Father Jesus Christ and Mother Mary Magdala, poetry by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Father Jesus Christ and Mother Mary Magdalene/Athair Iosa Criost and Mathair Mairi Madailein's Poetry by Mother Sigrid Eliora

 ATHAIR IOSA CRIOST AND MATHAIR MAIRI MADAILEIN 

Poetry

by Mother Sigrid Eliora

 

 

 

Beim Abendbrot im Abendrot, Iosa Criost zu Mairi Madailein

Die heiligen Toten, mein Liebes, muessen sich erst einmal gehoerig ausruehen duerfen,

nach einem Leben voller harter Arbeit in Selbstlosigkeit, sagt Jesus Christus zu seiner Frau

Maria Magdalena, beim Abendbrot, denn die haben von morgens bis abends ohne zu klagen

und ohne an ihrer Armut zu verzagen, geteilt mit all meinen Schafen noch umsonst mein Brot,

und selbst noch mit ihrem letzten Pfennig gestillt eines anderen Not.

Und die haben nie eine Flinte geladen gegen Menschen mit einer Kugel oder mit Schrot, sondern haben noch geheizt fuer andere mit auf meinem Wege aufgesammelten getrockneten Kuhfladen, und die haben nie gespottet ueber eines anderen Schaden oder wenn einer aus Gutherzigkeit noch bankrottet einen Kaufladen, denn die haben nie gelebt wie im Speck die Maden.

Ja, es ist nicht leicht, das Herz zu haben von heiligen Nomaden und an einem Ort leben zu muessen, wo andere sich gegenseitig das Leben schwer machen mit unmenschlichen Kopfnuessen und moerderischen Messerstichen oder Gewehrschuessen und Judaskuessen, und darum gebe ich allen heiligen Toten erst einmal einen langen Schlaf bis sie dann soweit sind, und persoenlich uebernehmen koennen die Wache auch ueber eins, zwei, drei oder mehr meiner Schaf, damit ich mich auch um den Rest der Welt mit Dir kuemmern kann, und damit das klar ist, in meines Vaters Haus bin ich der Mann und hab die Hosen an, und Dich bete ich an mit Gottes Macht meiner Liebe als Dein Dich ewig liebender Ehemann und Du bist die Frau und Mutter, die uns schoene Pumpernickel Schnittchen macht mit unserer eigenen von Gott gegebenen Butter, und wir nehmen auch alle heiligen Seelen mit auf unserem Marke Eigenbau von meiner Seelenerinnerung in Nazareth gemachten Skizzen hoechsteigenen Kutter, mit dem wir jetzt fahren ueber jeden noch so unheiligen See, und wenn die eisig und frostig ist, dann lasse ich einfach schmelzen selbst den Schnee. Und zuhause haette ich dann immer gerne zwei Loeffel Zucker, aber nur von Deiner Hand,  im Tee und keine Abhoer-Wanzen mehr an irgendeiner Wand.

Athair Iosa Criost & Mathair Mairi Madailein

I am your brighest star, says Iosa Criost

I am your brightest star

and heal your every scar,

says Iosa Criost to a little

boy after an accident with

a car.

What's your name? asks

the little boy. Iosa Criost,

answers the Lord back, but,

you  know, we will keep it

our secret, as too many people

dress up as sheep and want me

as your heavenly roy from their

own worldly court bar and even

into my e-mail account as me hack.

But whenever you need me

just call me in a silent prayer and I will come 

in an instant from heaven, or,

if you prefer your heavenly mother, 

Mathair Mairi Madailein, my wife, 

to dry your tears, whilst I sort out

the root of your fears most likely

by some from God strayer, then simply

make us in your heart your imaginary family,

and we stay with you for your whole

earthly and even your eternal

life in the stars - and, worry not,

you won't have left from any accident

any longlasting scars.

And I also love to drive like you 

imaginary cars and have reached out

at night for my future wife in the stars

and that is our balm for the soul that God

gives us even before birth, when He gently

moves our tiny baby palm already in heaven

for our mothers to feel in her dream, and 

when I even think of it, my tears start in

all my love to stream.

And when I was little I also dreamt

that with Mary Magdala I would feed to

our children every day the sweetest 

mummy milk cream and would even

let honey for free in a holy see for all holy

souls stream.

Hold on to your dreams, my little one,

and just stick with us, then you will be

always at home, even as a stranger and

foreigner as Athair Iosa Criost and
Mathair Mairi Madailein are everywhere 

with you under God's heavenly dome.

Nighty-night, my litte one, don't be 

afraid, and enjoy your every dream as
I did from your own future wife, who is

also one day God's handmaid, and then

you know that all is true, what your

heavenly father once to you already

before you entered your mother's womb

said.

Athair Isoa Criost & Mathair Mairi Madailein

Blessings from the Stars of Jesus Christ

Blessed is the holy truth and indestructible and indisputable and indisposable and indispensable,

says Jesus Christ, as it is alive in all holy souls and cannot be killed but only evermore with

God's Infinite light to the highest frequencies in the brightest stars filled. 

And we look to the stars because they are our own, our family of God, and they dress us from their place in heaven with their most beautiful shine in the most holy gown and give us their grace

that from a human face makes one of an angel through God's mercy that He has shown after repenting their every sin against Jesus Christ's true friends and kin.

 And that mystery has been encoded in Adam/Jesus Christ/Iosa Criost/Iesous Christos for eternity and is complete only with Eve/Mary Magdala/Mairi Madailin, his one and only wife, with whom he shares his eternal life in holy matrimony and shares their family of true friends as their holy family.

So easy and simple is the truth, say also Sarah, Yocheved and Ruth, as they are also Eve's incarnations and now that the Messiah has finally returned once again and this time for good,

we know that she can rest in peace and help weave all over the earth from her every kitchen hearth even posthumously with their whole holy family.

And so we sing to and from the stars to the glory of God alone and build His house under the stars with our love in His holy living temple with Jesus Christ's way of truth and law and order as the only everlasting foundation stone either in holy celibacy or in holy matrimony, and we feed for free each other, even though we are poor as a field mouse.

The stars on earth are God's living church in us, as His light shines in the truth and puts even wrong right to every book's story omnibus before, of and after Ruth that has been, shall we say, presented in a quite artificially constructed and the reality obstructed ray, as Jesus Christ has landed his ship now  safely in his God-given shore.

We live in the peace that Jesus Christ does to us give and that is as sweet as the honey in a holy beehive.

May the Infinite Light of Our Lord and God and King of Kings and High Priest Jesus Christ/Iosa Criost shine brightly upon us all, and prevent every soul from its own man-made fall, as the heavenly ladder is not really that tall, when one simply starts to see the beauty of the true one and only mustard seed and can become after all become a member also of Jesus Christ's true apostles' creed and His flock for free in a purified and holy see with his living truth joyfully feed.

God bless you!

Mathair Mairi Madailein

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