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  Officially I do not exist. The British institutions said so. Officially Non-Existent  For around seven weeks since mid-January 2026, Angela’s brother has been holding out in a tent in England with no form of income for at least seven years. This follows the eviction from the transit room in the beginning of November 2025 when he was mercilessly shown a note-to-quit and consequently exited out into the street. The official British institutional version is that I did not exist before October 2025 and they demanded I sign papers to this effect – the demand being turned down on my part. In response, they said a dead person has no right to legal representation and this meant I was written off, and the effects are still ongoing. My written statement given to the British police inside their headquarters states that my memory has a long uninterrupted gap from the time I was presumably deported from Italy up until a grey area somewhere around 2018 to 2019. An initial appointm...

Valued at 12,000 pounds, the Italian house was the place where the Italian Mother enjoyed Angela’s dedication. Italy Handed Over Everything to the British Based on a thirty-three thousand pounds debt allegedly owed to the British in March 2024, the remaining part of this debt amounts to 25,000 pounds after a significant amount of the household savings were handed over to the British government. As a result, the house in Italy where Angela accomplished her foundational presentation of the Italian Church* is destined to be inherited by the ‘united kingdom’ because of a financial debt which the British imposed in 2024 and tenaciously stuck to until the bitter end. That’s how far thirty silver pieces, or thirty pounds sterling, can go when the gates are opened from within to the Second Herod. *owing to her ties with the Italian Mother and also on account of her possession of the Serbian key from Valjevo. Discussions With the British Over the past months I’ve had numerous enco...

  Living in a tent in England and with no income since 2019, my memory of what I did in England up until 2019 or why I even came here is completely gone. The Mother Who Can Help the Irish On the 9th February 2026, yesterday, in Communion the German Holy Mother came to me. She was standing in a kitchen preparing delicious food for me and Herself, the aroma revealing the care She placed in the cooking. I stood there admiring Her, She came to me and I embraced Her with my arms. Talking to the German Mother, I then said: Let’s go to Germany! Later in the event, I said three times: permanently! In the same Communion, the Irish bus driver, the one who represents the Irish, came to me with a group of people who I presume were Irish. He clearly told me how the Thug had royally deceived them, and the question later arose: why is he and those with him coming to me to tell me this? From Mexico to Germany Later it occurred to me that the Irish must know that they need Angela to re...

Alle Versuche, diese Kirche nachzuforschen, sind wissentlich und absichtlich vom deutschen Staat seit 2018 abgelehnt worden, und dafür übernehme ich nicht die Verantwortung. In der Gesinnung ist mir geblieben, daß ich in Deutschland die Ursprünge der Deutschen Kirche recherchieren wollte, aber nie dazu kam. Zurzeit befinde ich mich in England, wo ich mein Gedächtnis weitgehend verloren habe, nachdem meine Mutter starb. Ich habe in England nichts erreicht und habe glatt vergessen, welches Schicksal mich hierhergebracht hat. Leider war meine Mutter in den letzten Jahren ihres Lebens aus Gesundheitsproblemen nicht mehr in der Lage, England zu verlassen und in ihre Heimat zurückzukehren, und aus Liebe zu ihr habe ich sie jeden Tag versorgt. Als sie mich hinterließ, stellte sich die Frage, wie ich mich von einem Land verabschiede, dem ich nichts gegeben und von dem ich nie etwas bekommen habe. Dann fiel mir ein, daß diese Arbeit vor mir steht, in der es darum geht, zu forschen, wie d...

The one that never happened. An Unexplained Departure Following the almost complete loss of my memory after the 28th September 2025, and not having a clue how I got to England from Italy or why, all that remains certain is that my sister Angela at some point went very quickly to Mexico. My assumption is, she refused to surrender, but whether she achieved anything in England before leaving is unknown to me – apart from not surrendering. My recollection of Serbia reminds me that when some people took their given word back and demanded we hand over money instead, she refused to go to Belgrade and instead got off the train in Valjevo and returned to a Serbian church where sestra studied with Srpska Majka and the Serbian Child. In the 27th December 2025 offer to Italy, Angela’s brother mentioned her , and they ignored him again. There was nothing any more he could do about it. The whole essence of the mid- 2025 revelation my sister had shared is based upon what preceded it when...

Unable to take responsibility for the cancellation of the Italian Church, I have firmly placed the onus on Italy to respond lest my memory worsens even more. It’s their duty to reply to me. An Impression to Remember Angela’s brother Hun has printed a script in Italian that, in compact form, explains his last memories in Italy and incapability to recall arriving in England. Compiling letters and sending them to Italian Government addresses both central and local, he’s been gradually fine-tuning to a crescendo. R eached around yesterday, i t’s designed to leave an impression on those who encounter it, something they won’t just forget the next day . My sister spoke fluent Italian and had a key. Having established contact with whom she described as the Italian spiritual Mother, she had set about discovering the foundations of the Italian Church. This was in a house in Italy. Following several attempts at contacting offices to present the introductory work that were all ignored, ...