Ave Santa Madre Italiana!

If my weakness were to weigh on my sister Angela, she would never make it, so I cannot afford to be meek.

Refusing to Betray a Mother

In the last Party print A New Life Awaits Me, under the chapter Angela’s Journey to Italy, I stated: “Once I have found a villa, then Angela will come all the way from Mexico and join me – when she’s one hundred percent certain that it’s not a prison she’ll be landing in”.

It’s absolutely imperative that her research and investigations are presented – under contract – in her own name and in the name of the Italian spiritual Mother with whom and under whose guidance she’ll be working.

Parallel Universe

We know that there is a parallel uk ‘investigation’ ongoing, better defined as a bugging operation, whereby the uk policeman is paid to steal another’s work claiming it came from him, for it to be then dissected by a group of human ‘holy fathers’ whose institution is, allegedly, too big to fail. He and his legion of agents got a one hundred percent cut of all the funds, Angela’s brother got nothing to fund her studies, and she evaded joining her brother behind prison bars by not returning to England.

Here is today’s first Party presentation.

“We Are Too Great”

The Byzantine Empire being too great to fall would knock out the Serbian Mother who gave Angela the spiritual church calendar in Valjevo, and by domino effect it would bring down the German Lady, and with her the Italian Mother, while somebody sitting in Belgrade with whom Angela had had a strong issue would claim something absurd.

It’s no secret that she carried out all her work in Valjevo and never once went to pay homage to a human holy father. She was helped by her brother who also funded her through his own hard work and savings and dedicated plenty of time to her enterprises.

“Help Me, I’m a Liar!”

Currently sitting in a prison for refusing to worship the policeman’s queen to whom he swore allegiance, I am taking the place of my sister who instead found refuge in Mexico. On one occasion, not long after the Thug had been sent at us, the policeman phoned and said: Can you help me complete my investigations?

He had said, a few weeks earlier, after knocking on the window one night, that he could read everything written on the computer, even though the screen was turned facing the wall opposite the window. At the time, after opening the window, I had asked him where he came from, to which he gave a location, but what I had meant was, from which planet he came, as I knew full well that they ran a spying operation and had assumed they also understood this.

Building a House of Cards

When they knocked on the window, Angela, Freundin and I had been playing cards, I sipping some 12 year barrel-ripened brandy, Mädel a glass of fine wine and my sister enjoying a cream coffee. She would never even speak anything about the Irish or the Welsh churches, let alone apply pen to paper concerning these topics.

The uk investigators got so frustrated, they didn’t even try hiding their actions and intentions. They were not able to even hear one word that could in any way illuminate them, and needless to point out they had made quite a few fake promises to others with regards to their ‘capabilities’.

Angela, who has never started any studies on the Welsh and the Irish, always made a point of not discussing these peoples’ church origins, let alone writing anything about them lest she give the British Intelligence even one clue. And this had frustrated Bletchley Park, for they had long boasted how they spied on German officers who were prisoners of war and got invaluable information that way, as well as by listening in to all the German radio waves.

Summing up, Angela and I knew how they work and understood that we were considered as their enemies.

The Tribunal

I recall declaring that night after they had impatiently knocked on the window: Once they got all the info, they’d take us to a Nuremberg tribunal, sentence us, and then hang us! And our last words would be Ave Madre Germanica, morituri Te salutant!

A twelve star Communist flag hanging on the wall, a group of self-satisfied EU commissars and some MPs of the military police looking on, and Intelligence officers from Britain satisfied that the Twelve Stars have been taken from the head of a Lady In High and safely consigned to perdition and the German Child locked up in a stone prison underground, a compliant chancellor would have made a speech on the need that ‘it must never happen again’, adding that ‘God’s Rainbow has no place in human society’.

Later that year when they demanded information to help them finish their ‘investigations’, Angela left for Mexico and this put a spanner in their plans. I have been paying the price ever since in a British prison.

Angela and I never betrayed the German Mother and never betrayed the Rhine Church!

Here is today’s second Party presentation.