Hunger strike or rather:
Let the truth strike, and serve the truth, and nothing but the truth, Father,
and leave behind with his stale bread of heresy the fishmongers, who are not
serving Ichthys, Iesous Christos, but some predator pike!
by Mathair Sigrid Eliora
This morning, when I heard the bell of heresy and lies once again ringing in the neighbourhood I thought for a while of going on a hungerstrike like the Sinti and Roma Elders did in Germany in 1979 - as I can't even complain
to any authority in any of the church hierarchies about their continued heresy, their organised criminality and conspiracy against
the truth in all things and foremost: against the reality of Jesus Christ's and Mary Magdalena's holy matrimony. Why can't I not complain? As there is nobody left with integrity and authority, and the few, who are righteous, are also victims of the establishment and are being threatened like the four priests, who finally plucked up the courage to speak out against a cardinal.
Et voila, he is no longer a cardinal but the brick wall is just shifted to a Vatican now that is a headless snake that can no longer afford private entertainment from the Sparrows of the dome in his home nor to bribe in the neigbhourhood every screeching mandrake; and not only the Vatican is full of beasts, who chase their own tails, and of whom every single cardinal the truth also fails, and rather covers still up that many a mother and father was and is on a secret list for the kill with a little poison from a flask into the cup. And with some of their more or less public links to Satanism and paganism and fascism and neo-feudalism one wonders, who next again whom in that negative-illustrious crowd against John Donne's shroud blinks, and who, like one not so schoene Charakter Kardinal with a secret horn, who added to Jesus Christ's reputation with an exhibition in Vienna about some orgy presented as the last supper even more nails, and who treats with drugs his court thugs and holy snails like slugs - that is what his victims speak out in London in a crypt, when they are being sent to spy on a holy woman, who only speaks the truth as God and Jesus Christ present it to her, and the numerous victims of abuse of power, in order to spread about her then in every devil's den a lie across the border. Such is the collaboration between Rome and the buildings of Wren, and the interstellar constellation of a demoness, who leaves wherever she goes in every shrine her mess, and even tired of clearing up after her is her lady-in-waiting of hell, who did finally also as a whistleblower all tell and lets now bounce back her former master's and mistress' every spell
and is no longer keen on becoming in a corrupt and criminal estate the comtess.
Suddenly the appeal seems to have lost many a once big empire conquering game of chess, and every keyplayer and kingmaker
is suddenly weary of a call by some undertaker, who no longer wishes to be their official confidence shaker towards their victims of organised criminality, as they have meanwhile found out that they were also taken for a ride on their every bribery by Jesus Christ Himself, who informed the authorities regarding the attacks on His beloved incarnate bride, especially, when she became also again and again in many a renewed vow His wife; as security arrangements are a funny thing - so many 'friends', who pledged their support suddenly exchanged their former angels- for a batwing and did in the last minute the bridegroom or the bride or both sting, so that the truth would no longer itself made heard and for justice and the return of Jesus Christ sing.
And, so, this morning I thought, a hungerstrike is not really an option - first of all, I have many a responsibility and cannot run away from them. Secondly, I made a vow to speak and live the truth - so, by going on a hungerstrike, I would not do justice to anybody and the establishment would just wish for their voluntary demise by the incarnate Boaz and Ruth, and the Vatican and CoE would give themselves a bonus payrise - no! We stand firm and tell and live the truth, and watch instead of eating their stale bread the beast chasing each other head and tail, and watch on, how their cover-ups will one by one fail and how their brickwall silence will eventually point the finger at each other, when yet another brother is being summoned and sacked, and finally also his long lost words in the presence of worldly courts unpacked with evidence of unspeakable decadence and not only spiritual pestilence that has held in check whole nations through organised criminality under the disguise of religious authority.
They just did not get it that the old gods are long dead, and that they don't get away anymore in any shore unpunishedly to hand out their heretical bread, as the truth is being happily eaten already all over the world even under the nose of the dragons from Rome to Dover and even transported in many a converted rover, because the truthseekers felt it long in their bones, what they saw in the stars and in their dreams - that the lame game for high stakes is over!!! And God no more of the evildoers' betrayal takes.
My appetite is not great these days anyway, when I think of how many in the process did us betray - and thus a hungerstrike would not even be a sacrifice for me but just a side effect and that is NOT the way - as by starving our health we would just play into the hands of those, who at the cost of the lives of the family of the Holy Rose want to accumulate their wealth.
No, we stand up and walk in and for the truth with every breath we take, and to the peace that only comes through the truth to justice the right shift with our every God-given gift we make. And one of these days, it will be nice also from face to face to talk, and to put some blessings on holy houses with chalk.
OPRE! GELEM! GELEM!
Mathair Sigrid Eliora
Let the truth strike, and serve the truth, and nothing but the truth, Father,
and leave behind with his stale bread of heresy the fishmongers, who are not
serving Ichthys, Iesous Christos, but some predator pike!
by Mathair Sigrid Eliora
This morning, when I heard the bell of heresy and lies once again ringing in the neighbourhood I thought for a while of going on a hungerstrike like the Sinti and Roma Elders did in Germany in 1979 - as I can't even complain
to any authority in any of the church hierarchies about their continued heresy, their organised criminality and conspiracy against
the truth in all things and foremost: against the reality of Jesus Christ's and Mary Magdalena's holy matrimony. Why can't I not complain? As there is nobody left with integrity and authority, and the few, who are righteous, are also victims of the establishment and are being threatened like the four priests, who finally plucked up the courage to speak out against a cardinal.
Et voila, he is no longer a cardinal but the brick wall is just shifted to a Vatican now that is a headless snake that can no longer afford private entertainment from the Sparrows of the dome in his home nor to bribe in the neigbhourhood every screeching mandrake; and not only the Vatican is full of beasts, who chase their own tails, and of whom every single cardinal the truth also fails, and rather covers still up that many a mother and father was and is on a secret list for the kill with a little poison from a flask into the cup. And with some of their more or less public links to Satanism and paganism and fascism and neo-feudalism one wonders, who next again whom in that negative-illustrious crowd against John Donne's shroud blinks, and who, like one not so schoene Charakter Kardinal with a secret horn, who added to Jesus Christ's reputation with an exhibition in Vienna about some orgy presented as the last supper even more nails, and who treats with drugs his court thugs and holy snails like slugs - that is what his victims speak out in London in a crypt, when they are being sent to spy on a holy woman, who only speaks the truth as God and Jesus Christ present it to her, and the numerous victims of abuse of power, in order to spread about her then in every devil's den a lie across the border. Such is the collaboration between Rome and the buildings of Wren, and the interstellar constellation of a demoness, who leaves wherever she goes in every shrine her mess, and even tired of clearing up after her is her lady-in-waiting of hell, who did finally also as a whistleblower all tell and lets now bounce back her former master's and mistress' every spell
and is no longer keen on becoming in a corrupt and criminal estate the comtess.
Suddenly the appeal seems to have lost many a once big empire conquering game of chess, and every keyplayer and kingmaker
is suddenly weary of a call by some undertaker, who no longer wishes to be their official confidence shaker towards their victims of organised criminality, as they have meanwhile found out that they were also taken for a ride on their every bribery by Jesus Christ Himself, who informed the authorities regarding the attacks on His beloved incarnate bride, especially, when she became also again and again in many a renewed vow His wife; as security arrangements are a funny thing - so many 'friends', who pledged their support suddenly exchanged their former angels- for a batwing and did in the last minute the bridegroom or the bride or both sting, so that the truth would no longer itself made heard and for justice and the return of Jesus Christ sing.
And, so, this morning I thought, a hungerstrike is not really an option - first of all, I have many a responsibility and cannot run away from them. Secondly, I made a vow to speak and live the truth - so, by going on a hungerstrike, I would not do justice to anybody and the establishment would just wish for their voluntary demise by the incarnate Boaz and Ruth, and the Vatican and CoE would give themselves a bonus payrise - no! We stand firm and tell and live the truth, and watch instead of eating their stale bread the beast chasing each other head and tail, and watch on, how their cover-ups will one by one fail and how their brickwall silence will eventually point the finger at each other, when yet another brother is being summoned and sacked, and finally also his long lost words in the presence of worldly courts unpacked with evidence of unspeakable decadence and not only spiritual pestilence that has held in check whole nations through organised criminality under the disguise of religious authority.
They just did not get it that the old gods are long dead, and that they don't get away anymore in any shore unpunishedly to hand out their heretical bread, as the truth is being happily eaten already all over the world even under the nose of the dragons from Rome to Dover and even transported in many a converted rover, because the truthseekers felt it long in their bones, what they saw in the stars and in their dreams - that the lame game for high stakes is over!!! And God no more of the evildoers' betrayal takes.
My appetite is not great these days anyway, when I think of how many in the process did us betray - and thus a hungerstrike would not even be a sacrifice for me but just a side effect and that is NOT the way - as by starving our health we would just play into the hands of those, who at the cost of the lives of the family of the Holy Rose want to accumulate their wealth.
No, we stand up and walk in and for the truth with every breath we take, and to the peace that only comes through the truth to justice the right shift with our every God-given gift we make. And one of these days, it will be nice also from face to face to talk, and to put some blessings on holy houses with chalk.
OPRE! GELEM! GELEM!
Mathair Sigrid Eliora
Tenta o Develesko Famalia
Kangeri o Develeskero Ceadda/Cill Naomh Ceadda/ Roma Abbey of St Chad/
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. AKATHISTOS, AKATHISTOS, AKATHISTOS, for IESOUS CHRISTOS! OPRE! GELEM! GELEM!
Cill Naofa Ros/Roma Abbey of the Holy Rose/Kangeri Develesko Roazius
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