A Shadow Travels to Belgrade

What goes around comes around. Something was following Angela around, but she always evaded it.

Serbian Mother Breaks a Spell

Readers at The Party are fully aware that Angela received her spiritual church calendar in Valjevo, in the church dedicated to Presveta Bogorodica, from the Serbian Holy Mother with whom she was in spiritual contact, and that she also did all her written work there on the origins of the Serbian Church, keeping the original for herself concealed in her jacket pocket and getting her brother to style out on paper a copy that later got stolen.

This theft did not take place in Valjevo but had to do with a false entity trying to invent itself by way of an unworldly manifestation. Angela refused to accept it as valid, saying: What that black shadow on mountain? She claimed it had leapt down from a hilltop and entered the train and was trying to cast a spell on us so that we would get down in Belgrade, but because she was heading to Valjevo to continue her studies, we both got down there instead and left the train to continue to Belgrade with the shadow on it.

At Supper in Valjevo

Later, as we were out dining in a restaurant, she said Brother not see angry shadow when train go Belgrade, it shake fist from window. She said it had slithered onto the train through an open window near to the coast, that it was bearing a grimace where normally a face would be, was glaring at us, but that I never saw it.

My assumption was, if the entity was still waving a fist on the train when it left for Belgrade after we had descended at Valjevo, the Serbian Mother so dear to Angela must have prevented it from getting down after us and casting spells around the town.

Here is today’s Party presentation.

A Serbian Beer and a Slivovitz

As time passed and I was sitting there listening to Angela, the evening hours drew out into the night, crickets were sounding in the grass nearby, and after ordering my third meal and enjoying it no less than the two that had preceded it, I continued following the sermon as small Angela, meanwhile speaking in Serbian, was explaining to an interested small group of people who had gathered around that Serbia was under a demonic attack from the West.

This had all to do with demonology, I was still astounded how I had walked past a demonic shadow-figure without noticing, and, praising the Holy Lady of Serbia who Angela professes loyalty to, I eventually lay my head on my arms on the table and fell into a sweet slumber. It was the Serbian barmaid who later woke me up with a smile on her face while holding a small glass of slivovitz beneath my nose, and by this time, a large group of people had gathered around listening to Angela.

When we all eventually departed, it was on good terms and on the promise to meet up again one day.

Satan Be Gone!

Whatever it was that had tried possessing Serbia, there is no doubt in my mind that the entity was repulsed by the Serbian Mother. Angela insisted it was called up by western powers who were out to break the soul of the Serbs, and in later times I couldn’t help but make a connection with Halloween-Man, the Thug and Satan going upside down in a ball of flames.

Mädel in Germany

When Freundin set out on her journey to Germany with her friend Alexandra, I went out to the doorstep to bid them good-bye, but I too was to leave the house, for Alexandra had said Walk slowly past the police station in an unusual fashion, this will focus their attention on your movements, they’ll lower their guard and we will silently make off over the hills.

For this reason we left separately and in different directions, and my last words to Mädel were Remember the post you have received from the German Mother, go now and do your task, preach the word of national sovereignty among the Germans. And when you have brought the EU empire down into ruination, I will come to you in due course, and within time Angela too will come and dwell among the German nation!

A Tissue … and It All Falls Down

Later, at the time agreed upon, I too walked out of the house and, on passing the police station, sat down on a bench reading from The Hun’s Prayer Book, reciting some formulae and waving a white tissue to-and-fro in the air. Standing up and sneezing three times once to the south, once to the west, and once to the north, I then proceeded along the way, and after a long detour I returned to the house and lay down on the settee, where I fell asleep.

It was here that a vision came unto me, referenced in a recent Party print, and it ended when, on shutting down Freundin’s restaurant, I found myself at the bottom of Malvern Road with a bucket of water and a sponge in the act of beginning to clean the street sign on which is written Malvern Road, only to then let it be, uninterested in the enterprise, dropping the sponge in the bucket and walking away.