Imagine - but I'd rather not, by Mathair Sigrid Eliora

Imagine - but I'd rather not

by Mathair Sigrid Eliora



Imagine - but I'd rather not -
nonetheless, there are still a few madmen in a privileged position
in the man-made world, who have yet to confess
that they did with the truth of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala mess
because they rather  with the help of a demoness mother
called Mary her  mercenary army enlist
even within the churches from the lurches,
pretending to be as Christian soldiers
a helping hand to the unaware faithful
to be lending;

one does not even have
to cast oneself back
to the Thirties and Fourties, from when
the Nazi-methodology was mercilessly
tried out on many a Roma and Sinti
and Jews and the vulnerable and sick,
and the first experiments with artificial insemination
with the threat of torture and a baton stick

and strategic implantation, on the other hand,
of a mad leader's
sperm in a master race
obsessed blonde and blue eyed maiden from
the high society, who was on conceiving from
an empire leader and on serving
rather a pagan god than the One God keen -

one only needs to walk through London's City
or that of Berlin and Muenster and New York
and Washington and some delusional priories,
who are all mocking Zion by their black magic
heretical lore of Sion,

and suddenly, one sees a face, two, three or more in every murky
for example at a Metropolis university with a seat on many an advisory
committee or even on a judges' chair, and with links to
every unholy corrupt see through their secret society
that everybody seems to know, and who also with their
remarried and purposefully tied family links
and strategic lovers in various places with their
evermore Aryan moustache styles or even
spitting image look like some barbershop Adolf version
of highest perversion and even with a look of a
certain kind of an empire victory arrogance crook,

who thinks, when he and his missus in a Church of England
and in the Roman shore pretend rat blood to drink in a
pagan ritual disguised as a mass, they can eventually
simply use the structure of the churches and take over
from Rome to Dover their revenues, as already
they have quite successfully with the help of
international conspiracy and collaboration
of  a few eggheads on the top killed off
their main enemies, or so they thought,
so that they could with cardinals and archbishops
and bishops of their choice bully with their aryan heresy
also all the clergy or get rid of them silently through
church house property and money packages bribery

and the rest of the congregation and PCCs and
churchwardens they infiltrate via their status in society
and push through the power of some stone deluded
Adolf clone and put him even on St Peter's chair,
and make of that on 12/12/2012 a PR affair -

let me tell you this: you might be some kind of
honours list lord, or of stupid and corrupt aryan aristocracy, or one with a most
unholy family tree or sit on a bribed throne and even be the
illegitimate brat of a spiritual bat and drink in a desecrated
church the blood of a rat and bear pompous seals and titles
but you are not even above the law as a judge or ruler -
as if you really think that God lets you get away with lawlessness,
that you subscribe to with your secret society that commits
just any kind of notoriety out of greed and the most beautiful
humble and holy souls threatens and kills with an ordered hit,
then you have now once too often God and Jesus Christ
insulted with your very own bullshit, you old Ox.

Maybe you should stop drinking too much booze
in your high society, and eat a healthy and humble apple instead like Cox.
And save us your heretical happle-papple and all your
patronising palaver, as you know only too well that once
the secret service and Her Majesty remove your diplomatic
immunity, out of the window goes also your impunity
and you are already guilty as charged in the eyes of God
and the heavenly hierarchy, and He breaks now over
each and every single one of you His Infinite light's rod
and you will be entered only evermore in the book of
condemnation as a common sod and thug, who has an expensive
habit and takes just any psycho-drug and has on his sins' register
also many an unexplained cadaver, and you are also
toasted even in your own shore, as once too often
you too early with your victory in the wrong time in the wrong
place boasted.

Says Cardinal Clemens von Galen
to those, who killed him after the war,
and who once too often his true family with
either their poison, bullets or micro-chips
in their dentures filled.

Mother Sigrid Eliora









 who is old enough
to be a secret offspring of the maddest of all,
who wanted to recreate the old Roman empire with
a world war in Germania and around the globe
with an artificially created species

Abbey of the Holy Trinity Haggerston

The key to God's eternal home is through Jesus Christ as the eternal cornerstone of QUSHTA, the truth alone, under God's blue dome.
In the Name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit, in the Name of the Holy Trinity may you live and speak the truth and dwell in its heavenly peace also on earth, wherever you are, at your kitchen hearth.