Saint Merlin and Saint Robert Tweets

Jesus Christ asks from Elizabeth I., what she was thinking, when she was in Walsingham and elsewhere, like in Anne Donne's childhood house in Loseley Park was all the enemies of God and His Catholic church linking but at the same time was also with secret societies all sorts of blood drinking from a cup that is to this very day not shining despite all piratery gems and stolen church treasures and only in rather subdued light with a touch of her ice cold frost towards Robert Devereux blinking.

Saint Merlin and Saint Robert wonder, especially as the latter thought only upon his execution that he did not really ponder once earlier yonder the mention of her name, how Elizabeth I. could live with herself knowing that she picked and mixed all heresy and sold it as church history in her bookshelf, and even to this very day her snakes on the dress are still rather a murderous attitude towards every Anglo-Catholic Father showing, and the number of suspicious deaths and corpses and burglaries inspired by her piratery greed in order to establish her very own version of her theatrical perversion of a rather accumulated Shakesperean creed are even now steadily growing, as she was never Jesus Christ's mustard seed but some airy-fairy spy machinery weed sowing, and evensong was an affair of screeching mandrakes, of which even the most patient of all, Jesus Christ, no longer partakes.

Saint Merlin and Saint Robert find it really strange, how history repeats itself, at least in some instances of events and positions and constellations, when they heard that the present Elizabeth was also surprised in her bedroom not with her groom but by a mad stranger, who thought in his youth he could fill with her once upon a time even a manger. And they do not take it likely that Saint Merlin as a Catholic convert is being misrepresented by some Deranger as a wizard - what can one expect from a bookshelf that is full of a lizard and an elf caught up in a blizzard nightmare of a girl that wanted to be a witch and to win herself the golden magic snitch but then got to know that her own family was involved in a secret society at a shrine that even buried anonymously holy souls in an unmarked  ditch. And the mandrake still does screech out of pitch and the girl does now as a grown up woman her voodoo doll after every knife attack anew for her grade work stitch and uses it even to manipulate her opinion poll.

Saint Merlin and Saint Robert are watching especially over Walsingham and Essex and Ireland and are weary of too many offers of a cup of false kindness lately even from the invented monster of Loch Ness, and they wonder, when finally any sinner, who is hiding from public view and thinks his secret treasure possessions of stolen church treasures are a winner, will his and her mess confess, as the Saints, when they came marching in, saw even from auld lang syne many a well-known coat and dress invaluable even in worldly measures and withheld from the poor and needy by the greedy and the seedy, who want to play god and devil all at the same time on the mountain of the witches or on a hill not so far away by going from Lent and especially from the eternal holy truth of God astray. This time, Jesus Christ said, those unrepentant souls have once too often taken us for a ride and tried to let go under my ship - I now their false confession in the box skip and send them back instantly upon their arrival into the clay and I have already released that into my flock's subconsciousness stream, so that all my sheep know, who does and who does not in holiness glow, as now I turn the table and put on those, who about my truth lied and tried to turn me into a fable and to copy even my nickname by God that He did on me alone bestow as the Holy Rose, and on me and my family of friends spied, all their due blame and shame and then they will have to hide even from the sad and justice demanding eyes of Mary Magdala, whose soul was also upon Eve, from the beginning of time, and my eternal one and only bride and wife. And that is the simple reason for all this ongoing high treason in any given season and for any kind of filth, grime and crime. And I no longer a desecrated building's bell chime but report to the authorities that are not corrupt all that I have seen with my little eye that did also on all traitors and evildoers rightfully spy. And I do not lie!!!

God bless you!

 Mother Sigrid Eliora
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 22nd February MMXII
Remember: It is your choice alone, whether you wear a secret society coat and cone or whether you serve God alone and surrender your weapons and repent. You know, what you are doing, if you lie and spie and murder and steal and betray not only in Lent, so your sins are retained, if you have from repentance with a true heart refrained with your voice.