'It is just poetry?!' 'You tell me!' by Mother Sigrid Eliora

'It is just poetry?!'
'You tell me!'

by Mother Sigrid Eliora

'It is just poetry, isn't it?' I asked from Jesus Christ personally,
when I had to prove my faith, hope and trust in Him
the most, when He entrusted me with so many
facts of most unholy acts but also of the most
beautiful and true story to God's glory about
Jesus Christ's and Mary Magdala's holy souls' family in lightspeed,
that were unknown to me until the words flew into
my fingers from deep within my heart and soul,
and that were so contrary to what I was taught
about the Eucharistic host.

'Is it?' replied Jesus Christ with His agony kept to Himself
but in His faith and trust and hope in me that I would not us the chance
deny to challenge all heretics on their every lie, and to
not give up, when His enemies would start to
attack me evermore viciously and maliciously and
at first from behind my back, who did entirely the desire
for the truth and for justice for the holy souls lack,

as when the ones with their secret society cones
started to throw at me their stones for speaking the truth,
that the Holy Spirit had to me entrusted in manifold ways I had no safety net
that kept me from possibly hitting a never ending abbyss
should I be wrong but my faith, hope and trust in Jesus Christ
on His way of the truth grew evermore strong, the more
I had to witness from the pew the heresy and evil spread in the sanctuary
and from the pulpit by many a git in a bishop's or cardinal's pious disguise,
who sold lies as the daily bread in their corrupt and heretical shore -

but eventually I felt in my bones, the more I trusted
that the truth in the stories and the facts that I saw in my dreams
and visitations and apparitions was to my soul not at all new,
and that in fact, my soul's memory was increasingly in whole
eras and sequences and details contrary to manipulated views
of history very much intact, to the shock of many a spynetwork's
apparently ignorant - but often purposefully - mole.

And sadly, many behaved against the truth increasingly badly
and accepted bribery and property and promises of fame and
a place on an "honours'" list as some unholy knight or dame
and put even under holy souls' name the evildoers and heretics
very own shame and blame.

Threats were whispered and expressed silently even in the street
or at church from the lurch, poisonous were 'special treats', as
every single one with a secret society cone threw not just a stone
but in order to climb up the snake's ladders even across the border
they also did me in one moment under witnesses in either a friendly
or hostile manner, depending on their grade and of darkness shade,
greet, and even healthy people suddenly used a walking stick with
a knife, to point out that they could also take with that suddenly
a holy life in the crowd, and pretended that the devil's hoof
was on their feet, and thus they could keep for a while
longer their copy of John Donne's shroud, until they were charged
and sentenced for organised criminality -

as some did even sink that low not just my privacy but also (and not just)
my flat in my absence to invade and to steal my diaries or take photocopies
that they altered for their heresy, and posted their manipulated
self-pompous elegies in their own name and put on mine instead
their own shame and blame - but eventually the truth and evidence
of the evildoers' decadence and pestilence was in that way even
documentated, as sometimes one would their evil deeds against
the true creeds confess to get away from their pact with the devil,
and suddenly an already falsely accused holy soul was also
as a police officer cleared of all accusations again reinstated
to fight for justice and peace through the truth.

Poetry is providing the facts of good and evil, and it can help
to bring before the courts most unholy acts committed by every
corrupt shore that has indulged in organised criminality and heresy,
and Jesus Christ never came with His return that far before.

And on that note, I can honestly say that He has long returned
and already masses of butter for the poorest of the poor
even Himself humbly churned and many an incense without
poison for the truth and in the truth and through the truth burned.



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