My Birth Part 1

REGARDING BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS BORN BEFORE ME FROM 1959 TO 1971:

 

There is really no point or purpose in speculation about "what might have been" for my older biological siblings with the same parents, who were not registered at birth and did not go home in my parents Kevin and Judith Webb's legal custody. As to "what might have happened" if Kaiser Adolf 1 Hitler the Hohenzollern had decided to travel to Gippsland (Australia) earlier than late 1971.

 

All my older biological siblings were stolen off my father Kevin by my mother Judith BEFORE birth in the early weeks of each pregnancy, then dumped after birth unregistered elsewhere, as soon as she could get rid of them after the birth. She was only around him long enough for sex to occur to attempt to get pregnant each time, with her identical lookalike relative pretending to be my father Kevin's wife full time starting a few months after they got married in May 1958.

 

If Kaiser Adolf 1 had travelled to Gippsland in a previous year he would have found no biological children of my parents in the home (or registered at birth to them and in their custody) in any year. Only four females that were the children of four different men not directly related to my father Kevin and his wife's identical look alike relative, easily proven with DNA testing. All four totally irrelevant to my Imperial family from the day they were conceived, not related to my Grandfather Ioseb (Stalin), or my Great-Grandfather Kaiser Adolf, or part Habsburg either.

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I have never had any official conversations with anyone who is an ineligible biological sibling or child - via any means - about them being a biological sibling or child. If I ever do it will not result any of them being authorized into my Imperial Family.

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My mother Judith Webb (adopted maiden name Maslen, daughter of Joseph Stalin and his 3rd wife Donna Podolski) was completely unaware that one of her children could be named heir to my Imperial Family by Kaiser Adolf 1 Hitler the Hohenzollern, under specific German constitutional rules, before she had a hysterectomy shortly after my birth in 1972. She was divorced from my father later that decade. My mother Judith was the first born and legitimate child of Donna Djugashvili (nee Podolski), who was the first born child to Kaiser Adolf Hitler the Hohenzollern's stolen sperm in 1907, and the only child born to his stolen sperm to be registered to it's mother at birth.

 

Her behaviour before she had that hysterectomy was not motivated by my Imperial family connections at all, as she was unaware of them. She was involved in no "plot" regarding my Imperial family during her marriage to my father Kevin. She was a severely disturbed baby thief. If anything, her behaviour and attitude was an extension of her mother Donna Podolski stalking, teasing and tormenting her ex-husband Joseph Stalin during and after their divorce (before his death). Judith behaved as if stealing babies off my father Kevin before birth, having them elsewhere, and dumping them unregistered was depriving her father Ioseb (Stalin - whose father was an indigenous Gippslander) of Grandchildren who saw and were familiar with Gippsland.

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I was the ONLY biological child of my mother Judith & my Father Kevin that was registered to them both at birth and went home in their legal custody. 

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My Birthday:

I was born on the 18th of January 1972, 101 years to the calendar day after my Imperial Hohenzollern Family was unified into the re-written constitution of Germany and became Germany's Constitutional Monarchy. Kaiser Wilhelm Hohenzollern 1, my Great-Great-Great Grandfather, became Germany's first fully recognized constitutional monarch.

 

I was born naturally Homosexual, of genetic short stature, double Albino, double big-statured, and double somnambulist. As a result, I am 6'2" tall, around 190 cm’s. If I were not of genetic short stature, I would be around 239 cm’s tall (7 Feet 10 Inches approx'). My hair looks like rubble in Berlin & München in 1945, unstable types think I look "to authentic", that sort of thing. My eyes are Blue around the outside (apart from some Pink Purple in a small percentage of that area), Green, Yellow-Gold, Gold, Red-Orange, and Red.

 

My mother Judith had told my father Kevin when she was admitted to hospital the previous night NOT to show up to the hospital until after work the following day. If anything happened, she would have someone call him at work. Her associates had organized for the morning shift of hospital staff to be replaced until afternoon shift.

 

Judith was planning on giving birth to all babies she was pregnant with during the day, pick one to kill after birth, and have the others taken away unregistered before my father arrived after work around 6PM, then show him the dead one, say something went wrong and nothing could be done. Judith had it planned for so long during the pregnancy that she regularly sat alone talking to the gestating children, explaining to me (and the other two) that one of us would be murdered the day we were born, probably drowned, to show my father a dead one and the others would be stolen before he could see or touch one. 

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On the day she was joking that if she got it done, could she have a mask over her face and some bleeping machines, so that if my father walked over to her crying and asked if she was okay, she could laugh about it later. So, a grunting thing went and got something that made noises and wheeled it in next to her.

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I was born at around 5:45 AM before sunrise. My mother was quite calm and thought there was no way she would still be waiting to have another baby when my father Kevin got to the hospital, she had all day.

They separated me, threw me on a trolley, noted I have “sort of blue eyes” around the outside, and rolled me through the doors to the corridor across the stairs near a stainless-steel sink.

Everyone was quite relaxed or drugged. They had organized for the day shift of hospital staff to be replaced in that end of the hospital until afternoon shift arrived.

My mother said there was no chance she would still be pregnant when my father Kevin arrived around 6PM, with a “Got HIM!”.

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My father Kevin went to work at Yarragon Dairy, and was agitated and spilling things.

A workmate offered him a ride in his car to the hospital to check if everything was okay then come back again, just drop in for 5 minutes.

My father agreed very quickly, he was in the guy’s car almost before the offer had finished, and they drove to the hospital in Warragul, and parked in the carpark.

My father Kevin entered the hospital and went up the stairs to where my mother was supposed to be.

When he got to the top of the stairs, I was across the hallway near a sink, and he assumed I had just been born and I was put there to wash off. That was not far wrong in timeline, but not correct.

He came over to me, recognized my features, touched me, and confirmed his DNA was in there, then spoke to me trying to calm me down, and I grabbed his thumb.

My mother Judith could see this happening every time someone went through the doors like a slow-motion flip book, with the door rocking backwards and forwards on its hinges making a noise. She started making squeaking noises after realising her husband was there and touching the baby.

A nurse, who was deeply drugged, came out to check what was going on and saw my father looking at me with me holding his thumb during sunrise.

She thought it was beautiful and said in a slow drugged way “OHHH, you’ve seen your baby Mr Webb, aww”. It had overtones of “how tragic” too.

My father headed towards the nurse and towards my squeaking mother, and just as he looked like he was thinking about going in through the doors, his ride honked the horn and yelled “c’mon Kevin, if you want to go back to work, we have to leave now”.

He was told everything was okay by the nurse who made like a drugged person was going to inconveniently get in his way if he moved forward, and it could be messy, and was reassured everything was fine and he could leave, so he went back to work.

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As soon as he was out of earshot my mother went absolutely berserk and started yelling abuse, demands, threats and anecdotes very loudly, until mid-afternoon.

She yelled repeatedly the history of her abuse of my father and the babies she stole off him before birth and dumped, demanded myself and my father Kevin be killed, called him names, called me names, demanded to know why her grandmother “Eva” was shot by a man called Fritz in a bunker, screamed why there were four females that weren’t her or my father’s children at home, and it settled down into similar sentences on repeat. It was absolutely disgusting. The sentence “this isn’t a birth, it’s a fucking abortion now” was also thrown in, with similar themes.

They decided to leave me there and wait for the others to get born. They had rules on what babies they wanted to take with based on looks, leaving one behind dead, but they were nearly forgotten after my father spent five minutes with me and then left and went back to work.

The main grunting man there was not keen on me anyway because I was clearly naturally Albino. He did that deranged thing lunatics do where he pretended to be scared to touch me. There was no “opposite toned” baby to swap me with, so there was little or no chance they were going to take me with them regardless.

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The second born one was born around 9am. When he came out, a grunting thing tried to sound like he gasped, as if this one might be what they wanted in looks and made some grunting noises. Probably trying to mollify my mother. Then walked off without cutting the umbilical cord. He kept going until it pulled tight, then tried to pull the second born loose. He pulled a few times until he remembered to cut the cord, wrapped the baby up, and put it aside in the room my mother was in, inside the doors.

The tugging caused my placenta, and the second born ones, to come loose in there, with one baby yet to be born. They settled back down to do whatever they were doing, letting my mother scream. They did drugs, touched each other, drank alcohol, and seemed to be able to tolerate my mother’s screaming. Then someone went and got them some lunch.

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The third born came out around 12:30pm. He rolled to come out, which caused him to get tangle wrapped up in the other two placentas. When he slid out there was a disappointed grunt that sounded like, “oh, looks like it’s got black hair” when his head started showing.

He was totally wrapped in placentas and umbilical cords when he finished getting born. His own placenta sort of slid out after him. They could not even see his face.

The nurse, who was deeply drugged said “what do you want to do with this one?”. A grunting noise followed that said to “just put him in the corridor with the other one” and something about him “interrupting their fish & chips”.

She walked through the door and dumped him next to me, top tail.

He was snorting trying to breathe through his nose, with his mouth covered in clear looking placenta goop like cling film. He could smell me, as I had not been washed since I was born before 6AM, and it was heading for 100 degrees outside.

I lifted my arm and banged him on the head with it, which popped the cling film like stuff over his mouth. He coughed up through it immediately, took a breath, made a crying noise, coughed up again, and then started crying, breathing through his mouth.

He then settled down quickly. Wiggling around like he was trying to escape a placenta restraining jacket, with only one foot loose and a bit of an arm. He laid there for a while. Then the deeply drugged nurse came out, sounded like she mumbled “oh, it’s not dead”, and grabbed him by the foot, and carried him away like a fish catch-of-the-day. She opened the door with him, went inside, and in a sort of whimpering dribble tried to explain that I was the one with the bluest eyes. She flipped him up, and pulled the placentas off his face, noting his eyes were mainly Purple. The grunting thing said, “She wants that one (meaning me) killed, its father touched it, may as well take this one as well”. Grabbed him, pulled the placentas off him, wrapped him up like fish and chips and put him with the other.

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Then there was a pause, and a male transvestite with real false breasts climbed in the external window, from the outside balcony into the room they were in and stood there. He said something similar to “Well, this is perfect. Pauleen had an abortion 8 months ago.” Pointed at Judith and said “I’ll just dress in her clothes, take these two, and pretend I’m Pauleen and I just had twins” (and walk out with them as if showered, well dressed, and ready to leave with twins 30 minutes after the second on was born). My mother had organized the theft of all but one baby, if they could get away with it, weeks in advance.

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He put on their mother’s clothing, noting it was too small for him and his false breasts. They all did some drugs together, which at least one, possibly both, got a smell of. He picked up the other two siblings and held them. Noted that his false breasts were not in my mother’s dress properly, so he tried to push them into the dress further with my two triplet siblings’ heads. Then started stumbling towards the door, went through it, past me and down the stairs.

He got into a car in the carpark and they left.

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The decision was then made to drown me in the sink.

The grunting thing that was left filled it up, and decided to pretend I was a photograph of Kaiser Adolf Hitler the Hohenzollern, faked to look like he was with a female called “Eva Braun”, being developed in developing trays like in a dark room. It was to cheer my mother up apparently, who had repeatedly yelled that she wanted to know why Fritz had “shot her grandmother Eva in the bunker”.

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So, he dunked me into the water and held me under with both hands, waited until bubbles started slowing down out of my nose, then let me up and pretended to swap me to the next tray of developing fluid. Then did it again, thinking he would hang me up like a wet photograph to dry dead afterwards. Then did it again, making sure there were less bubbles each time compared to the previous time. That continued until I could not breathe anymore. Then my heart stopped beating.

My mother yelled “Kill it, Kill it! Have you got a gun? Just fucking shoot it or something!”, for the umpteenth time for the day.

He replied with a casual “No, I don’t have a gun….” Implying that everything was under control, I was dead, no need to panic.

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Then he saw a little silhouette of a man reflected in the shiny backsplash of the sink, standing at the top of the stairs.