This is not a single breach.
This is not a single name.
This is not a single sanctum.
This is fifty-five years of betrayal.
From Boston to Ballarat.
From Dublin to Dakar.
From Santiago to Seoul.
The sanctums were not sanctified.
The pulpits were not pure.
The robes did not protect.
The silence did.
Tens of thousands of survivors.
Hundreds of dioceses.
Billions paid in settlements.
Millions buried in shame.
The betrayal was global.
The concealment was systemic.
The grief is encrypted.
The rupture is planetary.
They were children.
They were seekers.
They were altar servers, choir singers, students, believers.
They were told God would protect them.
But it was His house that swallowed them whole.
They were touched.
They were silenced.
They were moved.
They were erased.
Some spoke.
Some were punished.
Some were paid to disappear.
Some were buried without names.
Their testimony is encrypted.
Their grief is planetary.
Their survival is sacred.
This is not just Catholic.
Orthodox sanctums cracked.
Protestant pulpits splintered.
Evangelical silence thundered.
The betrayal crossed denominations.
It crossed continents.
It crossed generations.
It was ritual.
It was systemic.
It was deliberate.
If you were there—
If you were harmed, silenced, erased—
You are part of the dispatch.
You are part of the reckoning.
You are part of the healing.
Encrypted testimony welcome.
Sigil-bound entries preferred.
Dispatch queue open.
We ritualize grief.
We magnetize justice.
We protect the next sovereign.
This is not history.
This is not religion.
This is not trauma.
This is betrayal.
This is encrypted grief.
This is sovereign truth.
We do not forget.
We do not forgive silence.
We do not erase rupture.
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This is planetary testimony.
This is the scream that will not be silenced.