God is my light, and not a mercenary shepherd without mercy, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

GOD IS MY LIGHT, and not a mercenary shepherd without mercy, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

'Shepherds, prepare yourselves to go to Canossa', says the from his sleep awakening Frederick, also known as Barbarossa. 'This time, Pope, it is your turn to kneel down before Jesus Christ before His heavenly judgment throne that you dared to make in imagery on earth, although you do not even know heaven. You stopped short at the very first gate and lost your marbles, dreaming in greed and lust for power of being worshipped yourself on even two thrones at the same time, worldly and spiritually, and your mouth only evermore heresy and evil incantations garbles in your corrupt unholy see shore, and your false piety does not go down well with God and your hypocrisy is as foul as your fake humility, and don't get me started on your blacksmith's copy of a snake staff  that Moses never used nor Aaron but your worshipped demoness, and it too late now quietly to your sins to confess, as all has been by the righteous holy souls recorded and to the authorities told, including the testimonies of your victims and those of your brethren of evil, who served your Roman empire and the devil and the babylonian whore and worshipped mammon, and Jesus Christ's sacred heart and Mary Magdala's womb are about that extremely sore. And God wants now publicly from you know, and so does Jesus Christ's flock, why you knew that Mary Magdala was Jesus Christ's wife and their infants were killed on the way to the cross, and you still did try them in their every incarnation to kill and in their friends deadly fears to instill and on them to spy and about them to lie and to windowsill, and you still did not say in tears chokingly at their grief and loss 'Behold'! You have a lot to answer to the truthseekers, whom you barred  through your abuse from the pew, and they just will now on you and your sins and failures and shortcomings the beans spill. And then it is you in your pompous devil's den with your Elferrat, who will no longer a curia position fill and land in your own mind's hell for the first time before a pope's life has ended and for you your rule and  position will be amended into foreclosure and frozen assets and you will be driven out of Italy instead of Jesus Christ on a mule. You have caught a glimpse once into a letter of a mysterious king that Frederick (Barbarossa) intentionally sent to test the pope's holiness and greed, and voila, you are also still teaching the same kind of weed instead of humbly spreading the mustard seed of holy truth in the living holy family's creed of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala, and make that also Adam's and Eve's sinlessness, as also on this subject that  mercenary church of yours with your vipers and snakes has a lot to confess, and God  makes now sure, that none of your cronies with secret society cones anymore alms from the poor takes, and any piety fakes, as you have burnt for the longest time holy women at the stakes.

Mother Sigrid Eliora
Abbey of the Holy Rose