Little Toshi says: 'I want my true Mummy, and so do my brothers and sisters, and not those illegally to IVF treated fascist maternal female or male pretender, who is an honours list candidate and law bender and repeat offender and extortionate templar knight money lender and to a whole hierarchy of Vatican and Anglican demons a contender! We are the victims of the secret fascist laboratory that disguises as oratory!' By Sigrid Countess von Galen
Little Toshi says: 'I want my true Mummy, and so do my brothers and sisters, and not those illegally to IVF treated fascist maternal female or male pretender, who is an honours list candidate and law bender and repeat offender and extortionate templar knight money lender and to a whole hierarchy of Vatican and Anglican demons a contender! We are the victims of the secret fascist laboratory that disguises as oratory!'
By Sigrid Countess von Galen
I know my mummy from my dreams and every time I called her she answered my screams! She knows also, how I look like, and I no longer will stay in that evil house paid for by some Mr Pell, where he and a Mr Dixson and a Mr Nieschlag do on me and others 'research' and classify my genes! I simply will from that devil's primate hatch run away and follow the little mouse that whispered to me a warning and promised to send in the MI5 for a raid!
And my mummy is already waiting for me and our whole batch, as all the other children in that laboratory, which is disguised as an oratory do also her DNA match! Each is my sister or brother, and we all want my real mummy as our one and only mother! And I overheard a high court judge say in a hurry, when he left even the paprikas and a curry behind hastily to a cardinal and a professor of the Medical Research Council that they 'need not anymore in any shore with bribery or threats against whistleblowers and victims and former allies bother, as the Vatican and Anglican creed had become too obviously weed and was visibly only ever inspired by greed and with organised criminality provenly sustained,
and that the last pope got over it already fired and that every license to kill had also expired, as once too often had the evil axis of the Ratzinger Taxis taken an even more drastic fall into hell' abbyss, when the curia and their secret consorts abused their diplomatic immunity even and especially preferably in every foreign country!'
'By the way', little Toshi continues, 'if anybody sees my mummy before I get to her, could they, please, let her tell from me that I learnt even to break that cardinal's evil streak, simply by singing to him a certain song and by smiling at him with my true mummy's smile, and his fear of that combination made strong and I even found him shedding a repentant tear, as he knows only too well that from now on the whole Vatican and Anglican fascist shore will have to behave and the cross of every victim's life and whistleblower's life's loss to bear, as me and my siblings lived the truth to tell of a so-called elite research clinical hell under a bell!'
Holocaust Aftermath:
Retired General Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen had just returned from a concerted international raid on monasteries and in certain hijacked remote coastal military facilities
Adam over there went undercover in Japan and in other countries, and bumped into the same faces of London based parishes and companies, who obviously were under way simultaneously for more than one bribery as mercenaries, and who are back home white collar dignitaries, who often use for their triple account illegal activities and meetings either a pyramid glass roof or a dome. By the way, Adam brought back a Samurai sword that had lost against a poem's living truth by one letter in a word!
And, depending, where the next orgy with corgy and sponsored pink champagne and matching pink priestly vestments is planned via the latest up- and coming templar knights or freemasonry credit-crunch beating snobbish bunch, I have a hunch, that the same career male and female opportunists of the horizontal kind will for the first time rather each other kill than a whistleblowing father or brother, as from what I heard from more more than one barber has a certain grand master with a ridiculous beard every lodge with ex-Interpol officers turned mercenaries manned, who ever faster suddenly shredded secret papers munch and no longer as assassins for their belated fees get rid of the loose ends of the Vatican, Anlican, Lutheran or Orthodox and other such dead sees but who do now us help to arrest this sea kelp and come clear, as they know, where our 'Mother' does show, the law enforcement is also to them near.'
"DAILY TRUTH LIGHT
Holocaust Aftermath:
Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen's Memory Knot/Gestatten: Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen, General a.D.-Day geknotete Taschentuch,
A Novel,
Chapter 9:
Mother's Hiobsbotschaft/Mother's bad news for the bad guys! -
By Sigrid Countess von Galen
(Chapters 1-8below ch.9)
Retired General Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen had just returned from a concerted international raid on monasteries and in certain hijacked remote coastal military facilities
and had freed from metal and wooden cots in stone walls whole flocks of abducted children,
who had been kept by fake-monks and pseudo-nuns, partly even with their mothers, like cattle behind the silent walls of various locations that had a long hidden track record and history of child abuse, slavery and exploitation and human and organ and body parts trafficking.
Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen and Peter Westcott, another retired volunteer officer from the secret services, shudder still at the thought that the children had been already summoned and partly aligned in military drill for their systematic on an operation intended table kill, when Harry had to Peter and the team the "Go!Go!Go!" with his hands signed.
They had recognised amongst the arrested culprits even some high profile faces, once they had removed their mask, who had had their own building section, where there were children and whistleblowers alike tortured and and exposed to drugs and rituals by these bored secret society fascist socialites, and who had subjected their victims to unspeakable Nazi-style concentration camp experimentation!
If Harry Galen had not received so many additional anonymous phone calls and letters passed on to him by the MI5 section for international organised church and secret society hierarchy and social science gone wrong criminality he would not have trusted the local Roma leaders, who had tried to contact him personally, as some of their community had been falsely framed and implied in these terrible crimes but in fact, their integrity was intact,
as it turned out that parts of the high-profile media and film criminals had en route of an international Henley toad ralley through this death valley with monastery mountain top for a thrill broken into the Romas' trailers and houses and stolen their clothes and identity to have them for their own crimes like abductions and human trafficking and thefts and even for murder framed and falsely shamed!
'These people really think that they are above the law!' Said Harry to Peter. 'They are so arrogant that they think, if they as VIPs with the cardinals and popes drink in orgies with corgies and share the Venetian Lucretian poisons and dopes that nobody can imply them as a mercenary spy or criminal, as they were under the delusion they could get away with even murder under diplomatic immunity and impunity!
They even had the nerve to call our local MI5/6 team to tidy up after their bloody mess! And the foes treated those agents later as loose ends and demanded from the church hierarchy that somebody also kills the latest whistleblowers, who did awake to their conscience and who did to us confess!
But we were quicker than them, and so, here we are, and can send them in the interview through their own La Mancha windmill hell, and let them sign their confession without concession even with their real bishop's and aristocratic title and name and ring to the 'Amen' after that with their confiscated evidence of a certain Compostela shell their oil shares financed templar knights' Greenbelt bell!
By the way, I am so glad that we had also a sweep-out in Spain had and in Macedonia and Serbia and Croatia, and in Greece, where all the top cone hat bearers lay under the same golden fleece! And now they return each to the other their every stone in the interviews, and reveal all for their own lesser crimes deal -
to me it is most important now that the victims of this vicious and malicious business, including us, can get acknowledgement of their suffering and agony and can be reunited as a family and community and that the arrangements for their safety are outside of any corrupted or broken seal, just in case, that undermined is again last minute the chance finally to get all out safely somewhere within the United Nations, where we all can under a free roof and over a free meal in peace and human dignity heal!
Justice, it seems, is finally being done! Amazing, how many of these arrogant entities and deknighted powers and disgraced principalities of demon hierarchy are suddenly trembling in fear at the thought that their own secret society is with their own returning stone with an assassin or the law enforcement to them near! I have already seen some of them hasting to a bus stop with a self pity tear drop!
Well, whosoever sows violence will reap violence, and I, for my part, am sick and tired that whistleblowers and supporters of the truth and of justice and peace are shot or stabbed or by selected madmen grabbed or overrun 'accidentally' by those secret societies and mercenary looters and their business cars, or by scooters and bikes paid for by fascist mercenaries and Anglican inner circle sharks, Lutheran salmons and Vatican pikes and even by their secret or secret society created children and with stolen eggs artificially inseminated offspring to deal a blow and create for the next generation of beasts also a human offering as a meal!'
Harry Maximilian Galen was now in a full blown righteous rage, and had no intention to incarcerate it again into his already bursting cage! He continued passionately:'How arrogant of church hierarchy to on the one hand dismiss all spiritual gifts, of which they cannot gain hold exclusively under their evil monopoly that they enforced anyway via their brutality and organised warmongery and criminality over many a century even through the back door again in Dover, whilst in utter hypocrisy they are secretly employing psychics and tarot readers and astrologers and astronomers for sums that are climbing for their lies accordingly to the confessing mercenaries astronomically - and for what?! To hear, what they already know but not the truth, as that is shared elsewhere freely but not anymore with their shore!
So, the secret inner fascist circles within the church hierarchies turn to Tibetan warfare and shamanism and blackmail in a smokescreen of black magic for their warfare in every single by the truth peacefully invaded territory! Even within the secret services and military that get infiltrated everywhere by mercenaries internationally, just to steal and deal on hijacked data from governments and their audits and other offices and bugged and mugged and drugged secretly get the unassuming colleagues by a member of a secret society, who got away so far under diplomatic immunity and/or via a stolen identity!
The churches across the denomiantions were only able to keep up appearances with the shady deals of their every heresy fable for so long, of which none anybody heals but at holy and decent souls only ever a stone throws systematically, as to destroy the good people's reputations in all nations.
Nah, the church as a corporate entity is collectively from Vatican over Anglican to Orthodox and Lutheran simply a monopoly playing beast and from the one good God's ways of peace and justice and truth visibly straying!
And those, who pretend via fake-piety on carpets to be praying or who are not just in thoughts slaying with a ritual knife in temples or other places of supposed worship swaying do also in the same organised criminality with a cross-over between Jerusalem, Rome and Dover overdose and share resources amongst their secret to an aryan masterrace heresy subscribing empire of evil and do the good and peaceful powers and principalities blackmail and threaten and bully and their representatives either kill or frame!
It is high time that we dropped on them their own manure of shame and put all the hypocrits' crimes against humanity to the right face and name in every place that they invaded under the Sun with their weaponry and spiritual warfaring shamanism and smokescreen gun and let their black magic backfire on them tragic simply by exposing the facts of their criminal acts!'
Peter uses Harry Galen's brief interruption to grab his handkerchief, to ask him: 'Have you heard this morning that a bishop of London and a cardinal in Vienna shared the same churchwarden as a voodoo witch, Mary, who did for bribery and for property for herself and her family in Antigua and West-indies put on their victims a silencing spell of hell with stitches?!
She also stole for them strategically from St Paul' to St Chad's via the altar servers confraternity's secret instructions church treasures, and was by all means not the only one, who set up their own female and male witches or deans coven, with not just one Mary, and more than one chaplain or secret society captain by the names of Richard and Rose behind a stone cold old oven!
And they became somewhat competition to yet another black magic and child rapist and genital mutilist and general life annihilist evil association a la Evangelical Yorkie-Porkypie psychic circle run by some archbishops with lovers between South Africa and York and Londinium, who got out of it all also from the military snatched a by a fake-nun hatched and with two men's DNA for cloning matched under abuse of diplomatic immunity and impunity and via a fake clearance, various a property and bribery in number accounts and a carpark of range rover!
And they also with a certain London priory and many another secretly anabaptist and whatnot Leiden-based and into East London phased Belgium and a Buiren-Drusius lethal torture specialist monastery and paedophilia organisation collaborate that also traffick children between Notre Dame district from one private boarding school to another for supplying pseudo-nuns and fake-brothers with newly groomed victims, whom they certify also in Compostela via Ingatestone as pilgrims!'
Harry Maximilian Clemens von Galen shakes his head in agony:'Yes, I saw the notes of the debriefing! And these secret children of the top church hierarchy are being trained in Ingatestone for spiritual warfare from an early age by those priory fake-nuns, who even hold victims/whistleblowers captive in a cage with guns in their Saturday school, and they teach them acting skills and spoil them rotten with unbegotten frills and transform them into witches and sleepers, who one day as altarservers or at a wedding a target kill!
And one of their former recruits, who no longer wanted to continue that evil game, as she was anyway also in her profession as mole exposed and burnt by her own secret society and by that priory, once public became her name, has now also supplied voluntarily the evidence for utmost farreaching international terrorism and anarchy pestilence, all organised and plotted by that priory that our 'Mother' had after all the secret societies' attacks in the community as the real lead culprits and walking cancerspread as female parish sisters and -priests identified and their faces were internationally after that by many also in many other places, where committed was organised criminality, spotted! And between the sisters and the community the relations also eventually hotted, when they could no longer keep under lock also their evil Pell's laboratory fruits and undone were their spells by hells and mocked even their sudden use of the Angelus bells.
These ghastly creatures only ever pretend that they to us now a helping hand lend but all their triple accounts and records that they from their confessions as concessions ommitted speak for themselves and they still fill with piratery their jumble sale shelves, and when an inspector turned up undercover and dropped the pretence and held up his id and charged them with their pestilence, their mother superior was no longer prone to arrogance but went ashpale under her secret society cone, as he returned to her under witnesses her own mask and with poison filled wine flask! And when prompted she did admit that she had ordered on our 'Mother' more than one murderous hit and the slander of her reputation not just in one nation but also via forged letters that were place strategically at crime scenes or in their priory!
Those fake nuns also trained those church hierarchy teenagers as altar servers and on the guns and as poison experts and as thieves and in many a criminal speciality, so that they could unnoticedly give the whistleblowing priests and members in the community not just a harmful cough via a polluted incense or a deadly and difficult to trace drug in a tea or coffee mug, and more than one nun taught also to children in Sunday school heresy and how to curse quietly not just pregnant women and children and not just unborn babies with cleft but they also groomed the students of evil, whose parents were members of secret societies and church hierarchies, into organised criminality and to become part eventually of a secret evil mercenary para-military templar knights army.
There is a whole interfaith religions grouping going on recruiting vulnerable mothers or those, who feed on greed and lust, with their children, and who receive gradually training in shamanism, black magic and other spiritual warfare a la Tibetan lore, but also by many contemporary secretly with state of the art weaponry equipped para-military with latest spy technology Vatican financed shore! And some blend in at Stamford Hill or Golders Green or Maida Vale with the Muslims or the Jews, and also fill in the Roman Road Buddhist centre and in churches from the lurches the pews, trying to pick up their paymasters' instructions and news.
These mercenaries might pose as well-known traditional churches or extremist ones like Eastern Lightning or other such sects and cults or meditation groups or baby groups from the lurches but who are even in La Leche clubs founding cubs armies and are planning and plotting amongst diplomatic corps fascist coups overthrowing in disguise or via the help of local troublemakers even in old bible lands governments!'
'And don't think', Peter adds, 'that the Samaritans and Salvation Army don't get also bribery from the Vatican and the Dalai Lama, and not just for a straight grown banana panorama project or for a donation of concentration camp style prisoners' pyjamas or for their watery letter pasta soup!
They have, just like the AA and WW, all their inside moles and inflitrators, who sell on the confidential data of the vulnerable to the next big player in the field con! And thus, even from a remote location or on a twin peak vaccation the few top cone hat plotters, who use the world as their chessboard and who do most piratery and stolen treasures and human beings illegally hold, can live out their evil streak and play bombers in disguise f.ex. of a Roma or of a person, who made under a St Paul's doma a (bugged) confession, and not just in Rome under a corrupt dome!'
Harry Galen looks at Peter with a fire in his eyes:'Time to play trainspotters on the rest of this bunch of credit crunch beating spiritually and greedy parasites and pus and to arrest them in the act, when they overdose in their weed and gather in disguise at a busstop and to deliver to them in their churches and safehouses and in their offices and in meetings the criminal charges concertedly and to put their own face witout their disguise of a stolen identity into the Interpol frame and to put the long overdue shame and blame to their very own real name!
And all reoffenders and bailout rule benders will get revoked their legal deal!
Soon, they won't just stand in the starchamber dock trial but also before Jesus Christ's true wronged flock and before their Maker on the judgement throne also in a Blackfriars or Southwark Crown court and Old Bailey's courtroom, and cry in self-pity at their exposed gloom and doom, and you can hear a needle fall in that room, when suddenly whole top hierarchies are no longer in denial or defial of their organised criminality and heresy, as the prosecutor holds up a poisonous phial identifiable and certain records and stolen or forged letters and books, over which the culprits played lethal monopoly even on pulpits!'
'You know', finishes Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen, 'sometimes I think my late father does with me somehow from heaven a good drop of truth and gentleness with me drink, and I am so grateful that he did to me and my children also his sins confess, and that at last, at least in our dreams he cleared up his mess for us as his kins, and that I had the chance to exchange with my own daughter at a certain moment of truth the vital glance of recognition, as I knew that she would have one day to this whole truth blast to press the 'Click' button for its worldwide ignition, so that the world can finally become heaven also on earth, as in our family we kept the truth safe quietly and selflessly at our humble kitchen hearth but shared it for free with all, who asked for answers.
Sadly, many betrayed our trust eventually but for every traitor there are many, who have in their lives no sins with the intent to harm a soul committed and who have no evil streak, and they only wear in carnival at the most as a guest or host at a party a beak and do otherwise selflessly their cross of many a friend's and family member's attempted life's loss bear! It is these brave and humble souls, who help us now in Abraham' and Manasseh's same way the wolves in sheep clothing to shear!
In my family everybody knew that one day my daughter would have to deliver personally to the evildoers God's Hiobsbotschaft of their condemnation with their sins retained, and to the latters' victims the good news that will bring them healing and elation in every nation!
But she would have to put many a wrong right and end peacefully many an unholy fight that the evil powers and principalities put up against the truth, and not just she and me were subjected repeatedly over and again to attempted slaughter!
But she stood up as the only one more than once in a cathedral, where others knelt in fake-piety or in hypocrisy or in idolatry worship of evil demonstratively and doublefacedly, and she made a stand for the one good God and the peace of Jesus Christ and of the true prophets of peace and human dignity and justice!
Well, you have met my little girl! She gave as our 'Mother' back to hell their own curses just by revealing the facts and she helped healing the victims and by directing them to our teams via the MI5. And we survived all the doubting Thomas' of this world and now even the popes tremble in fear of the international warcrimes tribunal's prosecution's preamble, and of their own poisoned dopes and they have left no hopes that they will get any kindness nor mercy from their elite death-specialist doctors and Satanist and secretly fascist staff nurses and suddenly, even the popes call US for help and offer "to pay even for the truth to be spread in the form of free bread and water supplies even in deserts as a norm, and they promise to pay back, what they stole via their every mole from the public purses and from now on to our highest moral standards to conform - ha!
Who would believe such an old fascist and greedy and weedy con pair, of whom each counts every day their snowwhite hair and who signed their criminal commands in their secret societies each as "El Eljon" and whose every single genetically modified and with certain stolen eggs and artificially inseminated sponsored hierarchy affairs to a secret church army para-military hierarchy even in Zion amounts.
But what they do not know is, that not all doctors were on their side and they did, shaken by their awakened conscience, over one night internationally with us undercover,certain stolen eggs replace with original ones and we returned the piratery safely home - and at this piece of explosive news in a nutshell every single dome is no longer in possession of our Mother's eggs, and I would advise legally the hierarchies to make without delay their confessions, as even Ratzinger and Bergoglio added postscriptum already, what they left out in their MI5 confessions as concessions!
And the buckled shoes foes of gentlemen's clubs on the top hierarchies know only too well that their curses are no longer working and are indeed backfiring on themselves, as they have been seen as keen on burning secretly their own bookshelves of heresy and their artificially created false creed and invalid family tree of an even more rotten and unbegotten dead dead lavender and weed see!
And the popes, in a last attempt of sheer survival, start to open up the forbidden section of the Vatican library, as that contained some of the copies of real scrolls of truth and the hidden records of the victims and whistleblowers, whom the church hierarchies had dissected!
I mean, did these guys really think that the one good God would let them get away indefinitely with their lies and evil and worship of the devil?! And that we would let them carry on like in an Eastend spoof even under a church roof their organised criminality and marry for fun a Hun with a fake nun under a shot of a gun and the clacking of a pseudo-military and mercenary devil's hoof?
They enforced their smokescreen of aryan heresy with their criminal activities and even in disguise of other religions! And stole from peaceloving and Godfearing citizens their identity! Now they will learn that organised criminality comes at the highest price, as we are ready to arrest the whole lot of bats, who suddenly pose as mice, with the help of their own laboratory rats and freed dogs and monkeys and sheep and cats and offer them simply for their test their own poisoned rice!
That should get rid quickly straight into the prison van the collaboration pretenders amongst the templar knights and secret societies and their immoral moneylenders and reoffenders and eternal lawbenders, who draw a straw over the fate of a human being in their secret society!
Well, most are to stand trial and to lose over it their family and all they grabbed in greed and what did not belong to them. If you ask me! These secret societies are meshugge and plem-plem but we make sure that they get a taste of their own medicine and we leave them to eat their own Egyptian paste in haste, if they do not like of justice the taste as a former judge with a general life's grudge!
Or we offer them back their own gift to us - I don't think they would like their own poisoned fudge to eat or to reheat the poisoned hot chocolate they offered us in one church hotspot!
We won't allow them anymore to disguise their organised criminality as a religion in any region, and revoke officially their status of diolomatic immunity and impunity in every single even diplomatic community!
As these as religious posing gamblers are really professional experts on mercenary warfare and computer hackers and blackhole money financiers and electromagnetic fields scramblers and steal and deal with a Mother's eggs and we won't have them destroy yet another region nor allow them to regroup in yet another Western Lightning or yoga disguised religion! As underneath their Hampstead Heath facade is one big Roman toga malade and it is high time to bring back to a false Josephus via a Patricius a certain home truth ballad!
And to a bishop of Londinium a certain spade, with which was dug many an anonymous grave, when he did with his secret society not just as Wilfred and Hilda misbehave! And killing the one good God per se forbade! And that appplies also for poisonous or microchipped dental fillings and for grillings with a golf club to give the mark of the beast,
whilst in a pub is held a fake wedding feast!'
If a Handkerchief could talk:
Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen's Memory Knot
Gestatten: Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen, General a.D.-Day geknotete Taschentuch,
A Novel, By Sigrid Countess von Galen
Chapter 8:
(Chapters 1-7 below ch.8)
Retired General Harry Maximilan Clemens Galen had never been in favour of wars. Being born in 1935 he grew up in post-war Germany in childhood poverty and later, he had joined the army eventually voluntarily at first for the simple reason that he believed in peace keeping and viewing the military as a necessary means only for a country's defence in case of an attack. But for him, it was also the only way of receiving a higher education, and the opportunity to combine a career with serving the higher purpose of peace and human dignity, having suffered himself from the evil of fascism in his early years and even to now from the shadows involuntarily.
He blew his old fashioned handkerchief and whilst clearing his head his eyes fell on an article about the secret societies within the churches internationally. Harry was furious, when he read that a former archbishop of Canterbury, who had himself set up a boys club in a borough of London that was notoriously known for its cover ups of high profile paedophiles in secret societies across the city, tried to play down the abuse of authority and of diplomatic immunity.
Harry said furiously to his desk neighbour, also a retired high security services officer, who volunteered his expertise and in the field to combat organised criminality that was committed under impunity, and was thus difficult to bring to justice: 'Peter, we must talk to certain actors, who move in the various archbishops' circles on the dinner circuit and ask them to gather evidence for us. They are high profile guests with integrity, who won't be under suspicion by the culprits, and know, how to convincingly laugh at the notorious jokes and to create smokescreens for distraction, so that our MI5 field agents can take DNA from self-confessed rapists and thieves and ritual murderers and fraudsters! I am sick and tired that these snobs and hypocrits of the clerical hierarchies place strategically their secret society members and mostly criminal churchwardens and cronies in parishes and groom unchallengedly and unpunishedly children and adults into ritualistic and sexual abuse and eventually, via blackmail, whole families into organised criminality!
Has a long tradition, as we know, especially in the East End but they also do the law elsewhere these days via low cost airlines and sponsored trips bend under a stolen identity, and all to frame whistleblowers with the secret societies' own crimes and false allegations to render the latters not trustworthy as witnesses in the courts.
And, depending, where the next orgy with corgy and sponsored pink champagne and matching pink priestly vestments is planned via the latest up- and coming templar knights or freemasonry credit-crunch beating snobbish bunch, I have a hunch, that the same career male and female opportunists of the horizontal kind will for the first time rather each other kill than a whistleblowing father or brother, as from what I heard from more more than one barber has a certain grand master with a ridiculous beard every lodge with ex-Interpol officers turned mercenaries manned, who ever faster suddenly shredded secret papers munch and no longer as assassins for their belated fees get rid of the loose ends of the Vatican, Anlican, Lutheran or Orthodox and other such dead sees but who do now us help to arrest this sea kelp and come clear, as they know, where our 'Mother' does show, the law enforcement is also to them near.'
Harry Galen pushes the blog post he was referring to over to his friend and colleague Peter:'That woman is right, you know! Well, whom am I talking to? She convinced you, too, to give up your time and skills for free to help us in our battle against this misery! You had your own wars within the agency against the secret inner fascist circles and their profitable organised crime in your time, and had to leave behind your family and history! She is proof that you can with poetry peacefully the beans even on the highest pyramid and cathedral roof spill, and with hardly any means empty stomachs of the ten thousands fill!
By the way, I must not forget to pay the council tax bill, and to top up for our safe house the gas and electricity key! As we might have to rehouse soon more witnesses, and former secret society members, of whom almost everybody now voluntarily rather to their own lesser crime confesses and no longer for the next climb on the ladder with poison and a potential victim's bladder messes.
Could you get some groceries and clothes from our drop-off for the new arrivals? That would be great! Last time I had a look there, it looked really neat! And I can't wait to finally get on Mother's arrival her special treat! We have already prepared a surprise but that is all in the hands of a particular Bobby on his beat!
By the way, I always associate Seven Sisters also with certain Seven cretains Brothers and Angel Islington is as stingy in coins, when one the undercover beggar crowd joins as it is of bats wingy, if you know, what I mean! I tell you - the same faces turn suddenly up even in Germany or in Venezuela or at the Copa Cabana and pour poison into a cup or attend as a Manuel or Emmanuela cover in the Alhambra a course for Ikebana!
And by Sunday morn they all stink of the Saturday night secret society fever at mass or even in the smoke of a barbie of the same Westminster Abbey or Cathedral crowd porn, and are in their filled bribery pockets forlorn. It is high time that these secret society parasites in vestments or designer gear or in white collars hand back to the treasury the stolen public koffer piratery, not just in dollars, and also every hijacked security services and military property and that they sign even as former high court judge or prosecutor their confession without concession and behave towards their victims and towards every public inquiry benign!
As otherwise we hold up with permission from Her Majesty her seal, and tell them into their face that cancelled is their starchamber bail or reduced sentence or even amnesty deal! And I won't my disgust at these culprits' greed and lust any longer conceal! And I rather with you and the others join the lovely community of our Mother and Father, who have shared all for free with us for the sake of peace and justice through the truth internationally!
That reminds me, Father asked me to get some budget but good quality pork loin, and from you to get some wine and soft drinks but don't leave again cheese in the lamp in that office of your former boss, as he moved into another room and now his successor sits in gloom, as it stinks!
Have a look at the blog before you go, and I will already start to cook, so that all is ready by the time you arrested with the night shift team every crook also from that particular circuit! And don't forget to stop by those clowns, who confuse a temple with a circus, and who steal like ravens from the toads jewellery and many a designer gown to get a last minute deal to escape the new arresting powers of the rightfully restored seal!'
When Galen had left, Peter read the blog post Harry had left open on the screen for him, and he thought by himself with a grim frown:'Yes, I can't wait to rip off these secret fascist society church hierarchies their mask and to take them on their paedophilia and ritual abuse and organised criminality to task, as I have the original flask of a certain archbishop that he filled from his South African wine cask with poison and I will offer him a dinner with his from frozen cooked own poisson! I don't think he would a single bite from it eat nor a single sip from the cup drink, as he did once too often under the same mask also in more than two countries murderously with yet another fascist heresy obsessed secret society of organised white collar criminality of a top mountain world order and power delusion mingle!'
When reading the blog his thoughts also go back to a dear friend he lost, who had defended the truth with his life as the cost, and he found him and another one to his surprise mentioned and honoured in the blog post, and was amazed that he recognised the author as the 'Mother' he had seen in his dreams and who had answered his distress screams in his sleep, and the same had happened to him with the man they call most respectfully 'the Father'.
And their connection to all the volunteers on this inofficial United Nations of all victims grid was indeed deep!
Peter's eyes fall on General Harry's unused knotted handkerchief - and suddenly it dawned on him and he smiled, after a brief moment of determined grim, when thinking of how he had come to join in this living peace and justice creed: 'Harry once told me that the knot reminds him to put every single evildoer on the spot and to let all evildoers by revealing the facts of their criminal acts in their own hell rot.'
The handkerchief was clean and unused, just knotted, with three knots, and Peter knew that he had to summon and brief now his crew to send them tomorrow morning to many a church pew and to let some overnight on the church hierarchy dinner party fascist circuit with the evildoers undercover in disguise mingle. After all, each volunteer was also once a victim, who had been maltreated with shingle or with poison or a ritual grand master knife or was threatened with a gun by a pseudo-nun or with a Samurai sword, only because they believed in the living word, the truth, and had actually seen authentic scrolls even from Amos and Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene and a Philip and more but these were never mentioned by any so-called authentic church shore!
With these finest of human beings he had risked his life over and again in the face of the secret societies' knife and the grid's various crews had cried endlessly, whilst healing and dealing with their scars, and dried each other's snots!
Yup, tonight is the night! And airtight are the ports for all, who consider killing human beings and whistleblowers for sports, or who put poison in chocolate and cake fillings or bugs and microchips into dental implants and drillings. Let's make arrests in olympic dimensions, even in palaces and mansions! And no national opinion polls get anymore any betting fixed shore mentions! As there is no corrupt judge left on night duty to impose an intervention in favour of a secret society brother on murder charges or theft or for causing in an bogus operation on a baby a cleft!
Time is up!' Peter thinks ahead to the big celebration, when finally free is the nation and every nation of organised criminality, as revoked is simply by the judge on duty all diplomatic immunity and impunity and all loopholes are already eliminated by former blacksheep out of the box thinking and blinking moles, who now represent for free all their victims, and the devil's advocates also donate all their secret society bribery and doles to their victims as compensation voluntarily.
He reads on:
Friday, 13th May 2015
Church Hierarchy rhymes with Hypocrisy and Abuse of Authority and of Diplomatic Immunity
Holocaust Aftermath:
And just where did and does also the Vatican and Anglican and Lutheran and Orthodox church hierarchy look generally in regards to paedophilia under their diplomatic immunity and under abuse of authority? The other way, it seems, and not just between Upper Street and the East End and Westminster and Islington to Dalston and elsewhere. Knowing now, how well known the facts already back then were one shudders, when reading about a boys club in Upper Street, and more than one silent archbishop not just looking the other way but still actively suppressing and sabotagaging any investigation and placing strategically via freemasonry and templar knights also their own secret society insider officials, who are a network of evil in itself with their fights over shares and gay rights with checks forfeited on integrity, so that organised abuse and criminality could even be committed collectively with gentlemen clubs from the city and beyond! How many bones and discarded body parts of victims are actually held in park ponds?! And include in that also whistleblowing altar boys, deacons and priests, who were drugged and mugged and abused and threatened to be framed with a crime, should they speak out! Whatever goes through the hypocrits' and foes' mind, who do the bells in liturgy chime and who inflict as bishops and higher and lower in the hierarchy on innocents their unspeakable woes and hells! I would not want to be on Sunday in their buckled designer shoes! As no coroner nor prosecutor nor judge at their sick jokes about their orgies with corgies and G&T from the baptism font anymore chuckled, when interviewing some culprits, who rather confessed that they are up to a certain degree in every see and shore alternately between denominations messed! And who had framed and falsely accused whistleblowers and as them styled and hairdressed, so that charges were wrongly pressed! As eventually, the culprits were bound to become themselves loose ends to many a corrupt bishopry and vulnerable as well by the visibility of their man-made hell on their pulpits!
M.S.E."
Peter adds with a grim face:'Yes, and none of these fake-piety mitra wearers will now become the next chief bearers of a cone but will be known with their real face and won't be offered a deal but will have to bear their cross of every life's loss they have caused and covered up, so that the victims and their families can finally heal! And a whole volunteer army of wolf shearers will their black fur shear! I make sure of that, and have ready to return to each sender and law-bender and reoffender their every stone and their every threat in an special delivery urn! Tit-for-tat, just like that along with the arrest warrant and in the dock in the presence of the flock of the victims the evildoers in their vestments might get more than just from a judge a 'chit-chat' but a full-blown sentence for the abuse of authority and of diplomatic immunity and for contempt of court by making a mockery out of the privilege of impunity!'
Holocaust Aftermath:
Gestatten: Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen, General aD - Das geknotete Taschentuch,
[Chapters 1-6below 7]
A Novel, By Sigrid Countess von Galen
Chapter 7:
General Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen was briefing the lady consultant he had instantly springing up in his mind, who had coded many to her entrusted facts into poetry and novels and journalistic articles and had shared them freely to serve truth and justice and peace. She had answered his call straight away, and he did not have to explain much more to her, as she browsed once more through his notes, on the way
to the desk officer, who provided her with a new identity of one 'Miss Eva Hoffmeister', along with fingerprints and credit card and other history.
She repeated the scenario back to Harry: 'I will arrive at Tashima airport, and will be picked up by our infiltrator, who is there as a nursery teacher, right?! She presents me then as her recruit for insemination to that whistleblowing doctor and, officially, as her fellow teacher, to the company's own private school.
I will be brought through a staff entrance and whisked into the clinic, where I have to pretend I get ready for my initial examination before the artificial insemination. But I will not have to go through with it, and the doctor will declare me unsuitable, and discharge me again and I will be not starting my employment under the pretence of an illness that the doctor will detect and certify.'
Harry brought her to the airport himself and wished her luck.
The consultant now arrived in Tashima as Miss Hoffmeister, and was met by her fellow teacher. They took a cab until it suddenly stopped from the buzz in the city in a totally quiet street surrounded by black and white sterile looking buildings in a suffocating vacuum like square. Although fenceless, one felt immediately imprisoned by an invisible magnetic field, and there was nowhere, where one could from any camera in any privacy shield.
Only one building, obviously the company's main entrance and headquarters, had a company logo above the black glassed sliding door 'Aleph'. Suddenly all the Japanese faces, whom she had seen outside still friendly looking were turning hostile or fearful. She pretended not to notice and made her way with her colleague right behind her to a glass walled waiting room, where an American mercenary was awaiting them with a security list for their check-in. All seemed to go swiftly and extremely efficiently, so that nobody got a chance to glance around or to stop anywhere on the ground.
Suddenly they passed by an open space that was reminiscent of an 1930-ies German style small Bavarian town, and the frightful and surreal thing was that the inhabitants seemed to have been frozen in time. Women in clothes that were taylored in vintage style, with the hair dressing identical to post-WWII-fashion
but the newspapers with the modern day dates, but reporting about the world, as if Japan and Germany and the Vatican had won the war! It was unbelievable!
Miss Hoffmeister's colleague was called by some children from the nursery through a wooden fence! They spoke in fluent, albeit old-fashioned style German:'Hello, Miss, we missed you!' The children and their mothers were all blond with blue eyes, and spoke with the vocabulary and accents of the 1930-ies, and Miss Hoffmeister shuddered at this artificially created and maintained fascist scenario of an artificially inbred aryan heresy masterrace.
The children and their mothers seemed to be unaware of any outside world, as they stared at Miss Hoffmeister's 'alien' appearance with a sweetness of innocent curiosity, as they had never seen a woman with dark brown hair and green eyes so far. They were quickly told that Miss Hoffmeister had only dyed her hair and wore lenses, as a 'fun game', and that later, there would be a carnival celebration, where all could 'dress up and disguise'. That would be the 'celebration' that would end in the ritual group murder embedded in an award ceremony on a spinning platform into the ground for the over 30-ies mothers, who had started to ask too many questions and were no longer content with the ever repeating propaganda answer.
Miss Hoffmeister was just about to approach her colleague quietly in a whisper, when the latter told her that the doctor had not left any hopes for the future in this project anymore, and that he had given up secretly on his experiments and wanted out, as he could see the failure of this totally artificially created "project" of a 1936 fourth empire of evil society, as incest was providing them with a whole range of problems, and their categories of a 'masterrace' had turned out to be highly inferior rather than superior anstomically and psychologically eventually, and the mothers and children did not even know that they were kept in slavery, as they were looked after carefully with no outside influence and their basic needs were all fulfilled and their upbringing was strict and it was seen to that their life spannot much after 30 years exceeds, as they were discretely sold on or discarded in the chain of crimes against humanity's unseen slavery and organised criminality, or neatly stacked and labelled for consumption on an animal feed train.
The 'doctor', who was, by the way, of European fascist origin, had made a written confession as to how whole groups of human beings had been under his watch in concentration camp style either gassed or in torture with precision and many an incision or in an operation on the table slain. And as his CEO enjoyed international diplomatic immunity and could draw on the 1936 evil axis agreement between Japan and Germany and the secretly included Vatican and other church and secret society hierarchy and its many more secret supporters and their also under abuse of authority and under status of impunity intact structures and organised criminality, they got away with it even legally and formally!
The consultant, here infiltrating as Miss Hoffmeister, and gathering evidence for this utmost fascist pestilence on behalf of the United Nations, was shocked to the core by the sight of this nightmare scenario and she was with her colleague flocked in the 'doctor's examination room, where at first a guard was with them. In the security guard's presence the doctor had to subject the women to his usual torture. He threw a dirty needle attached to a fishing rod at Miss Hoffmeister's colleague and pierced her skin twice with the long injection needle being twisted into her flesh like a fishing hook. Miss Hoffmeister shouted at the doctor, who only said coldly:'Well, it's your turn then next.' And to the guard he said:'You can leave now. I have them under control.'
Miss Hoffmeister thought, when she had to undress on the doctor's command, whilst the guard was deciding, whether the doctor was in charge of the situation, that she would be tortured now and captured as well but by the time the doctor threw the hook at her he had only pretended and quickly let them dress up again and take photographs and he handed them all his files on a data stick and brought them out of the laboratory and into safety via his own staff exit, as he had full clearance and it was known to the security guards that the doctor had 'clearance' to also take 'patients' home as his slaves.
Upon her return to Harry's grid with her colleague she handed the team the stick and the photographs and the war crimes tribunal and other prosecution and law enforcement agencies were contacted via other trusted volunteers, often retired officers and judges and prosecutors from around the world, who secretly helped the victims of fascists and racists and other organised criminality and of white collar war- and whoremongery to see justice and heal with peace also in body, soul and mind.
When horrors and inhuman terrors are so vile that they are unthinkable and unspeakable to any decent human being, then it is extremely hard for a victim to go for his own justice the extra-mile and to report a crime of such dimensions, and those, who had done so earlier, were often hunted down mercilessly by the evildoers' secret society or other ranks pulling criminal pranks, who even killed and threatened the victims' family and friends under abuse of authority.
The team was adamant:'We need to free these poor women and children from their slavery and from that scenario before they are killed or are being sold on for further experiments to the highest bidder, and we have now enough evidence that the Vatican can also be charged for their role in this lame old empire game, as the doctor of this operation had also sent off his books to Miss Hoffmeister with every single cardinal's and pope's name, who to him with his sperm came and who did with his CEO on mountain tops mingle and who wanted also in the end too much and evermore more free Tashima dope each for their own shore.'
And General Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen adds grimly: 'Looks like these crooks are finally up not just for the Interpol frame, and some secret fascist high ranking leaders and representatives of the aristocracy are also in for their arrest for crimes against humanity, as they invested heavily in shares on insider knowledge of this particular company and I call it for now a day, as I know that they can no longer hope for a miracle over their triple account books, even if they for the first time to the one good God for mercy pray!
Why should God bother with a pretend brother, who never ever about the meek and vulnerable and for peace and justice and truth nor for human dignity cares?!'
Chapter 6:
Retired General Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen had been finally discharged from hospital and was
brought straight to an inofficial safehouse run by former agents of the United Nations, who had been under attack by the secret fascist evil axis amongst their own ranks. Harry had agreed and offered his help
behind the scenes in the improvised multi-disciplinary and internationally shared volunteer intelligence grid
that was founded initially by framed officers and agents, who had become loose ends to operations that had served to help secret fascist societies within the realm to gain increasingly more power under abuse of their members' unique status of authority, diplomatic immunity and impunity.
They all had been eventually become targets of the fascist evil axis within their own agency, organisation or company, and so, they decided to watch out for and to approach persons with proven integrity, who, like them, had peace and human dignity and a society free of fascism and racism but alive through justice at heart.
The grid was buzzing at the vast amount of desks with volunteer experts of all ages and mixed backgrounds, who had all various specialities, interests and qualifications out of the boxes. They were all united by the same disgust of greed, organised criminality and war- and whoremongery and of people, who abused their status for their own ends and lust.
By combining their various official and inofficial capacities, they were able to put at the right time in the right place to a guilty as charged face the bare facts on the presentation table, and could challenge even legally many a PR- and marketing constructed company or ministry fable, bringing about through also the exposure by corrupt-free journalists of further data and witnesses and watertight testimony many a successful fascist laboratory's foreclosure and sending even many a secret society and Vatican hidden company publicly bust!
Harry returned to his desk with a grim face after the latest attack on his life by some templar knight grandmaster with a ritual knife, and checked the messages he had meanwhile accumulated on his phone's sim.
He turned redfaced,when he listened to an S.O.S. coded call for help from inside a Japanese company
that posed as a special craft paper factory under even a Jewish label called 'Aleph'! He burst out to his desk neighbour, who had just put down his receiver: 'I wish this were just the poetry that it presents to be!
But if we, with all the horrors we have experienced and witnessed so far even first hand and survived,
individually and collectively, cannot even comprehend, how somebody, and especially: a doctor, does a fascist company in their illegal laboratory a helping hand with torture and neuro-scientific abuse mind games a helping hand lend, and endlessly the law of humanity does bend - how can the victims or whistleblowers come forward to break that spiral of these ongoing 1936 evil axis powers?!
This distress message is from a doctor, who until very recently, had thrived on being allowed to perform
on anybody in his 'care' unlimited his evil, streak. But he appears suddenly guilt-ridden and found my number on a hidden phone of an infiltrator in his ward, whilst the woman was in an drug-induced slumber.
That must have shocked him to the core that an outsider could have passed all their secret procedures and even came out amongst their cruel staff as best in the lie detector test. They never ever had that situation before!
The General called an urgent meeting with various other specialist volunteer consultants to discuss, how they should proceed with this whistleblower. Harry said:'Imagine, this doctor confesses that he with his patients and staff alike in all ways from drugs to physical and psychological terror messes! He admits to
procedures with dirty needles and drugs and rape and of forceful artifical insemination or sterilisation and
even illegal transplantation and numerous a deskinning experimentation ending in human parchments at the end of the paper craft factory production line, which they offer under "dried parchment from the swine"
and fill in neatly their paperwork for export transportation! - Friends, I could scream endlessly about this never-ending nightmare and I can't remember the time, when these fascists have not tried to interfere with my every dream with their Vatican sponsored spiritual warfare a la Tibetan carte blanche!
We must send somebody to this Japanese hell, as the doctor and our infiltrator have prepared everything
to let one of us in and again out, so that a person of integrity can to the United Nations the truth with the
evidence tell! Ideally, it should be a woman specialist, as they are looking for victims for artificial insemination, "preferrably from at least one side of aryan origination", as - forgive me, I can hardly stomach this information, never mind even having to speak it out - they need "urgently new "Aleph" mothers, who will have to give birth to a clone out of a stolen egg from a certain living person of their special perverse interest and from a German Nazi sperm from 1936 and who can then be sent back into their original nation
to become fascist empire sleeper cells, and many are actually also to be found in monasteries already,
where they ring the bells!
I have a certain lady in mind, whom we can approach, and she can get in as a consultant coach officially, for they provide special company training for company staff and even their children as a facade to disguise their crimes ahainst humanity malady!'
Gestatten: Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen, General aD - Das geknotete
Taschentuch, Chapters 1-5
A Novel,
By Sigrid Countess von Galen
1
Harry Galen wacht auf, nicht sicher, woher er gerade gekommen ist. Er
kam aus einer Sphaere von gleissenden Strahlen, die nur Sterbende
nicht blendet, denn sie scheint so vertraut und ist von einer
wahrheitsschwangeren Stille, in der er sein Leben in friedvoller Ruhe, aber
auch in Lichtgeschwindigkeit Revue passieren lassen konnte, und er ist
nicht sicher, ob er kurz davor stand, dass Gott ihn zum naechsten
Schritt sendet, und er Yahweh ziemlich bald ins Auge sehen muss.
Aber anscheinend hatten die Engel im Lichtergewand den Befehl, ihm erst einmal
nur zu uebermitteln Gottes Gruss aus naechster Naehe, damit er nach
seiner erneuten
Rueckkehr in dieses Leben den Rest seiner verbleibenden Zeit dazu
benutzen kann, das, was falsch gelaufen war, richtigzustellen als
freiwillige Buss.
Er hatte viele vertraute Gesichter gesehen, aber irgendwie schienen
sie auch mit verschiedenen Zeiten und an den unterschiedlichsten und
fremd oder veraendert wirkenden altbekannten Orten zu verschmelzen.
Seine letzte detaillierte Erinnerung, bevor er aus der Narkose
erwachte, war eine in diamantenem Schein zirkulierende weisse Rose,
die sich immer schneller wie an einer Silberkette drehte, als er sich
auf einer verschneiten Bergspitze befand - seine Gedanken ueberflogen
ganze Bergkaemme - 'ach ja, ich war ja da zuletzt auf dem Hohenstaufen
und auf dem Wilden Kaiser, wo wir uns bei einer Brotzeit und Enzian
auch noch kurz taten vor der Schlittenabfahrt verschnaufen; und ich
erinnere mich ploetzlich, dass ich auf dem Salzberg fuer irgendwelche
oesterreichischen Herrschaften als kleiner Bub in der Fremde
"auslaendische" (Berliner) Zeitungen kaufen musste und ganz allein
zwischen Dorf und Berg hin- und zuruecklaufen.'
Seine Gedanken ueberschlagen sich, und eine alte Ur-Angst mit
gleichzeitiger Wut ueberkommt ihn,
als er die schwarzen SS-Lederstiefel an sich vorbeimarschieren hoert, und wie
sich "die Stinkstiefel", wie er sie immer nannte, da sie
herumkrakeelten, taten grenzenlos besaufen, waehrend in den Lagern in
den Gaskammern oder irgendeiner anderen unertraeglichen Hoelle der Unmenschen
unschuldige Seelen, Kinder und Erwachsene, vor allem Juden, Roma und
Sinti, aber auch behinderte Menschen schweelten.
Selbst in Poettmes hatte er miterlebt, wenn Gott mit Jesus Christus in
Verzweiflung in stillen Schreien innerlich bebt, wenn sich der Teufel
ueber das Gute mit seinen schwarzen Lederstiefeln erhebt und mit
Parolen des Todes auf die Schwachen und Kranken und Armen ohne
Erbarmen und mit einer realen Massenexekutionshoelle und Schnaps in
Uebervoelle und seelenlosem Lachen trampelt.
Harry Galen knotet zum ersten Mal in Gedanken sein Taschentuch, um
eines Tages einen Weg zu finden, wie er in einem Buch mit Hilfe der
Wahrheit im lebendigen Wort allerort zu brechen gegen ihn und alle
heiligen Seelen zu brechen jeden Fluch und herauszufuehren aus dem
faschistischen und haeretischen Jammertal.
2
Eines Abends hatte Harry Galen auf seiner Stallwacht gesehen, denn ihm
wurde kein Bett im Haus der 'Gasteltern' gegeben, sondern er musste
arbeiten selbst als Fuenfjaehriger, um zu ueberleben, wie der
Dorfpfarrer sich mit den Nazischergen auch unter den Kutten
verbuendete. Nach Mitternacht erneuerten die ihren Pakt mit dem
Teufel vor dem Altar und den Putten.
So mancher spaetere Kardinal, nicht
nur aus Marktl, und nicht nur vom Inn, war auch unter ihnen, damals
gerade mal alt genug, vom Hitlerjugendprinzen zum schwarz
belederten Stinkstiefeladel aufzusteigen, der dann spaeter, nach dem
Krieg, mit haeretischem Doppelkinn fortsetzte den geheimen Lug und
Betrug und Todeszug ohne Sinn in der Illusion und Verblendung auf
einen Vatikanischen Faschistgrossreichssieg, im Westen, Norden, Sueden
und Osten, und der immer weiter mit seinen Waffenkameraden schwelgte auf
Kirchensteuerkosten der Lackaffenverschwendung mit Sonderposten, und
finanzierte seine eigene
kleine stachelige Rosenkranzfreimaurer- und Faschisten- und sonstige
kaeufliche oder
erpressbare Privat-Armee mit geheimen Treffen im Schnee auf den
Skipisten, wo sie
dann Jahr fuer Jahr machten immer neue Auftragsmordlisten.
'Und heute sind die immer noch hinter mir her fuer meines wahren
Vaters und meines Lebens und dem meiner Familie 'Endloesung', denkt
sich Harry Galen, 'aber ich mache denen mit den Fakten aus meinen
Geheimakten ihre Sonnenwend-Osterfeuer zur Schlangenabstiegsleiter,
denn irgendwann bringt Gott die auch vor Sein Weltengericht mit ihrem
wahren Gesicht, wo die dann vor Jesus Christus aus ihrem Judasbecher
trinken muessen ihren eigenen Lebertran. Und dann wird es durch die
Wahrheit allein ganz bitter fuer jeden selbstgeschlagenen oder gar
nicht so ehrwuerdigen alten Ritter!'
3
Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen hatte es nicht leicht im Leben. Am
Weihnachtsabend 1934 von einem Bischof und einer heimlichen Katholikin,
oder besser: arisch-haeretisch-anabaptistische Satanistin,
im Naziland, er Adel, sie Nazipseudoadelsstand, von beiden daher aus
entgegengesetzten Gruenden gezeugt - fuer den Vater als
'Ambossmassnahme', seinen
Widerstandssamen unter dem Feind in die Gestalt der Mutter in
teuflischen Anbetungssuenden einzupflanzen beim Totentanzen, denn er
hatte sich nur zum Anschein dem aufgezwungenen arischen
Reproduktionsdornenrosenkranzen gebeugt, und die wollte auch ihren
eigenen Nazipiratenkutter - damit spaeter der Sohn und seine
Nachkommen wuerden die Wahrheit verkuenden und sich mit dem Guten
wieder in Jesus Christus und Yahwehs Namen verbuenden.
So stand Harrys Kindheit erst einmal unter einem Stern, der erst viel
spaeter sich wendete zum Guten.
Seine eigene Mutter schickte ihn in die Ferne, sobald er ohne ihre
Liebe und trotz ihrer Hexenkueche fuenf Jahre erreicht hatte, und als
er im Alter von zehn aus der katholischen Nazihoelle aus Poettmes
zurueckkam, war er fuer sie die staendige Erinnerung an ihre Suenden
und ihre Niederlage und sie hasste ihn dafuer, dass er immer wieder
oeffnete zu ihren dunkelsten Geheimnissen mit seines heimlichen Vaters
Wahrheit und Unbeugsamkeit die Tuer, der nun zwar tot war, aber als
Held von den Tieslers und Ruckdeschels vergiftet, starb. Und Harrys
Vater ihr noch posthum ihr jedes Weihnachten verdarb, denn er sich
ueber den Tod hinaus auch in ihrem heimlich gezeugten ausserehelichen
Sohn nicht ihrer heimlichen Nazigesinnung beugte. Und dann verweigerte
der Sohn auch noch, zum Todesmeister aufzusteigen in seines
vermeintlichen Vaters, der ihn immer nur hasste und schon bei seinem
Anblick vor Wut erblasste, Freimaurerinnung.
Keine Schuerze fuer Harry! Dafuer hatte er zuviel Zeit gehabt in
seiner unfreiwilligen Nazigefangenschaft, seinem wahren und
gestrengen, aber liebendem Vater vom Himmel aus zu folgen und ihm zu
gehorchen, denn dessen Stimme fuehrte ihn immer wieder an die richtige
Stelle, um zu entkommen der naechsten Missbrauchswelle, und immer
wieder fand er die richtige Antwort und die fehlenden Teile vom Puzzle
auch in groesster verzweifelter Eile am richtigen Ort, und von der
Wahrheit die einzige zuverlaessige Quelle!
'Ja, man hat es nicht immer leicht im Leben, schon gar nicht, wenn man
mit seinem Gesicht schon in seinen Eltern ein Feuer zwischen Himmel
und Hoelle entfacht', denkt sich Harry, wieder im Schlaf, 'aber dafuer
hat es einen leicht am Wickel', und er lacht, wenn er dabei ploetzlich
seinen Schutzengel sieht, der ein Schaf spielend in die Sicherheit
lenkt und das wundersame Licht in der Sonne immer zur richtigen Stelle
und zum richtigen Gedanken schwenkt.
4
"Fukushima was not exactly 'prima'," Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen hoert
ploetzlich im Traum Worte, die sich ueberschlagen, aber auch ein
ganz warmes Gefuehl der Gerechtigkeit und Ende seiner tiefsten Qualen
in einem Gedicht malen, waehrend Gott wird gegenueber den Verbrechern
und Falschversprechern eisig und nicht nur kuehl
in einer Sprache, die er gar nicht gelernt hat, aber er hoert es einfach
fliessen, und immer weiter ganze Verse einfach wie von selbst
aus dem Nichts spriessen:
'and suddenly a whole seven headed sulphur beast farts',
and not just Fukushima was not exactly 'prima', was it now, ye self-declared
'grand masters', as it still does spill to kill and no end to the
disaster zone show,
and that is just one example on how you greedy few on the rest
of the world trample - but, it seems, you are no longer in control
of your own blasters.
And then, there is the lot, who think they are ever so clever
to spot even a knot, where there should be a dot, and wish
on others remotely a heart attack and do sleepers as killers
attune but with the assistance of a secret society doctor and
satanist nurse they actually cause to a holy soul sudden death
only through an air bubble with a remotely directed nano-hubble,
and make it look like they could perform with black magic a
blood clot to rid themselves of an uncompromising enemy,
who only speaks the truth and stands up for the poor, and
refuses to become through their bribery a crook, or an agent,
who rejects to become of evil a spook, as he knows the rules
and respects the law of God and saw in heaven the true
book of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala -
and suddenly the secret top of four of fascist and big empire hammers
or even more in one or more shore can no longer pretend a man or woman
for that matter became a victim of a fatal condition, so very tragic,
as they did
visibly and repeatedly and increasingly hurriedly and spontaneously
and uncautiously unite in their effort to replace every anvil's face through
their murderous plot of slammers, with one of their choice, of course, under
a secret society cone and under diplomatic immunity and impunity,
as they want their slaves to obey and let get the unscrupulous and greedy
away with their lame game in every space, as in their world slaves
are not allowed to use for justice and truth and peace their voice.
But Jesus Christ has the crime scene and 'after show' cleaners on His
side and they do their contempt and disgust with Mary Magdala and Him
share about
the lust of the devilish top hierarchies and no longer hide,
and do about the holy souls and their truth and about the sweet peace through
justice deeply care! And so, they return now bravely one by one every single
secret society stone, and can confirm, who was set up by a clone
and by whom for whom with whom and when by which devil's den,
as they are professionals and know, how to do their job for justice
and law to keep at peace their border -
and even Her Majesty, as know all real colleagues of the real James Bonds,
has once upon a time given a vow to serve God before her nation,
and so they simply call upon her to honour her oath, and to help them
bring to justice numerous a crime,
and to stand up for the truth in the Pall Malls and to tear down all
artificially silent walls, and to demand that returned to Jesus Christ
are all her authorities' calls; as especially royalty and aristocracy
have to ultimately surrender to God's one and only authority -
be it voluntarily or involuntarily."
Harry Galen wacht wieder auf - ganz schweissgebadet:
Du liebe Guete, das waren ja nicht einmal seine eigenen Worte - wo kamen
die nur her?! Aber er hoerte sie einfach von der Stimme, die er schon
immer kannte, und wo immer er auch war, an welchem Orte, er sie sein
Gewissen und die Stimme seines himmlischen Vaters nannte! Er konnte
nicht fassen, dass es ueberhaupt nicht schwer war,
diese Worte in seiner Vision an die Empfaenger weiterzugeben,
denn eigentlich war das eine Nachricht, hatte er das Gefuehl, die wuerden einige
Boesewichter ganz schoen hassen, und manche auch beim Empfangen vor
Schreck erblassen, aber der heilige Geist wuerde schon wissen, und den
Weg bahnen
durch das Gewuehl der ungesehenen Welt, damit die heiligen Seelen kompromisslos
leben koennen und gerettet werden koennen unterm Himmelszelt.
Harry konnte es nicht ausstehen, als er noch General beim
Militaerischen Abschirmdienst war, wenn die heimlichen Neonazis oder
die der ersten, zweiten und zum Schluss auch noch der dritten
Generation taten schweigend am liebsten auch noch bei so manchen
Abschlachtungen zuzusehen, die begangen und vertuscht wurden unter
diplomatischer Immunitaet und er hasste die Straffreiheit fuer den
exklusiven Club der schamlosen Luegner und Betrueger auch der
Geheimgesellschaftshierarchien, die letztendlich ueberall in der Welt
miteinander und gegeneinander schon immer hatten mit den Leben
heiliger Seelen herumgepfuscht und vor allem mit dem Vatikan als
heimlichen Hebeldruecker der Geldtoepfe fuer internationale Infernos,
denn als eines der aeltesten Machtzentren hatten die natuerlich ganze
Archive voll, mit denen sie
ganze Laender auch noch historisch und nachtraeglich erpressten, und ihre Opfer
zur Abschreckung im Albtraum bedrohten durch ihre Kroetenkroepfe, und schon mal
durch Bilder und Illusionen verrohten -
seitdem er wusste, dass auch sein Vater sein Leben fuer die Wahrheit
und Gerechtigkeit und vor allem fuer die Wuerde des Menschen und den
Frieden in der Welt gegeben, und erst einmal verloren hatte im Kampf
gegen das Boese, war es fuer ihn klar, dass auch er seinem Vater
nachfolgen musste, und fuer ihn weiter zu Gottes Ehre die heiligen
Seelen von der Sklaverei und Massenvernichtung und Manipulation zum
Hassen zu befreien!
Und so war es fuer ihn ganz natuerlich, nach seiner Pensionierung
weiter als freiwilliger Agent ohne Entgelt mit allen seinen
friedliebenden und wahrheitsfreudigen Kollegen und mit unantastbarer
Integritaet auch vom MI5 und MI6, Mossad, CIA und BND und natuerlich
Interpol und anderen aehnlichen Partnern, unter Gottes freiem
Himmelszelt und unter Jesus Christus Leitung zusammenzuarbeiten gegen
das organisierte Verbrechen und die Korruption, denn einmal zu oft war
auch ein juengerer kompromissloser Kollege von ihm von diesen Banden
angegriffen worden, und nachdem die ihn erst verleumdeten, und dann
auch vergeblich versuchten, ihn mit falschen Beweisen auf Reisen als
sein Klon ins falsche Licht zu ruecken, und auch scheiterten, als sie ihn
verfluchten, aber sie ihn dann liessen 'erfolgreich' ermorden mit einer
Luftblase in einer Injektion, und eine andere Kollegin sterben liessen
an einer vergifteten Transfusion; und andere wurden 'geopfert' von
ihren eigenen Reihen in Geheimgesellschaften mit Angriffen auf ihr
Herz auf scheinbar unsichtbare Art der speziellen mentalen
Kriegskuenste -
fuer Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen und seine Kollegen war das Mass
endgueltig uebervoll und sie fingen an, anstatt die Beweise zu
vernichten, die obersten Spitzen der boesen Hierarchien vor Gottes
Thron im Himmel einfach durch die Fakten in den Akten lassen vor allen
heiligen Seelen durch Jesus Christus zu richten, und dazu gehoerte
auch so manches konfiszierte vergiftete Messweinfass; und so taten sie alles
austauschen fuer den Fall eines Falles und hatten greifbar von den
gewieften Verbrechern selbst deren eigenen elektronischen
Kuechenschaben, und so taten sich sozusagen die Diplomaten und faulen
Unterwelttomaten selber belauschen und merkten nicht einmal, dass von
ihren eigenen belaemmerten Verstaerkern kam das stoerende Rauschen!
Tja, und da dieses ja eh alles war telepathisch kommuniziert, und die
Fakten auch keine Dienstgeheimnisse waren, sondern handfeste
kriminelle Aktivitaeten von Unmenschen, die ihre Authoritaet und
Position oder Berue
A Novel,
By Sigrid Countess von Galen
1
Harry Galen wacht auf, nicht sicher, woher er gerade gekommen ist. Er
kam aus einer Sphaere von gleissenden Strahlen, die nur Sterbende
nicht blendet, denn sie scheint so vertraut und ist von einer
wahrheitsschwangeren Stille, in der er sein Leben in friedvoller Ruhe, aber
auch in Lichtgeschwindigkeit Revue passieren lassen konnte, und er ist
nicht sicher, ob er kurz davor stand, dass Gott ihn zum naechsten
Schritt sendet, und er Yahweh ziemlich bald ins Auge sehen muss.
Aber anscheinend hatten die Engel im Lichtergewand den Befehl, ihm erst einmal
nur zu uebermitteln Gottes Gruss aus naechster Naehe, damit er nach
seiner erneuten
Rueckkehr in dieses Leben den Rest seiner verbleibenden Zeit dazu
benutzen kann, das, was falsch gelaufen war, richtigzustellen als
freiwillige Buss.
Er hatte viele vertraute Gesichter gesehen, aber irgendwie schienen
sie auch mit verschiedenen Zeiten und an den unterschiedlichsten und
fremd oder veraendert wirkenden altbekannten Orten zu verschmelzen.
Seine letzte detaillierte Erinnerung, bevor er aus der Narkose
erwachte, war eine in diamantenem Schein zirkulierende weisse Rose,
die sich immer schneller wie an einer Silberkette drehte, als er sich
auf einer verschneiten Bergspitze befand - seine Gedanken ueberflogen
ganze Bergkaemme - 'ach ja, ich war ja da zuletzt auf dem Hohenstaufen
und auf dem Wilden Kaiser, wo wir uns bei einer Brotzeit und Enzian
auch noch kurz taten vor der Schlittenabfahrt verschnaufen; und ich
erinnere mich ploetzlich, dass ich auf dem Salzberg fuer irgendwelche
oesterreichischen Herrschaften als kleiner Bub in der Fremde
"auslaendische" (Berliner) Zeitungen kaufen musste und ganz allein
zwischen Dorf und Berg hin- und zuruecklaufen.'
Seine Gedanken ueberschlagen sich, und eine alte Ur-Angst mit
gleichzeitiger Wut ueberkommt ihn,
als er die schwarzen SS-Lederstiefel an sich vorbeimarschieren hoert, und wie
sich "die Stinkstiefel", wie er sie immer nannte, da sie
herumkrakeelten, taten grenzenlos besaufen, waehrend in den Lagern in
den Gaskammern oder irgendeiner anderen unertraeglichen Hoelle der Unmenschen
unschuldige Seelen, Kinder und Erwachsene, vor allem Juden, Roma und
Sinti, aber auch behinderte Menschen schweelten.
Selbst in Poettmes hatte er miterlebt, wenn Gott mit Jesus Christus in
Verzweiflung in stillen Schreien innerlich bebt, wenn sich der Teufel
ueber das Gute mit seinen schwarzen Lederstiefeln erhebt und mit
Parolen des Todes auf die Schwachen und Kranken und Armen ohne
Erbarmen und mit einer realen Massenexekutionshoelle und Schnaps in
Uebervoelle und seelenlosem Lachen trampelt.
Harry Galen knotet zum ersten Mal in Gedanken sein Taschentuch, um
eines Tages einen Weg zu finden, wie er in einem Buch mit Hilfe der
Wahrheit im lebendigen Wort allerort zu brechen gegen ihn und alle
heiligen Seelen zu brechen jeden Fluch und herauszufuehren aus dem
faschistischen und haeretischen Jammertal.
2
Eines Abends hatte Harry Galen auf seiner Stallwacht gesehen, denn ihm
wurde kein Bett im Haus der 'Gasteltern' gegeben, sondern er musste
arbeiten selbst als Fuenfjaehriger, um zu ueberleben, wie der
Dorfpfarrer sich mit den Nazischergen auch unter den Kutten
verbuendete. Nach Mitternacht erneuerten die ihren Pakt mit dem
Teufel vor dem Altar und den Putten.
So mancher spaetere Kardinal, nicht
nur aus Marktl, und nicht nur vom Inn, war auch unter ihnen, damals
gerade mal alt genug, vom Hitlerjugendprinzen zum schwarz
belederten Stinkstiefeladel aufzusteigen, der dann spaeter, nach dem
Krieg, mit haeretischem Doppelkinn fortsetzte den geheimen Lug und
Betrug und Todeszug ohne Sinn in der Illusion und Verblendung auf
einen Vatikanischen Faschistgrossreichssieg, im Westen, Norden, Sueden
und Osten, und der immer weiter mit seinen Waffenkameraden schwelgte auf
Kirchensteuerkosten der Lackaffenverschwendung mit Sonderposten, und
finanzierte seine eigene
kleine stachelige Rosenkranzfreimaurer- und Faschisten- und sonstige
kaeufliche oder
erpressbare Privat-Armee mit geheimen Treffen im Schnee auf den
Skipisten, wo sie
dann Jahr fuer Jahr machten immer neue Auftragsmordlisten.
'Und heute sind die immer noch hinter mir her fuer meines wahren
Vaters und meines Lebens und dem meiner Familie 'Endloesung', denkt
sich Harry Galen, 'aber ich mache denen mit den Fakten aus meinen
Geheimakten ihre Sonnenwend-Osterfeuer zur Schlangenabstiegsleiter,
denn irgendwann bringt Gott die auch vor Sein Weltengericht mit ihrem
wahren Gesicht, wo die dann vor Jesus Christus aus ihrem Judasbecher
trinken muessen ihren eigenen Lebertran. Und dann wird es durch die
Wahrheit allein ganz bitter fuer jeden selbstgeschlagenen oder gar
nicht so ehrwuerdigen alten Ritter!'
3
Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen hatte es nicht leicht im Leben. Am
Weihnachtsabend 1934 von einem Bischof und einer heimlichen Katholikin,
oder besser: arisch-haeretisch-anabaptistische Satanistin,
im Naziland, er Adel, sie Nazipseudoadelsstand, von beiden daher aus
entgegengesetzten Gruenden gezeugt - fuer den Vater als
'Ambossmassnahme', seinen
Widerstandssamen unter dem Feind in die Gestalt der Mutter in
teuflischen Anbetungssuenden einzupflanzen beim Totentanzen, denn er
hatte sich nur zum Anschein dem aufgezwungenen arischen
Reproduktionsdornenrosenkranzen gebeugt, und die wollte auch ihren
eigenen Nazipiratenkutter - damit spaeter der Sohn und seine
Nachkommen wuerden die Wahrheit verkuenden und sich mit dem Guten
wieder in Jesus Christus und Yahwehs Namen verbuenden.
So stand Harrys Kindheit erst einmal unter einem Stern, der erst viel
spaeter sich wendete zum Guten.
Seine eigene Mutter schickte ihn in die Ferne, sobald er ohne ihre
Liebe und trotz ihrer Hexenkueche fuenf Jahre erreicht hatte, und als
er im Alter von zehn aus der katholischen Nazihoelle aus Poettmes
zurueckkam, war er fuer sie die staendige Erinnerung an ihre Suenden
und ihre Niederlage und sie hasste ihn dafuer, dass er immer wieder
oeffnete zu ihren dunkelsten Geheimnissen mit seines heimlichen Vaters
Wahrheit und Unbeugsamkeit die Tuer, der nun zwar tot war, aber als
Held von den Tieslers und Ruckdeschels vergiftet, starb. Und Harrys
Vater ihr noch posthum ihr jedes Weihnachten verdarb, denn er sich
ueber den Tod hinaus auch in ihrem heimlich gezeugten ausserehelichen
Sohn nicht ihrer heimlichen Nazigesinnung beugte. Und dann verweigerte
der Sohn auch noch, zum Todesmeister aufzusteigen in seines
vermeintlichen Vaters, der ihn immer nur hasste und schon bei seinem
Anblick vor Wut erblasste, Freimaurerinnung.
Keine Schuerze fuer Harry! Dafuer hatte er zuviel Zeit gehabt in
seiner unfreiwilligen Nazigefangenschaft, seinem wahren und
gestrengen, aber liebendem Vater vom Himmel aus zu folgen und ihm zu
gehorchen, denn dessen Stimme fuehrte ihn immer wieder an die richtige
Stelle, um zu entkommen der naechsten Missbrauchswelle, und immer
wieder fand er die richtige Antwort und die fehlenden Teile vom Puzzle
auch in groesster verzweifelter Eile am richtigen Ort, und von der
Wahrheit die einzige zuverlaessige Quelle!
'Ja, man hat es nicht immer leicht im Leben, schon gar nicht, wenn man
mit seinem Gesicht schon in seinen Eltern ein Feuer zwischen Himmel
und Hoelle entfacht', denkt sich Harry, wieder im Schlaf, 'aber dafuer
hat es einen leicht am Wickel', und er lacht, wenn er dabei ploetzlich
seinen Schutzengel sieht, der ein Schaf spielend in die Sicherheit
lenkt und das wundersame Licht in der Sonne immer zur richtigen Stelle
und zum richtigen Gedanken schwenkt.
4
"Fukushima was not exactly 'prima'," Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen hoert
ploetzlich im Traum Worte, die sich ueberschlagen, aber auch ein
ganz warmes Gefuehl der Gerechtigkeit und Ende seiner tiefsten Qualen
in einem Gedicht malen, waehrend Gott wird gegenueber den Verbrechern
und Falschversprechern eisig und nicht nur kuehl
in einer Sprache, die er gar nicht gelernt hat, aber er hoert es einfach
fliessen, und immer weiter ganze Verse einfach wie von selbst
aus dem Nichts spriessen:
'and suddenly a whole seven headed sulphur beast farts',
and not just Fukushima was not exactly 'prima', was it now, ye self-declared
'grand masters', as it still does spill to kill and no end to the
disaster zone show,
and that is just one example on how you greedy few on the rest
of the world trample - but, it seems, you are no longer in control
of your own blasters.
And then, there is the lot, who think they are ever so clever
to spot even a knot, where there should be a dot, and wish
on others remotely a heart attack and do sleepers as killers
attune but with the assistance of a secret society doctor and
satanist nurse they actually cause to a holy soul sudden death
only through an air bubble with a remotely directed nano-hubble,
and make it look like they could perform with black magic a
blood clot to rid themselves of an uncompromising enemy,
who only speaks the truth and stands up for the poor, and
refuses to become through their bribery a crook, or an agent,
who rejects to become of evil a spook, as he knows the rules
and respects the law of God and saw in heaven the true
book of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala -
and suddenly the secret top of four of fascist and big empire hammers
or even more in one or more shore can no longer pretend a man or woman
for that matter became a victim of a fatal condition, so very tragic,
as they did
visibly and repeatedly and increasingly hurriedly and spontaneously
and uncautiously unite in their effort to replace every anvil's face through
their murderous plot of slammers, with one of their choice, of course, under
a secret society cone and under diplomatic immunity and impunity,
as they want their slaves to obey and let get the unscrupulous and greedy
away with their lame game in every space, as in their world slaves
are not allowed to use for justice and truth and peace their voice.
But Jesus Christ has the crime scene and 'after show' cleaners on His
side and they do their contempt and disgust with Mary Magdala and Him
share about
the lust of the devilish top hierarchies and no longer hide,
and do about the holy souls and their truth and about the sweet peace through
justice deeply care! And so, they return now bravely one by one every single
secret society stone, and can confirm, who was set up by a clone
and by whom for whom with whom and when by which devil's den,
as they are professionals and know, how to do their job for justice
and law to keep at peace their border -
and even Her Majesty, as know all real colleagues of the real James Bonds,
has once upon a time given a vow to serve God before her nation,
and so they simply call upon her to honour her oath, and to help them
bring to justice numerous a crime,
and to stand up for the truth in the Pall Malls and to tear down all
artificially silent walls, and to demand that returned to Jesus Christ
are all her authorities' calls; as especially royalty and aristocracy
have to ultimately surrender to God's one and only authority -
be it voluntarily or involuntarily."
Harry Galen wacht wieder auf - ganz schweissgebadet:
Du liebe Guete, das waren ja nicht einmal seine eigenen Worte - wo kamen
die nur her?! Aber er hoerte sie einfach von der Stimme, die er schon
immer kannte, und wo immer er auch war, an welchem Orte, er sie sein
Gewissen und die Stimme seines himmlischen Vaters nannte! Er konnte
nicht fassen, dass es ueberhaupt nicht schwer war,
diese Worte in seiner Vision an die Empfaenger weiterzugeben,
denn eigentlich war das eine Nachricht, hatte er das Gefuehl, die wuerden einige
Boesewichter ganz schoen hassen, und manche auch beim Empfangen vor
Schreck erblassen, aber der heilige Geist wuerde schon wissen, und den
Weg bahnen
durch das Gewuehl der ungesehenen Welt, damit die heiligen Seelen kompromisslos
leben koennen und gerettet werden koennen unterm Himmelszelt.
Harry konnte es nicht ausstehen, als er noch General beim
Militaerischen Abschirmdienst war, wenn die heimlichen Neonazis oder
die der ersten, zweiten und zum Schluss auch noch der dritten
Generation taten schweigend am liebsten auch noch bei so manchen
Abschlachtungen zuzusehen, die begangen und vertuscht wurden unter
diplomatischer Immunitaet und er hasste die Straffreiheit fuer den
exklusiven Club der schamlosen Luegner und Betrueger auch der
Geheimgesellschaftshierarchien, die letztendlich ueberall in der Welt
miteinander und gegeneinander schon immer hatten mit den Leben
heiliger Seelen herumgepfuscht und vor allem mit dem Vatikan als
heimlichen Hebeldruecker der Geldtoepfe fuer internationale Infernos,
denn als eines der aeltesten Machtzentren hatten die natuerlich ganze
Archive voll, mit denen sie
ganze Laender auch noch historisch und nachtraeglich erpressten, und ihre Opfer
zur Abschreckung im Albtraum bedrohten durch ihre Kroetenkroepfe, und schon mal
durch Bilder und Illusionen verrohten -
seitdem er wusste, dass auch sein Vater sein Leben fuer die Wahrheit
und Gerechtigkeit und vor allem fuer die Wuerde des Menschen und den
Frieden in der Welt gegeben, und erst einmal verloren hatte im Kampf
gegen das Boese, war es fuer ihn klar, dass auch er seinem Vater
nachfolgen musste, und fuer ihn weiter zu Gottes Ehre die heiligen
Seelen von der Sklaverei und Massenvernichtung und Manipulation zum
Hassen zu befreien!
Und so war es fuer ihn ganz natuerlich, nach seiner Pensionierung
weiter als freiwilliger Agent ohne Entgelt mit allen seinen
friedliebenden und wahrheitsfreudigen Kollegen und mit unantastbarer
Integritaet auch vom MI5 und MI6, Mossad, CIA und BND und natuerlich
Interpol und anderen aehnlichen Partnern, unter Gottes freiem
Himmelszelt und unter Jesus Christus Leitung zusammenzuarbeiten gegen
das organisierte Verbrechen und die Korruption, denn einmal zu oft war
auch ein juengerer kompromissloser Kollege von ihm von diesen Banden
angegriffen worden, und nachdem die ihn erst verleumdeten, und dann
auch vergeblich versuchten, ihn mit falschen Beweisen auf Reisen als
sein Klon ins falsche Licht zu ruecken, und auch scheiterten, als sie ihn
verfluchten, aber sie ihn dann liessen 'erfolgreich' ermorden mit einer
Luftblase in einer Injektion, und eine andere Kollegin sterben liessen
an einer vergifteten Transfusion; und andere wurden 'geopfert' von
ihren eigenen Reihen in Geheimgesellschaften mit Angriffen auf ihr
Herz auf scheinbar unsichtbare Art der speziellen mentalen
Kriegskuenste -
fuer Harry Maximilian Clemens Galen und seine Kollegen war das Mass
endgueltig uebervoll und sie fingen an, anstatt die Beweise zu
vernichten, die obersten Spitzen der boesen Hierarchien vor Gottes
Thron im Himmel einfach durch die Fakten in den Akten lassen vor allen
heiligen Seelen durch Jesus Christus zu richten, und dazu gehoerte
auch so manches konfiszierte vergiftete Messweinfass; und so taten sie alles
austauschen fuer den Fall eines Falles und hatten greifbar von den
gewieften Verbrechern selbst deren eigenen elektronischen
Kuechenschaben, und so taten sich sozusagen die Diplomaten und faulen
Unterwelttomaten selber belauschen und merkten nicht einmal, dass von
ihren eigenen belaemmerten Verstaerkern kam das stoerende Rauschen!
Tja, und da dieses ja eh alles war telepathisch kommuniziert, und die
Fakten auch keine Dienstgeheimnisse waren, sondern handfeste
kriminelle Aktivitaeten von Unmenschen, die ihre Authoritaet und
Position oder Berue
--
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