The Research From Aachen

 German Pages

While I can’t remember whether reference to this was made in the past at The Party, yet there was a time when I was staying in Aachen. Angela was also there and research was carried out into New Testament scripture. This was many years ago, and the other day I looked among my belongings in the tent where currently I’m holding out and came across some of this work.

Written in German, it bore the date of a period which remained vivid in my memory. Angela and I used to go to the cathedral in Aachen, and while she tended to stay for longer periods inside, I’d wander around the outer buildings and visit the shops, enjoying pilgrim-kekse and a glass of beer.

On holding these German pages in my hands, a thought occurred to me: This must never fall to the British police! Should they ever try interrogating me, I must not hand this work over to them, because if I don’t, no-one else has permission to.

Cheating, lying and trying to steal from the German Holy Mother would constitute an unsurmountable barrier resulting in a net interdiction. If they got this work handed over to them, they’d dig a hole in the ground and bury it!

My intention is to return home to Germany, for the travel documents are ready. All I still need are the funds. Once there, I’ll contact Angela in Mexico and she’ll come and join me.

 

Evicted into the Street

Readers at The Party will be aware that I lost all memory of when, how or why I got to England, and that in October 2025 I was ordered out into the street by the British government authorities who caused me to become homeless starting the following month. The note to quit which they gave me required my departure by the second of November, so I exited a day earlier in order not to give the British the satisfaction of physically propelling me through the door and landing me flat on the concrete ground outside.

Everything that was in the house which I couldn’t take, they took, even though these were privately-owned and essential belongings, including the fridge with the food in it, the cooker with grill and hotplates, the washing machine, my sauna infrastructure, the furniture, the pots, pans, casseroles, plates, bowls, cups, glasses, the toaster, the kettle, the cutlery and hundreds of pounds worth of food in the magazines.

Roaming in the street hungry with a tent and rucksack on my back, I took to the wilderness. The British claimed to have never come across me prior to October 2025, to have never known about my existence and had said, on serving me the eviction order, that I should never have been there at all.

On the 28th of September 2025, my life had been scarred in an irreparable way from which I can never recover in this life, and I was grieving when they ordered me out into the gutters. Before achieving this, they had stolen the household savings through false declarations made in a public British government office for a total of twenty-eight thousand pounds.

My memory of England died soon after the 28th September, and that was terminal!

 

A Diagnosis

Somewhere around January 2026, Angela contacted her brother. Informing me not to see what I was about to witness with my eyes and not to communicate what I was about to hear her say, she proceeded to pronounce a diagnosis. It was very clear, and I her brother was privy to its implications. And I said nothing. Angela, I realised, had taken a blueprint from the British and gave them their own medicine! This had come about in a communion event in my tent during which directly to my right was sitting the German Holy Mother. She was alive and well!

A few days, or at most a few weeks following this event, in another communion involving the German Holy Mother, an Irish man came to me with a group of other Irish people. He bitterly complained that a man had duped the Irish, saying his name, which however I won’t repeat here in order to avoid any legal implications.

Suffice it to say, I don’t know who that man is as my memory of England pre-2019 died, and so my assumption was the Irish were referring to a man with whom I had been in contact prior to 2019 and would have recognised by name and in association with the Irish man who was speaking to me.

However, it rang no bell, my memory of England having died around the 28th September 2025, and so I could not remember either the man they mentioned or the Irish man who was speaking to me. Yet it was clear to me that these Irish people represented the Irish in general and that they needed the German Mother on account of having been lied to and fooled by a man who must have been working for the British police based in Ladywell Dover and for Dover District Council (an office of the British government). The Party publication of the 10th February 2026 titled The German Mother in the Kitchen gives an account of the event.

 

No Mother of Their Own

It was clear to me that there was no other spiritual mother who could help the Irish, and if there had been one, the British police and Dover District Council probably cancelled her from the equation. All I knew was that the German Mother was the only One who could help the Irish now, not that I know what it could be about.

So, I went to the British police headquarters as narrated in the above linked article and handed them a written statement about the Irish, and also asked them once again to hand back the household savings that the British government/Dover District Council had stolen through false declarations made deliberately and knowingly by themselves in a British government administrative office. The British police shouted at me that no crimes had been committed as I never existed in England up until October 2025 and therefore had no right to ask for the return of life savings taken by the British government before that date.

I had hoped that, on account of the Irish who I mentioned in the written statement, the British police would change their mind and return the stolen money, or that at least the Irish would come to my tent and pay an equivalent amount. They didn’t!

If they had, they could also have explained to me who this man was they evidently knew about who had fooled the Irish, and what it was he had duped them into believing but which was not true. They could have explained to me what it was all about, as my dead memory of England forbade me from remembering.

Because the Irish evidently have no spiritual mother of their own who could help them, they should have assumed the British police had to do with this, along with the British government and Dover District Council for whom or with whom they operate. Evidently, the Irish chose to stick to the man who had already fooled them and to cling on to the same British police based in Ladywell, Dover, and to Dover District Council. That’s too bad!

 

Other Events

My memory of England between 2019 and Autumn 2021 has also been seriously affected with many blank spaces, and unless it has to do strictly with Germany, it is basically gone! Therefore, places I went to in that lapse of time may remain void to my recollection.

Then there is the case of Angela’s Italian 2025 revelation. She revealed this only to her brother for good reason, and should I be forced by the British police based in Ladywell Dover and by the British government of Dover District Council to die of hunger in my tent owing to their having knowingly stolen the life-savings, then the Italians can thank the people in Italy working for the Italian State who sold Italy for Thirty Pounds Sterling to the British, because no-one else can ever tell them what my sister revealed to me, and on my part I never told anyone or wrote it down anywhere.

And we must remember that Angela flatly refused to be forced by the British in any of their identities of the British Isles into reading a bible or giving away biblical or other Information to them or to anyone else. She will never surrender to or be forced by anyone.

The British never won, they only ever cheated, lied and stole, akin to those of the Rotten Plank who betrayed the Serbian Holy Mother and Child and sold out. 

As for me, the British tried forcing me into joining one or other religious group and into reading a bible and I told them I'd sooner die than be forced by Satan.