By Mother Sigrid Eliora
At the heavenly Judgement court on earth the one good God says: 'Well, well, whom have we got here?! Mr Blair! One, who not just his country but also my trust betrays and still from the truth strays! But expects me to be on him fair!
Tell me, Mr Blair, what is it like as a CIA-asset also with your every secret society of freemasonry and templar knights lore from shore to shore with human baits to hitchhike?! And to play under diplomatic immunity and impunity with the blessings of a Judas Ischariot apostolic succession's bishop of London and archbishop of Canterbury heretical pike, even in a local community but also nationally and internationally?!
Tell me, Mr Blair -quite frankly, I do not know you nor your hair - you were hardly on my truth nor on Jesus Christ's and Mary Magdalene's holy family fair but you even gave them at all times with your organised crimes hell and threw yourself your own fouls at their holy souls, and through bribery and hijacked MI6 property you even let your secret society fascist mercenaries throw their stones from the pulpit and the pew with the help of inner circle CIA ex-agents turned also mercenary army via a St Saviour's priory in St Chad Haggerston and St Magnus in the city and elsewhere, here and there, under secret society cones! So far, Mr Blair, it is already enough you forever not just from my kingdom but also from any holy kitchen hearth to bar! Especially, as you grew with the help of organised criminality by oil companies and banks your own internal and external psychic community and framed all agents, who blew on you the whistle, and placed your mercenaries even in the garter and the thistle via blackmail, and by stealing confidential royal mail,
that you used as a special coffin nail!
Even your wife had her own thing going and went hunting for many a seal ring and fishing for secrets via her Blair witches coven that also had its tentacles manicured and nails sharpened by a Vatican sponsored blackhole money deal and a brown Straw-black-berry churchhouse property honeytraps producing mole strategy! Please, Mr Blair, let's cut through your crap and that of your wife, and let's put your crimes against humanity straight on the maps, and I do mind that you pretend to have in your memory suddenly a Rabin memorial peace promise gap!
You gave some convincing pantomimes in your pre-election speeches, I give you that much, but then, the secret fascist ghost writers knew, how to win even the votes of those, who had subscribed to your secret societies' anti-dotes, and lured under the disguise of charity even holy souls into your Vatican and Anglican and Jewish and Muslim devil's dens, each with the most vicious and malicious mother hen, and all coordinated by the likes of a Chartres and Green under the pyramid roof with a devil's hoof and in the buildings of Wren!
But, you see, Mr Blair, all your cronies did too early too much boast and even you and your wife long before your Downing Street demise toast, as they thought my holy souls would not survive and live the truth of the facts of your unholy criminal acts to tell, and I broke your every bloody druid's spell, even in Chad's Well!
And not just for a stroke or heart attack by a ritual knife! Mr Blair, you have much blood on your hands, and, quite frankly, when I think of it, I am not in a good mood!
You did pretend to be the people's kind of bloke but you are not! And your punishment that I have in mind for you will put you through your own hell's grind, when you suddenly the long destroyed boxes of evidence of your pestilence and decadence all over the world shared for free in copy on the net find, and everybody knows that you not even about the death of millions cared, whom you wanted to wipe out with fatal pox!
And your wife went around on even once consecrated ground and let holy souls torture as her own Snowwhite codename not just with poisoned cox! And had her own witches council in a priory the fate of holy souls debated and in St Chad Haggerston she also with Princess Diana a secret fascist bunker with stolen artefact piratery had that was guarded closely by the carefully bloodhound churchwardens via your
bishopry and archbishopry and their male and fenale whores from both shores.
And their secret society offspring each under a fake templar knight ring did also a role either as master or slave in the nave take! And eventually, Mr Blair,your foundations built on stolen Egyptian sand, I now with a single blow to your reputation finally totally and to you unexpectedly one of these days shake! As I won't allow you to put on your Guy Fawkes show nor do I grant you permission to proceed with your heretical criminal creed!
And, Mr Blair, in case you wonder, how, o yonder, I do know, how and where you worshipped in disguise also of a Drake with your snake the golden mammon ox,calf and cow, just ask a Mr Dench from the Hitler clone fascist trench or a former master of a bench! Or look at every of your Brown thinktank ex-spook turned crook and mercenaries and add to that a Frank and other social scientists, who for their special expertise enlists the help of pranks from the Russian and Italian and South-American mafia, and the usual corrupt forces of any country and continent ending on -a!
Not to forget, as I can see you suddenly fret, a female handler of the former CIA turned also fascist mercenary and military spy, whom you hired for all sorts of church hierarchy rotten to the core piratery activity exclusively, and who was named and shamed under Caren Bassich as her codename. And as you all did crave so badly fame, I put you now altogether also with the Gledhills and Underhills and Down under with thunder and in a Clarkson, who did the Roma-Sinti falsely incriminate, into an international spy- and organised criminality frame, and hand back at you your own shame to your own name, as you did the longest time me and my own family wrongly blame!!!
And for high treason there is always the same punishment in every season! As that is the fate of all, who came for their own fake-funeral purposefully too late! Remember, Mr Blair, the bloodflow in the slide one night in the Tate?! You did the longest time engage in any debate! Did I make myself clear?! As I am to my holy souls anytime near and I will teach you your own returning haunting ghosts of my punishment a never-known fear! And save us your self-pity tear, as I am not yet finished with you and with your wolves, as there is more fur to shear and for you and yours it is high time for your every crime your cross to bear, and every holy soul's premature life's loss weighs particularly heavy, and you won't be with pleasure anymore in any shore especially measured suits to wear! As you never ever human beings nor my spiritual gifts to heal all rifts treasured but you created them and purposefully aided the war- and whoremongering deals with poisonous meals als in the churches from the lurches!
But Jesus Christ with His own MI5 team your secret facilities successfully raided, just, when your sirenes and sybils again their fascist hair braided! And now you are being led to your imprisonment until the moment of your sentencing for your eternal punishment. You, Mr Blair, I know for a fact, do not repent! And so, i will not in my punishment relent!'
At the heavenly Judgement court on earth the one good God says: 'Well, well, whom have we got here?! Mr Blair! One, who not just his country but also my trust betrays and still from the truth strays! But expects me to be on him fair!' By Mother Sigrid Eliora
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