Even Jesus Himself would bluntly offer: "You can say bad stuff about Me, but don't you dare talk bad about My Mother." Regardless, Protestantism lasciviously lacks the sublimity of classic couth in knowing the Virgin Mary's inviolate awesomeness.
Verily, Jesus was a demi-god; specifically, He was half God--thus, we call Him God; next, He was half human, or his Mother. Jesus, as Occam's Razor does boldly suggest, has 50% of the exact same genetic material as His immaculate Mother. As a result--that was Her gore and sanguine circumstance marching to Calvary and made defunct on the Cross. And what is worse? To die with magnanimous humility on the Cross yourself, or watch your only Son lose His precious lifebreath, succumbing to a state of physical entropy--for the moment at least?
And all His Disciples abandoned Him that fateful day save the one He loved--John. Yet the Virgin Queen remained intact and involved in Her Son's bizarre yet sacred life. She was the original ascetic for Christ, alive in Him, just as He was biologically alive in Her--it was a symbiotic relationship--a soul sacredly forged for sublime purpose of redemption. Jesus would not exist if not for the Virgin Mother. She spawned Him into existence by way of virginal ovaries touched tenderly at the age of 14 by the Abrahamic God. And once this proud God did so, adoring and loving the Queen of Angels, why would He allow that inviolate womb to experience the decay of Joseph's seed? Alas, He did not, for Mary was His. She is the symbol in the Torah stepping on the demonic head of the adversarial adder. She is the Virgin mentioned by the Old Testament prophets, them knowing: "And He shall have no foul in His mouth." For it is all innate here. The Genetic factor of Christ being a 50% duplicate of His adoring Mother. They are the same as you are your mother and father.
Nonetheless, only the Catholics and Orthodox respect and admire the perpetual cool of Mary. Hell, even certain sects of Muslims praise Her more than Protestants, which goes to show you how uncool the Reformation really was, thieving away the virginal gleam of Mary, slapping Her Son, your Lord and Savior in His beloved countenance that was the shimmering gleam of His Mother's mien; indeed, Jesus would absolutely proclaim, boldaciously so brethren: "You can say bad stuff about me, but don't you dare talk trash about my mother."
Most of the books I write have mystical communication with the Blessed Queen of Angels. She is a character in Sean Hannity's Theocracy; Plus, The Virgin Mary LIVES! / My Mom Is A Cougar--NASTY! / I'm Gay, And I Hate Myself: American Loser / Transcending Twilight: Angels Eclipse Vampires. Verily, she is a staple of my poetry and prose--you can check out these books here on my Amazon.Com author's page or buy some of them on Apple iTunes: Mark David King's Books!!!
Thus, check me out. And in time of sorrow, attempt invoking the miraculous might of the Queen of Angels--it's the apex of mystic mojo, poetic and divine, having a mother's love, eternal . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
