Nec laudibus nec timore

NEC LAUDIBUS NEC TIMORE, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Once before has this motto been the call of a lone voice in times of darkness, when Clemens August Galen stood up with his priests against the evil of their time. Neither through laud nor through threats and murderous plots can one silence a holy soul that only desires and aches to fulfill God's calling to spread the truth in Jesus Christ's peaceful way as the daily bread.

For far too long has been handed down heresy and literally sold for the truth, and numerous and often anonymous holy souls had to die in their peaceful but persevering resistance under laying down their own lives for the truth in this most unholy fight of organised criminality out of greed and lust for power, and institutional corporate bodies have abused Jesus Christ's true spiritual church and killed off or oppressed the truth again and again.

The gentle and meek of the ancient path of peace and wisdom, free of wrath, were always in the minority and found themselves often in the slavery of the bloodthirsty tribes and rulers, who only had expansion of their power on thier minds, and never for a moment the welfare and nourishing of holy souls.

There is no love in those, who lie to and about a holy soul and who ignore and mock God and commit blasphemy on a daily basis, but only ever arrogance and unbelievable decadence and pestilence, both symbolically and literally.

Heresy was widespread through the means of whole mercenary legions in as many as possible regions - Jesus Christ never ever wanted any blood to be spilled and certainly nobody in His Name killed - He gave Himself on the cross, and offered to the inhuman branches of evil to accept this His sacrifice but they just continued to slaughter the meek and the lowly and treat them to this very day as their 'slaves' in one way or another. Worship of the mammon of the golden ox, calf and cow being always a part of it, instead of the humble holy life of a holy family and travelling and voluntarily poor community, in which each member shares their gift to heal others and any rift to the outside.

And the simple fact that Jesus Christ took Mary Magdalene as His bride the so-called churches still purposefully and unforgivably from their members hide and even for a fee - what kind of corrupt see dares to call itself holy, but plays at the same time eternal roly-poly with the truth and locks away in their and external archives documents of holy proof under also many a desecrated roof and has heresy in their shelf?!

One that buys and sells shares and stocks with privileged information even in corexit oil spilling oysters and shells and in pharmaceuticals and institutions that with extensive elocutions even cast spells from their secret society hells.

Avon D'Bishmaya, illa passan min beesha.
Our Father, separate us from the evil ones.

The evildoers know, what they are doing, Father; they even purposefully ring with their lies by spies their bells.
Their sins are retained, as they have from confessing to the faithful refrained, and have purposefully unholy pseudo-friars as liars trained.

Mother Sigrid Eliora
Katholikos Kyriake Sancta Ecclesia de Iesous Christos et Maria Magdalena
Abbey of the Holy Rose
Cill Naomh Ceadda the Martyr
Order of the Holy Rose

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

A Deptford Ship makes a u-turn from a fascist skip and suddenly hands even over to Captain Kidd a stolen urn by via a repentant dean of St Paul I, II, III and an archbishop from Dover, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

A Deptford Ship makes a u-turn from a fascist skip and suddenly hands
even over to Captain Kidd a stolen urn by via a repentant dean of St
Paul I, II, III and an archbishop from Dover,

by Mother Sigrid Eliora

A Deptford Ship makes a u-turn from a fascist skip and its captain,
Admiral Nelson, suddenly hands even over to Captain Kidd a stolen urn
via a repentant dean of St Paul I, II, III and a former archbishop
from Dover, and suddenly, even some Anabaptists from Muenster distance
themselves from going down in History Today as fascist empire
conspirators in a range rover in the bookshelves and hand back to
Captain Kidd also at the Canal Mary Magdala's wedding gown from one of
her more recent incarnations, cleansed from all their evil
incantantations, as they do not wish to end in a Zwinger nor as a
mandrake and hellbound spellsinger for the rest of eternity in their
evil confraternity.

Interesting, what happens, if the truth comes out at low tide, when
nobody can anything anymore in any shore hide but has the truth with
all its mud to confide and to clear up their mess and confess,
confess, confess.

And to the truth also the rest of history from the beginning of time
until today to readdress and to keep every book free of any crook and
free of sinning.
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