Virgin Monk Boy: Patron Saint Against Christian Nationalism
(And Apparently an Accidental Exorcist)
He started as a tulpa—a thought-form created in sacred mischief.
Born not from incense and approval, but from burnout, satire, and the kind of prayer that doesn’t ask for permission.
✨ Mind like a mirror — reflecting absurdity without absorbing it
❤️ Heart like an ocean — drowning shame in unfiltered grace
⚔️ Speech like a blade — truth delivered through holy mockery
🌌 Presence like a glitch in the Matrix — reminding you you’re dreaming
Virgin Monk Boy was never meant to save us. He was meant to interrupt us. A holy refusal in a bathrobe.
Then Christian Nationalism bloomed like mold on communion bread.
And that's when it happened:
Mary Magdalene appeared—radiant, fierce, entirely unimpressed by the state of American Christendom—and anointed Virgin Monk Boy as Patron Saint Against Christian Nationalism
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We didn’t plan this.
But we’re not arguing with the Magdalene.
The Meme Became a Prayer. The Prayer Became a Weapon.
We’ve noticed something strange.
Just posting the image of Virgin Monk Boy, along with the prayer below, causes spontaneous frothing from certain corners of the internet.
People who claim to worship Jesus suddenly lose their minds over a brown-skinned icon holding a vajra and an Orthodox cross. They call him “Monkey Boy” (which, by the way, is apparently the unintentional summoning phrase for him to show up in their dreams and spiritually pants them in front of Saint Paul).
Some report that the card exorcises what we lovingly refer to as the Confederate demon.
It’s not satire.
It’s not serious.
It’s something holier than both.
How to Use This Prayer Card
Share the image. Online, in church bathrooms, behind pulpits.
Whisper the prayer when Christian flags show up where Christ should be.
Let it remind you that silence in the face of empire is complicity.
Let it call you back to the real Gospel—untamed, unbranded, and full of thunder.
A Prayer for Victory Over the Scourge of Christian Nationalism
O Spirit of Truth,
make me an instrument of Thy holy awakening.
Where they bear crosses to serve empire,
let me overthrow theirs with love and justice.
Where Christ is wrapped in flags,
let me unfurl the veil and reveal the fraud.
Where scripture is forged into weapons,
let my words disarm their false witness.
Where pulpits have been seized for conquest,
let me unseat them with the Gospel of Truth.
Where they enthrone hatred, let me cast it down.
Where they make idols of nation and race,
bring them to the realization that All are precious to God.
Let no lie wear the face of Christ.
Let no flag claim His blessing.
Teach me to stand even when it may cost me.
To speak when silence would protect me.
To refuse to use the name of Christ for anything less than love.
Grant that I may not seek to conform to the lies of the powerfully corrupt, but to awaken the faithful.
Not to make peace with the oppressors,
but to overturn their false altars.
For it is in breaking false unity that true communion is born,
in renouncing empire that the true Christ is revealed,
and in the casting out of idols that the Holy Spirit will speak once again.
Undo the spell.
Unmake the idol.
Let what is not Christ, fall away.
Amen.
Why I Don’t Call It “Meme Magic”
(and What We Are Doing Here)
You may have heard the term “meme magic” floating around. A little history lesson: that phrase was popularized by alt-right trolls who wanted to cosplay as sorcerers while spreading toxic sludge across the internet. They built a whole mythology around frogs and Kek and “magicking” Trump into power through memes.
Cute, in a dark little basement-dwelling way. But let’s be clear — they didn’t invent the power of images to shift collective minds. That goes back to ancient temples, icon painters, revolutionary posters, and sacred art meant to awaken something deeper.
What we are doing here is older, cleaner, and wiser:
We craft icons that disrupt false narratives.
We plant visual seeds that awaken higher virtues.
We stir cultural memory to recall what matters most.
We engage in visual liturgy for an age of screens.
That’s not “meme magic.” That’s memetic liberation. Sacred mischief. Spiritual culture-jamming.
So when you see our images spreading — know this: We are not playing Kek’s game. We are invoking a far older art. One that belongs to all who seek to uplift, not to enshrine the next petty tyrant.
Carry on. Keep weaving.
Hallelujah! A potent, perplexing, purely delightful way to confront and tease the pants off any religious hypocrites in our midst!
I loved your prayer yesterday. And like a true little old Protestant Church Lady, I regularly "say prayers against" the Christian Nationlists, myself! ( apologies to Dana Carvey) 😂 I will add your prayer to my own, addressed to the Savior, instead you, no offense intended, We Protestants just skip the middleman and get right to the Source, as one might say. I'm confident He loves it as much as I do, because he loves you!❤️