My Birth Snapshot

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.