From Serbian Mother to German Mother
From a Nightmare to a Sweet Dream
At the time Angela and I returned from Serbia, all I knew is that my sister told me she had taken the spiritual church calendar in Valjevo on our very first visit to the church there. The Serbian manuscript she had written in Valjevo had been stolen by some delusional, secessionist people as we were heading back out again.
However she told me that what she needed to research during her studies in Serbia was by now known to her and it didn’t matter any more that the manuscript had been stolen, what counted is that they could not steal the spiritual calendar. She had spoken a lot about her spiritual contact with the Serbian Holy Mother and with the Serbian Child, but now she didn’t say much.
My sole concern was how to console her, how to help my dear sister who did so much to try to help others, and what to do next. I was worried for her that she might take it badly. She was very small at the time and too young to travel anywhere on her own.
I recalled that on one occasion about a year earlier, prior to one of our return visits to Serbia, in a vision the Serbian Holy Mother had come to me with a small girl at her side on whose head I had laid my right hand.
Later, it occurred to me it was my sister, and the vision was meant to let me understand that I must pay heed to the request she had made several days earlier that we return to Serbia without worrying about earning more money for the journey as what I still had was enough. And this was the reason we returned to Serbia again, plus one or two more times after that, the last time being when we went back at Easter, exactly when Angela said so going by her church calendar.
Here is a Party march tune.
Life Must Continue
And now that we had departed for the very last time from Serbia and I did not know what to do for Angela, again the Serbian Mother came in communion with a small girl. I was observing them from a field as they walked along the road to a house which was in Germany. The area was known to me for the house belonged to a great-aunt.
When they entered, I found myself within the same room where the Serbian Lady sat and talked with the German Lady. As I observed them talking, the small girl took a sheet of paper and sent it to me through the room. The sheet came right to me, and as I looked, I saw the word devojΔica written on it, meaning small girl in Serbian. I looked again, and the word devojΔica was written twice, and then three times on the same sheet of paper.
Later it dawned on me that the small girl was my sister Angela, and the first word devojΔica referred to her. The other two girls represented on the sheet of paper each under the title of devojΔica were her friends Alexandra and MΓ€del. It was then I realised Angela was to return to Germany at some point in the future, where we had once lived, that she would be working for German Holy Mother and Child, and that her two best friends would also be with her.
Now this was quite some years ago, but it did not finish there.
Waiting for Orders
Being fully aware that I needed to be prepared for when Angela would one day ask me to take her back to Germany, not long after that day, the Serbian Mother again came to visit me, and it was the third time She did so. Speaking to me, She revealed several phrases, some in German, some in English. The Serbian Mother mentioned my sister, calling her devojΔica. The exact words the Serbian Lady spoke have been written down years ago and one day I can publish them.
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