Month: April 2024

I was born in a morgue with sheet draped dead bodies surround my mother, she was left there screaming for three days with no assistance, nourishment, water or pain medication.

The moment that I was born, my Mother Della, reached out to hold me only to have me ripped away and taken away and told NO that her evil hands could not touch my soft baby skin less she taint me with her evilness. 

Those two paragraphs there are the creation reason and the direct result of me. ouroboros

the sheer rage I have inside at this and the generations of the lie that created this today is earth shattering. the pain I have all through me because of this is universe breaking ..

It was 17 years before I saw her again.  By that time I was knowing and any chance of a mum daughter bond had been smashed never to be re-established.  and the saddest thing was that I didn’t mind,

I did not know this lady and I didn’t realise why at the time, but she was not calm and all over the place. I realise now what a fucking huge thing it was for her .. 17 years of a mirage and now her was her baby back. She knew the church had taken me  and i had been given to a “good family” so when I go into that day today, and view the video again, oh my poor mother, I have tears pouring down my face as I write this..

I will just say I love you Della Macleod. Thank you so much, we were robbed but tis is my oath I shall rectify the illusion single handed if I must.  But i Know i have a tribe of sisters brothers and pagan children who have had everything torn from them even their identity.

The children of Zeus – Sera Share Shera . SERUM – the antibody..
the children of the Earth Zeus is the power of mother earth inside every sera child … each unique, each amazing, each with their own piece of the puzzle and each with their own Praeter ability. the children who are gods .. but not solar phallic fucker gods,, pans children pandoras brood

my twin mother Air and water.  and this is the pain that needs to go before I can create magicks for the world again.

I love my mum and dad so much and it is only now I realise it is because they were always my mum and dad. If you are curious of my adventurous life there is much to explore here

My Spark father was a wild red headed lad with a thirst for money women oh heck Sydney leo is just thirsty.

it was 20 years before i saw him again and that is a whole other story.

21.18.1947 or 46 for sparky red dad Sydney Leo Hartin – the heart of the lion serpent
10.20.1949 or 8 for my gypsy black scot mother Macleod from a cameron

so sagi fire dad and libra air mother the balance and the arrow
cancer mother 07 02 1940 frances fay twiss
Virgo dad 082/28/1939

so that is that half taken care of ..
cancer mum
leo sister
vigro dad
libra mum
Scorpio/sag me
sag dad

so, you notice I didn’t include my sister, my lion queen.. yeah they killed her”
her hubby was born on the equinox 21st march and she was 31st of july 1963, I was cracking up some numbers of the aeons and dates about 20 years ago.. and and it ended up on her birthday.. in 63..
Catherine means pure in greek Frances means free,

I miss her ..  she never “got” me but we had love and we were family..

Then I was adopted by the most amazing Angels words cannot describe the love I had. Considering,  I was an alien species child, they never looked at me once with the look of disappointment that I was like I was that alien.. mum tried her best to make me more human but well if you read my stories in around the camp fire .. it didn’t work. It must of been so hard for her in the society she was in ..

dads mum hazel was knighted by queen Elizabeth, ok not knighted but she was awarded queens birthday honours with letters after her name.. Granddad and her were president of nsw rose society, dahlia society grandma was president of the adult deaf society and the church of England something of other .. St Marks mums mum was St Michaels

Dad is also my hero, he knew and I think he knew consciously and was aware of me as me.
My memories of that time are of blissful elyssian fields, with a faded background of noise from the monkeymatrix. It wasn’t until I was 11 that I lost my innocence. funny that 11 laughs.

Name my mother was going to call me Krystina/Katrina McLeod 

My mother was dragged to a presbyterian women’s home where she was made to scrub floors and walls with a toothbrush all day with nuns standing over her telling her how evil she was and she was forsaken by God, She was destined to hell where she would spend eternity paying for her sin of lust.

Note January 5th 2025 7 31 pm: I do not know whether they will ever come a time that I can relive, revisit and replay this even without having to stop, breathe, walk around and count to a million or so before I scream.