A New Horizon for Germany

All the roads taken and the past experiences that accompanied them indicate the next destination: the Land of the Rhine.

A Day in Italy

Many years ago while in Italy with Angela, I had a dispute with some Italians working for the institutions. My sister spoke Italian and some time previously had sought a work contract, and yet they were responding that her brother who helped her didn’t really exist. She looked up at me with a sad expression and shrugged her shoulders, so I chimed in, also speaking Italian, and explained to them that they can keep what they got in Serbian Land:

You purchased those, the Serbs didn’t want them, so you can keep them!, was my point.

Knowing what they had done and hating me for it, they refused to look me in the eyes other than with dark, pre-rehearsed hatred, and instead continued addressing my sister with the words: Stop lying to us, we don’t need you! Valjevo means nothing to Italy and we never saw a spiritual Serbian mother, you can keep that for yourself!

I’ve understood!, came her reply, but because some time earlier her written pages in Italian had been detracted in the street by two agents to prevent them being presented in public, she wasn’t interested in holding a conversation with them. It was I who rounded off the confrontation with words more or less to this effect:

Look, she took away from Valjevo the Serbian key, she wanted to use it to unlock the Italian door, whereas you claimed to have bought something else from the Serbs.

What she received from the Serbian Mother is spiritual and cannot be bought for money or other earthly rewards. I accompanied my sister and paid for her journeys and studies with my own money, and for all that you tell her that I’m not even real, I am nonetheless her brother.

They ignored me, and not many weeks thereafter Angela and I were travelling back to England.

Another Attempt at Brainwashing

When we arrived, the Italians had already got to England before us, and the first thing the British establishment told my sister was: You don’t have a brother!

As I was standing next to her in an institutional office it was my duty to speak up in her defence, and then a person sitting further away behind another desk rudely joined in saying: Go see a psychologist, or go to the job centre and look for a job!

Of-course I didn’t comply with their rant and instead made sure that Angela had all the funds she needed to accomplish her studies into the English Church. Before starting the research using her Serbian key, she assured me that two empty frames will remain in her version of the union flag: one Irish, one Welsh*, and that the Italian door is not going to be opened in England!

None of this is my decision, but entirely Angela’s. She wouldn’t receive inspiration while her brother was hanging upside down from a butcher’s hook and deranged maniacs working for the powers-that-be strutting around getting paid to torture him into worshipping their monarch – rather she let them (the Italians and British) answer for their own acts.

In her vocabulary, you reap the harvest you sowed, and personally I don’t have nightmares over it because none of that (reference is to Irish, Welsh and Italians) actually concerned me but could have concerned my sister towards whom I have duty of care. However it’s my responsibility to make sure her past requests are not trashed but remain present in public domain as having happened, as having been presented and as having been institutionally rejected.

All I was interested in during this timespan was that her work for the English Child should be accomplished, and once that was done and the written results were presented in public, my duty to England was absolved.

*The last time I saw these two white frames, they were hanging in limbo in the Land of the Rhine – the German Mother present. I believe it was in early 2022, may-be somewhere around early January.

Opa war ein Kreuzritter

During the Great War, Opa was a crusader. He fought on the same side as the Sichovi Stril’tsi against the holy synod, and being in the cavalry, he would have taken part in providing support to the infantry.

One day as his horse was galloping over the battlefield, an artillery shell came down from the other side and exploded, a big crater appeared and a huge column of soil rose up. Opa was thrown from his horse and buried, and as he lay unconscious, the faithful steed was standing over the place trying to push the earth away with its hoof.

This was a miracle, for it was only owing to his horse staying nearby and attempting to free him that his comrades appeared on the scene, pulling the wounded warrior out and carrying him on a stretcher to the camp hospice.

In that period, different armies were fighting for different causes, one side fighting for the Tsar’s throne, the other side fighting for Ukraine. Opa was with the latter.

Here is today’s Party musical presentation.

Life Is Limited

In the last Party chronicle Preparing to Reach the Rhine, it’s written: “When Freundin has accomplished her preliminary mission in Germany and the ‘European Union’ Empire has fallen …”, where the reference is to Germany’s pending liberation from foreign rule and from alien law.

The federal republic has gone bankrupt, and the old Adenauer-class parties that were reinstated starting in 1945 have proved to be compliant to the will of others but not to that of the Folk. Once these parties have gone, a new government can review Angela’s case, and my assumption is they will rectify the doctrine currently being adhered to whereby her brother is not meant to be alive.

As already pointed out in the past, die junge Hunnin will not return from Mexico unless her brother is there to greet her in Germany, and if they will not grant him this, neither shall she come back. Family ties can be stronger than other people’s bitter resentment, but once an empire has fallen, those who were high up lording it out usually don’t get to dictating anything when their towers come tumbling down.

In the limited life assigned to me, I intend making sure that Angela can bring to fruition the Alliance between Srpska Majka and the German Mother, and this is why so much depends on Mädel, a person I can trust and whose prospective English career her beloved Hun shut down.

At the time I strongly believed that if I could achieve this in England, she in Germany could do the same to the federal republic with its old established parties, and that if she succeeded, so too would the EU Empire fall!