dictated to Mary Magdalene, my wife, and then, even every evil den
will feel in their bones their returning stones
and that they lost their chance of an eternal life,
by Mother Sigrid Eliora
'Let's roll out the true scroll - mine - that I dictated to Mary
Magdalene, my wife,
and let's have a drink of water instead of heretical bread and
poisoned mass wine,
as I have had enough and get simply with the truth facts tough on
every luke warm
dodgy unholy corrupt see that stinks of the brine of many tribal
leader, who secretly
eats not just swine but also holy souls cheats and beats up, when they dare to
stand up to his evil and defend the truth of my marriage cup. Time was
long up to
surrender to the truth voluntarily to God and with confessions to the
appropriate
worldly authority. The truth has made itself heard, and did not need
any false beard
nor magic that only evermore in any shore ends tragic but it has
spoken in every good
deed and made itself visible through the living creed and simply dried
out all heretical
weed, as I let blossom in Mary Magdala's body and soul my seed, and
she is the eternal
mother to all holy souls as I am their father, and in some
incarnations our children were
for obvious safety reasons and to evade high treasons, our sister or
brother or
aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or grandchildren or also father or mother -
but Mary Magdala
was always my wife and is and will be so for eternity, even though I
had to find her again
and had to hide from our enemies and came to her as 'the gardener',
as, sadly, most
tribes, as they follow the path of wrath and bloodthirst, are against
us rough, and behave
badly and madly greedily even in many a nave, and try for that reason
even to destroy
in present Syria all traces of our true story and have tried to find
Mary Magdala's original
cave, as they still are out for our kill but she did the beans with
entirely peaceful means
spill on those, who in their heresy and organised criminality did
overdose, and who tried
to silence my own See of the Holy Rose.
I had of all the plots more than my fill, and do only evermore for my
holy souls justice
through the truth in its entirety from the beginning of time crave.
Time to let the dead bury
their dead, and to let them feed on their own stale bread, and I
answered and continue to answer our holy souls' silent but desperate
prayers instead.'
Mother Sigrid Eliora
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Mother Sigrid Eliora
HOLY ROMA Abbey of the Holy Rose
Cill Naomh Ceadda the Martyr
Societas Sanctae Rosae Crucis
http://churchofjesuschristandmarymagdalene.blogspot.co.uk
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