Imagine, What if: Calpurnius and Conchessa, St Patrick's father and mother, had not been so brave as to warn their son St Patrick rather to flock his sheep safely in a barn than in a nave?! By Sigrid Countess von Galen
Imagine, What if:
Calpurnius and Conchessa, St Patrick's father and mother, had not been so brave as to warn their son St Patrick rather to flock his sheep safely in a barn than in a nave?!
By Sigrid Countess von Galen
Imagine, What if:
Calpurnius and Conchessa, St Patrick's father and mother, had not been so brave as to warn their son St Patrick rather to flock his sheep safely in a barn than in a nave?!
After all, they knew only too well, as they had been themselves victims of unspeakable abuse as children, how the Roman snakes and vipers and blackadders in vestments with their Satanist rites invited the meek and mild against their kin to misbehave,
and to groom already back then for every secret devil's den within a church the holy innocents for ritual sacrifice and slaughter from the lurch and for unimaginable sin and crimes the hissing and cursing evildoers transformed supposedly holy dwellings into a torture room.
St Patrick was warned early by his parents, as was their daughter, who was, like many girls, not really much mentioned in the bookshelves, to avoid the evil snares and spellbinding glances of the chorts of hell and they taught him, how even amongst wolves in sheep clothing a holy man safely and unharmed
survives the evil sorcerers and witches' trances and the god fearing and god loving druids of the true Jesus Christ succession showed him, how to make null and void all evil with the right music and dances
that come simply from the heart in true joy and friendship and, if the one good God joined a husband and wife in heaven in true love, their eternal family would know also on earth, and with God's blessing all celebrate around a kitchen hearth or in thought never far, as the souls' families are forever and they know their place and name of each God given star!
Calpurnius and Conchessa kissed St Patrick before he left for his path to bless him and prevent him from falling victim to all sorts of dangers and false mangers, and waved after him with a smile, not showing that they felt of his presence ever so bereft, and prayed that he would be safe from wrath and evil and knew that he would be often heartbroken, if yet another demon in the pew pretending to be human being misbehaved -
and they gave him as a token of their parental love a dove, onto which they had a blessing engraved and his beloved sister knitted him for each of his healing hands an ever warm glove! And St Patrick turned once more around, and was aware that he was leaving his childhood's beloved sacred ground to never return but to face many a beast and hound -
but whenever he was in despair and almost losing hope and could hardly with the challenges of evil cope, he heard in his mother's and father's and sister's voice God's loving words of reassurance and family love spoken, depending on the situation and whether he needed to hear a voice of wisdom, strength, fierceness or grace!
Such is the power of a loving family that sustains even and especially the soul of St Patrick, when he had to bear his own cross and that of his family's loss, as it turned out that the church he served of distant Rome actually did not give about his family of holy souls a toss but even took off the vulnerable and meek and sick in his neighbourhood their home to amass funds and property for a physical territory and a demonic hierarchy that would call itself mockingly 'Christendome' -
all the while he unearthed already back then the secret Satanist rituals and pagan sacrifices of death cult lore disguised as Roman shore with many a church serving as devil's den, where prayers were hidden curses under sulphur breath -
it was many a mile that St Patrick walked for peace, justice and truth, against those, who did in greed and lust and all other evil and in vile organised criminality overdose, and it is a short connection for the old human trafficking and organ harvesting trade via monasteries even today on the way from buildings not just by Foster and Wren to Tipperary but also around the globe in modern day pseudo-temples with underworld music and stroboscope!
The tears of millions anonymous victims within and outside the churches will flood one day the earth, and St Patrick will safely lead his eternal family back home, far away and out of reach for any dome!
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