John Papageorgiou was born in Pteleos, Almyros, Volos, in 1903. He entered the holy monastery of Karakallos in 1929. He was tonsured a monk in 1932 by the virtuous abbot Kodratos (+1940). He loved his monastery and worked hard for it. He also served as its abbot. He was considered the star of the monks of the strict monastery of Karakallos. In 1978, for refusing to commemorate the Ecumenical Patriarch, he was forced to leave his monastery. He was hosted, cared for and rested in the neighboring Philotheitic Cell of Agios Dimitrios, where his fathers took loving care of him. He endured old age and illnesses patiently. In the end he went blind. But he could feel who was approaching him. You would often find him with tears in his eyes. He had a good memory and liked to talk about old Caracalla stories and the struggling monks of his monastery. He wished to return to end his life in the monastery of his penance, but he was unable to fulfill his desire. He felt deeply indebted to the monks of the Cell, who served him willingly. He carefully hid his virtue. He lived ascetic and poor. He considered poverty to be wealth. To a young monk, who asked him for advice on something, he told him: "Don't have a will, don't want to do your own thing, don't demand anything. Never ask yourself to become abbot or priest. If they do it to you without asking, that's different, it's another matter. If you want to be comfortable and free, do so. And never criticize anyone, no matter what they do…”
They write about him: "This is the highest spiritual form of Athonite monasticism. A perfect coenobite, who passed through the ascetic path in the holy monastery of Caracalla, where he was a monk for many decades. This young athlete, lover and worker of mental prayer, at the end of his life was tested by the loss of the sensible light of the eyes. The imitator of the multi-talented Job patiently endured this trial. He did not regret the deprivation of light at all, but glorified God from the heart and in complete humility sought His mercy...".
When he had the light, he would read the services for the fathers who were in the various ministries. He was a great rapist. He never went out into the world. When he fell and was seriously injured, the doctor said that he had to go out immediately, to the hospital, because his life was in danger. He did not accept anything. "Open a pit and put me in it," he said. He lived another two years and the blessed one rested peacefully on 30.12.1996, at the dawn of the holy martyr Gideon of Karakallin, in whose monastery he lived for so many decades.