His Imperial Highness Prince & Crown Prince Brian (me).

Trivia: My name "Brian" is the German name "Wilhelm" in Welsh (approximately)!

The name Brian has Welsh origins and I am part Welsh, but lets not get carried away here, because I am an Australian born, Australian citizen. My first name is a hybrid of two uncles names merged into one name (my Webb (Habsburg) uncle Ian, and my mother's adopted Maslen family brother Bryan).

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Kaiser Adolf 1 travelled back to Italy to resume his life as “Wolfgang” under his diplomatic asylum agreement he signed in 1961.

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At the time, if my registration details were processed, I became the only technically eligible child under the German Constitutional Monarchy Lineage Great-Grandchild rule, which could only be used to name 1 Great-Grandchild at a time (and no more). That rule could not be used to automatically pass on the Imperial family to another eligible Great-Grandchild (if known) if something had happened to me.

 

Before he heard about my parents, checked things over and then travelled to Australia, Kaiser Adolf thought that if he died his (my) Imperial Hohenzollern family of Germany was over. The theme was all through everything he was involved in prior to 1972, including the music.

 

When he returned to his place of residence, he thought over the situation.

 

My birth registration details were processed on 26 January 1972 and a record for my birth, birthplace, home address, parents’ etcetera was added to the publicly available lists for Births, Deaths & Marriages, Victoria, Australia.

 

Kaiser Adolf fretted over it for a while, checking the publicly available registrar records to see if my name appeared and matched the details in his notebook. It was deeply serious to him. He worried, thought, worried, thought, worried, thought.

 

He checked the records in February 1972 and my name appeared as written in his notebook. Brian James Webb. 18 January 1972. Warragul Hospital. The details of my father Kevin’s marriage that he looked up and found prior to travelling here in 1971 were exactly the same on my birth registration. Same names, same date of marriage, same place of marriage, same address at 27 Campbell Street, Yarragon.

 

So, it became clear to him I was technically eligible and no arguments, as there was no-one else. He absolutely put himself through the proverbial ringer about it, then did what Kaiser Adolf Hitler usually did. Settled down and went through what he would need to do. How to complete me becoming his rightful heir under the rules, the rules which all my imperial family members preferred. I am still the only eligible person in my Imperial Family.

 

He was like a voiceover in my life constantly after I was born. There is something weird about being revived by someone else from not breathing and no pulse. My father Kevin actually had a heart attack in the 1960’s and was revived using CPR by an indigenous family friend of ours called Jimmy Attrill (not sure of the spelling of the surname there). They were intellectually inseparable afterwards. He was usually around somewhere Jimmy.

 

My father and him were close friends. Jimmy visited home, but I more often saw him at the local pub etcetera. He liked to play percussion with dessert spoons along to his favourite music and often did it in front of the juke box at the pub, in the dining lounge. I guess it would have looked like people were humouring him, but people were not. He was nice enough. In retrospect he had that “isn’t reviving someone like that the coolest thing ever” attitude afterwards, like Kaiser Adolf did about me.

 

Kaiser Adolf had the means to actually put together documents naming me his heir correctly, as his Imperial Seal Die Matrix he hid in his cell for over 15 years was in his personal safe, which was bolted to the roof and wall where he was living. He had last used it to wax authorize documents in October 1943, before he went missing.

 

There was only one problem, he needed to use his real name and signature on the documents, or they would not be valid, and that was NOT allowed under his Italian diplomatic asylum agreement.

 

So, whilst he mulled things over, he thoroughly went through the proper legal scenario, as it was for him when he was made heir to his cousin Kaiser Wilhelm Hohenzollern 2 in 1903.

 

He went through all the details, sketched them out, did flow charts, timeline charts, and jotted down what he needed to do to get it officially taken in by both countries called Germany.

 

He thought over what building he owned would be best to be my official Imperial residence when the time came, if he abdicated or died. He went round and round with it, and always came back to the same conclusion, Wewelsburg Castle. In the end, it was the best choice security wise and had been in use by the German military. He was not ignorant of life in Germany when he was a resident of Italy.

 

In the end he decided he was going to do it and name me his heir, if Italian authorities gave him permission to use his real name and signature on the required documents. It was a genuine logical attempt to do the right and responsible thing in a larger context than his own situation. If they did not give him permission, he thought he may have had to try to leave Italy and move elsewhere.

 

He approached the Italian “secret service” and told them he wanted to name an heir to my German Imperial Family. They were shocked, and immediately thought what scenarios would cause him to have one. There were probably morons who thought he secretly had a baby with a female and did not tell anybody, etcetera. Curiosity can get the better of the average anybody, including Italians.

 

Kaiser Adolf was probably as close to intellectual panic as he could be, given his amazing self-control and poise. He told them he had all means necessary, but had to use his real name and signature or the documents would not be valid.

 

Their “secret service” went away and had a gossipy conversation about the possibilities, and then decided to let him do it. They went back to him, told him he could use his real name and signature to name an heir, provided he signed a new diplomatic asylum agreement with extra clauses added saying he could only use his real name and signature on documents pertaining to his heir to the Imperial family. Kaiser Adolf became very tired of being called “Wolfgang” shortly after 1960, so he said yes to that quickly and signed the new agreement.

 

He went home, and carefully wrote the wording of the documents, editing them several times until he was happy with them. Then decided to use paper and wax designed and chosen to look like my eyes (Blue, Green, Gold-yellow, Gold, Red-Orange, Red and a bit of Pink Purple) and prepared it. He wrote the documents out in pencil in very formal script and made enough copies. Then went over them with ink. It took him days of work. When they were all ready, he signed his real signature, which he managed to get correct and got his sealer out from his personal safe.

 

He used the new wax available at the time. All you had to do was blob enough on the page and then seal it quickly and let it dry. He fitted together the pieces of his Titanium Imperial Seal Dye Matrix he hid in his prison cell in Yugoslavia and guarded for over fifteen years, blobbed molten modern wax onto the paper, and pushed his Matrix into the bright red wax, which had been chosen to match the red in my eyes, remarkably similar to the red in his. There are a lot of similarities between my eyes and my Great-Grandpa’s. It worked perfectly well, and he was “oh wow, that worked really well” about it.

 

I would like to point out that there was no Imperial Parenting agreement between my parents and Kaiser Adolf before I was born, registered at birth and went home in my parent’s custody. There could not be one anyway. One of the two biological parents in an agreement must be already officially authorised in my Imperial family before entering into one for it to be valid. My father Kevin was not a Prince of Germany and my mother was no Princess, neither of them were eligible to be. Therefore, if anyone claims they have a three-way agreement between my father Kevin, my mother Judith and Kaiser Adolf, they are lying no matter how authentic it looks and when it was dated. This is not a situation where Kaiser Adolf tried to fake it, I am genuinely eligible under the rules.

 

My Great-Grandfather then had a meeting with the Italian authorities again, and laid down the details of what needed to be done, what the procedure was, what documents needed to be sent where, what he would keep copies of and the details of the documents, with an Italian agent. He gave them a copy of the heir naming document with no signature or seal on it, saying they could keep that for their records.

 

He pointed out how serious it was, and the Italian agent involved promised never to tell anyone of it. Then went away and followed Kaiser Adolf’s instructions. After he finished and placed the blank in storage, he went out for a few Beers. He went to a local pub, where there were always people aware of who “Wolfgang” really was, but never said anything unless they were pretending to have a chat about faked history and pretending Kaiser Adolf was evil obviously.

 

He sat down at a table and before he had finished his first Beer, he had told everyone at the table all about it. Including several people involved in a Soccer club in the German Bundesliga, who immediately started saying “there is an heir to the German Imperial family now” during matches when they went back to Germany. That team won the Bundesliga that year.

 

The documents had been sent off and I became His Imperial Highness Prince Brian J Webb, and then immediately His Imperial Highness Crown Prince Brian J Webb (Hohenzollern Constitutional Monarchy of Germany) when I was around one month old. Kaiser Adolf kept all the relevant documents and copies for me as well.

 

My mother Judith was stuck at home with her husband Kevin and me, a new baby, for the first time in their marriage since 1958. She approached a doctor to chat about her options and was told about an operation called a “hysterectomy”, which removes a female’s ability to gestate a child. She did not want her nice, decent, honest husband Kevin to get to take another one of his biological children home again, as the time he spent at home with me made him “too happy” in her opinion. To her it looked like he was experiencing partial domestic bliss. She may as well have jumped on the desk at the doctor’s office and said “can you rip my Womb out now?”, she was so keen to do it, and booked herself in for the surgery. The operation was officially performed later in 1972.

 

It was not the perfect situation at home by any means regarding my mother, females pretending to be her, females pretending to be my older sisters, amongst others. To be honest not good at all, I was the victim of copious abuse from females (and others) when my father Kevin was not home or around. I was hospitalized repeatedly. There were genuine attempts to kill me. Most, if not all, of the abuse was not related to me being named Crown Prince. All I really had was the time with my father Kevin when he was home, my “voiceover” like Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf, who was genuine fun despite the obvious emotional distress caused by his situation since his abduction, and the invention of the television whilst he was a prisoner. Also my Grandfather Ioseb, a louder but remote voiceover.

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My mother was in the lunatic crime idiot’s version of a “panic”. My hometown of Yarragon only had a few hundred people living in it back then. Services were around, but because of its size and the fact it bore the name of the old 1 million plus population city from 1858, it was denied the usual services.

 

In some ways I was lucky really. There was no television reception. People had televisions but could not see a picture due to the placement of the transmitters and the landscape. I got a good grounding in the truth before I first saw fictional intellectual vomit on television, about more things than my Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf. We spent a lot of time at home listening to music. I learnt how to put the stylus carefully down on a vinyl disc as soon as I was tall enough to reach to do it. When the transmitters were upgraded and neighbours started getting a watchable picture with sound on the televisions, my father immediately bought one. My first experience of one was being dumped in front of it after getting home from hospital by someone who caused me to be put in hospital in the first place.

 

There was only one phone as well, at the local Post Office. My mother took me along to it with a piece of paper with a phone number on it. She used the public phone, was sort of worried people might hear and dialled the number saying, “they said just ring……”. The Cat out of Pepe Le Pew might be a good description, but different obviously. She had a panicked chat to someone on the phone saying “He thinks it’s domestic bliss three hours a day and on Sundays. He’s leering and I can’t get the smile off his face. You gotta get me outta here, I need a life of crime”. And was reassured by someone on the phone that they would be in touch.

 

After she had the hysterectomy, she went AWOL from the marriage, and her almost identical lookalike female obscure relative returned, resuming her role of pretending to be my father’s wife. She gave a flat no to any hints at sex and insisted on separate beds, like she had done since she first swapped places with my father’s wife in mid-1958. The four evil females pretending to be my sisters mummy was back. I was too young to take all that in, for a while. When my father Kevin was not home, any vaguely related female who looked even slightly like my mother took turns pretending to be my mother Judith. Particularly when he was away on multi-day work related trips, or short breaks on his own.

 

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I would like to mention here that whenever my Homosexual Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf 1 Hitler the Hohenzollern formed any kind of sexual relationship with another man that lasted for weeks to months, the man he was dating nearly always had his semen stolen at some point, usually by a group of people from Poland (perhaps others). There are thousands of children & descendants conceived with Kaiser Adolf 1's Homosexual sexual partners stolen semen out there.

 

My other Great-Grandfather Prince Sebastian Habsburg's semen was not stolen when he was Kaiser Adolf’s Consort. Sebastian is pictured below my Great-Great-Grandfather Emperor Franz-Joseph 1 in the image below, in an image taken when he was Captain of the "Titanic" under the name Ed Smith.