My birth part 2.
2020.
His imperial magis deciser Adolf Juan Hitler the Hohensl and of Germany travelled to my
family home in Yergen to check if Mr and Mrs were really lived there in early 1972.
He was planning to check if my parents could have a technically eligible baby for his imperial
family provided the information he had was correct and they really lived there.
He used the details he found in both deaths and marriages, Victoria, Australia that he looked
up to see if my mother got married when she was around 18 of which there was only one
entry.
My father, Kevin G, were marrying my mother Judith and Marlenn on the third of May, 1958
in Mont, Victoria, Australia.
That entry included the family home address at 27, Campbell Street, Yergen, Victoria, Australia.
He thought it was hilarious to go to the family home on the 18th of January as that date
was a German imperial public holiday and national day commemorating my imperial family
becoming the constitutional monarchy of Germany in 1871.
Kaiser Adolf Juan brought an employee of his to Australia who was paid to come along on the trip.
His mechanic and handyman, Mr. B.
They met in around 1962 and Kaiser Adolf will have gone to Italians employed him for
his mechanic and handyman for jobs he needed done, particularly restoring and repairing
Kaiser Adolf purchased which were left to me in his Italian estate.
They spent quite a bit of time together but were never sexually partnered on an ongoing
basis in any way.
Mr. B had been sent to Italy from France to attempt to spy on Adolf.
He ended up getting the job as mechanic and handyman.
They parked outside my family home in Yergen on what was going to be a severely hot day
over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, hours after I had already been born at approximately 545 a.m.
that morning.
It was around lunchtime between 12 and 1 pm on the 18th of January.
Kaiser Adolf went to the front door to knock and check if anyone was home.
There was no answer.
He looked around like he was strangely familiar with the place, went around of a rander,
checked the back door and could not find anyone there and headed back towards the car.
On his way back to the car he saw a nice looking man across the road bending over in
his garden who had been watching him last he was trying to find out if anyone was home
and had a good look at him.
The man stood up and turned around.
They looked at each other and both smiled and my father's across the road neighbour said,
are you looking for Kevin and Judith?
I want to make it clear Kaiser Adolf was skeptically going to the address from Australian
marriage records, not even knowing if Mr. and Mrs. Webb even really lived there, thinking
it was probably an attempt at a cruel practical joke of sorts.
He came here for a look at Gipsland like a tourist and a laugh.
He had always wanted to come to Gipsland.
After all, his predecessor, Kaiser Wilhelm II was born to then Prince Fridorach IV in his
parenting agreement partner Lady Knight Victoria in Gipsland and what is now more in 1855.
In 1969, whilst they were on holidays.
Kaiser Adolf's Uncle Kaiser Fridorach IV also retired to Gipsland for the rest of his life
in around late 1890 after advocating to Kaiser Wilhelm II.
Former Kaiser Prince Fridorach IV was around New Prince Adolf for around a year after he
was born before retiring to Gipsland for the rest of his life, he died in 1916, approximately.
Former Kaiser Prince Fridorach was like a radiohead transmiter telling his young nephew
Prince Adolf all about the place constantly.
Kaiser Adolf took it all in for around 20 years and always reminded people of Gipsland
until his abduction in some way.
My great-grandfather Kaiser Adolf I paused in shock at the question, then in a broad
fake Australian accent he could not stop attempting said.
Yes, cynically, like if it was a practical joke, it was getting more elaborate.
Our neighbor replied with that they are not home, she is having a baby.
You could try the local hospital in Wragal, she went in last night.
He was quite excited about my father Kevin having another child and politely gave him friendly
directions and they were on their way towards Wragal.
The instructions were to take the prince's highway, go past the Wragal cattle yards, turn
left and head south towards the hospital on the hill, count miss it, big obvious building
on the hill with a big chimney.
They drove through Dunham and Goma and headed for Wragal, seeing the hospital to the south
on the hill to the left.
When they saw the landmark cattle yards they were told about, there was a stationary car with
a few adults around it and what looked like a baby, looking like they were melting in
the 100 degree heat, not doing anything or going anywhere.
Just spread out around a car.
He considered the heat and decided to stop to see if they needed help.
They turned out to have a flat tire and were unresponsively unsure what to do with slow-motion
responses.
He noted they were probably on something illicit but decided to help.
There was a male with real false breasts illicitly drugged, making like a humble transvestite
a few very even deeper drug adults including a nurse-looking woman and at least one baby.
Two babies.
The other baby had been shoved so far into the cattle yards it was almost under the
cows by a grunting thing who did not want to keep that one because it had dark blackish
looking hair.
He was more than likely hoping it would be left there or trampled.
Kaiser Adolf won offered to get his driver, Mr. Bean mechanic to change their tire for
them and there was minimal chat whilst it was changed.
Kaiser Adolf thought they looked like they were melting in the unbelievable heat, the
lax of which he had never experienced before.
Kaiser Adolf won saw them on their way with the mechanic reminding them to take the one
nearly under the cattle, apparently, and they drove off in one of those crime getaways.
Deeply drugged, seemingly horribly fast, low-speed getaway.
Probably had a tire problem when they took off earlier from the hospital but did not notice
until the steering got difficult with a third of a brain available each due to illicit drugs.
The two unregistered younger triplet siblings were in the car, still enough my father
Kevin whilst he was at work, organised by their biological mother.
My mother's first-in-middle name, Judith Margaret, was intentionally designed to remind Kaiser
Adolf won of the false idea that if he hadn't had been in a sexual relationship with
a Jewish man when he became Kaiser in 1940, then things may have been different for him
in the ensuing years.
Just in case he ever found out about her.
Not that they ever thought he would.
Judith had organised months in advance in sketchy detail for babies to be stolen if things
went to plan to try to stop my father Kevin getting to take a biological child of his own
son.
She had been at it since they got married in 1958.
Thirding pregnant is before the one I was in all stolen off my father before birth and
dumped and registered and ineligible.
There were only four females in the household when I was born.
My mother's identical looking relatives, four children to four different men other than
my father Kevin.
A pedicin, a re-walt, a Richardson, and a Van Dermalen.
My triplet siblings, like all my other biological siblings, are completely ineligible for my
imperial homens on family.
Kaiser Adolf I and the mechanic headed towards the hospital and turned left to go up the hill
to it.
They arrived and parked into Carbac with a Mr. B staying in the car.
Kaiser Adolf I went to reception in a lower part of the hospital at one and an asked
with a skeptical grin if Mr. and Mrs. Webb were at the hospital who were having a baby.
He was asked what relationship he was to Mr. and Mrs. Webb and replied with on the great
grandfather meaning of the baby.
He was directed to the second floor of the other end of the building.
He went to the other end of the hospital and headed inside.
As he went in, he had gabbled strange female screeching noises.
Kaiser Adolf I headed up the same stairs my father Kevin did before sunrise but an unbelievably
hot after lunch conditions and hearing the noise of a screeching screaming woman getting louder
as he went up the stairs.
When he got to the top of the stairs my mother screeched in a gabbled out of control tongue
exhausted way, kill it, kill it.
Have you got a gun?
Just fucking shoot it or something and it's et cetera.
She had been yelling like a lunatics since my father Kevin left the hospital to go back
to work around 6am for over seven hours.
A few topics with few variations on repeat the whole time.
I was dead in the sink across from the stairs not breathing with no pulse.
My heart had stopped whilst Kaiser Adolf was climbing the stairs.
I was being held under the water by yet another granting thing, probably on drugs, possibly
doing an impersonation of his own of what the baby from 1944 would have looked and behaved
like when Adolf, who had something clearly missing, called Slobadan Project.
I only found out who he was after he committed a very public suicide.
He replied to my mother who was through the doors and a room she had been in since morning.
No, I don't have a gun as if everything was fine, I was dead, no need to panic, everything
was under control.
Kaiser Adolf once said what the fuck is she screaming that for?
What is she screaming that for?
Then casually brain scanned her for injury and pain and said she's not in pain or anything,
what is she screaming like that for?
Mr. Project saw a little silhouette of a man reflected in the back splash of the sink,
let me go thinking I was dead and panicked thinking he was busted with a dead baby
and a screaming lunatic, people pretending to be hospital staff, drugs, etc.
He started making heroic excuses why she was yelling, including claiming she was just
exhausted but could not speak English well enough to communicate what he was trying to say
and headed towards her to shut her up when Kaiser Adolf said and what are you doing?
He headed directly to my mother through the doors to try to shut her up even put his hand
over her mouth.
Kaiser Adolf won notice something in the sink, bubbling a little.
As he got closer, he realized it was a baby, me and then hurriedly reached and grabbed
me and pulled me out in both hands extremely gently.
He recognized as DNA was in this somewhere when he touched my best skin with his hands
and held me out.
He was a very heartfelt and said, oh no.
How awful, the poor little child.
He noticed I was not breathing and maybe dead but I was not cold and was seeming to move
slightly or be strangely not totally dead.
So he just looked at me a little unsure and spoke to me direct with his brain and a reply
faintly.
So, he started CPR immediately and tried to revive me.
Kaiser Adolf Hitler the horns on held me upside down trying to get water out of my lungs
then realized that was wasting time.
He then flipped me up and held me in one hand, bending me over backwards, holding my head
and neck with his two forefingers so that my head was tilted back and my O.A. was open
in the palm of his hand.
He reached and found my heart muscles with his two other forefingers under my underdeveloped
ribs with his fingers almost crossed at the tips and started pumping my heart muscles
as gently as he could with the tips of his fingers and then braved in my mouth.
He repeated this, getting more rithmicle, almost getting a foot tapping thing going on
and as he did, I seemed to get more responsive.
He kept going until I started trying to breathe on my own and started making noise and then
he felt my heart reached out under his fingertips.
When it became clear he had revived me, he said it what seemed an annoyingly loud volume
on multiple levels, ziggale they young baby and was instantly absolutely thrilled with
himself.
He decided it was best to quietly walk off with me just to make sure I was okay and take
me away from the grunting thing, who clearly nearly totally killed me in the sink, who
was through the doors with my mother, pleading her to shut up and putting his hand over
her mouth to try to magically make her shut up with a hand signal.
Kaiser Adolf wandered off with me, thinking he better find a place to hide me and keep me
safe, in case the man who drowned me came looking for me to finish me off after returning
to the sink and noticing I wasn't dead in it.
He took me into a small medical storage room similar to a closet, closed the door, then checked
if the door could be secured.
He sat down in the storage room and held me up against his chest gently with both hands
with me lying down sideways on and tried to make sure I was breathing properly.
He described what my heart should be beating like to me, trying to calm me down, telling
me I would be fine.
The storage room was almost totally sealed tight and completely dark apart from the light
of the clear hot summer day coming through under the door.
He started speaking to me quietly, saying he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, I'd be fine
and tried to keep me quiet to avoid attracting the attention of the man who drowned
me to the medical storage room.
A dark side of the moon experience.
He got the usual and you're going to be present for the birth like newborn question from
me, the equivalent of and who might you be, kind sir.
He paused very quietly side and said quietly and slowly my name is Kaiser Adolf Hitler,
but I'm really a haunzelan and I won't let anybody hurt you.
He then tried to think of a similar situation, he had been into talk to me about to make
me feel better and keep me quiet, running through memories to find one.
I want to make it clear right here.
If a baby goes full-turned to birth, the memory cells are there to take these things in
that early.
The brain cells to understand it all come later.
That is why some evil-minded people take advantage of premature babies.
With their birth dates, for example.
They never have any idea when they were really born.
Full-turned babies like me, too.
One other thing I would like to say here.
I did not get drowned the day I was born by Mr. Project specifically so one of my younger
second or third born biological triplets siblings could become Kaiser Adolf's errands
instead of me.
Including because of my natural genetic attributes like Albinoh of short stature, humongous,
or redhead.
If they had ended up having that plan in mind, they would have had to make sure one of
the other two, or both, were registered at birth and in my parents' custody, like I ended
up after they were gone.
My two younger triplets siblings were both taken from the hospital and documented, pre-organized
months in advance by my mother Judith, to steal them off my father last he was at work
before I was drowned and before Kaiser Adolf arrived.
The people who stole them were not aware he was in Gip's land at all, or that he was
planning to go to my family home, or that he had decided on the 18th of January to go
to my family home, or that he would end up going to the hospital I was born in that day.
The registration documents for me were initially partially filled in by a nurse who was
part of the afternoon shift, who asked my mother for relevant details, then completed
fully by my father Kevin after he arrived back at the hospital, sometime after 10pm the
day I was born.
They did not get the registration forms out until mid-afternoon, after a change of hospital
stuff had occurred, and that was after my two triplets siblings were already gone.
If the people involved wrecked their brains afterwards for plots and schemes they could
have tried to attempt between the day I was born in my birth details, becoming officially
registered with government here, on the 26th of January, 1972, to try to steal a state
that I hadn't even been left yet off me, using one of my two younger triplets siblings,
then whatever.
They are insane and cannot edit history.
They're retarded what we could have done if we knew then what that baby was going to
be named and left like we do now regrets or something that there's not really compute
in me so to speak.
Chronological real events from the past just seem like editable stories to some people who clearly
do not have as much of an ability to keep it real as I do.
It is a strangely widespread form of mental illness that can lead to involvement in organized
crime, sports cheating, and terrorism.
A syndrome of some sort which is quite serious.
In 1973, Mr. B was caught trying to sexually assault Kaiser Adolf Wolfgang whilst he was
unconscious.
Adolf was found unconscious on the floor at age 84, faced down with his clothes removed
below the hips.
Mr. B was about to attempt to sexually penetrate him illegally with his genitals sticking
out his zip when he was caught.
He was investigated and claimed he only did it to try to fake himself, being Kaiser
Adolf's ongoing sexual partner since the 1960s, so that if Wolfgang died he should be
considered his widow and collect the Italian estate instead of the child and a will me.
Kaiser Adolf, using his diplomatic asylum name Wolfgang Alfons, had already left the entire
Italian diplomatic asylum identity estate to me as well, the sold beneficiary.
Mr. B was investigated and found to have been rendering Damon unconscious and sexually
assaulting his victims in Italy over a more than 10-year period.
With dozens of victims over the more than 10 years as an offender.
Some victims he was hired to assault others he assaulted by himself without payment.
He was eventually sentenced to life without parole under Italy's strict rape laws.
Whenever he was asked why he is in jail he always lied and said copious tax avoidance
still pretending that he was Kaiser Adolf's sexual partner instead of casual employee and one
of the worst spies in the world.
He was jailed for being a violent, evil serial rapist, not tax avoidance, for life without
parole.
A deeply disgusting whimpering dribble of an excuse for a human being is way too flattering.
He dedicated himself to trying to steal my Italian estate, I still have not received
the from jail and was also rumoured to be running ballooned at a redhead cult that
came aroused from jail.
As an update, Mr. B finally died age 93 in February 2024.
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