholic Ireland…The young pregnant girl would be whisked away and sent to life a life of toxic shame in slavery in magdalene laundries and other such hellholes…It is fair to say that pope john paul II did a bang up job of destroying the youth of Ireland both boys and girls due to pedophile child molestations that went on unabated under his watch and also under his watch pedophiles were often relocated and never rehabilitated though this cult called the roman catholic church falsely claimed to rehabilitate their sex perverts…I include a link about the magdalene laundries for my readers to see…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magdalene_Laundries_in_Ireland – This link tells you what the magdalene laundries in Ireland were like…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Secours_Mother_and_Baby_Home — this link describes the mother baby home in Tuam Ireland — I visited that place of death and destruction and literally felt sick to my stomach…For me it was no different than visiting the Gulags of Germany or Russia…In the sense that those who visited Germany’s death camp sites and Russia’s death camp sites describe feeling physically ill…I experienced the same thing visiting the mass graves in Ireland…Sadly what was done to Irish children in the name of God in industrial schools and other hell holes has to this day gone unnoticed by the world and has been forgotten about and many ones like me are expected to act like these crimes against the humanity of the Irish nation never happened…What was done in Ireland was genocide and so help me God I will go to my grave raising awareness of the Irish genocide done by none other than the roman catholic cult and other cults like them and accomplished in large part by the evil genius who was and remains for all eternity none other than Napoleon Bonaparte of France…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commission_to_Inquire_into_Child_Abuse — This is a link that describes the Irish Governments investigations and reports as to the effects of child abuse in Ireland from 1936 and thereafter known as the Ryan report which is a very damning report about the problem of systemic child abuse in lovely Irish catholic Ireland…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust — this link barely scratches the surface of the Irish Holocaust also known as the Irish Genocide which includes but is not limited to the great famine of 1847 also known among the Irish as “Black 47″…

Now that you have some idea as to the depths of the depravities discovered in Ireland and revealed only with the help of heaven — done to Irish children in the dark…I will now tell you about the vivid lucid dream I recently had about that nasty prelate who hates women like me…

This is the dream I had in great detail….In my dream I witnessed this prelate speaking to one of my sisters my difficult bat shit crazy sister who works as a nurse…In the dream he was comforting my sister who was very vulnerable as she had lost a man she loved… A man who was important to my sister had died suddenly and my sister was devastated by this…In the dream I felt great sorrow for my sister because though my sister can be a pill to deal with I will always love my bat shit crazy sister…We are not close for sound reasons but that being said I do wish her well in life and I do not want to see my sister hurt and I also do not want any harm to come to my sister who like myself can be very vulnerable at times…I saw this dream like a movie that is how lucid and vivid it was…In this dream I experienced emotions and as I was experiencing these different emotions the God of life explained to me what was going on…That this prelate was trying to do some good by comforting my vulnerable sister during her time of loss…That in his own convoluted way this prelate was trying to get my attention in a vain effort to make me jealous of his connection with my vulnerable crazy sister…That this prelate does not know the evil he does or what he has become which is nothing but a low life virtue poser and virtue signaler who tries to evoke feelings of jealousy in the women around him not limited to women like myself and my sister…In this dream while I did experience the emotion of jealousy at this series of events the God of life showed me ways men act wrong and ways men do not act right in their dealings with women which can cause many problems between sisters and women in general…In the dream this prelate tried to approach me in my own private room but because I had some personal women’s things hanging up to dry…Personal intimate women’s things were washed and hanging up to dry something women are known to do when caring for their things…I was shown how this prelate was put off by my womanhood my femininity by walking into my personal things something he did not expect to encounter when he went to see me…This was all shown to me in this lucid dream…I then was shown other women who saw fit to use my personal space in a disrespectful manner which angered me…I was then shown my poor sister who was beside herself with grief…My poor sister whom as difficult as she can be to deal with I will always love…I approached my sister and gave her a gentle comforting hug as only a woman can do for another woman who is grieving a loss…My poor sister seemed receptive to my kind comforting gesture…I told my poor sister that she will be ok that in time she will heal from her devastating loss…Then I was told by others that this prelate was studying to become a nurse and to advance in the medical field…Now this was all a dream so as such this dream does not mean that this is reality…This is more of a mystical dream…This dream was a warning dream that this prelate would betray me something that has been prophesied by others for some time…Betray me by going behind my back to establish connections with my fucked up family particularly my bat shit crazy sister…Sadly my sister also views me in a bad light and believes that I too am bat shit crazy…Fair enough it is because my sister hates my guts does not wish me well at all and badmouths me every chance she gets…That I must leave my sister the nurse to her own devices…I did send an email to that prelate that I experienced this mystical dream which I understand is a warning dream…I told that prelate that I never ever want anything to do with this man in this life…That a few years ago there was a small window of opportunity to work with me but that window has since closed…He lost whatever chance he had with me not that he gives a damn or cares about a damn thing I have to say…I was meant to cross paths with that prelate to teach him valuable lessons about women and I was also to learn about narcissistic men like that prelate who are to be avoided like the plague…If I thought my sister would respect me enough to listen to me about this warning dream I would have no problem sharing this with her…My sister the nurse will lose a man who is young in years that is very important to her via a sudden death that could mean that this man who is young dies from a sudden car accident or illness…I was not shown who this man is or the manner of his death but that my sister will experience this devastating event in her personal life…As to the timeline I have no idea and I prefer not to know those details at this time…When I am shown series of events in lucid dreams the less I am shown the better…I cannot handle knowing too much…I publish my prophecy here on my blog so that when my sister whom I do sincerely love experiences this devastation my prophecy will have some merit to it…I have prophesied other events but never thought to publish them…I do publish them now without identifying the parties involved out of respect for their privacy…My sister will be forced by the God of life to be abased in her pride…The diabolical pride of my sister will be abased…Through the devastating experience yet to come my sister’s pride will be abased and leveled…My sister will emerge from this devastation better and stronger for it and her life will be altered and changed for all eternity by this devastating event which will shake my sister to the core of her very being…Something the God of life is allowing to bring my sister back from the brink of total destruction in terms of her mystical eternal soul…My own pride was abased long ago I too have been brought to my knees many times…In this process I became better and stronger for it for through my own infirmities and frailties I am strengthened mystically by the God of life…I asked the God of Life to abase my pride and abase my pride he did…I recently asked the God of life to close my womb for all eternity…I thought when I made this request that the God of life did not hear me…Within a month of making this request I am experiencing menopause or the change of life that women go through…The God of life is closing my sacred womb for all eternity as a mark of respect for my good faith efforts to do the next right thing…The God of life loves his creatures to folly and while many of us myself included often think that God has forgotten us…Come again the God of life never forgot us it is our species who has forgotten the God of life…I am getting the hot and cold flashes and I have been thrown into the throes of menopause…My kind and patient medical doctor who is my primary care doctor told me that menopause can last for years…Happy happy joy joy is my sarcastic response to this…Due to stress in my life being awful these past three years…My body is shutting down from stress…I must take it very easy…I have learned that anger can be a very destructive emotion so I have decided to let go of my anger over the many unjust events in my own life…The only person my anger was harming was me…Those who hurt me those who harmed me do not care and want me to drop dead…In my anger I was holding onto years of resentments that was not helping me to heal from stress…Consequently, I developed psoriasis on my scalp and above my left eyelid as well as psoriasis on both of my elbows…Also I discovered from my kind food doctor that I have early onset arthritis in both of my feet which have bad bunions and hammer toes…I am falling apart at the seams from stress and no one ever bothers to reach out to me to see if both my son and I are ok…A horrible roman catholic woman sent money for years to the father of my son and verbally attacked me and verbally molested me for years and refused to help me in any way shape or form…When I told her what was done to me was a form of rape…She had no empathy no care or concern and did not give a damn that she aids and abets rapists every time she sends men like the father of my son money…Priests and prelates are often expert at getting stupid false pious women to send them money…I saw that go on for years and one prelate managed to get money from many stupid women of all ages even after he left that parish or area…These roman catholic priests are the scum of the earth false Mary Marian idolaters whose depravities and depraved bad fruits are being exposed for all to see with the help of heaven…Much like many an emperor with no clothes these prelates have no grace no manners no decency and are as such ungodly unholy vile beasts who serve none other than the false lumen the devil himself…I am doing my best to rest up and get well again though my healing process is tedious and slow…What is helping me to heal is the universe and all of Heaven for by the grace of the God of life I was mystically speaking plucked out of the fallen idolatrous nations and removed from their confusion for times like these…I say this as a work of art a work of self expression nothing more and nothing less…Part of my life’s lessons that I was meant to learn is this…I had to learn how to love my neighbor as myself and in this process once I learned how to do this I was then able to love myself as the God of life asks of all of us…We all must learn to think outside of ourselves and do for others in order to then be able to love ourselves more fully in a more Christian and Godly manner…I like to end my reflections with the mystical greeting Namaste which means I bow to the divine in you…Which only applies in the mystical realm to the Godly and Just and Holy souls who are authentic Christians in whom the spirit of the God of Gods lie the God of life and does not apply to those in whom the spirit of the fallen angelic and demonic luciferian realm lie…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy songs I wrote inspired by psychological warfare in what I call the war on all flesh forged by many a war of the mind which instills in the target a loss of desire to fight or flight…

…………Namaste…………

…My version of Dolores O’Riordan’s Cranberries song Zombie — Addressing the problem of the war of the mind — Dolores passed away tragically during my time in Ireland and inspired me to sing my version of my favorite song performed by Dolores titled Zombie…Let this song be my tribute to Dolores O’Riordan and to her family who suffered her untimely tragic loss…For this world lost a lovely talented singer who like so many before her is gone too soon…

Inspired by Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters
…My version of the song by October Project titled Ariel whereby I sing that I am already free…
…This Celine Dion Song which I sing in French does a great job of describing ways women seldom do change once their hearts become mutated by narcissistic self love…
….My Twister Sister Performance addressing the war of the minds of Irish Children and all children around the world not just Irish Children….
…My song titled titled War Child addressing systemic abuse of children around the world not just in Ireland…
…My original song titled The Art Of War sung in five languages…
…My song titled I’m Just A Chemical addressing the war of the mind found in psychological warfare sung in five languages — this song is inspired by a song by Twenty One Pilots titled Chlorine…
…My fun rather silly satan diss track series addressing satanic ritual abuse found in psychological warfare…
…My own version of a Mary song which in my song is Mystical Mary not false Mary statue goddess adored by idolatrous fallen nations…
…My song titled War Pigs addressing the problem of narcissistic sexual abuse of unsuspecting women…
…My song titled Mystical War of The Mind Inspired by the one and only Dolores O’Riordan former lead singer for the rock band called The Cranberries inspired by Dolores’s song titled Zombie…
…My song titled titled Maeve and her lips of wars addressing the problem of flying monkeys caused by vile gossips like Maeve and others like her who are hostile and full of demonic hate speech and demonic envy…
…My Song Titled Flying Monkey — Addressing the problem of Narcissistic predatory grooming practices done to unsuspecting stupid women…
…My song titled A Voice For The Voiceless addressing the voiceless children whose voices were systemically and categorically silenced for centuries including unborn boys and girls destroyed by abortion on demand and contraceptive and birth control devices…
My own original tune titled The Princes Of Breifne
…My song titled – Floral Scarf – Lamenting ritual Abortion and vile ritual birth control practices…
…My song titled The Princes Of Breifne a Mystical address to the Chaldeans…
…My tune on a Turkish Instrument performed in Turkey in front of The Temple Of Artemis — The weather was perfect that day…