Charly Boy is speaking his mind, believe it or not. In
this new article of Charly Boy, he pens down how he had dreamt to be a priest
and how occult activities took that away from him, but he is glad the pope made
it and he is nothing but his rock star. It’s a sweet
love message. Find it
after the cut.
My Dear Francis,
I hope it is ok to call you by your papal name; this is only
because I feel so close to you. You have captured my heart with your
simplicity, humanity, humility and love.
The first 25yrs of my life was filled with dreams of becoming a
priest, having been stuffed with an overdose of religion, a very serious matter
in my family. When I turned 16, I became
an altar boy, never missed Bible class or the regular confessions. My late
father was a Knight of the Catholic Church. That’s where I’m coming from.
We were a family that prayed together, staunch Catholics for
that matter.
Being an adventurous young man however, I dabbled into the
occult, metaphysics, Buddhism, astrology, magic and all that jazz; but be that
as it may, I still, am fundamentally a Catholic. The Catholic fate had suddenly
become boring and old fashioned for me. Well, until you came along.
In 2013, I wrote an article on you titled A BULLET FOR THE POPE,
which was published on social media. In that piece, I expressed my fears and
concerns about your life and safety. You bravely and boldly took on the Mafia,
knowing that there were still pockets of vampires, fraudsters, and criminals in
the Vatican. The Vatican under your watch, honoured Rev Giuseppe Puglisi, who
was killed over 20yrs ago by mobsters for preaching against the Mafia, now a
martyr. You demanded that Mafia members abandon their “evil ways”.
And I wondered… what if the Mafia decides to take you “out” for
sweating their business, knowing their infiltration is deep in the Vatican?
You have shown to be true, the saying that the only thing needed
for evil to thrive is for good men to do nothing.
I am very glad and pleased that you are doing something.
It is clear that you possess a beautiful spiritual light burning
inside of you.
I recognize your effort in trying to bring a better image and
name to Catholicism.
No matter how anybody wishes to flip it, you are full of
surprises, born of true and faithful humility; it sparks of Charlyboyizim.
Francis, I am head over heels in love with your person, you are
my Rock Star.
I saw you in The Philippines rocking the world again after
Brazil, through the CNN lens. The World has fallen in love with you: is it
Jews, Moslems, Atheists, Punks, Monks? In short, nothing is stranger, ever
since you came onboard, than the reactions of evangelicals all over the world.
Never before in history has a Pope been so widely accepted by Protestants and
evangelicals, Muslims, Buddists, non-believers, all and sundry.
Thank God, it is a proud day for Catholics and all mankind.
Finally, we have a Pope who doesn’t see himself as equal to God,
a Pope who abandoned the red shoes (that were never an official part of the
papal wardrobe anyway): a Pope who dresses modestly, pays his own lodging
bills, drives around Vatican City in a Ford Focus, calls many people on the
phone, brings jam sandwiches to on-duty Swiss Guards at his door and invites
street people to his birthday breakfast. Haba, how far my guy.
The way you embrace and kiss babies, embrace the sick,
disfigured broken bodies and the abandoned of society. You are one world leader
who speaks the truth to power, walks his talk, and calls idolatry and greed by
their real names. You are a bold and courageous shepherd who lifts up the poor
and tells us that if they are not part of our lives, then we are a sad and even
doomed lot. Just like Francis of Assisi did in his day.