Etheldreda says to Chad: 'Owini must have been really disappointed that he did not get by you anointed', by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Etheldreda says to Chad: Owini must have been really disappointed that
he did not get by you anointed,

by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Etheldreda says to Chad: Owini must have been really be disappointed
that he did not get by you in the last minute anointed, as he saw himself
already as the ultimate kick as the father superior of your monastery
appointed in his dreams - and now, faced with the facts of his most unholy
and murderous acts he even has to swallow his silent screams, although
he is already bursting like the bubblewrap that I saw for him in the future
for his strange paintabuses, when I had to take a sudden nap.

But at least, that vision I had about him was not as bad as the other,
which was absolutely mad, when he with every stitch of many a vestment
and gown that he did sew evermore vicious and greedy grew, and I found
that extremely distressing and sad, as how can one man have so much
envy and hatred and be malicious?!

And then, I saw him as a guardian of a shrine in a place ending on -ham,
where he sat at night and chopped up secretly at night the bodies of
holy souls, whom he had smeared with his own secret society's fouls
first and then, made his devil's den them kill and with their blood he stilled
his novices and disciples' and some witches' blood thirst.

We should have never given him our keys but my dreams came after
he already was entrusted by us with some of our truth for safekeep and
for being our messenger - and you knew anyway, that he did go from God
astray and never was interested in Jesus Christ's way of the truth - but
we gave him always and again a chance in holiness to enhance but he
did all that we said and have written for money and property and status
secretly with our enemies, especially in Rome and Whitby with Hilda and
Wilfred share -

but now he does into his own axe stare that is held by the judge, who
has summoned him finally to the starchamber first and then his whole
devil's den under the roof of a tower that is soundproof - not even such
atrocity of this one man's deluded and obsessed bloodthirsty phantasy
could have anticipated one Christopher Wren, if you ask me.

But then, who is actually NOT a member in the Roman or Dover church
hierarchy, who is NOT a member in some way of a murderous and
church treasures thieving secret society, who abuse their privileged
status and background to steal and pass on through bribery or
blackmail on us every information and bear against everybody,
it seems a grudge and hand out poisoned fudge and do even their
own secret society members after their use or for the next step
on the ladder with lies smear , so that they can amass, what I
already donated in my previous incarnations and now to God and
Jesus Christ's=your ministry again and again - and our enemies
let us stand and flee from them in the rain, and they even put on
us for that their very own stain or had us secretly, like he will this time
by poisoning us and your brothers, slain.

But there will be one last time, when we return together as the
father and mother of all holy souls, and then he won't succeed and
neither any other heretical creed with their slaughter and slander
of us and our holy family, and God will simply list back in court
at them, when they stand in the dock before Jesus Christ's flock
all that bloody weed and their evil acts with the facts of their
envy, hatred and greed and lust for power - and Owini will not
get another go at betraying us and for treating us like spiritual
pus, whilst he is in every shore with the other against each other
cheating.

Yup, he thought that we and bishop Felix would not notice,
nor eventually your beloved Cedd, Cynibil and Caelin, what he
was up to but we all knew that he would secretly turn against us
the people in the pew and place strategically his secret society
and plant their notoriety against us and serve us all sorts of
poison in our cup.

He never understood that it is not enough to wear a robe
with a hood, when otherwise he treats holy souls ever so
rough and is arrogant and even can't help it but drops on
my birthday occasion the remark that 'people, who serve
brisket for dinner should not be trusted' - that left even not
just me but even his own accomplices astounded and me
disgusted, whom he had there also to spy on us rounded -

and now, he is furious and almost delirious that all his
false accusations against us are by the authorities declared
altogether unfounded but that it is now him, who is by
a court order grounded, and to him that almost unbelievable
sounded - that is, how he and his every golden ox, calf and cow
he involved in his Sunday morning and weekday fake holiness
show is suddenly no longer cashing in on spreading viruses
or planting via a Eunuch in Cedd's monastery addtionally
to be sure of the wrong cure also through rats the pox.

It seems Owini is only ever at spreading every kind of pest
best, and that makes him a candidate for his eternal condemnation
in every nation and also for having all his sins retained. And I find
that especially aggravating, as we treated him like our kins but he
even had been fishing out my monthly secretions from the bin
and committed with that and his united organisation of the bloodthirsty
bat many a sin, and ommitted our truth in his own perversion of
your real book's version that you dictated to me and that he secretly
overheard and which he fished with a few but incomplete and completely
distorted details and hooks from our diaries, and had our truth
utterly derailed under his influence of drugs with his thugs and
crooks, and now he even his decadence and pestilence with
his arrogance to repent fails.

But he has been chasing for a long time already for his every
cover up of his organised crime his own beast's everchanging
head and tail, and finally, even Wilfred and Hilda recognised
the seriousness of his state of obsession and delusion and
mind's intrusion and did no longer in his brine sail but rather
realised that his arrest and testimony would also theirs entail
and they did once too often ignore Jesus Christ's=your message:
'You've got mail.' And with that you held up into their face, what they
had ordered on you to use and on me their every nail for our
coffin - but o yonder, what wonder, our own holy souls' righteous
police and law enforcement in the starchamber
presented them with their organised crime's
dossier and simply did give them the choice, either to confess
and to clear up their mess and to the truth not just their
accounts and books to redress but also documents they
defrauded, whilst they the devil instead of God lauded.

Or they would be publicly exposed that they in their heresy and
proven organised criminality internationally, and that would not
go down well even in their kind of multinational fascist empire
of aryan heresy hell with a Roman fountain pagan wishing well
and a Dover range rover that contained withheld truth and that
we did anyway already tell. And some former donors of not just
a church bell also got quite nervous at the extent of their
crimes and plots and rather convinced the evil bunch to
let us be with our little Holy Rose but then, their devil's den
got again busy with planning the next political murder
and purposeful credit crunch over a free after mass lunch.

O, my beloved Ceaddi, I am so glad that you never anointed
that Owini in any incarnation, as he is as bad as I am about
his evil sad, but he cannot pretend he was or is mad, as you
will take him up on his responsibility and take him to task,
when you with his mask off him ask, why he put also poison
into your mass wine from his flask, and why he even stored
a whole cask of it so obviously also in that -ham shrine, where
he chopped up later them bones of the ones, at which he
threw from the pew and the sanctuary with his novices
his stones under their secret society cones and committed
with all sorts of covens, as he also held all keys, their
notorieties and even went so far to sell one of my bones
and put it into a brass frame as 'anonymous saint' - I almost
did faint in my dream of that bat's scream, when you hand
back to him in court his murderous tools and fake stools
and do in your own legal finale the real picture for all to see
in every see of our truth paint.

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