Returning Had Been a Precondition for Leaving Germany

Some people have premonitions of what’s coming, and that’s what happened a long time ago in Germany.

The Return Ticket

The precondition for Angela’s return to Germany is the liberation of the country from the EU-NATO empire and independence from foreign diktats. This is of reciprocal interest for both German Mother and Serbian Mother – Angela present and her two best friends represented with her. Indeed, in sister’s eyes, the precondition for her return is the often-stated Alliance set in the Land of the Rhine that enables her to apply the Serbian key from Valjevo to unlock the door of the Church Under the Full Moon.

Understanding sestra is important. When very small in Germany, she had detected some kind of black Friday on the horizon that had made her shudder. As it was upon me to care for her needs and be responsible for her education, within time we moved to England. This was only because I purchased a return ticket valid from a French town opposite England back to Germany as proof her departure would only be temporary.

Later I would come to understand to what extent she was right when at a public event someone flung a pot of paint at her presentation of the English Church to the jeers of the notables present. It occurred to me then that die junge Hunnin must have had a premonition in Germany of what lay ahead, and that was why she had later insisted on a return ticket.

Wisdom Comes From Learning

When I had accompanied her some years earlier from England to Serbia before the research into the English Church had ever started, it was for reasons of education, young sestra having asked me to take her there. The destination was always Valjevo, and within this context a dispute had blown into something big between her and a human holy father institution in Belgrade.

At first it appeared god-almighty had summoned my sister to the capital of Serbia, but when she got down again at the train station in Valjevo, my reasoning was: She’s a believer, so whose word am I to trust? I can see Angela, hear her voice and touch her hair, and once in communion the Serbian Mother had appeared to me with instructions to care for my sister in Serbia.

So at that time I cared not for what someone in Belgrade said but descended from the train after her, and together we walked through the town back to the house we had chosen the very first time on visiting. The prevailing thought in my mind had been: rather follow someone you can see and trust and who studies at the maternal school of the Serbian Mother, than someone you know you can’t trust!

Challenging a Spiritual Mother

This had happened on various occasions, and one such time as we sat in a cafeteria sipping Serbian coffee, I casually asked her: Will I one day be judged for believing you and not god almighty?

Her reply came pretty quick as, looking up from her cup opposite me, sestra responded: If brother is judged, it won’t be by a human god!

The words fitted in with her explanations from previous times in Valjevo when Angela had assured me that a spiritual Mother will never recognise but One Holy Father, the Heavenly. And this, she had said, was the first Law the Serbian Mother had imparted unto her.

Our house was near the church, which was situated within a green park with trees and benches, and often she’d go there, satchel in hand with crayons, pens and pencils, even if sometimes I went ambling through the town on my own. All this work was funded by her brother – no-one else ever contributed.

No bills were left unpaid anywhere in Serbian Land and no-one ever had a problem with my sister in Valjevo. The problem came from some people in Belgrade who promised something and then never paid a dime and instead called out the Serbian Holy Mother and Child.