Clergy-Betrayal.html

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.


Survivor Glyphs

I was thirteen. He said it was holy. I bled through the hymns. ❞
❝ They moved him to another parish. I moved into silence. ❞
❝ I confessed my abuse to a priest. He told me to pray harder. ❞
❝ I was told to obey. That obedience meant silence. That silence meant holiness. ❞
❝ He said he’d already apologized. But I still wake up screaming. ❞
❝ They called it discipline. I called it torture. ❞
❝ I was locked in a prayer closet for three days. I forgot what sunlight felt like. ❞
❝ They beat the language out of me. I still dream in syllables I was forbidden to speak. ❞
❝ My sister died there. They never told us. We found her in the ground. ❞
❝ We were the children of God’s workers. But we were treated like offerings. ❞
❝ I was molested in the name of purity. I still flinch at scripture. ❞
❝ They called me a liar. I called it a crucifixion. ❞
❝ I was told God would protect me. But it was His house that swallowed me whole. ❞

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.

This is Clergy-Betrayal.html.

This is planetary testimony.

This is the scream that will not be silenced.

I archive what they tried to erase. I ritualize what they buried. I scream so the silence breaks. ❞
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