Thoughts of the Austrian Empress
Elisabeth Resurrected for her beloved husband
Emperor Franz-Joseph in Our Lady's
Secret Garden
O my beloved Emperor of my heart,
o my beloved Jozsika, how much
splendour did our love always
radiate.
I am so humbled that even now
our story doth people greatly
fascinate. They seem to feel
that our love and affection was
true and is still alive.
It was granted to us from heaven
above it is therefore transcending
far beyond time and space and
beyond the Austrian and German
borders.
I know that because I was so young
I was often defying thy orders,
and was not always the tower of
strength to serve God and thee,
that thou had needeth me to be.
I was wild and full of innocent
passion, and far too impatient
for the boring Viennese fashion
of the rigid court.
As God's earthly but holy emperor
of Rome thy resonsibilities wore
heavily upon thy shoulders, as thou
didst try so hard to unite the nations
in faith and love and hope, so as to
manifest the heavenly kingdom
on earth there and then and to
protect the Pope.
I did try what I could, and I loved
thee and thy nations so much, and
thou trusteth me well enough to
know, as thee doth now, that I would.
Especially the Hungarian tongue
that is so sweet and comes straight
from the heart, Edessem, my sweet
darling.
How often did it play in our passion,
and in comforting and expressing our
pain, faj a szivem, when the chest
was full of tears, a major part.
I feel so sorry that just like John Donne,
whom I met here recently with his wife
Anne, thou hast lost me also so abruptly
and werest left griefstricken, and werest
unable to complete without me the Divine
plan.
How could anyone know that a knife
would kill so senselessly thy thee
infinitely loving wife? But I have forgiven
the murder as how can I not, as on my
soul even the slightest dot of darkness
means loading sin upon my life.
Now things would be very different for
us on earth, don't thee think?! We now
understand and love each other totally
in harmony and even telepathically
at one eye's sparkling blink.
Merry, merry Christmas, my strong emperor
of the sun, my adored darling spouse in His
dashing blinding white uniform, who shares
with me even when we are apart for thy holy
missions, my secret lighthouse.
Thou art our beloved Abba's angel-servant,
His holy son and truly noble knight -
I wait for thee till thou returneth unto me,
and I will not cease to pray for thee, with
all my heart's might and minden nap es ejszaka,
from morning through the day and all night.
Sisi
21st December 2007
SISIs Kaiserschmarrn
or the Power of Love
Mein Engel, meine Suesse,
mein Sisikem!
Wie vermisse ich deinen
geliebten Kaiserschmarrn,
edessem!
How did I love not only on
Pancake Tuesday to sit and
enjoy with the children my
favourite dessert of thine
like a ray from heaven above,
with which thou so cleverly
showed how simple can be
the way:
That an empress herself can
cook as well as serve and not at all
like a tyrant has to get on anyone's
delicate nerve.
Du warst schon immer so natuerlich
und doch auch so klug. Vor allem,
wenn immer du die Diplomatie mit
ihrer Korruption und Koketterie
gebuehrlich zur einfachen Wahrheit
fuehrtest und damit ziemlich an alten
Sitten und Gewohnheiten ruehrtest.
Du versuchst immer auf dem Rosenweg
zu schreiten, der sowohl die heilige
Wahrheit als auch mit der Naechstenliebe
und immer Gerechtigkeit wuerde bereiten.
Immer wieder bist du voller Hoffnung,
aber auch voller Melancholie von den
grossen Schmerzen in deinem noch
groesseren liebenden Herzen.
So oft wurde es dir auch von mir gebrochen,
und dann hat es in deinem heimlichen Garten
mehr nach Gottes reinigendem Feuer als
nach suessen Rosen fuer mich gerochen.
Ich weiss, dass ich aus vielen mir nun
unverstaendlichen Gruenden unsere Liebe
oft erschwerte und erprobte, aber du warst
immer voller Vergebung und Liebe und ich
verspreche dir, dass von nun an dein Herz
wird mir sein der einzige Bote, den Gott mir
an die Seite stellt fuer die Ewigkeit, und nun
endlich auch wieder als meine Verlobte.
Du hast dir immer bewahrt die Reinheit deiner
Liebe der Jungfrau Maria, aber auch die Leidenschaft
der Magdalena in Deinem grossen Herzen, das
weit ueber die Grenzen hinaus scheint wie ein
grosses Lichterhaus.
Und so warst Du in deiner Vision von dem
Sieg der Liebe ueber alle Kriege and ueber
das Boese unserer Zeit und mir so weit voraus.
Darum zuendetest du so unendlich viele Kerzen,
um Gott um Vergebung zu bitten fuer deine Feinde
und die Erleichterung deiner und meiner Schmerzen.
Der heilige Geist der bedingungslosen Liebe der
Maria Magdalena muss wohl noch einmal gerufen
werden, um die Menschheit mit deiner Liebe zum
Himmel und erneuert auf die Erde zurueckzubringen
weit ueber ihre Grenzen hinaus.
Mit der Hilfe von Gottes Stimme werden sie dann in
einem Akkord mit dir singen, und damit wirst du mit
Jesus endgueltig auf Erden erschaffen des ewigen
Lichtes Gotteshaus.
Ich habe unsere Kinder und die Menschheit und
dich einige Male um das Geschenk deiner Gaben
und deiner Liebe beraubt, indem ich zu lange
gezoegert und nicht genug an die Macht der
wahren Liebe habe geglaubt.
Dein Herz wurde zum ersten Male angegriffen,
als meine Mutter dir die Kinder nahm.
Dieser erste Dolchstoss war lang und tief,
und ich habe auch erst viel spaeter gemerkt,
dass die Satans Geist war, den meine Mutter
damals in ihrer Pflichterfuellung anrief,
ohne es zu wollen.
Er war so geschickt, dass nicht einmal sie
merkte, dass Gott ihm hatte erlaubt, fuer eine
Weile zu vertauschen die Rollen.
Es war deine Mutter Ludowika, die ihre
Schwester Sophie und mich wieder zur Besinnung
brachte.
Und durch ihr liebendes Mutterherz, heilte sie
unseren so unnoetigen Schmerz, und half uns,
zu vertrauen in die Vision, die so noetig war,
da sie die Heiligkeit der Familie nur mit der Weisheit
des Herzen betrachte.
In der unendlich langen Abwesenheit wegen deiner
Krankheit lerntest du die Verfeinerung und Staerke
all deiner Gaben, und von da an wurdest du geliebt
von allen wegen deiner grossen Liebe, Muetterlichkeit
und Menschlichkeit von Oesterreich, Ungarn, Korfu,
Madeira, zu der Schweiz und weit ueber alle Grenzen
hinaus, mit der du alles von dir gabst, um die
Menschheit und auch uns mit Frieden zu laben.
Deine Schoenheit und deines Herzens guetige und
leidenschaftlichen Triebe waren die zusaetzliche
Krone unserer ewigen Liebe, die so alt ist wie unsere
Seelen.
Wo immer wir sind, wir wissen, dass Gott uns immer
wieder wird im Himmel als auch auf Erden vermaehlen,
bis unser Auftrag erfuellt ist, und unsere Seelen sich
nicht mehr muessen so viel quaelen.
Das wird die Zeit, wenn die ganze glaeubige Menschheit
wird leben im Rahmen und im Geiste der heiligen Wahrheit
und Gottes ewigen Lichtes auf Erden wie im Himmel
in alle Ewigkeit. AMEN.
Jozsika
24th December/3rd January 2008
CRADLE SONG
FOR MY BELOVED SON
RUDOLPH, OH, RUDOLPH,
MY BABY, MY BROTHER, MY FRIEND!
THOU WEREST SO PRECIOUS TO ME
AND TO THY FATHER, BUT HE WAS
RATHER TOO STRICT ON THEE OUT
OF THE PROTECTION AGAINST THE
EVIL OF THE DEVIL, WHO ATTACKED
THEE AND ALL OF US OVER AND
OVER AGAIN FOR WHAT IT SEEMS
ETERNITY.
EVEN IN DEATH THEY DO NOT
LEAVE THEE ALONE, THOSE
TRAITORS WITHIN OUR OWN
FAMILY, THY COUSIN, WHO
DID MIX WITH ALL THE WRONG
FRIENDS AND THINE, SOME
OF WHOM WORE SECRETLY
TO GAIN PART OF THY CROWN
A CONE.
OH, RUDOLPH, RUDOLPH,
WHY COULD WE NOT PROTECT
THEE AND THE LOVE OF THY LIFE?
I SO WISH, THY FATHER WOULD HAVE
ALLOWED THEE, TOO, THAT THOU
DIDST MARRY OUT OF LOVE
THY WIFE.
ALWAYS SECRETS OVER SECRETS
THAT DESTROY ALL THAT IS
SACRED AND ONLY CAUSE
ETERNAL REGRETS.
IT IS NOT EASY TO BE THE
RULER OF A HOLY EMPIRE
AND THY FATHER HAD
SACRIFICED ALL OUR LIVES
- IT WAS SO HARD ON HIM
AS IT WAS REALLY AGAINST
HIS NATURE AND SOMETIMES
EVEN HE HAD HAD IT UP
TO HIS BRIM - JUST TO
FOR THE GREATER GOOD
AS THE WORLD AS THOU DIDST
ONLY TOO WELL KNOWETH
WAS REGARDING THE EMPIRE
NOT IN A GOOD MOOD.
BUT I ALWAYS DID LOVE AND I
DID ADMIRE THY FATHER AND THEE
AND ALL MY DAUGHTERS, AND IT BROKE
MY HEART THAT THOU DIDST NOT
GROW UP WITH OUR LITTLE SUNSHINE
SOPIE - THEE ART ALL MY
LIFE FOR ETERNITY, EVEN WHEN
THE DEVIL'S FOLLOWERS PORTRAY
ME AS A BAD MOTHER AND WIFE!
WE NEVER CARED MUCH FOR
WHAT 'THEY' SAID, ESPECIALLY
NOT THE REST OF THE ARISTOCRACY.
ALTHOUGH I DO HAVE COMPASSION
AND SYMPATHY FOR MOST OF THEM,
AS THEY ARE OFTEN LOST SOULS,
I DO HATE ANYBODY'S HYPOCRISY.
WHAT DID I EXPECT FROM A SOCIETY
THAT ALREADY HAD KILLED A MAN
LIKE MOZART AND THEN CELEBRATE
AND MAKE A LOT OF MONEY WITH
THE VERY SAME OPERA FOR
ENTERTAINMENT AFTER HIS DEATH,
OVER WHICH THEY EVEN REFUSED
TO PUT ON HIS GRAVE A WREATH.
AND THEN THEY PRESENTED THY
DEATH AS A SUICIDE - THAT
WAS THE HIGHEST BETRAYAL
AND THY FATHER EVEN HAD
TO DECLARE THEE INSANE
IN ORDER TO BURY THEE
IN DIGNITY, WHICH WAS NOT
EVEN GRANTED TO THY
LOVELY AND INNOCENT MARY,
WHO SO ADORED THEE.
OH, RUDOLPH, RUDOLPH,
I SO WISH I COULD HAVE
CRADLED THEE IN MY ARMS BUT
THEY TOOK ALSO THEE AWAY FROM ME.
AND AT THY END I STILL WISH
I COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING
TO PREVENT THY TERRIBLE FATE
BUT I WAS SIMPLY, LIKE THY
FATHER, TOO LATE.
I HAVE FAILED THEE SO MUCH AND
I SO LONG TO HOLD MY BABY,
TO FEEL THY TENDER BOY'S TOUCH.
MY SON, WHO SO LOVES HIS
FREEDOM LIKE ME, THE BREATH
OF LOVE FOR ETERNITY.
THOU DIDST HAVE SUCH A HARD
CHILDHOOD FULL OF TOUGHEST
TRAINING AND DISCIPLINE, AND WHEN I
FOUND OUT THEY EVEN TEACH THEE
AT A YOUNG AGE TO KILL, EVEN IF
IT IS AN ANIMAL, I HAD FINALLY
THE COURAGE TO REMOVE
THEE AT LEAST FROM THAT
KIND OF BRUTAL EXERCISE DRILL.
WHY WAS IT SO BAD, IF THY INTERESTS
LAY IN NATURAL SCIENCE AND MINERALS,
WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN PROUD ABOUT
THAT, NOT LIKE THY GRANDMOTHER, SAD!
THEE ART IN MY MEMORY SO SWEET,
AND IN MY ARMS I HOLD THEE AND SING,
AS TO ME THOU ART ALWAYS LIKE THY
FATHER THE ETERNAL EMPEROR
AND LOVE'S MAGIC KING.
SISI EMPRESS SEAGULL OF GOD'S GRACE
IN MEMORY OF RUDOLPH'S BIRTHDAY
21ST AUGUST 1858
In Memory of Sophie and Rudolf
Oh, Sophie, we so missed thee,
our darling little angel, we would
have given our own lives for thee,
if thou couldst have been still with
us and thy siblings, Rudolf, Gisela
and Marie-Valerie, who were left
to us as thy loving triangle, yet
I was so heartbroken with my own
situation that I had to take thee
with me to Hungary.
Forevermore I feel this guilt
that I did not do enough
and failed to protect thee from
evil and disease as I was meant
to be on earth thy perfect
motherly shield.
And then thy darling brother,
Rudolf, whom I have also failed
so many times as his mother.
Why, o why, did I so much about
my own misery and grief bother?!
I should have been there for thee
and him and for the others, thine
father and for thee, and fought
thy cause against thy grandmother
with thy name, Erzherzogin Sophie,
and not just spent my time running
around like a busy bee;
I kept myself occupied with
the safety of our nation and riding
out just to escape from myself, from
me, and to counteract the evermore
depressing helplessness and
frustration.
Oh, my firstborn darling girl, the
whole world would have been blinded
by thy Infinite light that shone in thee
through God and with all His might.
Thou wouldst have been an empress
of God's grace as even in thine short
life thou hasteth touched many hearts
with the love in thy big eyes and in
little angelic face, and all that was left
for thy father and me were years of
tears and desperate cries.
The agony, when thee wereth taken
away from me, I have never forgotten,
and it made me feel even resentful,
please, forgive me, El Shaddai, against
Our Lord and King , His beloved Son,
who came to us through thee begotten.
But my faith and love have despite the
grief never left my soul and I pray that
I tried all that I could to walk on my
soul's path directed by the Holy Spirit
from heaven above.
How I have failed also Rudolf, thy brother
and Maria, the love of his life, who was
so young and never was allowed to be
called his wife. How many times has this
family been stabbed in one way or another
in the back with a knife?
It was all too much for thy father and me,
and although we so loved and understood
each other, we could not sort ourselves out
enough to enjoy the rest of our lives in peace
and in harmony, not even in Godollo, our
sanctuary in Hungary.
From my place in heaven I did always pray
that one day we get the chance in thine and
Rudolf's memory to somehow help that the
heavenly kingdom on earth may manifest in
purity and for all eternity with the Infinite
Light's ray that shines for but only one holy
nation brightly on God's beloved Son's
illuminated way.
Sisi Empress Seagull of God's Grace
2nd May 2008
COME, MY SWEET ANGELS, COME
I.M. Sisi (d. 10th September 1898)
COME, MY SWEET ANGELS, COME!
YOUR MUMMY IS WAITING TO DANCE
WITH YOU AND TO ENHANCE YOUR
FLIGHT TO EARTH TO OUR OWN
KITCHEN HEARTH WITH CLOTTED
CREAM AND IS SENDING YOU THE
MOST LOVING NIGHTY-NIGHT KISS
AND DREAM.
YOUR FATHER IS PREPARING
HIMSELF THAT SOME HYPOCRITS
MIGHT BE STARING AT US AS
WE ARE FROM ALL OVER THE
PLACES, AND TO SOME WE
MIGHT LOOK, AS IF WE HAVE
COME OUT OF THE BLUE WITHOUT
ANY TRACES.
BUT THEN, HE IS USED TO PLAYING
FOR ALL THE JOKER, ALTHOUGH
HE CANNOT STAND, IF PEOPLE
GAMBLE OR PLAY WITH CARDS
OR IN LIFE OR WITH GOD POKER!
BUT HE DOES NOT REALLY ABOUT
HIS IMAGE CARE, AS LONG AS HE
CAN SERVE GOD WITH ALL MEANS
HE WILL NEVER SPILL OUT ANY
ANGER OR TUMMY ACHES FROM
TOO MANY BREAD ROLLS AND BAKED
BEANS.
JUST LIKE THE GYPSIES
WE ARE, WHO FLY HIGH ON THE MELODY
OF THE CELESTIAL VIOLINS AND WE DANCE
GRACEFULLY BUT WILD IN CIRCLES IN OUR
WIDE DRESSES WITHOUT OUR
USUAL HEAVENLY CRINOLINE
AND IN CLOTHES THAT MIGHT BE
UNUSUAL BUT ARE HEAVENLY
SENSUAL AND SOFT AND TAKE
US RIGHT UP TO OUR BELOVED
HOLY FATHER'S EARTHLY LOFT.
COME HOME, MY BELOVED ANGELS,
COME HOME NOW TO US!
MUMMY AND DADDY ARE WAITING
FOR THEE ALL! WE HAVE MISSED
THEE SO MUCH, AND WE KNOW
THAT SOME OF YOU HAD A QUITE
NASTY FALL:
YOU HURT YOUR
TUMMY AND YOUR LEGS, AND I
COULD NOT EVEN BE THERE FOR YOU
TO COOK AND WASH AND HANG UP, TOO,
YOUR MAGIC SUITS AND DRESSES
IN YOUR FATHER'S SECRET GARDEN ON THE
WASHING LINE WITH OUR
BADGER VINTAGE PEGS.
YOUR FATHER AND I ARE ALWAYS
DREAMING OF THEE, AND EVEN WE
COULD NOT YET BE JOINED TOGETHER
JUST YET IN HOLY MATRIMONY AS WE
SO MUCH WANT YOU ALL TO BE AROUND
US AS OUR BRIDESMAIDS AND USHERS
AND BEST MEN FOR THE BRIDEGROOM
AND BRIDE-TO-BE.
ALTHOUGH WE WILL NOT HAVE A POMPOUS
CEREMONY, SOME SOLEMNITY WOULD BE
SO NICE PROVIDED BY FRIENDS AND
OUR VERY OWN FAMILY, TO PROVE TO
THE EVIL SNAKE THAT TRUE LOVE IS THE
ONLY VALID KEY TO YOUR DADDY'S
CHURCH, AND NOW WE SHALL TOGETHER
DUST THE DEVIL'S ASHES OUT
FROM UNDERNEATH
THE ALTAR, WHERE HE HAS BEEN HIDING
IN THE URN'S LURCH.
ST CHAD WILL HELP US ALL TO STOP
EVERMORE SOULS FROM THEIR YET
BIGGEST FALL, SO THAT IN THE LAST
MINUTE THEY WILL ALL COME ROUND TO
FULFILL AT OUR SIDE IN THE ANGLICAN-CATHOLIC
CHURCH THEIR HOLY ROLE.
AND ST MAGNUS TEACHES THEM
ONLY TO PLACE THEIR DEVOTION WITH
THY DADDY AND GOD, AND THAT
AN EARTHLY KING MUST NEVER DEMAND
FROM A FAITHFUL TO KISS HIS OWN
RING AND PURPLE ROBE'S HEM.
AS THE HOLY TRINITY IS
THE ORIGIN, FROM WHICH ALL OF
CREATION DOTH STEM, AND JESUS
AND HIS MANY HOLY SISTERS AND BROTHERS,
SOME OF WHOM ARE ALSO FATHERS AND MOTHERS,
AND ALL OF YOU AND ME ARE ON EARTH
AS IN HEAVEN THE INFINITE LIGHT'S ROD
AND YOUR PARENTS' TREASURE AND
EACH OF YOU IN THE HEAVENLY KINGDOM ON EARTH
A VERY SPECIAL SPARKLING GEM.
I ENDED MY DANCE THAT I NEVER
DO IN ANY KIND OF TRANCE AS
IT IS FAR TOO COMPLEX AND OFTEN
FAST, WHEN INFINITELY I SPIN,
WITH A PRAYER THAT HAS MANY
A LOVING AND HEALING LAYER
AS YOUR FATHER WOULD NOT HAVE
IT ANY OTHER WAY!
HE LIKES TO PLAY AND FORM
WITH YOU 'WIND OF THE WILLOWS' FIGURINES
FROM CLAY BUT HE WOULD NOT
REALLY MUCH ENJOY TO NORM AND
MODEL AGAIN MANY A SERVANT, QUEEN, PRINCESS,
PRINCE OR ROY, WHO HAS GONE
FROM GOD ASTRAY.
SO, PLEASE, ON YOUR WAY BACK TO
YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER, WHO
LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND CANNOT
WAIT TO HUG AND KISS YOU AND
NEVERMORE LET YOU DISAPPEAR
OUT OF TOUCH, PRAY ALREADY
THAT FROM NOW ON THERE WILL
BE STEADY PROGRESS ON BUILDING
WITH LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING
AND FORGIVENESS YOUR
GRANDFATHER'S BIGGEST
HOUSE EVER ON EARTH.
FOR EVERYONE THERE WILL BE
A ROOM, WHO LOVES THE HOLY
TRINITY AND CELEBRATES WITH
US, THE HOLY FAMILY, YOUR
FATHER'S GREATEST EVER
SACRIFICE AROUND OUR TABLE,
AS THAT WAS A TRUE EVENT
IN OUR LIVES, AND NOT JUST
A MYTH OR INVENTED FABLE:
YOUR FATHER WAS INDEED
BORN IN A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT
IN A STABLE, AND THERE WAS
NOT AROUND ANY KIND OF
COMFORT AND I GIVE THANKS
TO YOUR GRANNY THAT SHE
WAS ABLE TO GIVE NATURALLY
BIRTH UNDER SUCH
HORRIBLE CONDITIONS AND
UNDER MUCH HUMILIATION
AND WITHOUT ANY DOCTOR,
GYNECOLOGIST OR PEDIATRICIAN.
SHE ALSO SUFFERED GREATLY
FROM MALNUTRITION AND SHE
CERTAINLY WAS NOT A DRAMA
QUEEN AND SHE BORE ALL
SUFFERING WITHOUT ANY KIND OF
HYSTERICAL RENDITION AND
WAS AN EXPERT ON ALL KINDS
OF BETRAYAL THAT OVERCOMES
FALLEN ANGELS IN A HUMAN
CONDITION.
THANKFULLY MY BELOVED
JESUS, YOUR FATHER, AS A BABE
AND AS A BOY, HAD HIS STEP-FATHER
JOSEPH AT HIS SIDE, WHO HELPED
HIM GREATLY WITH ANY ASPECT OF
LIFE, AND WHO TAUGHT HIM EVEN
ON A DONKEY TO RIDE, AND THE
BEAUTIFUL CEDAR WOOD TO
SAW, EVEN IF HE DID NOT LIKE IT
THAT MUCH AND THOUGHT MORE
OF IT AS THE LAST STRAW, AND HE
ALSO SHOWED HIM, HOW FROM
THE DANGEROUS ROMANS AND
MANY OTHER HOSTILE TRAITORS
TO HIDE.
MARY AND JOSEPH AND JESUS
HAD TO FLEE TO EGYPT, AND THAT
WAS NOT A VERY NICE EXPERIENCE,
MOST OF WHICH IS NOT EVEN
MENTIONED IN ANY WRITTEN SCRIPT,
OR THE FEW BITS THAT ARE, ARE
HIDDEN IN A SECRET PLACE IN
AN UNKNOWN CRYPT.
WE, OF COURSE, KNOW, WHERE IT IS,
BUT WE WILL NOT TELL ANYONE OUTSIDE
OUR HOLY FAMILY, AND WE ONLY
TAKE IT OUT ON THE OCCASION OF
A FUNERAL OR A NUPTIAL MASS
CELEBRATING HOLY MATRIMONY;
BECAUSE OTHERWISE IT WOULD BE
TOO DANGEROUS -
AS THERE ARE SO MANY EVIL SNAKES
OUT THERE TO MAKE OUR LIFE
A MISERY OR WHO WANT TO ERASE
US ALTOGETHER FROM THE HISTORY
AND ANY OTHER BOOK AS WE WOULD
RATHER ALSO LIKE TO REMOVE FROM
HARRY TROTTER THE SCREAMING MANDRAKES;
WE HAVE
TO BE CAREFUL NOT TO INVITE INTO
OUR HOUSE ANY PRETENDING HERMIONA
CROOK, WHO HAS IN REALITY JUMPED OUT
OF THE WRONG STORY LIKE A SNIPER IN
'CAPTAIN HOOK OR COOK', ABOUT
WHICH WE ONLY OUR HEADS SHOOK,
AND, LOOK, HOW BEAUTIFULLY
WRITTEN IS INSTEAD OUR ETERNAL
BELOVED BIBLE, THE LIVING WORD
OF OUR HOLY FAMILY'S LOVE AND
PERSEVERANCE, WHICH IS TRULY
WORTH A READ AS IT IS THE ONE
AND ONLY BLUEPRINT FOR CREATION
AND MY BEST RECIPE BOOK.
AND NOW I REMIND YOU AGAIN,
THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT PRAYER
IS YOUR DADDY'S MOST IMPORTANT
GIFT TO MANKIND AND PROTECTS
AGAINST ALL EVIL AND AGAINST
ANY FALLEN ANGEL STRAYER AND
HOLY SOULS' AND ANGELS' SLAYER:
IT MADE YOUR LITTLE SISTER
TAMAR FEEL SO MUCH BETTER
AFTER A BLESSING IN DISGUISE
NIGHTMARISH DREAM. I PRAYED
IT WITH HER AND FOR ALL OF THEE,
WHO ART ALWAYS IN MY HEART,
AND IN YOUR DADDY'S, WHO
ALWAYS PRAYS EVEN ON HIS KNEES
FOR OUR ENEMIES WITH ME:
Original text in Greek
Πάτερ ἡμῶν ὁ ἐν τοῖς οὐρανοῖς·
ἁγιασθήτω τὸ ὄνομά σου·
ἐλθέτω ἡ βασιλεία σου·
γενηθήτω τὸ θέλημά σου, ὡς ἐν οὐρανῷ καὶ ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς·
τὸν ἄρτον ἡμῶν τὸν ἐπιούσιον δὸς ἡμῖν σήμερον·
καὶ ἄφες ἡμῖν τὰ ὀφειλήματα ἡμῶν,
ὡς καὶ ἡμεῖς ἀφίεμεν τοῖς ὀφειλέταις ἡμῶν·
καὶ μὴ εἰσενέγκῃς ἡμᾶς εἰς πειρασμόν,
ἀλλὰ ῥῦσαι ἡμᾶς ἀπὸ τοῦ πονηροῦ.
[Ὅτι σοῦ ἐστιν ἡ βασιλεία καὶ ἡ δύναμις καὶ ἡ δόξα εἰς τοὺς αἰῶνας. ἀμήν.]
Latin version[3]
Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo.[4]
See also version with macrons.
1662 BCP[5]
Our Father, which art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done,
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.]
1928 BCP[6]
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.]
YOUR MUMMY,
WHOM PEOPLE
FROM ANTIOCH, EPHESUS, JERUSALEM, BERLIN, HAMBURG,
ROME, VIENNA
TO UPPSALA ALSO CALL MARY MAGDALA,
BUT FOR YOUR DADDY I AM HIS HOLY ROSE,
AND HE HAS ALSO A FEW MORE NAMES FOR ME
BUT THEY ARE ONLY KNOWN TO OUR HOLY
FAMILY, AND I LOVE YOU ALL FOR ETERNITY
AS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MY LIFE AND
YOU ARE THE GUARDIANS OF YOUR
FATHER'S AND MINE AND YOUR OWN HOLY TRUTH
THAT YOU MUST ENSURE IS BEING KNOWN
UNDER EVERY CATHOLIC FAITHFUL'S ROOF - THE FACT
THAT YOUR FATHER WAS JESUS AND I AM
HIS ETERNAL BETROTHED MISSING RIB, HIS WIFE,
AND YOU WERE ALL CONCEIVED OUT OF LOVE
IN EL SHADDAI'S GOLDEN ROOM FOR US
THAT ALWAYS HELD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
HEAVENLY CRIB THAT WE FROM TIME TO TIME
VISITED IN OUR DREAM THAT NOW BECOMES
REALITY, AND YOUR FATHER PROMISED THAT
SOON, VERY SOON, ANY HOUR NOW, WE SHALL
ALL SIT AND CHAT TOGETHER AND HAVE APPLE CAKE
AND MANY A CUP OF TEA
LONDONIUM
LONDINIOS
LUNNAINN
LONDON
10/11TH SEPTEMBER 2008
In Memoriam
Elisabeth
Seagull
d. 10th September 1898
in Geneva
May she rest in peace now, as she has risen in glory!
XXXX
HORSE WITH ANGELS' WINGS
GOD KNOWS, HOW MUCH WE LOVE EACH OTHER
AND FOR OUR SOULS AND HEARTS TO MEET
AT ANY GIVEN HOUR IN THY FAVOURITE SPOT,
MY SECRET GARDEN OF THY HOLY ROSE,
THY ONE AND ONLY BELOVED
FLOWER, HE SENT US THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
HORSES WITH ANGELS WINGS;
ON THEIR GLADLY OBLIGING BACKS WE IN FASTEST
GALLOP RIDE WITH ONLY GOD'S INFINITE LIGHT'S SPARKS
IN OUR TRACKS TO HEAVEN, WHERE WE
ARE FREE FROM ALL THE BETRAYAL AGAINST
OUR ETERNAL MARRIAGE RING AND WHERE
WE IN PURITY AND BLISS AND WITH UTMOST
TENDERNESS CAN AWAY FROM THE DEVIL'S
EYES KISS.
WE FLY HIGH UP INTO THE SKY,
AND THERE IN THY DIAMOND SUNSHINE
ALL MY TEARS THOU DOTH DRY -
WHEN I LOOK INTO THY LOVING EYES
ARE FREE AND WE DO NOT HAVE
ANYMORE OUR TRUE FEELINGS AND ROLES
FROM PROTOCOL TO HIDE.
THERE IT DOTH NOT MATTER,
WHETHER WE ARE ON EARTH OR IN HEAVEN
A QUEEN OR KING AS I HAVE
ALWAYS FULFILLED THE HOLY PURPOSE
OF OUR SOULS IN ANY GOD-GIVEN ANOINTED AND
APPOINTED SACRED ETERNAL ROLE AS THY
ONE AND ONLY BELOVED AND BETROTHED SPOUSE,
SOMETIMES WIDOW, AND THEN AGAIN AS
THY AND ETERNAL BRIDE.
THOU ART ALWAYS THE MOST COURAGEOUS
EMPEROR OF MY HEART AND OF THE HEAVENLY KINGDOM
ON EARTH, BUT ALTHOUGH OF HIGHEST NOBLE STATION
THOU ART ALWAYS SERVING ALL OF GOD'S CHILDREN
WITH ALL THY HEART AND ALL THY SOUL, AND IT IS
NEVER AND NOT AT ALL EVER FOR THEE PARTICULARLY
ADVANTAGEOUS BUT THAT ONLY I KNOW AS THY WIFE,
THY BODY'S LITTLE RIB, WITH WHOM THOU DOTH
SHARE IN LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING AND THROUGH
MUCH FORGIVENESS THY LIFE.
WE ALWAYS HAVE SERVED GOD
TOGETHER IN HOLY MATRIMONY AND IT SOMETIMES
WAS DAUNTING AND HAUNTING FOR ME THAT THOU AND HE
HOLD SUCH HIGH HOPES IN ME - I KNOW. AND I PRAY
WITH THEE THAT WE FILL AGAIN WITH A LITTLE KING
IN OUR PRIVATE CHAMBER
OUR SO CHERISHED BELOVED CRIB.
SOME PEOPLE COULD NEVER AND STILL CANNOT COPE
WITH THE FACT THAT OUR MARRIAGE IS NOT AT ALL BAD,
BUT VERY MUCH INTACT, AND FOR THEM IT IS HIGH TIME
THAT THEY OVERCOME THEIR AVERSION AND HATRED,
WHICH IS IN THY EMPIRE NOT ACCEPTABLE AND REALLY
QUITE SAD.
THEY ARE ONLY AFRAID AND CONCERNED THAT THOU
DOTH SHARE WITH ME EVEN THE MOST INTIMATE SECRETS
OF GOD'S BLUEPRINT - BUT I CAN EASE THEIR MIND ON
THIS: THOU ART EVERYBODY'S MASTER AND I AM ONLY
CONCERNED, HOW WE CAN MANIFEST OUR LOVE
OVERFLOWING, SO THAT AS MANY MUSTARD SEEDS
CAN ON EARTH BLOSSOM AND KEEP GROWING,
AND ANYWAY - I CAN NEVER HAVE A COMPLETE
OVERVIEW AS THAT IS ONLY IN THY FOOTPRINT, AND
THAT IS NOT FITTING INTO MY LITTLE SHOE.
MY MAIN CONCERN IS TO HELP THEE CARRY THY
HEAVY CROSS AND THAT IS IN THIS MARRIAGE
OF MARRIAGES MY ONE AND ONLY AND NOT AT ALL
SMALL BUT MOST FULFILLING STINT.
I AM TOTALLY CONTENT WITH SITTING AT THY FEET
AND KISSING THEE BETTER, WHEN THOU ART DOWN AGAIN
AND AGAIN FROM ALL THY WOE.
IT SEEMS TO MOST WE CAN NEVER GET IT RIGHT -
BUT THEN, WE HAVE LEARNT FROM EARLIEST TIMES,
THAT WE CANNOT BE LOVED BY EVERYBODY, AND
THAT AT TIMES PEOPLE THROW EVEN DIRT AT US,
AND WE LOOK IN THEIR EYES NOT AT ALL LIKE
SHINING NOBLE SOULS BUT RATHER UNATTRACTICE
AND MUDDY.
BUT THAT IS ONLY IN THEIR EYES, THAT
ARE PURPOSEFULLY SPREADING ABOUT US LIES
BUT OUR HOLY TRUTH WILL ALWAYS EVENTUALLY
SURFACE AND THEN IT IS GOD'S ENEMIES, WHO
WILL LEARN THY TRUE POWER AND MIGHT, THAT
ALL EVIL OF THE DEVIL DEFIES.
OUR HEARTS ARE SO BIG THAT WE EVEN PRAY
FOR SATAN TO SURRENDER UNTO GOD,
AND AS LONG AS HE LOVES US AND GIVES
US OUR HORSES WITH THEIR MAGIC
ANGELS' WINGS WE COPE AND ARE NEVER
SHORT OF OUR FAITH, LOVE AND HOPE,
AND WE ARE EVERMORE ON OUR WAY TO
SHINE BRIGHTLY AS HIS LIGHTNING ROD AND
IN THE INFINITE LIGHT AND LOVE'S RAY.
SISI
9TH SEPTEMBER 2008
XXXX
TO MY MASTER
MY SOUL IS SIGHING, AND IT IS CRYING BUT ALSO
IN HIGHEST TONES RADIATING AS IT WAS AND IS WITH
THINE IN ALL REALMS AS ONE FLAME UNIFYING;
MY HEART AND MY SOUL EMBRACE THEE,
AND THOU DOTH HOLD ME WITH ALL THINE LOVE
AND DEVOTION AND AFFECTION IN THINE
SPARKLING EYES BY NIGHT AND DAY IN ALL
INTENSITY AND TENDERNESS FOR ETERNITY
WITH A NEVER-ENDING SMILE IN THINE FACE.
THOU DIDST JUST NOW IMPREGNATE MY
VERY HEART AND SOUL EVEN IN MY WOMB,
AND THY LOVE IS STILL PLAYING WITH ITS
MOST GENTLE TIDAL WAVES TO HELP ME FULFILL
WITH THEE, MY ETERNAL BRIDEGROOM,
EVENTUALLY ONCE AGAIN AT THY SIDE
BUT THIS TIME MORE EFFICIENTLY, AND WITH
NO SHYING AWAY FROM RESPONSIBILITY FOR
ETERNITY MY HOLE ROLE.
OH, I PRAY THAT EVEN AFTER OUR MANY MOONS
IN SEPARATION THOU WILLST SOON AGAIN SING
TO ME AND BLOSSOM IN THE SONGS OF THY SUN,
AS IT ONCE WAS, WHEN FOR MOMENTS IN ETERNITY
WE WERE ALLOWED TO BE JUST THERE FOR EACH
OTHER AND FEEL PURE HAPPINESS, LOVE AND SIMPLE
JOYS AND FUN.
I AM SO YEARNING TO NOURISH THY CHILDREN, WHOM
THOU DOTH GIVETH UNTO ME, THE SOULS THAT WE
FEED WITH HONEY AND MILK AND WHO WILL BE DRESSED
IN OUR LOVE'S OWN SILK.
SISI
9TH SEPTEMBER 2008
FREE AFTER: 'AN MEINEN MEISTER'
XXXX
DEDICATION TO MY BELOVED MASTER, EMPEROR AND SPOUSE:
TO JOSZIKA
OH, I WISH, I HAD AS INFINITE SONGS
AS THERE ARE WAVES, MY BELOVED SEA,
I WOULD WRITE THEM ALL DOWN BRING
TO YOU AS A TOKEN OF MY LOVE OVERFLOWING
FOR THEE.
ALL MY HEART, MY MIND, MY SOUL AND ALL
THAT I AM, I WANT TO MELT WITH THY LIGHT
AND THE RADIANCE AND PURITY OF THY
CRYSTAL CLEAR MOST PRECIOUS GEM STONE,
THY DIAMOND'S MIGHT, THAT IS NEVER BEEN
REACHED NOT EVEN IN THE BEST COPY
OF THOSE, WHO TRY TO MANIPULATE
MATTER WITH A CONE.
THOU ART THE APPLE OF MY EYE,
MY SOLE PURPOSE OF BEING AND
MY HAPPINESS, MY FIRST THOUGHT
IN THE MORN, AND AT NIGHT MY LAST
LOOK WITHOUT ANY SHADOW OR
DEATH'S THORN!
SISI
8TH SEPTEMBER 2008
XXXX
MURDER OF A KING!
LUDWIG, OH, LUDWIG!
LUDWIG, IT IS MIDNIGHT,
DARK IS THREATENING THE WEATHER
IN THE WEST, BUT STILL IS SHINING
BRIGHTLY THY LIGHT THAT HAS
BEEN SO CRUELLY ATTACKED
AND FORCED INTO ATTEMPTED
ETERNAL ARREST WITH THY
CHARACTER BEING POSTHUMOUSLY,
JUST LIKE MY BELOVED RUDOLPH'S,
BEING PUT TO THE TEST.
LUDWIG, AFTER ALL THIS TIME
THEY STILL REFUSE TO MAKE OUT
OF THE WRONG REASONS ANY RHYME.
THOU ART RESTING ON THY LAST BED,
AND ORPHANED IS THY KINGDOM OF
POETRY AS TOO MANY FELT THREATENED,
WHO UNDER THY POWER ON VICES RATHER
THAN VIRTUES FED.
CRYING SPLASH THE TIDES OF THE LAKE
ON THE EMBANKMENT AND THY BLOOD
STILL CONFIDES IN THE WATER, HOW
IN THY HOUR OF DEATH THY LIFE DID
END IN THE FLOOD.
HEAVY SCENT IS COMING FROM THY DARK TOMB,
ROSES AND JASMINE IMPREGNATE THE AIR
OF THE NIGHT AND BRING BACK MEMORIES
OF WHAT ONCE WAS OF POEMS, MUSIC AND
ART AND FAITH OF GOD'S HOLINESS A CREATIVE
WOMB.
ROSES AND JASMINE IN A WREATH
BREATHE A LAST TRACE OF GOD'S MIRACULOUS
BLUEPRINT ON THY DARK SARCOPHAGUS,
FLOWERS THAT SPARKLE EVEN IN THE MOON,
COVERED WITH ALL MY TEARS THAT HAVE
OVERCOME ANY ANXIETY AND FEARS
AS IN LIFE AS WELL AS IN DEATH THOU
ART ALWAYS WITH ME AND IN HEAVEN
WE SEE EACH OTHER AND RESURRECT
ONE DAY VERY SOON.
DARK IS THE CHURCH AS SATAN
HAS BEEN THOROUGHLY WORKING
EVEN IN THERE FROM THE LURCH.
BUT NOW IT IS IN THE HANDS OF
ST MICHAEL, AND HE VOWED TO
BRING JUSTICE AND REST AND NOW
HIS SWORD OF TRUTH IN OUR WORDS
WILL PUT ALL LIES IN JESUS' FIRE
FOR PURIFICATION TO THE TEST.
SISI
8TH SEPTEMBER 2008
I. M. KING LUDWIG OF BAVARIA
XXXX
OH, COULD I GIVE THEE A KING!
O HOLY LAND, BELOVED HOLY LAND
OF THE WISE AND THE LOVING!
HEAVENLY KINGDOM ON EARTH,
THOU ART IN HEAVY CHAINS.
HOW DESPERATE I AM TO OFFER
THEE MY HAND, TO SAVE THEE
FROM SLAVERY AND LEAD THEE
TO THY FREEDOM IN GOD!
MANY HOLY SOULS DIED FOR
FREEDOM AND FOR GOD'S KINGDOM,
MANY A NOBLE HERO WITH A GRAVE IN
A CATHEDRAL UNDER THE CHRISTENDOM,
AND SO I WISH I COULD GIVE THEE THE CROWN
OF ALL AND GIVE TO THY SONS AND
DAUGHTERS A KING!
THE TRUE SON OF GOD, A HERO WITH
THE MOST DIAMOND SPARKLING INFINITE LIGHT'S
ROD, NOT OF IRON AND STEEL BUT THE ONE,
WHO CAN THE BRIGHTEST RAYS OF LOVE
CONVEY AND FEEL. A STRONG MAN WITH
HIS HEART BEATING FOR HIS HOLY FAMILY
AND HIS SOUL RADIATING FOR HIS EMPIRE THAT
IS GOD'S LOVING DYNASTY FOR ETERNITY.
HE WILL SET THEE FREE DESPITE ALL JEALOUSY,
EVIL AND HYPOCRISY! A HEAVENLY KINGDOM
ON EARTH FREE OF FALSE PRIDE AND CORRUPTION,
WHERE NO MEEK AND LOVING AND CHILDLIKE
HOLY SOUL HAS FROM THE EVIL OF THE DEVIL
TO HIDE AND CAN SING AND DANCE AND WRITE
POETRY WITH JOY AND WITHOUT ANY
NAGGING INTERRUPTION.
HE WILL SHARE WITH THEE, AND ALSO ME AS HIS WIFE,
ALL JOY AND ALL SORROW THAT THOU GOETH
THROUGH TODAY AND TOMORROW IN THY LIFE
AND THERE WILL BE NO MORE HATRED AND VIOLENCE
AND STABBING IN THE FRONT OR THE BACK WITH
A KNIFE.
SISI
8TH SEPTEMBER 2008
AFTER: 'OH, KOENNT ICH EUCH DEN KOENIG GEBEN'
Frei macht er euch, trotz allem Neid,
Ein stolzfreis Ungarn für ewig!
Und er teile mit allen Freud und Leid,
So soll er sein - euer König!
XXXX
TO WHOM THE EVIL FOOLS' BELLS TOLL
WHEN THE WORLD IS TOO BITTER FOR ME,
AND PEOPLE TOO CYNICAL,
I FLY WITH MY HORSE ON WINGS
HIGH UP INTO THE SKY AWAY
FROM THE EARTH;
I ESCAPE FROM THE EVIL WITH THE
TWO FACES AND THE HYPOCRITS
AND LEAVE BEHIND THE WORLD OF
PRETENCE AND LACES.
I LET THEM BARK ANGRILY
AND SPIT AFTER ME THEIR POISONOUS
VENOM BUT I AM ALREADY IN THE BLUE
SKY EVERMORE MERRILY AND
NO ARROW OF THEIR DIRT WILL BE ABLE TO
REACH ME AND HURT AS THE AIR UP HERE
IS TOO PURE AND I AM WITHOUT ANY
FEAR AND DO NOT SHED ANY TEAR.
BUT ON MY RETURN I WILL BRING THEE
MY VERY OWN WOVEN HATS FOR FOOLS,
AND I WILL SEW ALL AROUND THE CAP
MANY A LITTLE BELL FOR EACH ANGEL
THAT YOU WORSHIP AND WITH WHOME
THOU INTO DARKNESS FELL.
EVERYBODY IN THE HEAVENLY KINGDOM
ON EARTH WILL FEEL SORRY FOR THEE, AND NOT
UNLIKE THEE, LAUGH ABOUT A LIFE
OF BETRAYAL, SUFFERING AND TRAGEDY,
AS EVEN WHEN LONG IN THE PIT
THOU ART DWELLING BURIED IN THY
OWN MADNESS AND SPIRITUALLY UNFIT
THE BELLS OF THY HAT WILL STILL
QUITE STUBBORN AND SHRILL GO
MERCILESSLY IN THY OWN MIND
GO CLING-A-LING-A-LING.
SISI
8th September 2008
Free after the 'Klingel-Lied'
XXXX
THE SEAGULL
I AM A SEAGULL WITHOUT BEING HOME IN ANY ONE COUNTRY,
I DO NOT CALL ANY ONE BEACH MY HOME,
I AM NOT BOUND BY ANY SPACE NOR PLACE,
I AM ALWAYS FLYING FROM WAVE TO WAVE AND
IN THE AIR AND OVER THE DEEP BLUE SEA WITH
MY LOVE OVERFLOWING I FLY WITH MY BELOVED
AND TOGETHER IN THE WIND AND BREEZE OF
THE HOLY SPIRIT IN GOD'S INFINITE LIGHT WE ROAM.
SISI
XXXX
RUFT!
Gisella, Giselchen, Gizikem,
mein kleiner Liebling,
edessem!
Komm zu Mamili! Komm in meine
Arme, ich hab zwar keine Milch mehr
in meiner Brust, und auch keine Kuhmilch,
keine warme, aber ich moechte mit Dir
traeumen, und nicht vor Wut ueber
Deine Grossmutter und ihre Spione
schaeumen.
Die Grossmutter Sophie
hat es mir mal wieder verboten,
mein eigenes Kind zu stillen, und sie
hat einen eisernen Willen, dem Dein
Grossvater entflieht im gebrannten
Schnaps aus Marillen.
Sie wuerde mir am liebsten
auch noch die gestohlene Zeit
mit Dir verbieten - und sie scheut
auch nicht davor zurueck, durch
ihre Spione unsere Ehe mit Deinem
geliebten Papili zu zerstoeren,
indem sie mit ihnen befiehlt, fuer
gewisse Theaterdamen angeblich
im Namen von Papili ein Haus zum
betoeren anzumieten.
Diese Frau tut mir nur noch leid -
wie bitter and voller Hass muss sie sein,
dass nur fuer Gewitter und nass ihr
Stimmungsbarometer ist eingestellt
extrem fein.
Sie kennt in ihrem Herzen keine Sonne,
und daher goennt sie auch uns keinen
Moment mit Papili voll reiner Wonne!
Ach, mein kleines Giselchen, edessem!
Nur in Goedoelloe und in Bayern,
in Possenhofen und Traunstein
und bei Onkel Ludwig und mit Tante Sophie,
und der ganzen koeniglich-bayerischen
Familie, bei denen Du so gerne sitzt auf ihrem Knie,
duerfen auch Dein Papili und Mamili
mit Dir endlich einmal einfach
mit Bier und Enzian und Wein und
Speckknoedeln und Brezn und Weisswurst
und vielen Kuessen und goettlichen Genuessen
wieder wir selbst sein.
Wir schwimmen im Starnberger und vielen
anderen Seen, und erzaehlen Dir Maerchen
von vielen kleinen Feen, und machen einen
Blumenkranz aus den Wiesenblumen
und huepfen und kreisen und drehen uns
im Wald und auf der Wiesn unbeschwert
im Tanz.
Wir sind Teil der kleinen und grossen
Kirchprozession, und helfen allen Menschen
aus dem groebsten heraus, egal, von welcher
Konfession. Und wir sind ueberall und nirgends
in unserem Herzen und in unserer Seele zuhaus.
Es ist so wichtig zu wissen, dass ein Koenig
und Kaiser hat niemals ein anderes
sanftes Ruhekissen als seine Frau und seine
Mutter, aber Deine Grossmutter, dem Papili
seine Mama, die macht am liebsten nur
aus der Menschheit Kanonenfutter.
Der Papili arbeitet immer so hart, dass ich
schon auf seinen Schreibtisch und seine
geliebte Uniform eifersuechtig bin,
aber ich weiss, dass in seinem Herzen nur
Du und ich wirklich sind, wie die Englaender
und Iren und Schotten sagen, fuer ihn: 'next of kin'.
Ich kann Dir gar nicht sagen, wie weh es tut,
dass Deine Grossmutter es kann wagen,
und versucht, uns unsere reine Liebe -
die Deiner Mamili und Deines Papili
zueinander und zu Dir - zu versagen.
Unsere Freude und unser Sonnenschein
bist Du, und Du wurdest uns geschickt
von Gott, obwohl Deine Grossmutter
Sophie mich bis heute versucht darzustellen,
als waere mein Herz kalt und meine Seele
bankrott.
Alles, was ihr nicht passt in den Kram,
wird fuer uns nur Kummer und Gram.
Sie mag keine koerperliche Naehe mit
irgendjemand, und so laesst sie das
Geruecht streuen, dass Dein Papili
und Deine Mamili sich nicht koennen
aneinander erfreuen.
Sogar Dich wird sie irgendwann ueberzeugen,
die Welt anzusehen durch ihre Augen und Du
wirst Dich ihrem Druck und den Vorurteilen
anderer Menschen ausserhalb unserer
kleinen Familie beugen.
Dein Papili and Deine Mamili sind zwei ganz
alte Seelen, und das weiss Deine Grossmutter
Sophie. Und da sie kein Verstaendnis hat
fuer unsere Liebesphilosophie, obwohl sie
vorgibt, so katholisch zu sein, verkommt ihre
Verzehrung von Jesus heiligstem Brot und Wein
zur Bigotterie. Und das ist eine Todsuende,
die Gott bestraft mit endlosen leeren Sequenzen
und Sentenzen einer bestimmten Spezies
der kriegsbesessenen, da ansonsten
vergessenen und blutleeren blauen Aristokratie.
Blau sind noch nicht einmal ihre Adern,
und heutzutage nuetzt es ihnen immer noch nichts,
wenn sie mir die Frucht meines Leibes herausreissen
im Spital des Grossen Haderns -
ich habe auch das ueberlebt, da Gott und Dein
Vater Jesus alle Tage und alle Naechte
bei mir sind, und darum bist Du nun auch
endlich wieder mit uns vereint, unser wunderbares
und reines unschuldiges Kind, und nun
ist die Zeit vorbei, in der wir so viel um Dich
haben geweint.
Du hast sehr viel schlimmes durchgemacht,
da der Teufel schon laengst wusste, dass
Dein Vater Dich auch gefunden hatte,
und es dann mir ueberlassen musste,
Dich aufzunehmen, als Du vor mir standst
auf der Matte, aber er hat immer und ueberall
auch ueber Dich gewacht.
So gab es immer wieder zur richtigen Zeit
die richtigen Gebote, und auch bestimmte
seelenreinigende und beschuetzende Verbote.
Und nun ist auch bei Dir gelandet der
himmlische Vorbote, der Dir nun ganz
langsam, aber deutlich versichert, dass der Teufel
hat hinter Deinem Ruecken
auf Deine Kosten nun zum letzten Mal
gekichert.
Du bist nun endlich wieder
in sicheren Haenden, die aeltesten
Deiner Seelengeschicht', die Dich nun wieder
zurueckgebracht haben in den Schoss Deiner
wirklichen Familie, in das unbegrenzte diamantene
Gotteslicht.
Dein Papili und Deine Mamili moegen viele Tiere,
und ihren Rosengarten, und wir liebten auch
mit Dir, wann immer wir konnten, mit Dir zu spielen -
wie oft haben wir nach Deinem Glueck gestrebt
und wie herzlich haben wir gebebt, wenn Du wie ein kleiner
Affe gesprungen bist und dann von Dir gestreckt
hast vor Lachen alle viere.
Wir hatten immer unser kleinen Familienzoo -
erinnerst Du Dich? In Goedoelloe - denn das
war unser einziges wirkliches eigenes Zuhaus!
Dort haben wir nicht - wie unsere Feinde immer
behaupten - gelebt in Saus und Braus,
aber immer einen ganzen Zoo nachgemacht,
bis wir auf dem Boden gelandet sind, so
haben wir gelacht!
Dein Vater liebte es, den Frosch oder den Hasen
zu imitieren, und er hat mir nie erlaubt, die Anzahl
zu limitieren, da er behauptet, dass ich ihm nicht
hab blind geglaubt und vertraut, als er mich
ueberrumpelt hat mit seiner Ankuendigung, dass
ich von nun an bin seine ewige geliebte Braut, und
spaeter auch seine Frau und Mutter seiner Kinder,
aber gluecklicherweise musste keiner spielen
irgendwelche Rinder.
Dein Bruder liebt die keltische Mythologie und
die irischen Heiligen, und so suchte er sich aus
das Schwein - und das ist eigentlich ein nobles
Tier sagt der Prinz von Irland, oder wie sie
hier in Goedoelloe sagen, az Ir herceg, the Irish
prince, whom I need in order to lead the future
Anglican-Catholic church, when your Papili
retires, not at all to convince.
Ach, ich liebe Goedoelloe! Hier sind wir frei,
und auch ueberall woanders, nur nicht in Wien,
da wir in jeder Sprache sprechen koennen,
die uns gefaellt, und wir lassen enfach unsere
Seelen baumeln wie die Zigeuner, a ciganyok,
who are also the secret carriers of the myths
of the Magi, who hid their treasures with
the Magyarok.
Wien, Becs ist nur gut fuer den Walzer und fuer
manchen Blumenstrauss, aber die finden
wir auch woanders, denn
da sind wir alle nicht mehr besonders gerne
zuhaus.
Aber wir werden immer auch fuer die Wiener
gerne dienen und fuer Gott, aber wir
dienen nur dem himmlischen Koenigreich
auf Erden und sind weder korrupt, noch
interessiert an Macht und Guetern, denn
bald werden windige Geschaefte nur noch
ersetzt mit Ladenhuetern, und da wir auch
ueberhaupt- nicht mal ein bisschen - sind
bigott, haben wir nicht das Mindeste
zu verlieren, wenn wir der Menschheit
nun telegrafieren, dass der groesste Aktienmarkt
vor allem fuer Waffen und Kugeln und Messer
(ausser von denen fuer die Kueche) wird
bald sein am Ende und bankrott.
Wenn wir den Menschen vorleben, dass
wirklich nur die Liebe ist der einzige Weg
durch Deinen Papili, Jesus, der auch einmal
Erfahrungen gesammelt hat als der Apostolische
Koenig und Kaiser des heiligen roemischen Reiches,
direkt zu Gott, dann koennen wir noch durch unser
eigenes Beispiel verhindern, dass man auch nichts
gewinnt im Himmelreich, wenn man andere bestiehlt,
ermordet, und ueber sie herzieht im Spott.
ALSO, WAS ICH DIR EIGENTLICH SAGEN WOLLTE,
IST, DAS DEIN PAPILI NUN AUCH ALLMAEHLICH
VON SEINEM SCHREIBTISCH AUFSTEHEN SOLLTE,
DA ER SCHON LANGE NICHT MEHR MIT UNS UEBER
DIE WIESE TOLLTE.
DEINE MAMILI
HAST DU GEHOERT: DER PAPILI VON SEINEM BERG
AUS DEN WOLKEN RUFT!
UND HIER ZUHAUS LOCKT DER ESSENSDUFT,
DEN ER HOFFENTLICH BALD RIECHT, WENN
ER MAL AUS DEM HAUS GEHT AN DIE FRISCHE
LUFT!
LONDONIUM
LONDINIOS
LUNNAINN
21st OCTOBER 2008
Mother Superior
Order of the Holy Rose (OHR)
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