Leòn de San Marco.

PAX TIBI MARCE EVANGELISTA MEVS

 

Born in a Morgue and torn from my moth­er

Adop­tion arranged by the church and state.

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Chris­tened by St Mark 1967

I was raised in the St Marks Church West Wol­lon­gong NSW. My mums par­ents were of St Michaels where I went to pre school and kindy. I remem­ber the end of year play I was­n’t cho­sen. So I fig­ure I  was dif­fer­ent even back then. After that at school, I was nev­er cho­sen either but by then I knew I was dif­fer­ent. Very Dif­fer­ent.

So every sun­day it would be off to church to make and impres­sion and line up in front of the min­is­ters by my grand­moth­er side.

My dad’s mum was award­ed Queens Birth­day hon­ours for her ser­vice to the church, rose soci­ety and deaf soci­ety. She was the church organ­ist so she dragged my cousin and my sis­ter and I to organ lessons and she bought us an organ. I sor­ta learned to play but could­n’t wait till end of les­son when I could slaugh­ter every­one at the flash colour sound game Simon.

Dai­ly Favourites sto­ry back then and if I had, well church and Me might of had a dif­fer­ent chal­lenge.

So it came to me being con­firmed into the St Marks Church along side my cousin at 15  fol­low­ing my sis­ter as my fam­i­ly had done for cen­turies, pledged their alle­giance to the solar phal­lic sky fuck­er.

It was a big event, huge once in a life­time. Church par­ty clothes, cer­e­monies, lunch­es, pledges and promis­es. It had been planned for years by my grand­moth­er, her proud grand­ma moment. She planned a din­ner at the town hall for her friends me and us in prepa­ra­tion for prim and prop­er cousin sue and me to be dressed up in white and giv­en to god as his vir­gin wives because that is what con­fir­ma­tion is.

So I did what all good pagan kids should of done. I said no, I refused to be con­firmed in the church and did THAT raise hell through the fam­i­ly.

They begged and plead­ed bribed and lied to get me to change my mind, they tried what they could to force me using their fear tac­tics and hell.

How­ev­er by then, I did know who I am, so at around the time my vir­ginal cousin was lin­ing up to get drunk with jesus and par­take of stale shit­ty bread­sticks, in June 1982 I was burn­ing a nine foot diam­e­ter cir­cle in my back yard.  I dragged my mate Suellen the Fox over and I per­formed blood cer­e­mo­ny and ded­i­cat­ed our­selves to Pan. 26 June 1982 in the Shade of Mt Nebo and the twin Sen­tinels Keira and Kem­bla.…..

Self Ded­i­cat­ed to Pan and Nature at 15
who knew ded­i­cat­ing myself to myself, not me.

I always knew that rev­e­la­tions was me. The night I sat in the lounge­room and watched DamienOmen1, I knew that night and I was ter­ri­fied. I had always known but then made to for­get by man.

So I went thought life till now, know­ing I was that 666 birth cer­tifi­cate num­ber 888 of 1967. I rec­on­ciled that one ear­ly though. I fig­ured anti was oppo­site, so If jesus was a boy in the north, the anti christ has had to be a girl in the south. How right I was all the way even mag­net­i­cal­ly.

so I was­n’t wor­ried about the evil bit as I had already worked out the mir­ror bit evil|live’

there was noth­ing in that word and I fig­ured once i knew how many mil­lions have been killed by the church through­out time, the total destruc­tion of women and pagans, that heck I could nev­er be that bad.

and i knew that it was nev­er about me blaz­ing out there, It was exact­ly how it is and always will be. It would all hap­pen in it’s own good time or not at all, I was­n’t going to lose sleep over it.

But I always won­dered what every one else knew.  I knew I was tagged and known but I just ignored it and got on with my life of fun..  I could­n’t under­stand how I was so inter­est­ing to oth­ers and them not say a word to me. I lived in a world of silence and no acknowl­edge­ment. That was a good thing if you have read my let­ter of word because the word con­struct around my word image is pret­ty hor­ren­dous and elic­its a pret­ty equal reac­tion from those weak mind­ed indi­vid­u­als that placed all their eggs in the god bas­ket.

I man­aged to get to 58 years with­out any­one know­ing or acknowl­edg­ing who I am. I’d say it every now  and then to watch the “you are crazy” looks on peo­ples faces but over­all I did­n’t say any­thing. every­thing has a time and a time for every­thing and it was nev­er the time or place.….… until now..

I know that I went through trans­mu­ta­tion, the big one, cross­ing the abyss and hav­ing some oh wow changes but I look in the mir­ror and oth­er than the weight loss that was need­ed, I can­not see any  dif­fer­ence.. but ani­mals do.. and chil­dren.…. and well .. so does sin Mark. and Sin Paul.

and there­in lays the church­es dilem­ma. Know­ing that I was going to be born, know­ing I was pre­dict­ed to tear down the lot what did they do? Demo­nize me so that every chris­t­ian in the world and then some have vehe­ment­ly hat­ed me since way before I was a twin­kle in my dad­dy ball­bag and them ass­holes like mar­tyring them­selves.

After my con­ver­sa­tion with that those call God for 21 days,  I land­ed a bit woobil­ly with ideas and thoughts zap­ping around every­where but I was still me.

What I have found on this jour­ney is that the avatars exist for the ones in the sto­ry as real as they are in the sto­ry. I have an issue with simon eager being overea­ger, then i find sion and his tem­ple.. and simon the eager zealot.. oh yeah this one despis­es pagans.…..same same.

But it was with great shock sur­prise shock and a slight smile when on Christ­mas day I was once again Marked named and Chris­tened by St Mark.

back­sto­ry: my very good friend Eve (fun­ny that) is estranged from her only daugh­ter Anna. I have seen her so sad for so many years. She talks to Anna but “some­thing” always comes up to stop them meet­ing up again.
I watched this for a while and then said to eve, it’s Mark her hus­band block­ing you. I could see it so clear =. The meth­ods (white knight) mak­ing her into a help­less woman who does­n’t know her own mind. he has crushed her spir­it and destroyed her cre­ativ­i­ty in order for him to be king of “his fam­i­ly” and he is the son of a preach­er man. Joy. Gri­mace.
So I mes­saged her Christ­mas night and told her straight about her mum and sure enough soon mark took over the con­ver­sa­tion from her.

that con­ver­sa­tion fast degrad­ed into pure misog­y­ny by Mark towards his wife and all women. I refused to be put in that box so I spoke back and St Marks true col­ors start­ed shin­ing through, the zealot chris­t­ian male con­troller of women and tak­er of ener­gy. The most benign malev­o­lence. The incubus that is St Mark. leech a par­a­site parad­ing as a white knight hero res­cuer of women.. St Mark needs to steal wom­en’s light as he has none of his own.  Mark of the Beast..

Born Named and Con­firmed 25th Dec 2024

and this is what I and all the pagan chil­dren awak­en­ing have to deal with .. a false reli­gion set up to destroy it’s ene­my .. the pagan race   .. US Me U

the true evil that is chris­tian­i­ty.. this seem­ing­ly benign well respect­ed man turned in an instant into some ancient chris­t­ian fanat­ic straight from the bow­els of the bible.