Excommunicated and Proud

Here is how I got excommunicated from the Roman Catholic Cult. I have a lot of anger towards the Roman Catholic Cult. That being said I decided to go to a mass which I believe is a whitewashed black mass. I went to a morning mass and took home a consecrated host which they call an Eucharist. They believe that a consecrated host is the flesh of Jesus that they are actually consuming Jesus. Jesus attended his own last supper in the Holy Bible to avoid confusion on that matter. It is fine to break bread and have a meal in remembrance of Jesus it is not okay to promote black magic. Hoodoo Voodoo and call unleavened bread a circular host which is a sign of witchcraft the flesh of Jesus after some so called Christian prayers said over the bread. As if the priest is a type of wizard. Anyway I decided it might be a good thing to confess that I did this. I brought the Eucharist home fried a bit of it on the pan boiled some of it and dissolved it in water and poured it down the drain. I was told by the kind Priest that he could not absolve me. What I did was very serious and was considered a sacrilege. I would have to go to the Bishop to obtain absolution. I was able to email them that I do dislike Bishops they are eccentric and proud and I have no respect for them and do not plan to kiss a Bishop’s ring anytime soon. I let them know that I accept the Excommunication consequence. I am relieved. My God women can have an abortion and receive absolution and profane the Eucharist by consuming it. Tons of women on contraception can profane the Eucharist by consuming it in that disgraceful state. I come along and mess with unleavened bread and I get excommunicated. When I was a child between the ages of eight and nine years old I went on hunger strike. Bobby Sands was going on a hunger strike at the time so I decided to do the same. Bobby Sands did it for political reasons and he did die in Jail of hunger. My reason for doing it was quite different. You see my mother was likely placed in an industrial school in Ireland because my grandfather, her father, died when she was four. This placed her and her siblings at great risk of being taken and placed in an industrial school. There my mother was not fed real food and was likely raped and beaten and horribly verbally abused. This is known as satanic ritual abuse that was widespread in Ireland in the Roman Catholic child and adult sex cult. The only reason they want many children or large families is to have access to the children for abuse. My mother was very controlling and told me that I was “useless and good for nothing.” That I was “not worth feeding” she called me names like “clibby” and “spindly” legs and told me to “get out of my sight I cannot stand the sight of you”. I was very hurt by these awful words. My brothers were molesting me and my mother rejected me. My mother made me go to confession to tell the priest that it was my fault my older brother was molesting me. That was confusing and messed up the priest whom I went to was Fr. Tiernan he told me it was not my fault. I hated my life and was very suicidal at the time. I tried eating soap but anyone who has ever been forced to eat soap or tried it knows it does not work. The only thing I could control was the food. After being forced to eat because my mother observed I was not eating her food. I would go to the bathroom stick my fingers down my throat and throw it all up. I got so I’ll that I had to be hospitalized and the nuns took care of me then. This was in the early 80’s in Ireland. The only food I could tolerate was broth. I could not keep solid food down. I was in a very serious condition. Something changed after I came home. I decided to eat her food. To heal from my bulimia I had to keep re-swallowing my regurgitated food in order to help my stomach settle. Over time I got better but for years I was terribly skinny. Hence the nickname “spindly legs”. I am fifty three years old and I can finally talk about this without triggering myself into a fit of rage. I used to trigger myself all the time. I have since forgiven my mother. She will be gone two years in November. With her passing I finally feel free to just be me. If I got excommunicated while my mother was alive I would not hear the end of it from her. She was a devout Catholic. I despise the Roman Catholic Cult. Before mom passed I used to send her flowers and chocolates for her birthday or for mother’s day. Mom wanted to live a long life. I told mom that I hoped that she would live a long life just to piss off the haters. She lived to be 89 that is a respectable age. Mom understood I would not be able to make her funeral. I do not get along with my molester brothers and would have likely yelled or not acted right had I gone to the funeral. I stayed clear. I could not afford to go financially or spiritually and emotionally. I am grateful I can blog about some of my trauma. Perhaps something I share here will help others. All I know is if I confronted the Roman Catholic Cult not very long ago I would probably be burned at the stake. I thank God I live during these times where I can be a Druidess and express myself freely. I am pissed about what was done to Joan of Arc here she delivers France from England only to receive a reward of being burned at the stake. What a crappy cult she found herself in during her time. Thank you for reading my blog post. I like to sing the Psalms on YouTube and Psalm 64 is one of my favorite Psalms…What is so weird is this the words my mother spoke over me proved true over time. I never married. My mother would say that “no one would want to marry the likes of you”. So I never married and I did become a single mother. I got pregnant by a Roman Catholic Priest. I struggle with mental illness I live with Bipolar so I am “useless and good for nothing”. In the sense that I am unable to work full time. I work part time from home. I blog and I YouTube I also volunteer when I can. It is eerie how things she said over me growing up proved true. I put myself through college I have a four year degree in Business Administration. I tried to change the trajectory of my life. But at age 53 I gained weight I became diabetic from the medicine I was given for my Bipolar condition. I now live with type II diabetes. It’s awful and no attorney will touch the pharmaceutical industry for providing dangerous medications that make people like me sicker. Neither will they touch the cases I have against the Roman Catholic Cult. It’s disgusting. All the same I do my best to make the best of the days I have been given and try to keep a positive outlook. I am in recovery and there we learn to pray for our fellows instead of writing hexing songs which I am more inclined to do when someone vex’s or crosses me…My song titled Snitch expresses how I feel about the Host also known as the Eucharist…My song titled Dead Bastard expresses how I feel about the Papacy…My song titled She’s Crying expresses how I feel about Mary in the Roman Catholic Cult….