wilfred, o, wilfred
wilfred, o, wilfred, what have you done
with my sister, to Chad and to me,
she in her jealousy and you in your lust
for power and greed and for a portion
of the mustard seed - you cursed our holy matrimony
and corrupted our holy truth for your half-finished creed -
you Judas bishop, who felt St Chad a threat,
as you knew as well as His holy brothers,
that He was Jesus incarnate and He told me
that you cursed in 666 again our eternal holy matrimony
and tried, what you could to prevent holy sisters and
brothers to become holy husbands and wives,
and holy fathers and mothers
you have used your pr machinery then,
bishop sarastro, you power lusting king of the night
and wannabe-maestro - that is, how my holy daughter calls you
these days anyways, as she has noticed straight away with her
Divine genetics holy eye x-ray that you are never shining
in any Godly light, you are just boasting about your secret philosophy
of the branches of Aryan and purposefully barbarian but illusionary might
and heresy,
and look at you now, still up to your stone old and cold
publicity stunts and holy priests and women hunts -
only this time you moved your area of activity and you bully
the Catholic priests in the English church and plaster your
name for the sole purpose of selfish fame all over
the world, well, starting small even in a parish
in the iurisdiction of St Chad, where you try with all
the money spinning types to torture in your old lame
game like everywhere else under your umbrella
with all the greedy and all the wrong
seedy intentions of the gospel hypes
to send faithful and holy Catholic priests
into greatest man-made turmoil and infliction.
as you only ever cared about increasing unholy numbers
to erase us, the holy family, and to graze on Christ's meadows
black sheep and spiritual pus, and you want especially eliminate
our innocent holy child, who is meek and gentle and mild
but when she hears your name she responds
mighty furious and wild
as you dared to call her unashamedly
in the presence of your boasting Freemason company
'the queen of the night' -
you are not even suited as the darkest of the devil's
night-light
funny that the same old faces I also found from
underneath my Mantilla laces in that sort of Egyptian church
with a Catholic mask that is already sold out to the pyramid's lurch, so it must
be some kind of double-used capacity in that edifice and I know that
Jesus is taking also that priest on his double-facedness now to task, as
He knows exactly, where there is at night a feast of bat as the altar sacrifice,
and a think-tank experiment even with the labour of conies
to try out, how to infest the one holy nation with headlice?
but then, your churches will soon be anyway
without your competitor but full of returns demanding
creditor and former sponsor and then you cannot blame
St Chad for that anymore, as you yourself made
even the lurches dark, as you never really sang
to God 'Hark',
and you have sold out the edifices with your greed
to just any credit shark like the horrid secret bank
of cina, or is it sina of the big apple that now
demands its due for your senseless greedy
speculation, with which you could have fed the poor
of the one holy nation, and now the repercussions
of your ambitions will force your wine cellar
to switch to a cheaper eternal Lenten demonizing
cider papple instead of the by your dark lordship
patronizing champagne, as you might fool yourself by forcing
your logo and advertising and your publicity in addition
to your tacky poster parish campaign that stinks
of the rotten sacrifices in your presence slain, as that
is, how low the church under your rule sinks,
even into the worldly realm only to get your
own place in the monastery and in a palace
bookshelf - ?!
what kind of crowd have you been mixing with, not only lately
but over all this time to accumulate so much spiritual crime
even under stone of lime
but you cannot even count to three, as the Magi
have been everywhere to check on your accounts,
not only the church books, that decadence and much waste
has been added up to unimaginable sinful amounts
and they found they are run by very strange
crooks supplied by the likes of Eclonian Captain Hooks.
but then that is also not new, as you only ever
acknowledge those with big purses and old corrupted
names in the pew and on your culpits you are careful
not to make a priest like Theodore, who could be even one day
a pope and for you another competitor, not even a rector,
you from holiness defector and culprit!
here you go again for fame from the best paying
unholy dame, the golden cow with her many a calf, the babylonian
whore, who does not only play to her husband the arrogant other half
da capo and encore,
but now you have gone too far as this is it -
you are trying to totally dissolve the apostolic succession
only to prevent Christ's faithful priests
from using the power of Christ's intercession
as you are a Judas priest, simply committing blasphemy and
high treason to list but the most serious crime,
who has long corrupted the transsubstantiation in your
bread and wine cellar feasts, and with your
spy deacons and priests in training, who are even
noticed for their inexperience and decadence and spiritual
pestilence by many a faithful soul's presence as
you always from the beginning of time have given
your all to let the souls entrusted to you
from God's grace fall to prevent the one holy nation
under Jesus to come into manifestation.
let me tell you now, you have the longest time
been the lover of the golden cow, and
you are after Christ's rule of His abbey
of the Holy Rose clearly a boar, who tries to play the lion
but your voice does not have the slightest quality like
Jesus with St Chad and John Donne to roar. Your mask is totally and utterly
boring with your da capo and repetitive repertoire
that you can recycle soon
in the Olympic water reservoir, together with your art collection
and let me tell you, Mary Magdala is not Gabrielle with rose by renoir
as I might be Christ's muse but He loves me as His wife in an
overdose, and do not even think about Mary from Magdala
with Mary of Scots to confuse.
you must have had problems lately with your fuse,
but worry not, I pray for thee, as you will need my prayer,
when even I will stop to pay for your greed a membership fee
and rather feed the poor myself and in a house mass
sponsor what a faithful holy priest does need to consecrate
a humble but holy space, from which we pray and celebrate
the Holy Eucharistic feast uninterruptedly and solemnly
and in purity for eternity, and where a holy bridegroom
and bride do no longer have their love to hide, as you
are definitely on the wrong side and I declare you now
in the Name of Jesus officially a worshipper of the devil
and his golden cow, and on you Yehovah does no longer
His heavenly crown bestow, you did your every single
opportunity and chance in holiness to enhance and to
abandon your secret trance dance, Sarastro, blow.
You are simply given the sack from the one holy Catholic
and apostolic church, as you have abused Christ's spiritual
church as a secret golden haystack and as a man-made
mountain top in the shape of a pyramid.
But it has tumbled down, as you have underestimated
as always the eternal might of Jesus and Mary Magdala's
wedding wreath and of my wedding gown, and it will
be now you, who will in your own desperate tears
and fears even on the white cliffs of dover drown,
as you have not only let yourself, the souls in your care
but foremost God and Jesus and the holy family
with the one holy nation down.
You are declared hereby illegitimate, as you have done nothing
to prevent with canon law the high priestess her sin to God and to Jesus
to confess, and the deadline is over, and so is Jesus' patience last straw,
and soon also the licence for your church business limousine
and range rover. lame game forevermore in Jesus
Name and in the Name of the Holy Trinity,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit, OVER.
Rot in your own man-made hell with the sound
of your every desecrated church bell - and I have this time
lived long enough your dirty story that was never to
God's glory to tell.
And I pray for a dark angel, who vowed in heaven that he would
forevermore gladly in the underworld dwell to redeem his wife,
with whom he once shared his life but who abused his power
and his partial insight into the life of the mustard seed sower
as she did with her ruby ring herself too much into her own version
of her sister's Etheldreda mythology entangle, and now she just cannot
strip off her sister necklaces and jewellery that she stole
from her and hid out of jealousy, when Etheldreda griefstricken after Chad's death
honoured His wonderful sacrament in her own monastery and that
of their holy matrimony as no sister can sever the vow not even in a curse
with a Judas priest of the unholy succession and the evil snake's hiss, as
God did this love personally on Jesus and Mary Magdala for eternity bestow,
and we do even in the dark for each other like a lighthouse
glow. As we are always together in heaven and on earth
and we never part and are united even in separation for the
sake of the one holy nation, as we are one in soul, spirit and heart.
you see, Wilfred, you and my sister got finally found out,
and I am the last one to know but Jesus dropped me through
our memories from Chad's time many a piece of the puzzle that is
your and my sister's filth and grime, and outright against the one
holy nation crime. Gems are a beautiful gift given by God to feed
the needy and to heal with them many a man-made rift and now
by letting them all go, we make even your sandcastle pyramid
finally into the category of simple hocuspocus sharlatanery shift.
Simple, as St Chad's and Jesus and Mary Magdala's dimple.
And who cares, if He has a beard and me once a month
a tiny pimple, as Jesus if the giver of life, and you only ever
try to take mine with a ritual knife but no more, as Yehovah
holds His hands now sheltering over His eternal beloved
bride Anne More.
And He will show you soon the door! Ground floor!
With regards from Yehovah,
In prayer for one of God's worst strayer,
Eliora
Anno Domini 2nd Mairseail/March MMX
St Chad Day
God thunders forth from heaven to rouse people to fear the Lord, to call them to remember the future judgment...when God will come in the clouds in great power and majesty to judge the living and the dead. And so we ought to respond to God's heavenly warning with due fear and love so that as often as God disturbs the sky, yet spares us still, we should implore God's mercy, examining the innermost recesses of our hearts and purging out the dregs of our sins, and behave with such caution that we may never deserve to be struck down.
-- Saint Chad
Mother Eliora,
M.S. OHR
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