A Son of Life: The Triune of St. John the Immaculate

A SON OF LIFE

THE TRIUNE OF ST. JOHN THE IMMACULATE

Don De La Don

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Contents

Introduction: And the Word Became Flesh

The Son of Light

The Son of Darkness

The Flight of the Dove

Carly

For He who knocks, waits and listens.

The Mark of One

The War Zone

The Bonafied Hustler

Pedro

Renni Cabra

The Spirit of Vegas

The Gangsters!

There’s No Sunshine in Burque

The Golden Triangle

The Installer

The Devil and the Man, with Love, from the Devil

Hell on Wheels with La Vita

Chuck’s Wally World

The Call of Intelligence

The First Cross

The Descension

The Strong Arm of the Law

Manuelito

The Fall of the Second Cross and the Ride of Death

The Sight of Illusion

The Equalizer and the Third Cross

The Proclamation of Faith and the Three Crosses

The Fourth Cross of the Fallen Crosses

And the BEASTs Came Out to Play

Hollywood Noir

The Hypno Trances

The Method

The White Rose of Montada

Operation Myspace

The CIFA

The Mexican Standoff

The Procession of Faith

Camp Delta

The Blood of One

A New Testament to Life

The Lord’s Prayer

The End

Every Saint has a past and every sinner has a future

—Oscar Wilde

Introduction

And the Word Became Flesh

G reetings! I thank you for taking the time to read this story. I, Aaron Dominni, have taken a new name, God-given unto me, as St. John the Immaculate, only on paper (per Revelations 2:17, 3:12). I am of no theology or belief of man. In fact, I am a heretic who believes strongly in our Lord God, Jesus my savior, the Hoy Spirit, and Satan who was king of this world, who helped me out of hell. I am of the secular world and much like you and the next man. The only difference is God led me on a path in my life, unlike no other man. I believed in his word, as God, Jesus, and Satan all spoke and acted through me during my trials and tribulations. After beating Satan at his own Death Game, I was given the name, St. John the Immaculate.

During my trials, I was working in the spirit or Remote Viewing (RV) with the Central Intelligence Agency and the Intelligence Community. This is my memoir of our work together as the Triune Man, the BEAST (the Bio Electrical Anatomical Systems Terminal), and Operation Myspace. I feel there are truths that should be explained. This is my explanation of who I AM, what I have done, and what is to come. This is not a horror story but a little of each genre. This is in no way tied to any particular religion or faith either. This is solely my experience in hell and how I became we and we is I. For I am a new man. A new myth. A new legend.

What I experienced was real to me. As it happened in my theater or head. You decide if the events depicted in this collection did in fact took place or was it a figment of my imagination. Was it a spirit war that took place? Did this really happen? It is up to you, the reader, to decide.

Some of the names have been changed to protect my friends’ and families’ identities. But the story is an actual account of what all took place, with some fiction to spice it up just for you. It all took place not too long ago. I hope you enjoy this book that I have produced just for you, the reader. Believe as you wish, but believe this unto me, for there is a world of spirits amongst us. I ask that you please be patient with this project, for this is my first book, and it jumps around from time to time. Under the direction of God and the heavens to scribe this, this is the last gospel of man and a new testament to life. The first in a series because this story couldn’t be told in one book. For the Bible has continued to be written through past scribes right until our very present. But the church has forbidden their publications. And others who have been published have not been read as our renowned Bible has. They are only heard in song and dance. Now here comes the fun.

Amen.

For all the forces of darkness cannot

stop what God has ordained.

The Son of Light

W e are all stars who have been coming for years, to your planet Earth. We are a million and one heroes from long ago. We have been infesting, migrating, and building our army of one versus the evil one’s army. A war is amidst us and will physically take place. In the flesh as well as in the spirit or, as we call it, a psychological warfare.

The year was 1974. It was a beautiful September’s day when my mother, Mary Anna, gave birth to me. My mom and my father, Joe Adonai, were two God-blessed parent’s living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The land of enchantment. The land of the lost. The land of the dark and lowly. It was also known as hell, in the epic spirit world. The land of the evil one.

My name was to be One but with one meaning. My birth name given unto me, Aaron Dominni. Me.

When I was born and my mom was lying in rest, an angel came to her and told her, You and your son will be blessed. For he is a giver of light, in a dark world. He is special in the eyes of the Lord.

My mom didn’t know what to think of it. She knew what she saw, for the angel had appeared in the window of the hospital room. Apparently he just floated outside of the window and then translucently rendered himself through the window and appeared in her hospital room. He was twelve feet tall and was draped in white linens and had wings. He was surely a messenger of God or the gods.

Another angel came to her draped in black with black wings and appeared to be a raven. He appeared to my mother and said, Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. For he is the child of the most high, the highest heaven. For you are the One! He was pointing directly to me, who was lying still in my nursery bed.

When both the angels appeared, my mom fell out of consciousness and passed out. She woke up sometime later and was gladly revived by my dad’s presence and their baby son, me. My mom was happy and pleased and couldn’t believe what she saw and just brushed it off as a dream. She told my dad, Baby, guess what?

And my dad replied with, What dear?

Two angels appeared to me and told me that Aaron was special and of the most high and we’re going to be blessed! my mom said.

"Oh si! Where did you see them?" my dad asked.

They came in from the outside and through the window and appeared at the foot of my bed. One was white and the other was black. They said Aaron is the One. He’s so special, Joe Adonai, he’s going to be someone special! my mother replied.

My dad came back with a Wow baby!

Just then, some of my aunts, my dad’s sisters, came to visit us in the hospital. They wanted to see how we were doing. My mom, who is from Colorado Springs, Colorado, was new to Albuquerque. She and my dad had moved to Albuquerque after he was discharged from the army.

My dad was stationed at Fort Carson here in Colorado Springs. My mom and he met in 1970 or so, after my dad came back from Vietnam. He was military intelligence in the Twenty-fifth Infantry Division. He drove and commandeered a recovery tank and worked tight with Charlie Brown, a code name for INTEL. My dad and his convoy would go and load and recover tanks, jets, helicopters, and other vehicles from the Vietnam Theater of war.

After he finished his tour of duty, one year exactly, the army discharged him to Fort Carson, Colorado. My mom and dad met one day while cruising one of the main drags here in town called Nevada Boulevard. When they were young and if you had a car or a friend with a car, you would go cruise the boulevard. They would cruise up and down and check each other out. This is how everyone met and partied and made out or whatever have you.

When they met, my dad was just twenty-one years old, and my mom was twenty. They dated for a year or so while my dad finished his tenure with the army. He went back home to Albuquerque and came back for my mom a year later. When he returned to Colorado Springs, he and my mom got married. They lived here in the Springs until 1974. My mom who had gotten pregnant with me in January of that year had retained a good job, as well as my dad. They both always had good jobs and worked hard every day.

My dad was a cable installer here in the Springs. This is where he made his start. He would later get a better job with Albuquerque Cable Television as it was called back then. He was offered the opportunity to take a better job as a lead technician and would later become a supervisor.

My mom, on the other hand, worked at that time, for the city. She had gone to business school in Kansas City. When she and my dad met, she was a secretary for the Parks Department. As I said, they always retained good jobs.

Together, after being married for a couple of years, they decided to move back to my dad’s hometown of Albuquerque, New Mexico. In July of 1974, they moved to my hometown. At that time, my mom was already seven months pregnant and was already really big. I was a big baby when I was born. I weighed in at a hefty ten pounds, eight ounces. I imagine my mom was huge at that time. Just from her pictures, I knew I was a big baby.

This was the beginning of my life and my return back to this earth.

Growing up, my mom would remind me from time to time that angels did indeed visit her at my birth. She would tell me I was gifted from God and was going to be someone special. My dad disagreed.

As I was saying, my aunts had come to visit us in the hospital, upon my birth. They fell completely in love with me. I guess I was a cute baby. I had round chubby cheeks and a round head full of hair. I sure was adorable if I have to say so myself. As I’ve grown and matured in the flesh and in the spirit and during my trials and tribulations, which we will later get to, I was shown, in the spirit, that some of my aunts were brujas. This is a Spanish word for witches. Maybe they weren’t aware of their beings, in the flesh, but they had witchy spirits working through them.

They practiced this art as some Mexican cultures do. In their Spanish traditions, it’s known as a secret. They are called the Quaidates or Callates, meaning to keep quiet or shut up.

Just a couple of months, after I was born, we would learn true magica or magic. After I was baptized and a couple of months later, I had a spell cast on me called ojo. This means eye in Spanish. We’ll get back to this spell in a little while.

Like I said, my aunts were all visiting us in the hospital. My mom was so excited about the angels appearing to her, she began to tell my aunts what had happened.

My mom said, "My son is going to be someone great! That’s what they said. They said our hijo [or son], is going to be someone great!"

My dad immediately interjected, Oh, baby, don’t say that. That’s not what they want to hear.

He then spoke to his sister’s, "Ejole, Mary Anna is still under the sedatives they gave her. Never mind what she has to say. She’s seeing things." He shook it off as a hallucination as most people would do.

Then one of the eldest sisters or aunts became curious. They were all older than my dad, but this particular aunt asked with piqued curiosity, Who visited you Mary Anna?

My mom replied, I saw two angels. One was white and the other was—

Then my dad interrupted, Oh, don’t listen to her. Like I said, she’s imagining and seeing things. She’s out of it.

Then one of my other aunts asked, Two angels?

And then my third aunt interjected, One white?

And my eldest aunt continued with, And the other black?

All three of my aunts were completely piqued with interest. Little did my parent’s know or did they believe that they were brujas or Spanish witches. In secret, they would conspire against people and put spells on them. All they needed was something that belonged to that person and a picture. I’m not sure of the true nature of their magic, but I would later learn in life, not for a fact, but was given to me in the spirit and in my visions. You will eventually see how all of this is tied into the present.

Anyhow, my aunts continued to pick at my mom’s spirit and her brain. My mom was a beautiful young woman who resembled a today’s Jennifer Lopez. My dad looked like Tony Orlando. They were a hot young couple, and they showed it. They were young and in love. That’s all that mattered.

My dad was raised Roman Catholic, and my mother was Christian. They had the spirit of God moving through them, especially on this particular afternoon.

My dad didn’t like my mom bragging about me to his sisters, for proclaiming that I was a gift from God. He was happier being humble.

My dad whispered to my mom, Don’t be telling anyone that you saw them angels. And furthermore, don’t say anything about Aaron being a gift of God.

Why not? I know what I saw… my mom continued. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t say! Okay?

My dad answered back with, "Just keep it between us. Okay? Calmate mija!"

My aunts and my parents were all in the same room together, and they all decided that my mother should rest. And that’s what happened. My mom rested, and the following morning I was sent home with my parents.

A couple of months passed and it was the holiday season. My dad’s brothers and sisters, my aunts and uncles and friends of our family would come and visit from time to time. One day I began crying for some odd reason. I kept on crying, even after my mom and dad would cradle me. They tried feeding me, and I refused to eat or drink anything. I just kept on crying.

I cried like that for three day’s straight! After all that time, I was beginning to get dehydrated and was losing my voice. I was hoarse from all my crying. My parent’s then decided to take me to the doctor. The doctor found nothing wrong with me, other than severe dehydration. I was just crying for no reason.

Then on the third day, my stepgrandma, whose name was Calla, who was married to my grandfather, called. He was my dad’s dad and raised him and my uncle since they were young. Calla was a curandera or holistic healer. They are the complete opposite of brujas. They can call also be called white witches. They are traditional in the old ways of Old Mexico’s culture.

Calla told my mom in part-Spanish, "Aaron si ya tienen ojo. Bring Aaron to my house, and we’ll pray for him. Okay?"

Okay, my mom agreed.

My mom and dad then went to Calla’s house in Albuquerque’s South Valley. By this time, I was totally dehydrated and wasn’t making a sound because I was so hoarse from crying so much. I was just wheezing and had all the actions of crying but wasn’t making a sound.

Calla then closed all the curtains in the house and laid me on a table. She then placed candles all around me. Then she told my parents to pray at the altar, ten Hail Mary’s, and to recite it from their corazon or heart. They had to pray with all their hearts, and so they did.

Meanwhile, Calla chanted something in Spanish and got a bowl and filled it with water. She then took an egg and cracked it open onto the water. Then she took two toothpicks and made a cross with them over the egg yolk. All the while, she was chanting something special in Spanish. While my parent’s sat at Calla’s makeshift altar, they prayed the ten Hail Marys. They didn’t pray from their hearts.

Calla then made them do it again, and this time say the prayer’s from their hearts. They had to pray with all their soul and spirit and heart. They repeated the ten prayers, and this time Calla brushed me with birds or chicken feathers of some sort.

When my parents were finished praying and Calla was done chanting those words in Spanish, the egg was completely cooked in the bowl of cold water. The cross, made from the toothpicks, were strewn around, one on each side of the egg. My mom said I immediately stopped crying and was tired. My mom fed me and gave me lots of water. I was dying of thirst. I was all better and they took me home.

Those who know about evil witches spells know that in the Spanish heritage, ojo, is a spell that jealous people put on other people. If you’re an infant and a youth, it keeps you wide awake, and its spell has devastating effects. If you’re older and have ojo cast upon you, it can make you look ugly and can do other harmful things to your health and normal everyday functions.

I’m not a witch or do I know exactly what ojo does to a person, but I suffered it and am a survivor of it.

Like I said, my parents took me home, and I was all better.

The Son of Darkness

I n 1977, my parent’s divorced. By this time, my mom had got picked up and started working for the Social Security Administration. My dad, on the other hand, was excelling in his trade in telecommunications or as it was called then, the Cable Television Industry. He was already a supervisor and was climbing steadily in the ranks of management. He had met Bill Gates and Paul Allen when they had founded Microsoft. They all kind of started the telecommunications industry, and my dad was going along for the ride.

My dad had attended night school, a small college there in Albuquerque, while I was a baby. Up until their divorce, my mom had helped him through school. Even after they divorced, my dad was still taking night courses to gather enough credits to earn his bachelor’s degree in business administration. That was my dad’s aspiration. He wanted to be a telecommunications bigwig and that’s what would become of him later in life. As for now, he was still the low man on the totem pole.

Like I said, my dad was a devout Roman Catholic, and my mother was Christian. I was raised as a Catholic and was already baptized by the time of their divorce. Shoot, I was baptized within two months of my birth.

My mom, on the other hand, was now a single mother and was making friends at her new job. They would all get together on the weekends and hang out. One day she met another man, who I would later call my stepdad. His name was Manuelito or Manuel. His initials spelled M-A-D and was known as the MAD man in la pinta or prison.

Manuel was a mean old man, older than my mom by fifteen years. He had done prison time in the California Department of Corrections. He grew up in the Boyle Heights neighborhood of East Los Angeles. Manuel had done a little over thirty years in prison all together. He got caught up three different times for drugs and other small crimes, being a poor Chicano from East LA.

He had done time at Folsom Penitentiary, Chino, and San Quentin. I would later learn more about Manuel’s eerie past and how he was involved or possibly was a Mexican Mafioso. My mom would later tell me, as I was growing up, that Manuel was the devil himself.

And he was. We’ll talk more about Manuel later. He will play a major role in my theater of pain as I’ll call it for now.

On the other hand, my dad had met another woman. They would eventually get married and have a child. In 1979, my dad and his new wife gave birth to my half-brother, Roman. My dad was such a player, back in those days, all the way until his dying day. He couldn’t be with just one woman. In his life, he had many wives, which you will hear about, and their roles in my life.

My dad had just us two children, Roman and me. A year or two later, after Roman was born, they too divorced. In 1982 my dad moved to the Los Angeles area. He had gotten a better job offer at Comcast Cable and became an operations manager. He oversaw the entire plants operations throughout their service district.

I was getting older and Roman was still young, but eventually when Roman was five, he would join me to visit our dad in California, every summer. We would spend our entire summer vacation in Southern California. It would later become my second home.

When I was old enough to attend first grade, my dad insisted that I attend a private school. I started going to St. Charles Borromeo in 1980. This is the school where I would blossom into a full-fledged Catholic. There at St. Charles, I made my first confession, my first communion, and I even became an altar boy as I matured in the ranks of that school.

I grew up with quite a few students who attended this school, from the first to eighth grades. We were all tight-knit. In the later years, before I went to high school, when I was in the middle school grades, I think I was part of the popular bunch. I wasn’t as chubby then and was filling into