Jesus Christ grins back at the evildoers: 'Told you that you no longer unpunishedly into my account hack', by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Jesus Christ grins back at the evildoers: 'Told you that you no longer
unpunishedly into my account hack',

by Mother Sigrid Eliora


Jesus Christ grins back at the evildoers:
'Told you that you no longer unpunishedly
into my account hack, and I know, how
you laughed mockingly, when you read in poetry
that 'I AM back' as the legal terminator of your evil,
as you do true repentance anyway lack,

and now, suddenly you do even visibly more and more
involuntarily respect to me and my wife and our family of old show,
even in your every corrupt unholy heretical shore, as one by one
your heretical lore has been exposed as heresy under your
secret society cone,
that you bullied through via your organised criminality
and notoriety at the cost of real lives lost,

and you stand with the back to your own fancy tapestry walls,
as your victims for the first time did report your killer sport
that you committed in many a secret blood miller's village,
former military and now hijacked for bloodsports and experiments
of the inhuman kind in a mercenary fort or
even in a holiday resort,

and they have delivered evidence
for your every other crime and of your unspeakable decadence
and pestilence, and you start to feel in your bones that coming
back at you are your very own stones, and you have even
seen in the street of your victims' a clone, and you almost
did them greet even in Fleet Street, until you all of a sudden
realised that this is a person left for dead, or buried, and on whom you
had ordered a hit because he or she wanted to spread MY
true bread.

And you begin to wonder, whether you are going mad -
as that is, what you tried with us, through your gaslighting
measures, so that you could unhindered steal from holy souls
their heavely and worldly treasures, and take over their possessions
and could under false pretence simply under their identity behave bad,

and, to be honest, that would be very tempting for me to say,
'you are mad' but you knew only too well, what you did with your every
man-made hell and by desecrating a bell or by producing
a death spell, either individually and also collectively with
your secret society - you are no stranger to any kind of
notoriety and adultery and blasphemy and hypocrisy,
and now I take you to task without your secret carneval
or clown mask with your every heresy and organised
criminality.

Many of you spend a fortune on food grown organically
but you have on the altar no mercy shown, when you
sacrificed your child or another human being secretly
at night to the devil under a dome in Rome or
in my vicinity behind my back,
and you caused our holy souls and me and to my
family life-long agony -

but I AM back to heal all scars of my holy souls for good
and I deal you yourself perfectly legally now your own deadly blow
before the courts, and I am not in a good but just and also extremely grim mood,
when I present the evidence also from your
own bloody rotten heretical, satanical and whatnot evil begotten
rocky horror show with your stage attire, and my drumming teacher
gave me proof of your crimes, after you had left my house, where
you also unlawfully reentered and manipulated and stole anything
you could get hold of from under my wife's and my roof.

And you make rather a pathetic Judas preacher under your copied hood,
and meanwhile all know, even your former allies, that you posed even
as them as spies, and overused their credit cards and air miles
and spread about anything and everybody, once
you were through with them your own lies,
and they had fulfilled your multi-purpose;
and that you in your own
obsession with your fourth reich power and your delusion as a weed
sower in every secret society on earth overdosed;

and none of your present partners does anymore under their secret society cone
to any shore dare their true face to show, as all do now publicly shamed
and named their sentencing at my lightspeed pace even from their own fear,
as they did also 'for your eyes only' secrets for money and property that they
as a honeytrap acquired with every network that paid them even more, share,
and I am immune to their selfpitiful tear, and appear to you and to
them as the worst ever scarecrow, and for that, I do not even to you
bat like an uranium poisoned rat to glow.

I might just bring you to somebody, who once did with you sing, or taught you
singing or presentation skills or breathing or shared her many
scholarly fields'
expertise, and you have into her face and to her family your true identity and
colours to show. And to somebody, of whom you thought, they might be a milestone
for you with the help of corpses, as you hoped they were enough doped to
show you their supposed hidden skull and bone - but you see, not everybody, who
is rich and famous and powerful is a member of a secret society and even helps
US to fight all evil of your every secret society cone, and they even
played gladly
also one of your victim's clone, and enjoyed the camouflage - for you
that will be
a never ending blamage, as bottomless is the damage that you on holy souls
with your fouls inflicted.

We could not even initially keep up with your every notoriety, as
there is only so much
that Mary Magdala and especially a modern-day Eliora can conceive in her soul
of the renewed evil of your vow to the devil, and then, under greatest
agony having
to pass it on in her poetry.

You are no longer a kingmaker, neither individually nor collectively, as
you are simply now a known criminal and everything taker, and a heretical
murderous undertaker and of everything that is real a faker, as you
would not have the first clue, how my wife Mary Magdala gets from me
even about your blackest
and most hidden secrets her every clue for her poetry,
as the likes of you, only have fish gelatine as their stinking loose end glue,
and not a single word coming out of your mouth is anyway true.

I offered myself to your bloody secret societies as a bait together with all
of my wife's and my family's holy souls across every border, in order that
she can speak out aloud, what needed to be said, and we are tired to death
that you still try us all to kill with your stinking rotten breath -
get a grip on your
eternal condemnation in every nation, as we start now our eternal life, and you
can no longer prevent my return also to my wife;

and, by the way, I can prove your every criminal move and also that you
wanted to put to the slaughter not just a holy mother and her daughter -
and I know also, who did assist you and whom you put in Greece and
with the Huns on your murderous Swiss Alpes death list, as your every
pyramid hierarchy has broken down and your sandcastles have tumbled
down, and even in Oettoemoes and Szeged they have taken off your
posters from the walls, and you won't get anymore by any shore
reassuring calls but now we turn the tables on you and your bloody
fables and let you bump into your own silent walls.

You will spend the rest of your remaining life as a walking dead,
and we simply leave you to yourself and to your own, and you will
quickly run out of your stale bread, as you are no longer of any
secret society the hidden top head and will be taken prisoner
instead.

You see, my wife and me we have true love for each other,
and she is a most holy mother and to all holy souls we are
eternally their parents, always were, are and will be, and
for far too long waiting for me because of you and your threats
had she.

You can no longer forcefeed us your poisoned corporate identity
treats, and I have also a confession without concession of a
certain Bonita Kis, whose daughter is actually yours, and not her
ex-husband's, and she also no longer cares to pose as Martha
with an artificial teat for inhumanely and criminally abducted and
traded children all over the world, who is also hiding in her
international witches' coven behind - quelle surprise - behind
a fake St Chad icecold stone oven.

Can you tell, even a French spy, who no longer does our truth
in the neighourhood deny and no longer does, faced with a long
list of her own crimes and espionage in perfect Chinese whispers Magyarul,
quelle blamage to her own name, on which I also put in the courts
her long-overdue shame and blame, traded you in for a reduction
in sentencing and does no longer want to scry and not anymore
take neither your drugs nor your commands by your neo-fascist hubots thugs,
and so does almost every of your former partners-in-crime in the
global and local community rather confess that they had a part in your
every plot against
me and my wife, as they could see that they are already in an
almost unsurmountable table and mountain top mess;

and they no longer want to copy Mary Magdala's habit and dress,
as they only know to well that they will look in it like they are - a spook
and crook, who only puts on a hypocritical and heretical farce show.
You did the longest time against us in your Szegedi bogracs-cauldron
a multi-heretical fishbroth cook, and even your own mother does
no longer bother to deny that you did with her and her contacts
also against us spy and wished us evil and put on us many a curse,
until she got all back from her own devil's doctor and nurse, when
she no longer had money and property and not even change in
her fraudulent designer purse.

You also teamed up with our old friends via your international connections
and screamed at them and threatened them and 'convinced' them with
bribery to and death spells and all sorts of plots that you were only able
to carry out with the help of corrupt authorities, who were also members
of your secret societies. But you see, when things emerged evermore
clearly in every shore through the one and only living word poetry,
suddenly you were out of your every corrupt and heretical lore shore,
and not even listening to you is anymore every babylonian whore.

As you only delivered evermore all the wrong goods and they never
really wanted to wear your version of perversion of our own
Order of the Holy Rose hoods, as your members started to see
much earlier than you that the beast had long farted, after the contract
with the devil had ended in MMXI, but maybe you only then started
to get used to every consultancy fee and developed an appetite ever
so insatiable for travelling for free under diplomatic immunity and with
for your crimes and grimes impunity -

you even bribed the corrupt neighbourhood and local community
and their hierarchies, and lied to everybody especially to the mercenary
spycommunity that they eventually got suspicious, whether you were not
just simply on a crusade and were in your stone heart on a 'die hard with
a vengeance' mission against all truth and all holy souls, and so, they
gradually gathered against you their data and saw that you are
extremely malicious and greedy and weedy and vicious and an imposter,
who no longer bullies anybody with any authority, as you have no integrity,
and you won't get a free ride in the jet of Norman Foster.

And dinner for two at Michel Roux is also over, as your bill was not paid
neither by Rome nor Dover, and expensive designer gear or cars are also
out of your reach from now on, as you are now turned in by your own every
ex-con, and you will have to live, what I do preach and teach, and I won't
you EVER forgive, nor will my wife, for having taken so many a holy life
with your bloody hammer, axe, lance or knife or any other weapon, and
you will from now on have to end your devilish dance and your stupid
drugs induced and any trance, and surrender your secret society cone
as you are herewith condemned for eternity with all your sins retained,
as you have even today from telling the truth refrained, and still under
witnesses almost again a reputation stained and a life slained.

You are out of the picture and out of the book of life's frame, and you
will bear now our cross forevermore in every unholy shore and wherever
you go and your own defeat will tell and speak the truth for itself
and your criminal track record in every international bookshelf
and you will have to end your evil streak and break up
the contact with the devil, who is long anyway already tame and
powerless as a beast with his evil.

You simply did once too often and for far too long even those betray,
who never did anything to harm you and even wished you only ever the
very best in life but you thought you don't need true friendship and
did even from all your empty promises stray and rather used even
as a 'father' on holy souls your bloody ritual knife.

And, as one of your many accomplices used to say: 'What goes
around comes around', and as she did also about us lie and for bribery
on us spy we let her without us experience, how it feels, when her lucky
fortune wheels suddenly went even in the most luxurious resort moneywise dry,
as nobody listened anymore in any shore, what she supposedly did on us 'scry'
via her chest of drawers and its mirror and all her mails of complaints
against you came back as an 'error'. And now she has to cope with the
consquences also of your combined terror, and pick the pieces in her job,
and had to admit that she also had a part in many a plot of against us
a hit and that she gave you and your blood path brothers secretly for
money her fob and that she went even to bed with many a yob for
better prospects and property, after she was finding acceptable
for an income also organised adultery.

What will you say one day to your former child that has long
despised your way, as, so far, ye evildoer, this was your life.
And that does not read very nice, black on white, nor in colour
from a laser printer, when one has killed holy church mice
with a ritual knife.'

What goes around comes around - yes, it does indeed, especially,
when one does from God stray and Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala
and all holy souls out of greed against the living creed betray, and
never in the first place, wanted to walk with one's head high up and
an honest face in true grace on Jesus Christ's = MY way.

Don't expect me you and the likes of your pikes and flunders
to even consider worthy for going back into the clay!'
And to one other John, Janos, and Jon I say only this:
'It comes at the highest price to trying to be lying to and spying
on and scrying on and His truth denying of the one and only
true EL ELJON. And you are sentenced also for highest treason
in any given season for wanting to kill Mary Magdala, the true
and one and only daughter of Zion.'

And I also sign now off as
THE one and only true ROARING LION'
In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,
in the Name of the Holy Trinity, and on the truth
shone her light the sun of God's Infinity, and
holy matrimony through God blessed and joined
was already for Adam and Eve and later in all their
incarnations amongst all nations in most loving and
faithful monogamy and for eternity, and the truth is
known to the Holy Rose eternal holy family.

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
Order of the Holy Violet
http://churchofjesuschristandmarymagdalene.blogspot.co.uk



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Mother Sigrid Eliora
HOLY ROMA Abbey of the Holy Rose
Cill Naomh Ceadda the Martyr
Societas Sanctae Rosae Crucis
Order of the Holy Violet
http://churchofjesuschristandmarymagdalene.blogspot.co.uk