What does it mean

400 Roman Catholic Priests sacked from Vatican in 2012-2013

What does it mean?

Again i raise the question is Jesus a Pagan? I feel like i need to clear what the word Pagan means. Pagan derives from the Latin Paganus meaning country man, poor man, poorper... was Jesus a poor man? There has been a debate after my blog... is Jesus a pagan?  Still we do not agree on the actual religion that our spiritual man of God belongs to, some say he was a Christian and then others say he was defiantly a Jew. One person claimed he was a Jew as he was born to a Jewish mother Mary. Now i did laugh at this comment not to demise the person stating her beliefs...but it must be true if his mother was called Mary!  Mary...Mmm... let me say a few things about Mary; the way the story gets told to children, when as children we all get to take part in the nativity play the big Christmas spectacular that gets all little kids involved in the history of Christianity (or so they say!)...was is not that Mary was a poor country girl who travelled far with a Sheppard and a donkey to reach Jerusalem? She was guided by the star and gave birth to her child our messiah in a barn? So my question is... Did she give birth in a barn because she did not have enough money to get a room? The fact she did not have enough money to get a room – did this mean Mary was poor, a poor country girl? you know where i am getting to in this on, do you agree?
I am telling all that i am not a ex christian or a ex anything and to automatically indentify  a paganin  being a witch is somewhat a bit interesting as the word witch mean knowledgeable and wise. I at my young age of 39 would not even begin to big myself up with saying i have knowledge and wisdom to be able to class myself as a witch unless of course witch meant W=woman I=in T=total C=control H=herself, then i would say yes i am a witch.  Although any woman or man that buys of few candles can call themselves a witch.  i would class myself as  a spiritual pagan because i am poor, skint J a happy and content  skint member ha-ha. I have travelled to monasteries and churches all over Europe and Turkey, i love history and churches, any old historic building really, i have a real fascination for religion i ask lots of questions in my search but it is all so full of contradiction, i am not stating i have all the answers, the questions i ask are what i have asked myself searching for my own faith. what i still ask now i am asking the world!

In the Catholic faith, they are against taking contraception to prevent unwanted pregnancies now i had two kids, had them both early in my life, now they are grown up happy and healthy they have not been Christened and have free will – freedom of choice to decide for themselves what faith what path they each walk down to be true to themselves true to their soul. I certainly with having a son and a daughter do not want anymore children, so every morning i pop a contraception pill in my gob, if i was Catholic i would be committing a sin. Errm i don’t care, i do not want any unwanted pregnancies, i will gladly commit that sin! Who the frig sticks to that bullshit rule anyway? Then we have got Christianity and the Ten Commandments... what is all that about? It is not just one command but 10, why not make it twenty? No sex before marriage...Why? I have never been married that is my free will, am i to put a big metal chastity belt on and become a nun? I do not think so ha-ha. It is a sin to masturbate... i command you never to touch you own body! What a load of shit, how can it be a sin to touch your own body? That is defiantly fucked up... that sort of weirdness can cause people to be left feeling guilt ridden and a sinner when it is perfectly natural to touch your own body. So do people really follow their chosen religion? Do they sick to the Ten Commandments or do they skip a few? I live by three rules...good thought...good deed...good speech. Now i curse/ swear but how you look at that is up to you, the way you view things; you could think it is offensive or you could think like me...fuck off-no way-you have got to be kidding! Words are words it is up to you how you interpret. If you fail to stick to all ten commandments you are committing a sin... why give yourself the stress of feeling guilt ridden you only have to stick with three rule let the rest go. problem solved live in the love. Does every Christian woman retain from having sex before marriage... i very much doubt it, but if you follow that commandment because it suits your beliefs then good for you and what if that commandment doesn’t quite work in your life, what do you do?...do you dump that commandment because it is a shit rule? then you are going against you faith and to go against your faith you would be committing treachery. What a load of bollox!

questions and more questions!

So the question is still unsolved – is Jesus Pagan?

Love and light

Amy x

Spiritual vs Religion

Religion causes war, each religion thinks that their God is superior...why is that?
I have written a book... Am I Mad?
One woman’s journey searching to find her faith. I have looked into religion with an open mind as i have never been christened and was searching for something i felt was missing from inside me.
I have tried to make my book humours and aimed at woman of all generations; I am making a spiritual stand pushing a little towards anti Christianity but i have nothing against Christians or people who have chosen other Faiths as individual people, i am looking to question why are people stuck with a labelled religion?
If you had the choice to pick your own faith, would it be the one that was chosen for you as a child, a newborn?  
Do you follow the rules of your religion?
Do you believe as i do religion is forced upon us to conform to the rules? Are woman being second classed around the world with man made religion that suits the needs of men?
If Romans forced Christianity, why is it that today we still do not question these outdated beliefs,  we just carry on stroll along in life in religion that has been put on a child and the choice was taken away and put blinkers on to what religion really is.... bullshit J
My book is a faction book...  i would like the book to appeal to all woman of all cultures and religions, woman are equal. Children are being forced in to marriage to perform sexual acts some as young as nine... this needs to stop... and it is all in the name of religion.
I was inspired to write a book questioning religion, after i saw very brief footage (i was unable to watch) of a young Muslim woman being stoned to death, for having/made love to her young boyfriend, the young man videoed this and put onto the net as where i stumbled across it. This sickened me. I then started reading about different religions. A year ago i went to a lady who gave me a angle reading, I prayed for love. I had only a few night before sat in my bullshit world reading about another Muslim woman who was in prison for the allegations of committing adultery. It was then i asked the universe to help me write a book, my angle cards came out...Angle of Faith...Angle of creative writing and patience. Well I will not be praying quite so intensely again J Am I mad?



I hope this gives more information on what i am trying to achieve...Freedom of choice...Free will



I won’t keep rambling on

Enjoy your day

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Visual Effects

Psychosis visual effects!!

As I lounge around. I see the small dark figure dart across the front room. On the table, the candle flame flickers up and down, the electrical energy whizzing high. 'Who is here and what do you want' I ask...the energy starts to chill, the atmosphere almost darkens in gloom.

The air is heavy, silent with the only noise coming from the gushing wind and the faint distant kitchen radio.. who is in my house and what do the want?
I feel a sensation of a sting, a cord round my throat, the attachment from the unknown source that penetrates my front room. A feeling of pins and needles in my feet I hear..my name, only once.
Arhh.. the usual visitor...
My worst nightmare or my dream come true. I want to put his already dead lights out :-) can I find a way?.. to kill the already dead who turn up unannounced not always welcomed and in malice.
I cannot be bothered having a battle with any hell raisers tonight.
The underworld are at my door with their evilness that flows like wine in a alkies. I call them dogshit, they are dogshit. These unknown souls spirits beings or ghosts are black they make my home dirty so a quick smile followed by 'what the frig do you want?' to now knowing I shall be spending the entire night talking fighting and laughing with the unknown dropping in for their own entertainment..the lowlife level of the dogshit. 'here you arrive with the grand total intelligence level of a chocolate peanut m and m and peanuts do not have brains'.i say smugly to their leader. So tonight,t I question am I slipping into psychosis, or am I being visited by a soul from the other side.

29:01

The time is 3.56am. I wonder what has happened. Even now I look at the carnage caused by the constant battles and I think WTF! What the fuck has happened! :-) Where are all the nice loyal caring ghost, spirits, beings? I am surrounded by the lowest of the low, the thickest of thick, the meanest of the mean, the dirtiest next to black that smell of dogshit. What on Earth is going on!?. I wonder if they are from an other galaxy, far from here, who do not know how to wash or that soap exists, they need some kind of connection train in to my property on to earth, either that or they just like to throw litter round my home to let me know they are here and too annoy the shit out of me. I notice things go on around the room. I am drug and alcohol free, ordained by the light. So I defiantly aint tripping here!, I rarely drink alcohol so I know I am not pissed . Strange things happen, next door blame me for the noise but I hear it too, the bangs the bumps. Sat here on my own I think WTF! I turn around to see a shadow, a dark stiletto figure dashing towards the door.

I see faces all around, human faces of mixed variety both in male and female form. A few put on what I call horror faces, bones with half de composed flesh ' what you looking like that for' I snap at them 'you did not look like that when you dropped dead'' I can be harsh with them, sometimes having to tell a soul that he or she is in fact dead and needs to let go of what's holding them from moving on and evolving to a being, usually suicide or murder victims, innocent young men and woman that have not found an escape with suicide or trapped in pain unable to let go of there loved ones. 'We are spirits they claim' ' no you are souls who have not evolved into beings, we are all human beings, we experience life as human then our souls form as beings' our spirit is our essence of ourselves, we are all human beings in different forms. I wonder if Life is a test. God tests to see where you go next in your life path, if your good in life good stuff will follow if you been rotten that is what you get. We all reap what we sow.

These dark souls that surround me taunt me into trying to get me to commit suicide. They taunt and inflict injury 'no way' I tell them 'never, I want rid of you before I wake up dead' I hate them now I could not imagine having to put up with the low level dogshit behaviour for ever... for ever and ever!!! no way I just couldn't cope. Not a prayer, not a chance. I am staying alive.
I settle down on the sofa, wrap the blankets around me, curl into ball and close my eyes.

I dream about the afternoon Michael  arrived and announced himself as my father with a lanky teenager behind him, Grim. Grim was jumping over my head smiling like some kind of lunatic his blonde hair shining in the afternoon sun. Grim seemed familiar, I wonder if I knew him in life? Which life! This life? I became love struck, curious and intrigued in this ghost, soul being or possible aliens, jumping round my living room, he cursed me.. 'I curse you, that you shall love me forever' he said with smile... I wonder who grim really is! I also wonder who Michael is. I have no father, birth certificate is left blank on fathers details.. Who is Michael the half cast black male with the pristine white suit and white hat, claiming to be from a place called utopia and who is grim, a white male dressed like slim shady in a scruffy tracksuit along side him.
More Grims arrive at my home, souls from the underworld. Dirty smelly... I am confused which grim is which ' is Grim a state of mind I wonder,'you are all called grim?' I question them, 'no this is our grim reaper' they whine at me ' we want to kill your grim'. Who is my Grim? I wonder

Michael wanted to see me blind, claim my soul, rape my mind'
send me spiritually down the drain..
Saturn said he would wait for a more natural death,
so they messed with my car breaks instead...
Grim said he would torture me daily if I did not comply
take my own life, commit suicide..
he then claimed me as his wife, sold me to the underworld, whored me out..
I do not want to die. I cried to my god
I want to live in light and love..

I will not die... and grim I want a divorce!

It would be easier for me to obtain a divorce if I knew whom I was married to, the fact I have never been married does not seem to interest my unknown husband. He states I am his wife, and that is that. No woman should be subjected to arrange marriages without her consent full consent. I hate the fact I might be been obtained by a male or a male who is trying to claim me and I find him unattractive and sexually repulsive.. yuk! On second thoughts he could be hansom but a complete arsehole. No I never want to be claimed as  wife. It should be illegal world wide.

Zero tolerance on terrorists, paedophiles, sex traffic groups, rapist or those who force marriage, its classed as rape, is how Earth would be if I was god I think to myself.
Have I got a grim?, I myself go grim, in my daily surroundings all bullshit bollocks and lies. I am surrounded by lairs who will give any name if they think it would passify a person into believing them
I am surround by and judging the dead. I listen to their life problems I understand I do not care, I talk to them yet they are not my friend. I call them my pretend friends, unwelcome d visitors in my home. Who's life on earth was tough, they have become dogshit in the nasty realm called the underworld, if they do not care for themselves or others welfare, I do not care for them..
Who are they? What do they want? And where are they from?

Psychosis or Spiritual invasion

Psychosis or spiritual invasion?

As my life turns from upside down semi okish to crumbling apart, to back on track and up and down spiral of emotions I look at my hand scrawled manuscript that took me in to the dark side of spirituality and questioned who is who, I prayed to all angles, all gods, to see who came arrived at my home. Am I highly astute or am I suffering from translucent psychosis and wonder if I am mad..mental...i can see things no one else can!! ghosts beings floating past my head the under voices of them whispering chattering or shouting in the background.. are these things real? My nights and days roll over, days slip into nights back into days time has no concept I wonder what day is it? who am I? and why can I see, see those others floating past, causing electrical disturbances visual effects and real pain. I shouted out it is not real until you feel pain for pain is real. When I am under attack from the deity entie ghost spirit or being I feel the pain they inflict which tells my logic human brain screams inside.. I can feel that physically feel pain so it's real. I am classed as a nutter, desirability less than 25% due to the fact and i am not ashamed to say, I was sectioned under the mental health act so now I am viewed a crackpot, nut head, people all wittering behind my back 'she talks to herself her' as they turn their gaze. I am looked down upon from neighbours who hear me scream and fight with the spiritual underworld, I wonder what normal is, I have nightmares of past life experiences, arguments with the unknown and crazy antic that go on in my surroundings. Electrical faults and high activity am I mad or have I been under a spiritual attack from the forces from the dark side. Feeling the cold energy surround my room when the unkown enters. The chill in the air, my desperation to remove the dark spirit in an attempt to reclaim my life remove them from my head, or fix what ever damage I have that's causing me to see the unknown force that surrounds me, terrifying me, taking what's mine including my privacy I am always being watch...

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31;01;12

31:01:12

I wake up, its daylight and I am still alive... 'oh thank you God!' I say out loud, never sure from one day to the next of how I will wake up, dead or alive!!. It is freezing today, I check the weather out the window, big blobs of snowy sleet are falling from the sky. I go downstairs, the cold hitting me violently, my feet starting to freeze on the lino flooring. I flick the kettle on for my morning brew and switch the heating on. The heating fires up, then slowly starts to shut itself back down. Great! I have run out of gas. The good thing about a prepayment meter is you do not have a massive bill the down side is moments like this. I have just got out of bed it is freezing cold and I have run out of gas. so I now must venture outside, face the snow and get gas credit for the pound munching machine. I throw some jeans on over my pj's put my coat and hat on and make a mad dash to the shop, without brushing my teeth or my hair The shop was quite, so I was in and out in speed. Who cares if I look half human let the gossips gossip! It is early morning, I want some heat and a brew :-)

The energy of my environment this morning seems a little more pleasant from the past few days happenings. Plus the extra bonus I am still alive...'ha ha ha ha staying alive' I sing to the projected faces all around me. I can vaguely make out the voices the chats in the background. I do not want to listen out to much just in case I hear them, the male and female voice that have been attached to me for a number of years.. sometimes I get the feeling the woman is a man, the man a woman, back to front but that's the aura I feel from my attached two, not the sounds I hear that make me come to the conclusion they pretend to be someone else.

30:01:2014

Today has been weird, strange. After half an attempt to sleep on the sofa after my past two nights of misery, in conflict with the underworld. I went to bed. I slept till past lunch, yet I woke weary, shattered and still worn out. my voice box croaking from shouting at the after life. I don't think I shall even bother to get dressed or attempt to do anything other than listen I thought as I put the kettle on for my morning brew to wash down my morning medication! It hurts me, the fact I am on medication as to me it is real but to a psychiatrist I am a total crackpot there is no after life invading me, and the underworld does not exist...according to my doctor. I pop the pill in my mouth wondering, hoping, that this morning it will just shut it off, stop it..cure me...remove the underworld and the ghosts it brings to my home.

The day is drizzly outside, the same feeling as my mood, I know I am being watched, constantly watched. I have taken to becoming like a nun refusing to have sex as I will not be the ghost beings porn star...all gossip in the underworld out..'''wank time she is having sex!' they would all pass the knowledge around my privacy zero! 'just because sex is not a sin, does not mean you can watch you fucking perverts' I scream at my unwelcome visitor.. 'I am not the virgin Mary' I continue 'fuck off else where underworld dogshit perverts'. So in my newly formed nun like status, I prayed to god... do not make me a nun, what has happened, what went wrong? I am living a nun like existence, something has to change .

I wonder where he is, what he is up to, chatting away in his cheeky cockney slang London accent. When I hear his voice the house in usually in full battle mode, I wonder what I am clinging on to? Is the nameless voice someone I know? I wonder A childhood friend here from the other side.

I potter around cleaning, connections look like cobwebs from visitors who arrive from the darker realms, they need an attachment to stay, my home is clean, I have become obsessed in hygiene, keeping myself clean, keeping my home clean, total OCD! I shudder to think what the attic is like, I never, ever go up in it. The loft insulation cannot be walked on so I really have no need to go I tell myself .

I am sat alone or am I? I can feel a sensation brush past me and the indentation of a human form sitting in the chair across the room, as if an invisible man has just plonked his arse down. I wonder who it is.. I say out load ; 'who is it really, and do not tell lies?' for the underworld is packed with sinners and criminals, no one tells the truth and everyone is always someone else.

I feel the skin crawling sensation as if someone wants to get under my skin, its getting weaker more bearable now. I have shouted witchcraft at them in a foreign language that I totally understand. I pointed out my new found language skills to my mental nurse. 'I woke up this morning' I told her ' and I can speak a foreign language, has that been known before?' she replied 'only in people who are ill' so with that in mind I chucked back the witchcraft, the venom and the lies right into their being in a bid to remove the one who clings to me dragging me down to hell.

I refuse to make a deal with any of the unknown, because they really are unknown. they conceal their true identities. 'I do not play cards and I do not make deals' I tell the leader who calls himself hades.

What goes on in my daily life is shocking funny painful and just WTF!!

Am I clinging on to someone, something for the right reasons I ask myself or keeping myself trapped in the underworld with the unwanted socialising among the hell raisers, who invade my home. I fight them I will not give in and yet I am still demand to called be love and light, for I am love and light. I hate evil, the dogshit form of human society who must have malfunctioned at birth! I do not lie to them I call then dogshit, their evil I am cruel with a twist to anything that comes in harm their souls are black their presence stinks.

I love to love all that come in love

I love to be mean to all who come in harm

I love to torture evil

I wonder again why they all want to claim me as either a wife or child ' I have no father and I have never been married' I tell the faceless unknown who is trying to claim, my pretend father lets say and I have not had a wedding I state to my also unknown husband.. no wedding no marriage..have that!!

The house is in silence yet I can hear whistling from the kitchen, I class myself as a pooper scooper cleaning up the dogshit to protect the love and light and call upon my own spirit of past lives to help me protect me and become one.. the bird, the beast, the being joining my human form of man ready to tackle whatever happening go on in my home tonight. As one....just me, myself, I..

I refuse to be claimed as a child or a wife, I shall choose my gods who I pray to and it ain't you' I tell the unknown.' for he/she who tries to claim my life with be destroyed by the power of god' I carry on stating with a more sarcastic, arrogant tone in my voice. 'Great another night mingling with the dogshit from lower dirt city'.

The radio comes on, the channel changes, I hear a bang upstairs I smile I do believe someone is here... I wonder who is here... which side have they come from although I am rarely invaded by those of the light so who is the dark shadow that shots across my living room. More to the point who turned the fucking radio on!! :-/

The radio lyrics blast from the kitchen..., I wanna stop and thank ya baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you!

I wonder if someone is playing head games here! I hear a gruff faded distant yet near voice...a male voice mutters my name.

I see a face project on my living room floor, a big fat cheeky face with a huge smile. The atmospheric energy is rising, as the frequency starts to rise I shake and drop crumbs from my chocolate muffing all over my white dressing gown, I start to see little faces of beings pop up everywhere. Am I imagining this? Ghosts are difficult to describe, you cannot always see them but sense them, it takes a lot of energy for a ghost to appear in past form. They look like a projected hologram perfectly formed with out the human solid form, more lighter less dence, if that explained a little how they appear to me.

They call me the devil's child ' but I am not a Catholic, and is it the pope who ordered the murder of millions of pagans,  really the devil. Pope Gregory was an evil man and devil spelt backwards is lived, so did the devil live? He was once just an evil man?' I reply to that insult.

Is Jesus a pagan?

IS JESUS A PAGAN? Chocolate Easter!!

Who is Jesus? And who killed him?

It is all very complicated stuff, some people say the Romans killed Jesus, some say the Jews and some will say it was the Romans takeover of the Jews. In Synoptic Gospels various supernatural events occurred around the time of Jesus death..."what’s occurring?" That there was earthquakes and darkness, the gods went nuts at the crucifixion of this man. Christians have traditionally understood Jesus death on the cross to be knowing and willing sacrifice. Is this true? Or did he die with honour and dignity that he knew he couldn’t fight the Roman Solider now that they thought he was the ‘King of the Jews’ This man could have just thought fuck this, its game over... i am stuffed no point, get this death over soon as, the wait is killing me!  So that leaves me questioning...

Could it not be Jesus was a pagan? A spiritual man who wanted to spread the message of oneness, to love. What makes me wonder is why the Romans would kill a fellow Christian? If in fact he was a Christian and not a Jew. Or worship him if he was a Jew and not a Christian? Emperor Constantine took steps to spread the Christian faith and then Emperor Theodosius made Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire. So first they kill Jesus then they decide hang on a minute ‘yer we kind of fucked up, sticking this geezer on a cross...shit... Let us repent our sins and now follow him’. To the Romans religion was not a spiritual practice but rather a contractual one that was used to control people .Mmm... Where is the free will?

Roman Peasants (pagan means peasant) celebrate the natural cycles of our world around. Simply abound with the Gods and the spirits. A multitude of festivals were held to appease the Gods. The beginnings of Christianity are very blurry. No one really knows as far as historical fact is concerned, even the birth of Jesus himself is uncertain most celebrated events Christmas and Easter occurred long before the Roman Empire forced the Christianity label...

So as we come to this time of year new beginning fresh hope, time to plants the seeds of new beginning also the beginning of When Julies Cesar established his calendar in 45 BC, he set March 25 as the spring equinox. Between the 4th and 16th centuries, the calendar drifted with respect to the equinox, such that the equinox began occurring on about March 21st.

So is Easter a celebration of our planets revolving to bring us lighter days or is this time about to tell our kids a load of bullshit of contradiction and stuff chocolate bunnies in there fat faces.. This is the day Jesus died. What kid at 4 or 5 years old gives a crap whom Jesus really is? All they give a shit about is when they can scoff that Easter eggs...Children are moulded with a smarty egg. How very Delicious.

Love Peace and Happiness

Amy
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