Saturday, 17 March 2012

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Thursday, 15 March 2012

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Cill Tríonóid Naofa (Church of the Holy Trinity Haggerston): When you feel God's rage in your bones

Cill Tríonóid Naofa (Church of the Holy Trinity Haggerston): When you feel God's rage in your bones


 Azkarah, remember, remember, remember,
God's rage is out of its cage, and He will chase
a cold turkey no longer as He was hoping
for repentance already from last Easter to
December.


When you feel God's rage settling in your bones
it means that He has had enough of His beloved
holy ones being treated rough and He gets now
on the purposeful and unrepentant sinners
in all His ways tough

It also means you have reached the end of
your every extra-mile that you walked even
for the extremely vicious, malicious and vile
and that He wants you to wipe off your shoe
the dust in disgust at the sins unrepented by
every single foe, and He will make from then
on feel His woe from top to toe.

I feel only evermore abhorrance of sin and
disgust at those, who treat God's law with
contempt and Jesus Christ's way as the last
straw and refuse to be God's temple and fulfill
their soul's holy destiny and still tell about
Jesus Christ's own family lies and play on them
spies.

You know, when God's rage flows through
your bones the end has come for all secret
society cones and for lies as He lets crumble
and tumble all false rocks and sandcastles
and throws symbolically back at the hypocrits
and liars and unholy seurs and friars their own
stones.

And no amount of prayer can replace the
living sacrament of a soul that does its sin
from its pierced heart repent and takes up
its responsibility and abhors sin for eternity.
That is Jesus Christ's true living cup and
that is one that mankind did not want to even
touch in the majority and rather chased one
that they could weigh in gold and gems up.

Delusionary fools, who think they can
find God's Infinite light with some footstools
of their phantasy or seat themselves on a
throne through some cone that only does
in heaven exist and on earth only in utmost
humility and symbolically lent by God to a most holy
soul in her kitchen hearth and that is not known
by a worshipper of the devil, who sinks even that low
to drink the blood of a rat and plays vampire
and bat and commits one after the other evil


even right under your nose and who is
poisonous in an overdose on every occasion against
people of holy persuasion.
When you feel God's rage after His sadness
in His bones you know it is time to not only
wipe off the dust from your shoes but also to take
to task everywhere the foes with the truth about
their toxic flask and their secret society mask
as God has had enough and becomes Himself
now eternally tough on all, who break His law
and treat Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala's truth
and that of their children and their way as the last
straw.


And He has long put on as a disguise to go the
extra-mile for even the most beguile witches
as His own clone in a park with a raven's claw
where He burnt them on their own haystack
that they built for martyring holy souls
symbolically with their own means by spilling
on every single one at the police and at their
employers about them the beans.


God had His heart pierced by Mary Magdala's tears
and feels now His own salty ocean of ancient smears
evaporating in one stroke, when He ends with His own
rage in His bones the evildoing of every single greedy
and seedy and weedy witch and bloke that into His face
still their intention His truth and His creation to kill
wears as Jesus Christ no longer for purposeful sinners
their responsibility bears - He hands now to let also the
most selfish demons and evil souls carry the cross of
the world and of their sins and leaves the dead to be
buried by their own dead kins


and rather bakes every day fresh bread instead of
blessing the devil's Judas wine amongst the swine.
His sacraments as well as His church were never
pompous  buildings but He wanted that mankind
all their sins repents and nevermore sins and abhors
every wrongdoing even in its conception and thus
to live in unity and harmony and in human dignity
as one holy nation that gives thanks to God for
every little and big gift that can create the right
unifying and purifying shift and heal any kind of
purposefully created rift.

It only takes sometimes a smile, a cup of tea
and one word: 'Sorry' and then a killer cancels
the murderous plot and his white van or lorry
and suddenly realises he suffered from a spiritual
flea that somebody put into his ear because he
did not surrender to God and Jesus Christ
 in the first place his every worry
and fear, and at God's rage or smile suddenly
even you might find it in your heart no longer
a secret society cone as a priestly drone to wear.

And stop saying in God's and Jesus Christ's presence
to say mockingly: 'Hear, hear!'
 Or you will feel in your bones for the first time
some almighty unknown of God fear, and then
everybody will see that you did to the last minute
a secret society and murderous habit wear.

God's rage comes down like the almighty sword
in the shape and size of Jesus Christ's living word,
and you have the longest time unpunishedly
spread filth and grime and crime, if you did
purposefully desecrate a holy bell's chime, as
God makes us feel every single betrayal in our
bones and no amount of His holy blessed spit
can wash out your sins that you committed by
teaching and preaching utter golden calf's and
cow's bullshit and for plotting and commanding
on holy souls' your murderous hit.


Your bones are, if you do not repent and give
up your evil ways against the holy cup in for
their own squeeze of truth in God's deepest grit
and then you will be even thrown out of your
devil's den, as not even employable you are
any longer for a most devilish pagan evil
stepmother hen, who fears for her own
reputation as always stronger through God's grace
is from now on the one holy nation as God Himself
puts wrong right now in every bookshelf and
shows even to His enemies His true face and
defends His own creation.


He will bless you Himself, if you put wrong
right without an unholy fight especially
in your bookshelf!


Mother Sigrid Eliora
Anno Domini Iesu Christi
15th March MMXII

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Mathair Mairi Madailein's Plea: Azkarah, Remember, remember, remember!!!


 Mathair Mairi Madailein's Plea:
Azkarah, Remember, remember, remember!!!


Hear and see
listen and observe
carefully
and surrender totally
to God
on the way of Jesus Christ

then you will remember
and serve gladly and selflessly
as one of His holy family
the holy truth of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala
and their children starting from Adam and Eve
and we are one as the eternal living
community of holy souls in the
paradise that was always intact

and we live it as a matter of fact already
in heaven on earth - just listen and
observe and be obedient to God
and humble but also stand up
to all evil, that is, how you keep
out the devil from your kitchen hearth
and speak and live the truth to the latter
and are God's Infinite light's rod.

Azkarah,
remember, remember, remember,
and don't forget to stand up, when
Jesus Christ brings home with Him
His eternal holy truth's symbolical cup.

Mother Sigrid Eliora
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 14th March MMXII








Tuesday, 13 March 2012

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