My Earth Father

My Earth Father was and will always be a much better father than our Dread Father or any other members of Trinity…My Dad had his problems but my father was a great dad…The month of November is a very special month to me because the months of October and November are very important to me…My father was born in October and passed away peacefully in November…My father gave me the gift of music and the gift of the gab…I received all of my gifts from both of my parents…Despite having survived the Iron lung a number of times and a walking impediment due to his polio…My father never let his condition stop him…He became a Taylor and learned how to make leather purses…My dad met my mother in New York City the two of them were out with friends socializing and dancing as the Irish loved to do…My mother never drank alcohol but she smoked cigarettes like a train…Years later in her fifties my mother quit smoking it was hard for her to quit but quit she did…My mother was bothered by the fact that the prices of “fags” meaning cigarettes that is what we call cigarettes in Ireland “fags”…The price of “fags” was going up and my mother did not want to pay so much for her “fag” or cigarette habit…My mother tried the patch and she cross addicted to candy or sweets…It was so cute I found a stash of my mother’s candy under her bed…I have a notorious sweet tooth but I was so proud of my mother for trying to quit smoking…I never touched my mother’s sacred secret candy stash…To this day my mother has no idea I knew where she kept her candy…My mother quit smoking and I am very proud of my mother for doing that…My mother has not smoked in years…My mother went from being a chain smoker to quitting and that was no small feat…My mother was beautiful she looked like a famous actress and dad was very handsome and many used to mistake my father for a famous actor of his day…When the two of them first met my mother saw good in my father and my father needed a ride home…At the time my father was not driving due to his fused knee on his right leg…So the story goes that my mother gave him a ride home as she was driving and working in New York…My mother was always very practical she stayed with an uncle of hers when she first came to New York and went on to work office jobs including time spent working at a convent…My mother is to this day a devout roman catholic…My mother has an unshakable faith in God a faith that could never be broken…Though my mother was horribly abused in the diabolical Irish school system my mother’s ancient faith in God was never ruined…Try as they might to destroy the Irish child from within when it came to my mother she is and always will be indestructible…That woman refused to take birth control for she understood the importance of Abraham and the promise given to Abraham by God himself…Beget children be fruitful and multiply this was seared into my mother’s DNA…Both my mother and father genuinely love children and care about children…While they were not perfect parents as adults my parents are very damaged…Dad was a bad alcoholic and mum was verbally and physically abusive to all eight of us…Despite the fact that both my parents are damaged…No one these days can say they are not damaged…We live in very ugly and terrible times and most of us are very damaged…My mother helped to boost confidence in my father a confidence my father lacked before he met my mother…My mother taught my father how to drive and ever since then my father drove for many years thanks to meeting my mother…Mom and dad fell in love and Got married at O.L.P.H. in Brooklyn New York…Rumor has it that Mum was already expecting their first child when they wed…I would believe it because as a girl my dad would tell me “Alice if you go on a date make sure you wear clean underwear your mother’s underwear were not clean.” [My Dad] – I say this and I hope it makes you chuckle my father let it slip to his then seven year old little girl that he had his way with mum prior to marriage…Don’t tell mum I said that because my mum is very narcissistic due to being damaged from childhood abuse in the Irish school system…According to my mum she is a paradigm of virtue and never did the deed until their wedding night…What I would say to my mum is this…”Alright mum if you say so it must be true but you should have worn clean under wear when you went on hot dates with daddy.” — The reason adults lie is due to nasty rumors even if they be true many people do mystical crimes with their tongues and are vicious…Parents are funny they lie all the time and when it comes to me I lie too but I am not a good liar…I am terrible at lying which is why I strive to be transparent and honest because I suck at being a liar…My father used to tell me when he was shining an antique brass bed frame that he loved to shine with Brasso bronze bed shiner…”All I would have to do is look at your mother and she would get pregnant.” [My Dad] I laugh now when I think of this because both my parents were in their Thirties when they wed and yes mum was very fruitful…Dad used to sing these words while shining that brass bed frame…”Shine up your buttons with Brasso — Shine up your buttons with brim” — [My Dad] — My Mum thought that Dad was mental to buy a brass bed frame only to leave it standing in the hallway for ages while he shined it up…Then Dad would come home drunk and accuse my poor faithful mother of infidelity with the postman…Dad would accuse my poor mother of birthing the Postman’s children…That was mental…Alcohol does terrible things to people and hard drugs also does awful things to people…My father was ridiculous when he was drunk…My mother cooked and cleaned and used cloth diapers with plastic pants for all eight of us and hung the damn wet clothes on the clothes line in rainy Ireland…What were they thinking??? —The clothes were always damp and rarely dry…Madness I tell ya but that was the way in Ireland…My mother mowed the lawn kept a garden where she planted strawberries that I raided all the time as I loved strawberries…I would watch those green strawberries for the first sign of being ripe and and as soon as they were ripe I sat in the middle of that strawberry patch and feasted to my hearts content on mum’s strawberries…Mum grew rhubarb and green onions and peas in a pod and carrots and potatoes…My father grew up on a farm and so we got our meat from our family farm for a time…We grew up in the town of Longford Ireland in County Longford…In Longford my dad’s relative wrote for the local news paper outlet for a time and my Uncle ran the local insurance office an insurance business that he built from scratch…My uncle sold insurance by riding his bicycle from house to house and built a fortune to leave to his adopted children…Well done Uncle John and Aunt Winnie both passed away may they rest in peace…I have many fond memories of both my Uncle John and Aunt Winnie…When my family was in America and I was home alone with my two sisters at the age of thirteen…Aunt Winnie would sneak into the house to quietly check on our well being and put ice cream in our freezer…Uncle John used to give me ten pence or fifty pence for sweets as an Irish child before the money was changed to Euro’s…As a young girl my Uncle John gave all of us ten pounds to spend in county Galway while camping with dad the same time I got to go out for my very first night out with the adults…My Father’s other cousin was the Bishop of Longford for a time and I remember being so proud of myself because at the age of eleven I was able to stand for the ordination of Bishop Colm O’Reilly and the ordination was very very long…I was always a weak child so to be able to stand for so long was like a right of initiation into the adult world…I remember long fireside chats among the adults who visited from America to see my family…”You could swear on a stack of bible’s but the truth will always be the truth.” — Sayings like that would be said and I loved their fireside chats and stories…Many times they had no idea I was listening because the Irish believed that Children should be seen and not heard…”The children should be seen and not heard”…”Spare the rod and spoil the child.”…So I ensured I was both not seen and not heard and I listened and listened and listened…Sometimes they caught me sitting quietly listening to their chats and I was often ushered out of the room as this was adult time and I supposed to be in bed…That did not stop me…I would get out of bed and sit on top of the stairs listening to the adult world that fascinated me so…I will never forget my first night out…My parents took me to the Teach Furbo in Galway to hear the Wolfe Tones perform…My mother found fault with my adopted cousin Mary or Anne I forget which one for taking too much sugar in her tea…My mother was ridiculous…I felt so grown up and enjoyed my initiation into the adult world which took place at an excellent Wolfe Tones concert that I thoroughly enjoyed…My mother tried to protect us from dad’s drunken rants so we were often put to bed way to early to avoid the times when dad would come home drunk…Mum also had to deal with Uncle Joe’s drunken tirades before Uncle Joe recovered and stopped the drink…Mum lost a baby due to miscarriage in large part because of the stress of dealing with Uncle Joe’s drunken madness…When I reflect on my childhood I was a reflective quiet child and would sit and read the encyclopedia books my parents purchased for us to read at a very young age I sat and read encyclopedia books…I decided I wanted to be a medical doctor but changed my mind on that later on…I was studying the glossy pages of the human integumentary system and learning various languages because I was bored and loved to learn…I learned that we are more than the sum of our parts that our bodies were created for evolution that the workings of our sacred bodies can evolve into something more…I was considered highly intelligent as an Irish child and I was a year ahead in the rigorous Irish school system for a time…I then repeated a year and went on to obtain a four year degree before the age of 21 and then added two more years of college as a returning non traditional student…I was always very child like and very young inside and my sister’s often berated me for this…My sister’s felt that I would never grow up and I agreed that I would never fully grow up for to lose my child like qualities would be to lose a part of me that I loved…I loved my childhood in many respects…The freedom I felt when I ran through the fields hid behind the haystacks climbed trees hid in my favorite tree house picked flowers and made daisy chains and ate wild berries and wild peas in a pod and picked early morning mushrooms for my dad who loved to fry mushrooms on the pan with salt and butter…The freedom I felt when I could sing in the fields only to be hollered at by my mother to shut up…Yes I was loud back then too and yes I was told to shut up…I laugh now because I was a terrible singer and I was loud…The freedom I felt lying down on grassy hills staring at the clouds roll by and reflecting on the heavens and the earth and on how wonderful is God’s creation…The word universe had yet to enter my head so I simply gazed at the billowy clouds and I often fell asleep…That is the part of me that I refuse to give up a part of me that I never let die…Which explains how it is I took my son to Ireland for two years and traveled Europe with him by myself…Ever since I was a child I was always fearless and I spoke to God every moment of every day…I thought this was normal that every one did that…God asked me at the age of seven or nine if I wanted to go to Heaven or Hell…I replied immediately Heaven…Why would anyone want to go to Hell?…God then told me that there is no end to the depths of the depravities of mankind…That it is the children who must teach the world…As a child I had remote vision skills and could remotely leave my body and go other places I did that a lot as a child but spoke of it to no one as it seemed a bit odd to me that I could do this…I could see myself astro planing or moving in an astral manner outside of my own physical body…I was not upset by this but I found it a wee bit odd so I said nothing to anyone…I kept all these things to myself…Then God showed me a vision where I was clothed in white and elevated in an astral manner between the Heaven’s and the earth and God told me that I had a sacred role to fill to save mankind from total and utter devastating destruction…In my vision I had fallen asleep listening to a song playing on the radio titled I left My Heart In San Francisco by Frank Sinatra…In my vision I was given a visual of me clothed in a flowing white towel like sack cloth covered from head to toe with my feet in the air as I was now astro planed between the heavens and the earth…God told me that I have a sacred role to play to help the United States of America and the world…Years passed and I had long since forgotten about this vision…Then when former President Trump was elected the 45th President of the United States of America and I heard the Frank Sinatra song titled My Way…The song that former President Trump and his wife Melania Trump danced to at their Inaugural Ball…The memory of my vision returned to me like a flood of memory and since then I have been doing what I believe is best for my small family and the world…Simply living my life working as a Mystic Psychic to help people around the globe and writing and doing YouTube…At the time of this vision I was a girl who was now very sad because my brothers had started to molest me and my father as a drunk and my mother was angry and yelled a lot and beat me a lot…So most nights I cried myself to sleep…I had become a prisoner in my own home a prisoner that suffered from stockholm syndrome as there was no escaping my own family home…I felt the presence of the holy angel’s who told me they are legion and that they also shed many tears like me and that I was not alone and every day throughout my days God spoke to me and his holy angels spoke to me to remind me that God had great plans for me…Being so small and frail I was quiet and told no one…After all my mother was busy calling me mean names like “spindly legs” – “clibby” – “useless good for nothing” – I was torn to shreds by my own damaged mother who beat me black and blue every day and verbally molested me…During bath time my mother would keep a mental list of my childish transgressions such as when I broke a glass milk bottle and when I stole sweets…Then my mother would beat me repeatedly for my childish transgressions…This was very unforgiving and I could not understand how such a faith filled mother could be so terrible…Then years later after having moved to America in the year 1986 and after embarking on my own journey of faith and discoveries…I returned to Ireland with my son in the year 2017 through 2019…It was then that I studied the problem of systemic abuse in Ireland and the problem of diabolical narcissism so rampant in domestic violence and domestic abuse cases…It was then that the light bulb in my brain was switched on…My God my mother was abused in the Irish industrial school system…It made sense after I read story after story of industrial scale abuses done to the Irish child…Industrial scale abuses done by the filthy roman catholic cult in the name of God and Mary of all things…One story is seared in my brain about a bed wetting song a filthy nun sang to make fun of the Irish girls and boys that wet their beds in industrial school Ireland…This was industrial scale child abuse…It was then that I understood how and why it was that my mother sang a bed wetting son to make fun of my poor sister who wet the bed…My poor younger sister had to hide her bed sheets out of fear of being made fun of…Mum would sing “she pissed up she pissed down she pissed all around the town.” My sister was embarrassed and cried because children are sensitive…This would explain why my former bed wetting sister Carmel strives to keep up appearances at all costs and is very narcissistic and a danger to herself…Carmel is not a danger to others but Carmel sabotages herself and her relationships with others all the time…Ask Olivia and Olivia will tell you how damaged Carmel is because Olivia loves to point her fingers at others forgetting to look to herself as Olivia is also very damaged…We are all damaged I am very damaged also…The damage done by industrial scale child abuse produced crops of narcissists too afraid to speak of what happened in industrial school Ireland and these days too afraid to birth babies…After all I discovered that roman catholics were encouraged to have large families as breeders for a larger cult the child and adult sex cult that is the vatican in rome…I purposely lower case the spelling of their first letters for great is their shame and downfall for such despicable acts done in the dark in the name of God and Mary under the banner of vile religion…I have no more deep thoughts except to say that despite serious problems my Irish daddy was a much better Dad than the Dread Father who is God Odin and Lucifer…All three masters are terrible dads…My father outshone the whole lot of them…My father took us camping and would bring home Ice Cream cones carefully placed on a cardboard holder for us…Though the Ice Creams would have been partially melted we felt so loved by our daddy who took the time and trouble to bring us ice cream cones…I was always a daddy’s girl and when daddy would come home from being at work I would run like a bat out of hell and come barreling out the door and run to the car and shout Daddy Daddy Daddy…Father’s have no idea how important they are to their own children…My father understood this very well…I used to sit on my father’s lap and play with his shirt buttons and my father taught me my math times tables that way…My father would ask me…”Alice what is one plus one? I would answer “Two”…My answers were swift and I knew all my times tables which surprised my father who actually simply asked me the numbers I already had the knowledge…However, I struggled to understand the concept of time…My younger sister Carmel taught me how to tell time…I have always struggled with time because I loved to simply go off into the fields loose track of all time eat berries and wild snap peas and enjoy God’s creation…I would be gone for ages and not be missed then I would come home in time for a sound spanking for having run off and dinner…It was for this reason that my mother would punish me by making me stay behind the gate of our walled and gated home while my siblings got to go outside the wall and gate to play with friends I had to stay behind…That punishment was worse than spanks and I sat on the step next to the family dog and wept copious tears…I felt entrapped with no escape…Then the bees would comfort me and show me where they lived which was a small bee hive in the step…The bees never stung me it was as if we had a mystical connection and understanding of the other’s existence…Carmel and Leo were not so lucky they disturbed a bees nest in another area…An area that I passed through peacefully on a regular basis without disturbing mother’ nature’s bees…But Carmel and Leo really angered these bees and a large swarm chased Carmel and Leo into the house and my poor mother had to chase the bees away…My mother gave Carmel and Leo a stern telling for daring to disturb the bees…The bees never touched me or stung me…I always felt a strong connection and love from and with nature like we are one…This explains how it is I was the only one who could walk through the field of bulls without being harmed…I would talk to the bulls who would grind their hooves into the dirt and huff and puff…I would tell the bulls not to worry that I come in peace and that I am too small to worry about…The bulls never disturbed me…No one else dared to try for these bulls were notorious for charging others off their field…I wanted to go the shortcut way to school and no amount of angry bulls were getting in the way of my shortcut which was to cut through the fields…I realize now that I was an unusual child and my teachers considered me to be very bright…I earned ribbons and rewards in school for intelligence despite the abuse at home…I excelled in school…You can read about my cousin Bishop Colm O’Reilly by clicking on his hyperlinked name…You can also read my Daddy’s obituary by clicking on his Hyperlinked name…Thomas O’Reilly…While the Industrial School Revolution hell bent on destroying the innocent child not only in Ireland but around the globe did untold damage and caused terrible suffering…There ones you cannot destroy like the Druids…I am a Druidic High Priestess something I discovered about myself when I returned to Ireland and left the roman catholic cult for good…My name in Gaelic is Ailish and Gaelic is an ancient Interstitial Language…Never ever cross the Druids for to do so is to borrow trouble and all who crossed and vexed the Druids will pay a great price at the appointed time…I must add that our parents are our first teachers and as such are like God’s to their children…Seamus Doyle also recently passed away and may he rest in peace…Seamus had a great eye for detail was well known and respected for his hard work ethic and family life…Seamus like My Daddy and Uncles was a real family man…I would know I visited Seamus and our cousins many times…Now to give you a clue as to how excellence in intelligence works and how Ireland manages to keep her modern children safe…To read all of the publication done by The Longford Leader on my relative Seamus Doyle you must register…Registration is free…Intelligence gathering at it’s modern finest…I am too lazy to register but will do so later…Thank you for your follows likes and shares and as a man once said to me years before “The day will come will many will say I knew her when she was small for you will be great and known around the globe.” [ A famous male author whose name escapes my memory] I was also told that I am “A Mystic”…

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