Scenarios from hell, including one of a merger between a bishop, a churchwarden and a verger with a secret society cone, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Scenarios from hell, including one of a merger between a bishop,
a churchwarden and a verger with a secret society cone,

by Mother Sigrid Eliora



Scenarios from hell are sadly numerous, when a church
is a place of demon breeding and devil worship, where
all sorts of evil let Jesus Christ's most sacred heart
bleed with just any heretical creed.

Take for example one of many merger between a bishop,
a churchwarden and a verger with a secret society cone,
who pretend that they do not like each other, but who
are secretly against the priest behind his back in their
secret society a sister and brother, who do with their
crosse key access to all churches from the lurches
against holy souls plot,

and smother with poisonous
incense and do only bother about playing fate for
their members and their victims alike, via a game of
chess or cards, with the desired outcome of their
spymaster, nicknamed under his mask 'the pike'.

But not even in their worst dream they thought
that Jesus Christ would put them from two sides
with the truth on the spot, the devil with his evil
brides, and now even the spymaster from their
scream hides and by God's law in the ruins
of his sandcastles involuntarily for his very
survival abides.

As he knows only to well that he ordered under
his diplomatic immunity many a hit and for holy
souls, who spoke and defended Jesus Christ
and the truth to be in character or in body slain
and to put on them his very own shame and stain to their
name and for everything that went wrong God
to blame.

And then, he also promised impunity for a verger
and churchwarden in their organised paedophilia
merger, if they successfully could transform
an Anglo-Catholic church into a devil's den
and smear the priest and his deacon, who were
far too much for his liking
with the help of the truth a widely glowing beacon;

and the evil triumvirat almost did succeed and
most holy and faithful hearts apart tear - but now
Jesus Christ and His truth do the wolves amongst
the sheep simply shear, and let the evildoers
their very cross of many an innocent and holy life's
loss publicly in the dock bear, with testimonies
and charges brought by Jesus Christ's flock, who
has taken everywhere in the dioceses and beyond
stock.

And, thus emerged that even on such evil dimensions
many different religions and interfaith relations merged
in all nations united against the truth by their fake rose
and fake cross rosecrucian deadly philosophy, which is
outright a filthy dirty phantasy and utmost heresy.

Another scenario is one, who takes the mick out of the
truth in the city of London and boasts about it in Ontario,
and toasts other pranks and ranks of yet another
secret society in the churches' every pyramid hierarchy -

and when a neighbour calls anonymously to complain
on Frere Jacques' answerphone about the ringing of his bell
on Sunday morn, then, after mass in that secret devil's den
a former churchwarden discusses unblushingly in front
of the parishioners boastingly porn and puts on the priest
a false stain, and has in one sentence a whole host
of holy souls in reputation and even beyond their life's loss
slain,

and toastingly stings also her partners-in-crime with
her own thorn and spreads her bat blood from her wings,
and has the priest in tears for fears that she also again
poisoned not just the incense and the wine but also
the breads through her bribed elves, who serve at the
altar and also want their place in the bookshelves.

But, you see, the evildoers only ever operate on the
basis of a high fee or at least, for a higher status or
a move to Oxford, Cambridge, Yale or Harvard courtesy
of the beast, from where they with their alma mater,
moan even at the feast of one Joan, who always
worshipped mammon and had affairs with almost
every Kater, and who always confused Eden with
the brothels of the Prater.

'I am afraid', says Jesus Christ, 'for such a criminal
crowd I now longer cater, and subject them finally
to my very own criminal investigation raid, and return
to Mary Magdala, as my job here is done, and she
long ago me from them already warned, when they
threw from the pew at her and me their every stone,
but I had to gather all evidence of their heretical pestilence
and criminal decadence and get their victims' statements
about their every secret society cone and uncover their
masks, as now I can finally even the highest golden ox,
calf and cow take to their tasks and up on their
accountability and I have revoked of all their
diplomatic immunity and impunity in the heavenly
kingdom on earth, and they have to stand trial in the
dock in the presence of my flock in my kitchen hearth.

And make that also many a bat, who abused their
privileged access to information and places, and killed
and instilled fears in many a holy soul by playing on them
foul not just as a bait or taking them ransom for the truth
being spoken and as for their evil delusional 'power' as their
token -

I even have the corpse of their very last rat and the name
of a military corps, that allowed their computer network via
radio to be used for organised criminality and to connect
their spies, who spread their lies about the truth and holy souls
right in my community and poisoned also with stolen military warfaring
means my bread - but the ranks have on each other now spilled
finally the beans, and thus, that criminal pus, going even back
to Victorian and Krey brother East End prime crime time, do not
anymore towards any shore in the desire for escaping the highest
sentence for treason in any given season lack, and rather confess
to their own part, and try to get a deal on a new start -

but I let them all clear up their own mess, and they will have
publicly the balance to the truth redress, and they cannot
escape my sweet justice, but will never find me anymore,
once I have moved for a change 'to an unknown address'
with my wife and our family, as this kind of hellish hiss
we won't miss, and treacherous 'friends', who whilst they
were already plotting against us their crimes, pretended
and took from us all, what they could, when we thought
we had with them in true friendship 'nice times'.

And to the verger, who was so murderous and corrupt that
even his last assignment 'did not work out', can expect
with his own axe from God personally into his face an
almighty shout, as Jesus Christ and His truth just in the right
moment the verger's hidden connections and truth defections
and secret ambitions into the arty-farty world at an after-party
of sorts detect, and saw that also he had in a secret society
draw in Edinburgh in his hand the last straw; and he can expect
from a fat cat no longer for negotiations in any nations a paw
for a deal, as once too often he served to the wrong people
at the right time a poisonous heretical meal, and drew the
wrong conclusion via mind's intrusion -

but, you see, when God wants His enemies to confess He also
lets every devil clear up his own mess, and lets him give to his
mammon worshippers the wrong essence and infusion. It is tragic,
really, that some are so delusional and power obsessed, not just
in Westminster, that they rather believed in magic than in the fact
that Jesus Christ had already long back to Mary Magdalene come.

Mother Sigrid Eliora













Mother Sigrid Eliora
Abbey of the Holy Rose
Cill Naomh Ceadda the Martyr
Societas Sanctae Rosae Crucis
http://churchofjesuschristandmarymagdalene.blogspot.co.uk