The V-4

The one that never happened.

An Unexplained Departure

Following the almost complete loss of my memory after the 28th September 2025, and not having a clue how I got to England from Italy or why, all that remains certain is that my sister Angela at some point went very quickly to Mexico. My assumption is, she refused to surrender, but whether she achieved anything in England before leaving is unknown to me – apart from not surrendering.

My recollection of Serbia reminds me that when some people took their given word back and demanded we hand over money instead, she refused to go to Belgrade and instead got off the train in Valjevo and returned to a Serbian church where sestra studied with Srpska Majka and the Serbian Child.

In the 27th December 2025 offer to Italy, Angela’s brother mentioned her, and they ignored him again. There was nothing any more he could do about it. The whole essence of the mid-2025 revelation my sister had shared is based upon what preceded it when Italy already turned her offers down many years ago. Therefore, as they decided to go down that exact road again and still ignore Angela’s offer, then all that remains for me is to return to my self-storage deposit and collect the tent and all that goes with it.

While I could understand Italy may not want to consider the Serbian Mother as essential in national ecclesial affairs owing to precedence in time, reason for which no mention was made of Her in the offer, I do not however accept the cancellation of Angela from the narrative. It was all about her, the absolute protagonist in an act that caused me to give Italy one more chance.

Great Sadness

Some memories remain from the period 2019 to 2025, including having participated in caring for the Ukrainian Child in 2024. I remember an immense sadness on the realization around October of that year when, at work completed, I was left to my own devices and received nothing. It was the same as departing from Serbia after those who had lied activated the trapdoor one more time – doing what they did best.

My admiration for Ukraine had been no less than it had been for Serbia, and sometimes it only takes one token of appreciation – and that’s all it would have required to end the never-ending no money and no freedom for you prison. In my mind was the sincere belief it would end, but it didn’t. On the same page, in the same paragraph and in the same line, the exact same applies for my sister Angela: if she is rejected, it brings immense displeasure to her. It comes equal to renouncing the Spiritual Mother she has been helping, and it’s considered as trying to render vain all that was done.

This is why my sister would never have forgiven me if I’d have surrendered following the 28th September 2025. That said, I’d never have forgiven myself either. Just think, someone in Italy would have transferred onto me the Thirty Silver Pieces he accepted, got me to renege Angela and then yarned, turned over and fallen to sleep laughing all the way to the bank. Ha ha, well it didn’t happen!

And he shouldn’t sleep comfortably either, because Angela’s Italian revelation still needs to be presented to the public, and there’s only one person who knows how the narrative is to be crafted in words. It will be kept for another time and another place.

Something Like Dresden February 1945

With no memory of how I landed in England and nothing whatsoever to show for it except that in the transit room much care was given to a Child of Mother Rus, there is no forgetting the 28th September 2025. Traumatised, I’m walking around in a strange land trying to piece together strands of an obliterated memory, but nothing makes sense.

No answer comes as to what brought me here or why, there’s no explanation and no reason. I might as well have stumbled out of Dresden in February 1945 dazed and shocked. My memory got obliterated along with all that I lost. Only some glimpses into the past remain, as given to see in this page.