Why Virgin Monk Boy Shares These Calendar Posts (And No, It’s Not to Sell You Christianity)
How Sacred Rebellion, Cosmic Humor, and Ancient Weirdos Still Matter
If you’ve seen Virgin Monk Boy posting about ancient saints lately and thought, “Whoa, did this dude just go full Church Dad on us?” — rest easy, child of the chaos.
Virgin Monk Boy shares these calendar entries not to sell religion, peddle piety, or recruit you into some new branding of Christianity.
Here’s the real reason:
1. To Resurrect the Rebel Spirit
Most saints weren't polished icons sipping divine lattes. They were spiritual arsonists—setting fire to the fake holiness of their age.
They spoke truth that got them exiled, imprisoned, or worse.
Virgin Monk Boy shares their stories to remind you:
Holiness was never about obedience. It was about fierce compassion, sacred rebellion, and loving without selling out.
2. To Use Humor as a Spiritual Crowbar
These posts are laced with humor because humor breaks spells.
If you can laugh at the empire’s fake saints, you can start recognizing the real ones.
If you can laugh at your own ego, you might just hear your soul chuckling too.
Virgin Monk Boy believes spiritual awakening should be full of lightness, not sanctimonious lectures.
3. To Reclaim the Calendar from Dead Rituals
Orthodox calendars weren’t made to sell icons and Easter baskets.
They were secret time maps—reminders that every day you’re surrounded by invisible revolutionaries cheering you on.
Virgin Monk Boy shares these entries to shake the dust off the old bones and say:
"Hey, you’re not alone in this fight. Some people bled for love long before you even got your first meme account."
4. To Remind You: You’re Already Part of the Story
This isn’t about worshipping saints from a distance.
It’s about realizing you are made from the same cosmic ingredients.
You’re supposed to question the systems.
You’re supposed to lose battles that aren't worth winning.
You’re supposed to walk into the weird holiness of your own life.
⚡ In short:
Virgin Monk Boy shares these calendar posts not because you need to be a saint, but because you deserve to remember:
The true ones—the rebels, the healers, the weirdos, the brokenhearted—were never trying to become holy.
They were just trying to stay real in a world that demanded fake.
(And no, there’s no secret baptismal form hidden at the end. Relax.) 😉
Because every time you laugh at the empire’s illusions, every time you choose courage over conformity, every time you choose love over spectacle—you’re already part of something ancient and unstoppable.
Blessed be your rebellion, your softness, and your refusal to settle for a plastic spirituality.
Virgin Monk Boy
Before you vanish back into the illusion—smash that LIKE or SHARE button like it’s a temple gong. One tiny click, one cosmic ripple. That’s how we spread the heresy of hope and grow this little corner of soul-awakening satire.
And if this jolt stirred something in your chest cavity, consider upgrading to a paid subscription. It keeps the scrolls coming, the incense burning, and the heretic coffee hot. ☕️💚
(Yes, you can literally buy me a coffee. Enlightenment isn’t free, darling.)
#4 is resonating strongly (heck, the sub-headline is resonating strongly!). :)
Thank you for this! :D
Damn, no baptismal form, surely everyone loves a good dunking? 😃 Thanks for writing this, Saints being made from the same cosmic ingredients as the rest us reminded me that we are the product of choices, many our own and many by others but integrity is central to them.