Judgement Day Read Free

the years that followed my body
of work became more and more impressive, until one day there was no
denying it any longer. I was indeed sent here for a purpose ,
but for what purpose? I still don’t know. The signs point the way, but they never tell you
the destination. What I do know is that I was never meant to
fail.
    This isn’ t a story about me making a bunch of shit up, this
is a true tale of madness and discovery. God took me to the edge of
the abyss, and then he pushed me over it. I was lucky to survive,
but it’s not over yet. This is only the beginning, and my journey,
our journey, may never be over. This isn’t about me, this is about
every person on the planet, I did this for you.
     
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In The Beginning…
     
    I was born
Michael David Mulligan at Nepean Hospital in Kingswood (Penrith) to
Rosemary Joan Mulligan (nee Blair-Hickman) and William David
Mulligan on the 10th of March, 1981.
    When I was
born and my mother saw me for the first time, she thought there was
something wrong with me, that the doctors had done something to me.
I was born with a large birthmark that covers most of my left inner
thigh. The birthmark on my thigh is unusual, not just for its size.
I have never really investigated it apart from the odd Google
search, but I have never heard of one like it. I think that
birthmark is a thin layer of skin. You can see the veins and blood
vessels underneath the surface and it ’ s quite hot, body temperature hot. I always felt
embarrassed but lucky to have that birthmark, I loved the way that
it kept my hands warm on cold nights.
    My father has
schizophrenia and my parents divorced when I was very young. He
used to tell me that his father is the smartest man in the world,
he’s the second smartest man in the world, and I’m the third
smartest man in the world. Somehow I doubted that my father and his
father were the smartest men in the world, but I always knew that I
was pretty smart. He told me how Isaac Newton was the smartest man
in history, and how he discovered the theory of gravity by watching
a falling apple. He used to compare me to Isaac Newton constantly and say “you’re Isaac
Newton’s right arm, Mickey.” He also talked a lot about aliens. He
told me he had three alien friends, one was a kangaroo man, another
had veins wrapped around his head, the third I don’t recall, but I
used to dream of those aliens visiting me. He told me that when the
world ends they were going to come and take him, my sister Katie
and myself away and save us. He also constantly called my mum a
witch, which used to make me very uncomfortable.
    The last time
I saw him as a child still haunts me. He was asking me to come and
live with him, raving on about aliens and the end of the world. I
was probably about five or six, but I wasn’t stupid. As much as I
loved him, I knew he couldn’t take care of me, provide a home, or
get me to school, so I told him I couldn’t come with him and that I
wanted to live with mum. He grabbed me just below the shoulders, at
the top of my arms and shouted at the top of his lungs, “you’re not
smart enough, Mickey!” His shouting reverberated around the street,
and I can still hear those words reverberating in my mind, “you’re
not smart enough, Mickey.” It’s the story of my life, no matter how
smart I was, I was never smart enough. He didn’t come around again,
my mum took care of Katie and myself until she remarried.
    After my
parents divorced my mum dated a couple of guys, but she met the man who would become my
step-father, Ken Spears, at the neighbour Tom’s party. I really
liked Ken when I was little, I thought he knew everything. I used
to ask him a lot of questions, as kids do, and he always seemed to
have the answers. Mum and Ken got married when I was about ten, and
my father gave up his rights to me and Katie. Ken legally adopted
us and we changed our names to Spears. We also moved around the
corner to Ken’s place.
    I was pretty
keen