Dust – Butterflies of Yesterday – A Reflection

Dust and Butterflies of Yesterday are short reflections authored by Ilia Kramarik and found on page 139 of Ilia’s epic book of art and poetry titled The Future Never Gives Up…The featured image I choose for this reflection is a black and white photo which I like for effect…In Dust Ilia writes…”The very dust of you is no dust of you.” and in Butterflies of Yesterday Ilia writes…”Butterflies of yesterday flew so far, all I can see today is the sun.” [Ilia Kramarik] — What Ilia writes is mystical in that we are both corporal and immortal…We all come from the dust and will return to dust. We are however like Butterflies too in that we are both corporal and spiritual…Our corporal bodies return to dust when we die our spirit our energy balls return to God…However, death caused by unnatural means creates a universe not seen to the naked eye…A universe of restless souls waiting to go to God but lost in limbo…I call it limbo for these died by unnatural means…Those expert in the dark arts can summon souls from limbo to enter the bodies of the dead which they can raise and as a result you have living walking dead souls…How this happens is mysterious and mortal man is out of control playing with darkness…Those into the dark arts raise their Black Flag and realize that by so doing they need God. The Black Flag needs Aslan’s flag the flag of the lion of the tribe of Juda…Those meddling with dark arts know not the damage they do…They are like children playing with very bad toys…These children of the devil will destroy themselves if God Aslan does not stop them…These stupid boys and girls tried to destroy Dodanim a mystical tribe also known as Dan that cannot be destroyed by Mortal Man…Then in the process of self annihilation these lost children realized that by so doing they summoned Black Irish and Aslan power…This is mystical not meant to be taken literally I write as an artist in a mystical way…The trouble with spoiled brat devil children is they think they are Gods they think they can have whatever they want and they think they can do whatever they like…While due to their status and power and wealth this be true to a point…They cannot cross Dan and get away with it…Dan gets very vexed and storms increase and the waters rise when Aslan gets vexed many die due to the powers of nature the power of God himself…A God many love to deny exists a God Panda wants removed from the face of the earth…A God that the little boy Dan summoned when he raised the Black Flag of Valhalla across the Veil to Aslan power through the tribe of Dan…The other day while I was cooking supper for my son the name Eleanor Roosevelt came to my mind in my interior thoughts…I received a mystical reminder that Eleanor Roosevelt started the Social Security Program…I was floored and stopped what I was doing and looked up First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and yes it was Eleanor who founded Social Security…I receive Social Security Disability benefits thanks to Eleanor Roosevelt’s foresight…I would not be here to write or stand before a soul without the help of Eleanor Roosevelt…Though Eleanor is no longer with us…I felt a mystical connection to Eleanor whose life I studied briefly…Eleanor like myself had a miserable childhood…Eleanor was thought to be too plain not attractive according to Eleanor’s emotionally abusive mother…I was hated by my mother…My mother told me every day of my miserable childhood that I was “useless and good for nothing.” that “I would never amount to much.” My mother told me “I was not her daugher.” My mother told me that “I was not worth feeding.” My mother made fun of my two front teeth that were uneven. My mother called me “clibby” whatever that meant…My mother called me “spindly legs.” I was hated my whole life…My brothers molested me and my brothers had a friend molest me…I did not have a snowballs chance in hell of succeeding…My brother Thomas made me walk behind my two younger sisters on our way home from school in Ireland. Thomas would pull my hair if I tried to get out of line…Thomas would spit in my hair and kick me. I was black and blue from bruises from the beatings of my mother…The people I was supposed to trust I could not trust…As a toddler my mother held me face down on her lap and beat my bottom black and blue…My mother would dress my brother Bernard up in girls dresses and make fun of Bernard who used to hide under the table…The abuse done in my home was demonic. The verbal abuse I got was horrible my brother Michael molested me then would say to his friends how disgusting I was and that “he would not touch me with a ten foot pole.” The psychological damage done to me was extensive…I shut down inside I died inside and the only escape from my hell hole was school…I loved school and excelled in school…I was a year ahead in Ireland then stayed back a year and despite setback after setback I did six years of college and built my own small life…I was found to be disabled due to a mood disorder…I also suffer from fibromyalgia pain…I was raised to be a builder to go out and get and pursue my own path…I was closest to my father and my father told me “I was a good provider.” My father also told all of his daughters not just me that we cannot depend on men that men are shit and that we must get our educations and work hard to be self sufficient…The words my father said really sank in…My father would worry about me though because some days my mind was like a sive and nothing my dad said would register in my head and other days my mind was sharp as a tack…My dad said to me once “Alice I hope you find a man who will build you a castle.” My father really loved me it was my father’s love that saved me from dying from the hate shown me by my own despicable diabolical mother and siblings…I said to my dad that no man exists who would do that for me that I will likely rent apartments since I could never afford a house…My dad smiled with such love and said “Alice I raised you right.” — I dedicate this post to my deceased father Thomas Oliver Reilly from the O’Reilly Clan…Eleanor Roosevelt said it best when she said and I quote Eleanor…”No matter how plain a woman may be. If truth and honesty are written across her face she will be beautiful.” — [Eleanor Roosevelt] My mother said to me — “no man would marry you Alice.” My mother is right no man will because I do not believe in modern love I do not believe in the modern shit show called marriage…I was engaged to be married twice once when I was 21 and again when I was 23…I am glad I did not marry then and I will never marry…Unity with a man means more to me than marriage…A silent mystical unity that lasts the test of time is stronger than stupid modern love packaged in marriage…A song that does a good job of describing how I feel about modern marriage is David Bowie – Modern Love…

…Modern Love…

You can read about Eleanor’s life by clicking on the link below…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_Roosevelt#Early_life

I was inspired to sing a mystical song that I call Eleanor as my tribute and gratitude to the Roosevelts…Something that Eleanor’s husband knew was his own mind and no one could sway him or steer him away from being with the woman he truly loved…Eleanor Roosevelt…

…Eleanor…

I was also inspired to sing this Ave song as only the Irish Clan…Pun intended…

…Ave Maria…

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…”Time Without a purpose is prison”